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eddiesxangel · 4 months

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Babydoll| Dom!Eddie

Cw: porn with a slight plot, daddy kink, mechanic!Eddie, dom Eddie/sub reader relationship, reader referred to with pet names (babydoll, babygirl) oral (f receiving), lots of dirty talk, p in v, eddie and reader are in their mid 20’s

Summary: You're having a hard week, and your bf knows just the cure.

wc:2.2.k

This week has been challenging. Work had been a nightmare; you had been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. You were drained physically, mentally, and emotionally; you were exhausted. So when you get home to see your man, Eddie, on the couch after work, already cleaned up from the grime and oil he has to endure, you can’t help but crawl into his lap.

You tell him you didn’t have time to breathe these past four days. You told him that everyone needed you then and there and that you didn’t even have time to finish your regular duties. You were at your breaking point…he could see it on your face when you walked through the door.

Eddie knew what he had to do. He had to take control. He usually does, but when you’re in dire need, such as this week, he had to help you relax. He had to help you forget about everything and anything. You needed to have your mind numbed, and he knew just how to get you into that space.

“I’m sorry, baby girl, you should have told me earlier in the week. You know you can always talk to me.” Eddie caressed the back of your head before wrapping his arms around you in a protective hug.

“I know,” you sniffled, “but I didn’t wanna burden you; you’ve been so busy at the shop, and I didn’t want my stress being your stress,” you stressed. This was the problem: you didn’t know how to dump all of your stuff onto others healthily. You usually held it in until you exploded. Usually, you exploded alone in your room, but being with Eddie seemed to make everything better. He made everything better.

“No. None of that. You need to know when you can come to your Daddy, okay?” Eddie pulled back to tilt your chin up and look you in the eyes.

“Oh,” your voice stammered as your stomach did a backflip. So that’s how tonight was going to go.

“Now, be a good girl and sit up.” You obeyed and wrapped one leg over his waist so you could be straddling him.

“There she is, there is, my pretty girl.” You still blush at his praises, even after all this time.

Eddie reached out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. “You want me to make you feel good, baby?” He cooed.

You slightly nod your head. God you needed to let go, to no longer have control. You trusted Eddie with every fibre of your being.

“Words babydoll.

“Yes, Daddy."

“Good girl.” He traced your cheek with his rough calloused fingers. Before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You could still smell a hit of motor oil permanently attached to his scent, but you didn’t mind. It’s what made him your Eddie.

You leaned your head into his touch; he was so gentle, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. Not when you two played like this.

You watched as Eddie tilted his head so his lips could reach yours. A soft and gentle kiss at first, nothing but PG 13. That was until a small moan left your lips. You wanted and needed more. Your hips were on autopilot as you started grinding back and forth in his lap. His rough jeans felt so nice under your clothed pussy, the friction was just right, especially with his hardening cock coming to life under you.

“Take what you need. Tonight it’s all about you. Take what's yours.” Eddie whispered even though it was only the two of you in the apartment unit. His big hands gripped each cheek of your ass and helped guide you. Your pussy wax throbbing, getting wetter with each of his words.

“Daddy, I want more.” You let out a shaky breath. Yes the jeans were nice but they would never satisfy.

“What does my baby need?” He cocked his head.

“You”

“My, what? Baby girl, use your words.”

“Your everything, Daddy.”

Eddie didn’t push any further. Tonight, he knew you couldn’t take the constant pestering for specifics he usually puts you through.

“Okay, baby, I’m here. Your Daddy’s got you.” With that, he stood with you still wrapped around his waist and carried you into the bedroom. When you first started going out, you were so scared you were too heavy for him, but then he reminded you he lifted tires that weigh hundreds of pounds for a living. So the way Eddie was carrying you now didn't seem to phase him.

He placed you down so you stood on your own two feet and let you know he was going to undress you. Once you were entirely naked, he gently laid you down on the bed.

“There you go sweetheart, all you have to do is lay there and look pretty.” The way you were looking at Eddie made his cock stand up even more than it had been when you were on the couch. He couldn't wait to have his way with you. He was so excited to play with you.

Your delicate hand slowly trailed down your body, but Eddie pushed it out of the way before it reached its destination. “Not too fast, sweetheart, this is my pussy, and you know I don’t like to share.” He tutted.

“M’sorry, Daddy.”

“I’m going to let it slide this time, but don’t get used to it.” His tone was stern, you knew he wasn’t fucking around tonight.

“Yes, Daddy.” You bite your lip. You were starting to completely forget about the troubles you had faced merely an hour ago.

“Good girl,” Eddie spoke as he stripped. “Now, where to start first?”

You knew he wasn’t asking you, it was a rhetorical question, but you so wanted to tell him your pussy. Your clit was screaming at you; you could feel your heartbeat down there at this point.

“Please!” you whine.

“Patients darling.”

You pout at his words. You needed him, he knew how badly you needed him. You could feel your arousal seeping out of you as it trailed down your inter thighs.

“I need you now.” You spread your legs ever wider to prove how needy your pussy had gotten for him, so he could see everything.

“Fuck baby, you’re killing me.” Eddie groaned and dove head-first into your pussy. You let out a sigh of relief when his soft warm lips come into contact with your pussy lips. His hands reached up, never forgetting about your breasts. He teased and tugged at each nipple sending a ripple of pleasure through your body.

“You’re always so sweet for me, aren't you, babydoll?” He moved his free hand to stroke your clit with his index finger as he spoke. “Who’s this pussy belong to?”

“Yes, Daddy, only you.” It was so meek, but he still heard it in the silence of the bedroom.

“Good.” Eddie dove back in. His mouth attacked your clit until you were seeing starts. His tongue wrapped around your clit and pussy lips before lapping into your drenched hole. You gripped his hair as your body went into autopilot again. Your brain was finally shutting off completely; you forgot about everything and anything that wasn't Eddie. All you could focus one was the feeling of pleasure building inside of you as you ride Eddie’s face.

“You’re doing so good for me." He praised. "I want you to come on my mouth before you get to come on my cock a few times…. How does that sound?”

“Mmmmhmmpf,” you managed to nod your head, and your hips continued to grind Eddie’s face. You used his mouth to get off and you finally exploded. That’s all you wanted was to feel good, and Eddie always gave that to you.

“I'm coming!” You cried before yelling out Eddie’s name.

“Good girl.” Eddie kissed your clit once before giving your clit a slight slap making your body jerk, continuing to ride out your first orgasm.

"You want to make Daddy feel good now, don't you?” He asked, and you nodded your head dumbly. You needed to have him feel good and you did, you would give him the world if he asked. “That's it, there's my good girl." He smirked as he sat up to align his angry red cock at your gooey entrance.

“You ready for me?” He asked permission like he always does. And you nodded like you always do, as if you would say no? But if you ever did you knew Eddie would roll right off and cuddle you the rest of the night.

“Words, baby, I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes I want you to fuck me, Daddy!” you answered.

Eddie could see your eyes were glazed over with lust. He knew he had you in his favourite place. Cock drunk and needy... just for him.

"Daddy is going to fill your pretty little pussy right to the brim and then keep fucking you until you can’t think anymore, that okay with you baby girl?"

“Okay, Daddy.” You let out a shaky breath in anticipation. His words make your pussy flutter once again. His mouth always made you wet in more ways than one.

Eddie took his cock by the shaft and slapped your very sensitive clit a few times with the head before he ran it up and down your slit a few times to collect your slick so he could slip in smoothly but you still winced at the size of him.

"I know, baby girl, Daddy's cock is so big, but you can take it."

“I can.” You countered back.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He is cock slid in without any hesitation. He made it to the hilt, and you finally felt complete. Like a missing piece of you was found.

Eddie slowly pulled back before slowly pumping back into you, gaining speed with each delicious pump. He watched as his thick long cock disappeared inside of you.

“You feel that babydoll? I’m so deep inside you I can see it in your stomach.” He pressed a hand down onto your lower stomach, and you let out a long, drawn out moan.

“Oh god! Fuck right there!” It was like a bolt of lightning ran through you.

“Ohhh oh, oh yes! That’s it squeeze my cock, you’re going to milk me so good” His eyes squeezed shut, trying not to cum until you’ve had your fair share.

“Please I’m so close!” The feeling inside you quickly built back up.

“I know, baby. Let go for me.” His hand trailed down to your overly swollen clit. He rubbed quick little circles until he felt your walls clamp down on him. Your body was washed over with another wave of pleasure.

“God you squeeze me so good” he gritted through his teeth. Again refusing to cum until he gave you one more. Eddie pulled out before he could bust inside of you too soon. You let out a cry at the loss of Eddie’s contact. Eddie could see your tight hole closing in on its wild again as he pulled out.

The loss of contact didn’t last long as his thick fingers replaced his cock. He watched intently as his fingers stretched you out once again. They swam in your slick before he brought them to your lips.

“Taste how sweet you are, babydoll.” He grabbed your jaw to open your mouth and slipped his fingers inside of your mouth. You could taste the mix of you and Eddie on your tongue.

“God, you have the prettiest lips. Can’t wait until they are wrapped around my cock later.” You swirled your tongue around his fingers and hummed. Eddie’s eyes were full of lust as he observed you. You were lost in your own lust, all fucked out and needy. You hardly were processing Eddie’s words.

"Now baby, you're gonna take all of Daddy's cum, and then we are going to make sure it stays in there all night long. Okay? Gotta breed this pussy so good so everyone knows who you belong to.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you moaned in a daze. The thought of Eddie filling you made your head spin. Having a part of him growing inside you, god, you needed it more than air to breathe.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate to manhandle you and flip you over into all fours, and you let out an oomph before you feel his strong hands grip each hip. Your body feels like it’s on fire as his thick cock slams back into your wanton pussy. He then gabs both of your hands and holds them behind your back as your chest falls onto the plush bedding. And then he rides you. He fucks into like there will be no tomorrow.

“Fuckin’ love this needed little pussy, love it so much.” Eddie slammed into you between each word. “Love it ever better when it’s been bread with my cum.”

“Yes!

“You going to let me own this body?”

“Yes, Daddy, please!” You cried. His cock was grazing your G spot with each pump. Having eddies cock stretch and pump into you never failed to make you moan.

“Show me what’s mine baby, yea that’s it arch your back for me.” Eddie loved you in this position because it was when you were the most obedient. You were so playable you would do almost anything he asked of you when he had you bend over like this. It was also when you were the loudest without realizing it. All fucked out and cock drunk, not aware of your noises.

“Oh fuck, scream my name! Let everyone know who owns this pussy!” He cheered as he slapped your ass.

“Daddy!!” You scream because your throbbing pussy can’t take anymore. Your third orgasm is washing over you before you know what is happening. Your whole body felt like it was on fire but like you were also floating simultaneously.

Finally, Eddie can breed your pussy. “Gunna fills this pussy” Eddie lets out a loud grunt as he cums inside you. His cock twitches inside of you, releasing his hot sticky cum inside.

Eddie pumps his cock two more times, making sure it stays inside of you before he pulls out.

Your limp body is flopped on the bed, and Eddie pulls you into his chest.

“Thank you, baby,” you whispered as you returned to reality.

“I’ll always be here for you, baby girl.” He kisses you sweetly before you spend the rest of the evening in bed.

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andromeda-nova-writing · 6 months

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A Sticky Situation

Wriothesley x Fem! Reader

Summary: With the sticker count rising higher and higher that week, it has finally reached a point where Wriothesley needed it to slow down for his sanity.

Words: 1,766

AN: I love stickers. I want to join Sigewinne in her bet.

Wriothesely had found what had to be the fifth sticker he had peeled off of his jacket just that morning alone. Not to mention it was the forty-second sticker that week and it was only Thursday morning. Usually, this prank from Sigewinne and the other Melusine wouldn’t bother him too much. It was harmless after all. But Forty-Two Stickers??? All in the same week?

Was it always this many and people were taking them off for him without telling him in pity? No, he would have noticed that if that was the case. It wasn’t like Sigewinne also had more Melusine friends visiting her more than normal. Maybe he really was a bad influence on Sigewinne if her bets had gone this far. Hopefully, that would be the extent of his influence and nothing else.

The one question he couldn’t get out of his mind besides how they were getting so many stickers was, where they were getting so many stickers from. It wasn’t like they got this many stickers sent down here from the overworld or that Sigewinne had the time to make so many stickers. And he hadn’t seen many of Sigewinne’s friends come to the Fortress of Meropide that week. It had to be Sigewinne who was currently winning that bet.

None of it made sense at this point. And what didn’t make even more sense was that he just found a sixth sticker on his boot. Maybe it was time to at least slow her pranks down. He wouldn’t stop them but this was starting to get disruptive. At least make her understand not to sticker on the leather of clothes. It never felt like it cleaned off right. He just hoped by bringing it up the sticker amount would go down instead of jumping it up higher as a challenge.

Making his way out of his office he took a glance around his surroundings. A peak over at the cafeteria had him spotting exactly who he wanted to talk to. Sigewinne was talking to her pharmacist friend from the overworld, a lovely woman who had taken it upon herself to sub in to try and help give Sigewinne a break to join her Melusine friends in the overworld. It made Y/N quite helpful as well if Sigewinne ever requested a set of extra hands as she was more comfortable around the Fortress than anyone else they would send down.

She flipped through a book leaning down just enough to show Sigewinne without causing her to strain her neck. Whatever the two were discussing had caused them to laugh aloud. “Personally, this one is my favorite. Its eyes are bigger than the shark's body."

Yeah, that was different from the normal pharmaceutical talk he never followed along with. It's easy to lose track of everything being referred to in great detail due to its chemical composition. This conversation even a child could follow.

"I take it your lunch went well.” He said making his presence known.

Y/N closed up the book the two were going through handing it off to Sigewinne before standing straight up. “It did. I brought some muffins I bought down to share. How’s your day going so far your Grace?” She looked at him and smiled.

His eyes followed the book that had been handed off. “It's been okay.” He looked back up at Y/N’s face. “What happened to you thinking calling me that was weird?”

“You’re working at the moment. I can respect the professionalism within it even if it feels weird to say. Sigewinne and I were just finishing up.” She bit her lip holding her smile from getting any bigger.

“Anything you need?” Sigewinne asked making sure that the plain back of the book was facing his line of sight. She counted the stickers she could still see on him. There were 4 left. 5 if the one she placed on his chair made it on him.

“Can you at least not place any stickers on leather?” He bargained.

“Hmmm. I don’t see any on leather.” He must have peeled most of those ones off already. Pity.

“I’ve counted forty-three this week. At least twenty of them were on leather. I don't care as long as they aren’t on the leather. Takes too long to clean off right.”

Y/N covered her mouth trying not to laugh. “Fourty-three?” Sigewinne had to be in the lead for sure.

Wriothesley frowned. He really didn’t want to have to bring her into this. “And do you want to tell me what medicine the two of you have been going on about that contains a shark with eyes bigger than its body?”

Annnnnnd Caught.

“I should go back to the infirmary. Someone might have shown up by now.” Sigewinne excused herself before she lost what Y/N had come down to give her.

She looked down at a nonexistent watch on her arm. “Oh look at the time. I should go.” She tried to walk away towards the exit only for Wriothesley to grab her arm and pull her back. “I didn’t dismiss you.”

She turned her head over her shoulder looking back at him. “I’m not working for you today.” “Doesn’t matter. What was the book about?”

“Nothing to worry about. You do see how inappropriate this looks to everyone else. I can practically feel your heartbeat against my back.” “You’ve given me hugs in front of inmates before. We’ll be fine. I’ll let go when you tell me what was in the book.”

"Cause you won a match in the ring. I was high on adrenaline." She rolled her eyes at the memory. "Don't tell me you enjoyed it." She teased.

"Don't change the subject.

“I’m perfectly on topic. I don’t know what you are so pressed about.”

“Do you understand that anything that comes within the Fortress without my knowledge can be considered contraband?"

Y/N pulled out of his loose grip and began walking towards the infirmary. He followed right behind. "Contraband? You do understand that Sigewinne and I are free people who work and sometimes work here."

"I know that. I asked nicely the first time."

"Nicely? You manhandled me." “I think we are running off of two very different definitions.” He lightly elbowed her side. “I have a feeling you’d enjoy that anyway.”

She rolled her eyes hiding a small laugh that tried to creep into her voice. “Wriothesley.” She attempted to scold him.

“We can unpack all of that on a different day.”

“It would be a short day with nothing to unpack.” She sped up her walk. It was hard to take his flirting seriously when there was still a sticker in his hair. He’d benefit from keeping a mirror on his person if the stickers were becoming a problem.

Upon entering the infirmary, Sigewinne and Ottnit were flipping through the infamous book. Laughing. Plotting when to strike their prank next. The two Melusines were clearly enjoying themselves.

“Hi, girls.” Y/N greeted them as she and Wriothesley walked down the stairs towards them. “I’ve been assumed of bringing in contraband. May I see the book for a moment?” She held out her hand as Sigewinne passed her the book. “You do know we aren’t inmates here.” Sigewinne frowned at Wriothesley. “Told him that already.” She showed the open book to Wriothesley. “Happy now?”

His mouth dropped in shock. “I trusted you. Have you been the one supplying them?”

“Stickers are cute. I’m just giving my friends a gift. I don’t think that's betraying your trust.”

“Tell that to all the sticky residue on my jacket and boots. It won’t even come off right.” He complained. “Twenty of them on leather. I’m just covered in sticky dust.”

The three of them couldn’t help but finally break out laughing. Y/N invested her money in the right thing if he was to look this cute pouting. He crossed his arms frowning in an attempt to save himself from turning into a dust ball at the rate it was going.

Y/N handed the book back to Sigewinne. “Ottnit could you get me some baby oil and a few cotton balls.”

“Sure.” She went off and bought back the supplies. Sigewinne went off, setting the sticker book down on her table before sitting on a chair watching the faces of the two infirmary guests.

Y/N took one of the cotton balls and dabbed a bit of the baby oil on it. Ottnit took the bottle of baby oil back. She grabbed one of the sleeves of the jacket and peeled off a sticker he had missed. Wriothesley frowned as she placed the sticker on his nose.

“You are doing a horrible job helping.” He took the sticker off his face and crumbled it up in his hand.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “My grandpa was a leather worker. He told me if there was any sticky residue on any leather, take some baby oil and rub it over it with a cotton ball.” She said as she cleaned off the sleeve of the jacket. She handed the used cotton ball to Ottnit before taking a clean one. “Dry it off with another cotton ball and then it's good as new.”

Wriothesley looked over the sleeve. It was a lot better than his attempts. He sighed. “This doesn’t mean you can keep placing stickers on my jacket or boots,” he told Sigewinne and Ottnit. They were going to keep doing it anyway.

“Nothing to be angry about now.” Y/N dropped the sleeve of the jacket and handed the cotton ball to Ottnit. Ottnit went and threw away the used ones before putting up the baby oil.

“I wasn’t angry.”

“Good cause I’m going to keep giving them stickers.” She reached up pulled a sticker out of hair and placed that one on his nose as well. “I think they look good on you Ri.”

He rolled his eyes before repeating his action from before. “I’m not sure if you know the meaning of help.”

Y/N laughed. “I really need to get back to the surface. This lunch break has been going on a little long. I’ll see you later.” She turned around saying her goodbyes to Sigewinne and Ottnit before leaving the infirmary.

Wriothesley hadn’t even noticed how his eyes hadn’t left her till she was out of sight.

Ottnit sighed shaking her head. “You were right.”

Sigewinne smiled knowing she just won herself even more stickers. “When do you plan on asking her out?”

His head turned over to her. “Forty-five stickers. You get no say in this right now.”

#Wriothesley x reader #genshin x reader #Wriothesley #genshin impact

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whoistartaglia · 2 years

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he gives you his sweatshirt headcanons. part three.

part one. part two.

including: kazuha, xiao, and al haitham.

warnings: gender neutral reader, fluff.

notes: literally writing part four right now.

kazuha.

“what are you doing?”

you immediately dropped the sweatshirt you were holding and spun towards its owner, plastering what you hoped looked like an innocent smile on your face.

kazuha thought it looked entirely guilty.

“nothing,” you said, clasping your hands behind your back.

kazuha raised his eyebrows and peered at the sweatshirt abandoned on the floor behind you.

“nothing?” he asked, incredulous. you shifted to stand directly in front of the sweatshirt and nodded, a little too eagerly for it to be convincing.

“nothing at all,” you confirmed.

“i don’t think stealing my sweatshirt is a whole lot of nothing,” kazuha said, side stepping you to pick it up. gently, he folded the sweatshirt and placed it back in an open drawer—

you mentally kicked yourself. you forgot to close it.

“okay, okay,” you said, holding your hands up in admittance. “it just looked so comfortable…”

you trailed off. kazuha turned back to you, and with a gentle smile, replied, “yes, i know it is. but you have your own.”

“but i want yours,” you said, almost whining.

“give me one good reason why you want mine over yours,” kazuha challenged.

“your sweatshirt is soft and comfortable and oversized—”

“so are yours—”

“and yours smell like you,” you finished. kazuha opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. you sighed, figuring kazuha was just trying to find the right words to deny you again, and continued, “it’s fine though. i don’t need it.”

you thought that was the end of it. the conversation was certainly over at that point, and you thought you might never wear his sweatshirt. maybe kazuha just didn’t want you touching his stuff, much less his clothes.

but when you came home after waving kazuha off on another voyage with the crux and found his sweatshirt, laid out for you on the kitchen table, you realized that maybe he did want you to wear it after all.

xiao.

xiao always appeared right after you called his name, and this time was no different.

“what?” he demanded, a little impatient. “i just left. what could you possibly want now?”

a little taken aback at his harsh tone, you hesitated, and said, “you… you forgot this.” you gestured to the sweatshirt in your arms, large and oversized.

xiao’s eyes widened by a fraction before they narrowed. curiously, you might have thought he was pouting. but that wouldn’t make sense. you thought that maybe he was just annoyed he forgot it in the first place? you wondered if you were wrong to summon him for such a slight mistake.

xiao snatched the sweatshirt from you, and without another word, he was gone.

after your next date, xiao forgot his sweatshirt… again. this time, as to not bother xiao by summoning him again over such a trivial matter, you returned it to him the following day. but still that unhappy pout, and you were quite sure it was a pout now, persisted.

you couldn’t for the life of you figure out why.

on the third time it happened, xiao looked even more annoyed and… was that disappointment?

“are you not relieved? to have it back?” you asked.

xiao didn’t say anything, and you thought he wasn’t going to respond, before he replied, “no. i am not.”

“what? why? i haven’t worn it or—“

“that’s the problem,” he said, cutting you off. feeling a little bold, and feeling like he should have done this in the first place, xiao gently placed the sweatshirt over your very confused head. “don’t make me spell it out for you, [you]. just… wear it. please.”

you pulled your arms through the sleeves and poked your head out from the top. you still looked a little perplexed, but nodded all the same. “okay… sure, i will. thanks.”

it was only then that xiao at last felt relief. you were finally wearing his sweatshirt.

he just hoped you wouldn’t return it next time he saw you.

al haitham.

al haitham was intelligent. he was so incredibly intelligent that it took you by surprise on numberous occasions.

but right now, you could only think that he was possibly, just a little, kind of, maybe… dumb. well, maybe that wasn’t the right word for it. if your vocabulary was nearly half as large as his, you might have a better word to describe it. perphaps ignorant was better? or maybe dense?

whatever it was, al haitham just… wasn’t getting it. you asked for his sweatshirt and he, for all his intelligence, didn’t seem to understand why.

when he asked you as much, you responded, “because… it’s cold?”

a flimsy excuse, and you both knew it. during the middle of the day, the sumeru desert was anything but.

“it’s not—“

“i know, i know,” you said, cutting him off. you were growing frustrated now. your previous explanations of the sweatshirt being comfortable and perfectly oversized didn’t cut it, either.

honestly, this was all so unnecessary. couldn’t al haitham, who knew you had a crush on him and felt a begruding affection for you in return, just give you his sweatshirt?

“i really don’t see a reason why you need to wear my sweatshirt,” al haitham stated.

“maybe because i like you and it’s just something cute? like what couples do?”

you wanted to take back the words as soon as they left your mouth. you hadn’t wanted to officially confess your feelings to al haitham, but unfortunately for you, you did just that.

“i didn’t realize we were a couple.” al haitham grinned, smug and knowing. it was then that you realized you might have underestimated him.

he was smart enough to know why you asked him for his sweatshirt, and even more so to understand he was expected to give it to you. but why not have a little fun with it? and he even managed to get a confession out of you along the way.

you sighed, both resenting and admiring that wicked mind of his. “you… i can’t believe— whatever. we’ll talk about thatlater, but… can i still have the sweatshirt?”

al haitham, done with his scheme, nodded. the sweatshirt was just as comfortable and warm as you imagained, perfect for cool desert nights.

you had his sweatshirt. but more importantly, you had al haitham and his heart, both wrapped around your little finger.

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #kazuha headcanons #kazuha x reader #xiao headcanons #xiao x reader #al haitham headcanons #al haitham x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin imagines #genshin x reader

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sheetsonfire · 1 year

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The Red Strokes

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Genre: angst, romance, fluff

Word Count: 4611

Summary: Wires are crossed and assumptions are made, can the reader and Jay resolve what has been left unsaid?

A/N: I'm finally posting again, hooray! This is part of @resanoona's #resa.3kfiestabingo! I'm using this fic to fill the "Fight That Ends In A Kiss" square!

Oh, the blues will be blue and the jealousies green

But when love picks its shade it demands to be seen

Oh, the red strokes

Passions uncaged

Thundering moments of tenderness rage

Oh, the red strokes

Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)

Burning the night like the dawn

The Red Strokes by Garth Brooks

You sit in the passenger seat of Kevin’s car on the way back to the 21st, your mind is a whir of clouded thoughts that morph from one thing to the next until you ultimately settle back on that one thing that sticks into you like the mother of all thorns.

“Hey, Y/N?” Kevin approaches gently, he and Kim had debated about it that very morning whether he should say anything at all, but given how you and Jay were bickering at the scene today, he felt it necessary to at least try and help somehow.

“Yeah, Kev?” You ask almost robotically, still transfixed to the outside world blurring at the same speed as those thoughts in your mind, your chest ached something fierce.

“You can tell me to mind my business, and I want you to know I appreciate you and respect you, but…” Kevin pauses, clicking his teeth as he hesitates to finish.

You owed Kevin this much, he was your partner now and it was important to not shut out the one person you so intrinsically relied on from day to day. The irony of that code of conduct was not lost on you, given how you and Jay treated each other at the moment. “It’s okay, Kev, you can ask whatever’s on your mind.” You sigh, smiling sadly, waiting for the words you knew might come next.

Kevin takes a breath, calculating his words carefully, “I get not challenging Voight on the change of partner, he’s got his rules and his own decisions to make. I just don’t get what’s happening to you and Halstead, right now. This isn’t you, and it sure ain’t him, you two seem to be arguing over sharing the air that you breathe”

There’s a beat of silence, and you swallow. You can tell Kevin seems to be worried he’s overstepped, but you hold out a hand with a small shake of your head.

“You’re not wrong, Kev.” You say quietly as if uttering the words would destroy the wall you'd built to keep thoughts of Jay out.

“Did you ever ask him what was on his mind?” Your partner’s tone is soft, it’s not laced with accusation, only a simple reminder of things you had ignored in cowardice and fear.

“I-... He never asked me either, Kev. He didn’t even fight it, he welcomed it, couldn’t wait to call her ‘partner’, and show her the great land of the 21st District like he was some royal prince who had found better blood to share the kingdom with.”

The lack of an answer from Kevin only makes your words feel as petulant as they had sounded and felt coming out of your mouth.

“I’m sorry, Kevin. I know, you’re right. I didn’t ask him, and he didn’t ask me. We let it go, we let each other go and now I don’t how to change that. I get so angry when I see them together. She’s an amazing detective and she’s been nothing but good to me, and yet…I can't seem to shake it. What if they’re good together, and not just at work? I’m not making a fool of myself like that, man.”

Kevin hums in thought, “I can’t prove 100% there ain’t nothing going on, Y/N. But I’ve known Jay for a while now, just like you have, and I think he’s trying real hard to not push it with you. He’s not letting go, I think he’s trying to hold on to whatever’s left and let you do what you need to do. And you can slap me for saying it, but it can’t keep on like this, Y/N, or you’re gonna lose all of it.”

The words linger in the car, and your eyes sting with the beginnings of unshed tears. Atwater wasn’t wrong on anything. You had been so busy focusing on what Jay was or wasn’t doing, that you hadn’t done anything to help this situation either.

You needed to fix it, and fast.

[Flashback Dream]

When Hailey Upton gets assigned to Intelligence it’s immediately easy to see why she had been handpicked by Voight. Her quick thinking, unrelenting energy and knack for being unphased by what others thought of her made for good police work. Hank had clearly thought so too, given that at the end of that first week he decided she should join Jay as the only other detective in the unit and be his partner. Instead of you.

Voight tells you and Jay in his office one morning, and more hurtful than the news itself is Jay’s lack of reaction. In fact, he seems all too happy to nod and say, “Of course, Sarge, she’ll fit right in.” This leaves you with no choice but to nod and say “Of course, Sarge.” too, even if you actually wanted to say “What the fuck, Hank?” and “What the fuck, Jay?”

Throughout the day you wait for Jay to tug you aside in the break room, or in a corridor, or strike up a conversation in the basement as you gear up for a scene, but he never does. He never tells you that he hates the decision, he never tells you that he would miss you, that he wants you.

Of course, you could have chosen to tell him first, but that felt like an unthinkable option. The vulnerability of such a situation didn’t seem possible, so when Jay’s first move still doesn’t come you tell yourself to keep your mouth shut.

She’s better than you, that’s what you decide. Your first instinct is to turn your frustration and hurt inward, you make yourself respect Voight’s decision and tell yourself that it’s what you deserve. To lose Jay is your own doing, you weren’t good enough to be Detective Halstead’s partner, whether that be personal or professional.

“It’s good to have you on board, Upton. Welcome to Intelligence.” Jay was as ever the professional, shaking Hailey’s hand as he spoke. You watched from behind your computer as he smiled at her. There was some sort of recognition or connection there as if they’d met before.

You were about to return to work, choosing to force yourself to get over the juvenile feelings of jealousy and resentment, focusing on the notes in front of you. However, from across the way, you hear those fateful words that send you right back into a spin.

“Come on, partner, let me show you the locker room.” The words flow with ease as he gestures for Hailey to go first, not even glancing at you as he walks away.

Hank seems to sense your gaze, focusing on you for a moment with eyes that are knowing, that feel somehow judging and reproachful, they seem to say “This is exactly why he’s got a new partner.” without saying anything at all.

The air leaves you a little and the sting of embarrassment knocks you for six. You were an idiot for thinking Jay really liked being your partner, and you were a bigger idiot for thinking that there was something between you and him that would somehow survive Hank’s law of no relationships. Ironic considering you and Jay seemed to be the furthest away from a relationship than you’d ever been.

You swallow the last bitter and cold drops of your coffee, losing yourself in the brightness of your screen and the dancing profiles in front of you.

Heartbreak was not on your agenda for today, no matter how much your chest hurt.

[End of Flashback Dream]

You wake up from the memories with a sharp intake of breath, the hurt in your chest proves to be in the waking world as your anxiety thuds out a wild rhythm with your heart. You're unable to stop replaying the day it had all started to turn sour.

Things felt particularly scary this morning, after your talk with Kevin in the car, you had decided to extend the olive branch to Jay. You felt a good portion of the responsibility for the current predicament, in the moments of clarity and hindsight you could see Jay was simply following orders and respecting the decision that had been made.

It was you that had let the jealousy consume you, it was you that had turned every action into a slight on you.

You could have just asked Jay what he thought or felt, then you would have had an answer to react to. Instead, you had let him think the worst, and he had let you run rampant with your indignation.

Today was going to be different, you were going to make sure of it.

Walking up the stairs to the bullpen you had coffees and pastries for everyone, spotting that you were on time but still the last to appear.

You give everyone a smile as you set down the goods, responding to the “Good morning”s and the “Hey”s you received.

You meet Jay and Hailey’s eyes, offering them the same genuine greeting, complimenting Hailey on her hoodie which really did look cosy.

You could at least commend yourself on the fact that you had never taken any of this out on her, in fact, you both got on really well. She had only the misfortune of walking into whatever was going on between you and her new partner.

“Jay, can I borrow you for a moment?” You ask as disarmingly as you can, finally striking up the courage to really look at him for more than a few seconds, mustering a smile that wasn’t so totally laced with fear or sadness.

Jay swallows, nodding, “Uh yeah, of course, Y/N. Let me just-”

It’s your miserable luck as Voight comes out of his office holding files with a look of immediacy on his face.

“We’ve got a case, and the wheels are already rolling on this one, robbery-homicide wants our help. It’s going to be undercover, got us some rich white folks getting ripped and killed in the process. Jay and Hailey will do the UC.”

All of your personal thoughts are swept by the tide of work from the minute Hank slaps the first few victim profiles on the whiteboard, along with suspects and locations.

The case is in full swing for most of the week, you make sure to be a partner Kevin likes having and one that he deserves. He had always been good to you ever since you were put in the unit, but especially now he had been there for you and that wasn’t something you let yourself forget. He could have easily chewed you out a few times here and there but he hadn’t, only extending you patience and understanding instead.

The real speedbump test of your sanity comes when Jay is finally put undercover with Hailey on the third day of the investigation. They were supposed to pose as a couple trying to rent a highly-priced apartment. They would meet with the realtor who was in cahoots with the suspected gang and would scope out potential locations for a robbery.

The idea was that new residents were naive enough to share secure and private information with their realtor, exchanging details about their routines and their valuables that they wouldn’t otherwise share. That information would then be passed on, and the new residents would become the next targets on the hit list.

Of course, being a couple meant Jay and Hailey were going to be doing and saying couple-y things, and that had been particularly daunting for you after weeks of concealed pining and missing your partner's proximity.

You listened on the wire with Adam and Kim in the van with you, on the monitor you could see Jay and Hailey holding hands around the tour of the apartment, discussing excitedly where they were going to put valuable pieces of art, sculptures and historical artefacts in the office space.

They would exchange doting looks and the occasional kiss, each gesture only serving to drive pressure into your forehead between your eyes. It was surely giving you a migraine.

Still, you stayed the course, you supported your team when they needed it, and you did everything you needed to put the job first. The rest of the day was spent trailing the realtor around and following their digital footprint until eventually, you realise you had caught them on a greedy day.

Jay and Hailey’s appointment with the realtor had been an information-gathering exercise, that rip wouldn’t happen for the next few days, you had expected the investigation to carry on until the week’s end, but it turned out that the gang were in a daring mood.

Keen to try a previously planned rip on a different home that same afternoon, the gang’s activity had Intelligence moving fast to the next location.

You held onto Kevin’s shoulder as you followed him down the corridor on the ground floor of a three-floor mansion that had just been renovated. The air still smelled of paint and plaster as you shuffled in the now-darkening rooms toward the back of the property where the gang’s commotion could be heard.

Your team moved in unison and unspoken communication as you, Kevin, Adam and Kim flanked either side of the property.

Jay, Hailey and Hank had moved to the back of the property, and each small team had officers from robbery-homicide with them.

It’s over almost as quickly as it starts, the open plan nature of the property and the countless windows and doors made it easy to see inside and attack from the most ideal points.

The masked figures guarding the family drop like flies as officers pick them off one-by-one. You and Kim move fast toward the twin girls in the family, untying their bonds whilst Kevin and Adam get the parents.

Behind you is the commotion of Hank, Jay and Hailey’s team taking care of the other gang members who appear from upstairs on the property.

You clutch the child in your care to you, shielding them from any wayward bullets or unseen assailants until a chorus of “Clears” is yelled out by each of the leading officers.

The smell of gunsmoke is strong, you and Kim wrap the girls in your jackets until ambos can arrive to check them out, carefully leading them to their parents who sob in relief when they see their children are okay.

You turn to Kim to check she’s all good, then you scan the room to catch the eyes of the rest of your team, glad to see that everyone was fine.

The eyes that you catch last are the green ones that make your body hot and cold, your heart constricts as it remembers the deed it’s yet to do.

Then, Hailey is in view and she’s slinging an arm over Jay’s shoulder, clearly and rightly satisfied with the results of the bust.

The eye contact between you and Jay is broken as soon as it’s even made, you watch as Jay wraps his arm around her waist, laughing at something she says.

You don’t waste any more time on the feelings that were fighting their way back to the forefront of your mind. Instead, you turn back to the others to discuss the cleanup and the procedure that follows a bust.

Unaware that those green eyes had returned to watching you as you head out to direct forensics inside.

It’s late in the evening when you finally have a cocktail in hand, sat next to Kim as the bustle of the bar surrounds you and your team.

Everyone from Intelligence, except for Hank, was letting the pressure of the week’s work decompress with a few rounds at Molly’s. So it wasn’t even like you were the third wheel with Jay and Hailey. Yet somehow after that moment between them back at the scene, your sour mood had returned with full force.

Once you’d changed back into civilian clothes at the District, you were back to driving yourself crazy with your own petty thoughts, wishing like hell you could just let it all go.

You had yet to even see the evidence of a relationship between them that wasn’t professional, friendly or strictly undercover related. Beyond a good rapport, sincere eye contact and the occasional hug or playful punch, there was literally nothing else to report. All things of those things you and Jay had shared at one time or another, but those small things, rightly or wrongly, had become something big to you.

You found it hard to keep that forced laughter going, found it hard to even look at Jay for longer than a few seconds. You’d caught the way his face dropped each time you made eye contact, the way he’d take a long swig of his beer to swallow down whatever was on his mind. His apparent indifference was maddening.

Everything Hailey and Jay said or did somehow affronted you, and the more you tried to get a handle on your emotions the worse it somehow felt. Kim had sensed your distracted and irritated mood, doing her resolute best to turn your attention to her, Kevin and Adam - it had little effect.

“Hey, do you need an escape route?” Kim whispered, a gentle hand on the small of your back.

This would have been the moment to call it quits and head home for some much-needed sleep; but your nerves were frayed beyond the point of salvation, frozen in your seat and doomed to stew in your own jealousy, confusion and anger.

Shaking your head at Kim with a weak smile, holding onto the tattered shreds of appearing sociable and engaged, you take another sip of your cocktail. You focus on the tangy burn of the alcohol as you hear Hailey laugh at something Jay had said.

Adam gives Kim a look, and she worries her lip between her teeth. She couldn’t see how this would end well either, but you were nothing if not stubborn.

When it came down to it, this was all about your shaken confidence and your lack of ability to make the first move. You had tried so hard to protect yourself from your feelings towards Jay that now you were staring at a possible reality that you’d driven him away altogether.

You knew deep down that Jay had never pulled away, he was only keeping a respectful distance to honour the steps away from him you had taken - Kevin had been totally right about that, you were sure. You had wanted Jay to try harder, which wasn’t fair, and you hated yourself for it.

“-and that’s when Y/N said…well, Y/N, you tell them, you can do the story justice.”

Several seconds pass when your brain offers the information that someone had been talking to you. That someone is Adam. You snap your head up from your staring at the watermarks on the table, seeing that your friends were waiting for your input with expectant, somewhat waning happy faces.

“Uh, ha, yeah. So-... actually guys, I’m sorry, I need some fresh air. Be right back, you all get a round on me.” You stand, feeling the alcohol in your legs, still mostly sober but weighed down by everything else.

You’re haphazardly fishing cash out from your pocket, passing it to Kim with a nod as you wander hurriedly towards the front door of Molly’s, the panic and upset bubbling to the surface. You don’t look back at the confused expressions or the worried murmurs between the group and some of the other patrons who knew you.

As soon as you’re outside you feel the embarrassment wash over you like pins and needles, the pit in your stomach feels like it could devour you from the inside out. You’re feeling childish, you’re feeling wronged, you’re feeling stupid, and you’re feeling the fire in so many directions you’re not sure where it’s going to land first.

Unfortunately for Jay, he chooses that exact moment of your conflict to try and catch up with you outside.

“Y/N? What’s going on, come on, talk to me we can’t keep doing this-”

You know it isn’t his fault and not even close to the accuracy of the situation, but your mouth doesn’t get the memo and the venom passes your lips before you can stop it.

“Talk to you, Jay? Don’t even say that to me! You don’t look at me, talk to me, or acknowledge me for weeks, and now I’m supposed to talk to you? Did you suddenly get bored of playing house with Hailey? Am I going to be the next best option, huh? I don’t think so! I’m not stupid and I’m not something you can pick and choose when the mood takes you. So just go back inside and leave me be!”

The words linger in the cold air between you and Jay. You watch his eyes harden, and his jaw becomes terse in that you’ve seen many times before. In an instant you know you’ve struck a nerve, and Jay doesn’t seem to be feeling in the mood for coddling you and your sensitivities.

As if to confirm your thoughts he scoffs, looking away for a moment before turning back to you, fire in those green eyes that makes your heart thud nervously for what was about to be dished back to you. He steps forward, pointing an accusing finger that might as well have been a knife stuck into you.

“You’ve got guts, you know that? I didn’t split us up, Y/N, that wasn’t our fault but you let it be mine! I tried hard to be patient, to be understanding, I didn’t want to be someone else’s partner either. But you know what? This isn’t fucking high school, we’re adults, and you let it become something bigger than it had to be. I wasn’t the one who pulled away, Y/N, and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna stand here and be told that I don’t give a fuck about you when it couldn’t be further from the truth!”

You stand in silence, nostrils flaring as you flounder for a fight, flight or forgive response.

Lips pressed together, looking away as you kick at the loose stones on the sidewalk. “Well, that’s great to know, great to know that I could have been something to you this whole time, and now it’s tough shit because somebody else beat me to it.”

Jay scrubs a hand over his face, moving in one stride to tilt your chin and make you look at him, the hurt still laced with anger in his tone. “I never said I was with Hailey, and that’s because I’ve never been with Hailey! What do you want me to do, Y/N? What’s it gonna take to make you see? Why the hell do you think Voight split us in the first place, or did you forget how he treats partners who get too close? Did it ever occur to you that I didn’t fight him on it because it was the truth?”

He studies you and you study back, both of you are panting from the yelling and the adrenaline surging between you. You could see that he really was upset about everything you’d put him through, and you could feel the frustration with yourself bubbling over, you had put him through hell and for what? Your wounded pride had shown itself to be quite the problem.

When you don’t speak, Jay’s nostrils flare in dismay, shaking his head, “Say something, Y/N, I can’t-”

You’re done with talking, you’re done with dancing around it all, simply grasping Jay tightly by the collar of his jacket as you tug him those last few inches until your lips are pressed desperately to his, feeling him moan with what can only be described as a growl in his throat as he kisses back, hands gripping your waist roughly as he puts all of his energy into you.

The air outside is biting, but the heat of Jay so close to you is enough to make you forget. Your clutching fingers eventually relax to rest on his shoulders and neck, pulling back to look at him with wild and worried eyes.

You wait for the anger to remain, or for him to declare it “Too little too late”, but he doesn’t. Giving you the courage to speak as you see a smile start to grace his lips, “I’m sorry, Jay. I’m so sorry for everything.”

Your thumb strokes the nape of his neck as you wait for a reaction, Jay’s hands are holding you securely, virtually pressed chest to chest in the middle of the sidewalk with the world still spinning around you. Illuminated by the streetlights and the glow of Molly’s as he studies your face.

He leans in, kissing you softer now, peppered kisses to your jaw and to your cheeks, “I appreciate you’re sorry, and I’m sorry too…but, Y/N, I don’t need you to be sorry anymore-”

There’s a slight pause that makes your heart drop, maybe he was going to reject your apology and tell you that it wasn’t going to work. What if-

Jay’s quick to fill the pause and stop your anxiety dead in its tracks. “-I just need you to be mine, if that’s what you still want too.”

Your breath is caught, and your legs are jelly with the nerves and realisation that this was actually finally happening.

The sound of a door behind you is followed by Kim’s voice, “Are you guys good?” She tests, noticing quite smugly that you’re clutching at each other.

“We’re good, Kim. Go away now, love you.” You holler, still looking at Jay in awe.

You hear Kim’s laugh and the sound of the door opening again, “Going away, love you too!” Hearing the door clunk shut as if it put you back in the safe bubble with Jay again.

“So?” Jay asks softly, waiting with bated breath.

You swallow, nodding eagerly and unashamed of that eagerness. “I want to be yours, please. If that’s what you still want.”

Jay chuckles, “It is, it really is.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, letting you fold into his embrace as you hold him tight, nestling your cheek against his chest.

“Mhm, this is nice.” You remark, shivering in Jay’s arms. Jay snorts, “It is, but how about we do it in the warmth of my apartment? Or yours?”

You hum in thought, “Yours sounds good, you still owe me a drink and takeout from our missed hangout last week.”

Jay’s eyebrows go up in a silent point being made, the reason you hadn’t met up was that you were busy sulking.

“Yeah yeah, I know, it’s my fault… But I'm still sad we missed it, your couch is bigger than mine. Takeout’s on me this time, might be some dessert in it for you.” You tease, letting that innuendo sit.

Jay nods with a grin, “Sounds like a good deal. Come on, let’s go home.”

You reach for one of Jay’s hands, another silent squeeze of apology.

He holds your hand tight as you both cross the road to get to his truck, you had hitched a ride with Kevin and didn't have your car anyway.

You make a mental note to text the others later to apologise for bailing early and taking Jay with you.

You were sure they wouldn’t mind, instead being thankful that the war was over between you, in favour of you both being annoyingly in love and mercifully quiet instead.

Fin.

A/N: Whew, I hope the ending wasn't too lame! Here's to hopefully writing more stories to see the year out!

tags: @resanoona - @elius-learns-to-write - @dumb-fawkin-bitch - @enchantedblackrose

#jay halstead x reader #chicago pd #one chicago #jay halstead #resa.3kfiestabingo #resanoona

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triscribeaucollection · 2 months

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(Welp. I'm working on the next chapter of Prophesied)

Waves crash against the beach.

It’s familiar. There are small buildings further up the dunes, no lights on inside. Vacation rentals or something, maybe; they didn’t look fancy enough to be the kind of beachfront property rich people would buy-

Movement flickers.

A boy slides down from the dunes lining the beach, and runs towards the water.

He shouldn’t be there. He shouldn’t be alone.

Even so, he keeps going until he’s in the surf, water curling around his knees in welcome. The boy takes a deep breath, staring out to sea, and speaks. “Dad, I need to talk to you. I know you must be busy with something important, but I really, really need to - a-and you said our connection’s strongest when I’m in the ocean, so you have to be able to hear me now, right? Dad?”

There’s no answer.

“Please,” the boy whispers, rapidly blinking as tears start to fill his eyes. “You protected her, I know you did, but- it’s been a whole month, and I just- you’re going to send Thalia home soon, aren’t you?” Only the rushing waves make any sound on the otherwise empty beach. “Dad, please! They- they held a funeral for her yesterday, and Chiron asked if I could pack up her stuff, and it’s not okay, Dad!” His voice breaks. His hands shake. “I’m n-not okay. Please. Please give Thalia back.”

A deep hissing starts up.

The boy flinches, spins around. Down the same path his feet left in the sand, a huge snake slithers closer, eyes glowing and locked onto him. One hand flies to his pocket, and he pulls out a pen; with the cap flicked off, it grows into a sword, perfectly sized for his hands.

He’s small enough the snake could swallow him whole.

He needs to run, but of course he doesn’t.

Sword held up, feet braced, the water starts to curl around him like a living protector, and he yells in wordless challenge. The snake hisses back, and lifts its head to tower over him in answer.

And that’s when the dagger hits it in one eye.

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She didn’t see Calypso for two days after their breakdown in negotiations; when the other girl finally came to seek her out, she found Thalia in the middle of punching trees.

It seemed like a reasonable way to work out, at first. Maybe even make some firewood, if she broke enough of them to pieces. But after the first hour, as her punches went wilder, as the skin on her knuckles split and tore, it just turned into a convenient, painful way to vent her rage.

Calypso just stopped and watched from the edge of the newly-enlarged clearing for a while. Eventually, though, she must have moved, because Thalia went from snarling and hitting a particularly stubborn tree to being caught in an unexpectedly firm grip. “Enough,” Calypso said, holding onto her wrists and staring straight into Thalia’s eyes. “Enough. You’re hurt.”

“I- don’t- fucking care,” Thalia gasped, chest heaving with each breath. Calypso’s grip tightened. It didn’t register, not until Thalia tried to pull her hands away but couldn’t.

“I do,” the other girl said simply.

In a supreme show of restraint - or possibly just exhaustion - Thalia allowed herself to be led back to the cave, to have the blood washed off her hands, each carefully wrapped in soft bandages afterward. When Calypso finished, she kept on sitting and staring at them. “...who are you grieving for?”

Thalia’s eyes slid shut. “Percy. My little cousin. He did- something stupid. And then something stupider. And I- I don’t know-” I don’t know if he’s still alive. Won’t know, unless I dream again. I don’t know if I want to. She couldn’t bring herself to say any of it out loud.

Slender fingers gently traced up her palms, over her aching wrists and forearms, pausing on a couple of small scars from Thalia’s days on the road. “You must love him a great deal.”

“He’s an annoying little twerp who begged me to climb a tree to get his favorite discus back, when he knows how much I hate heights.” Thalia choked out a bite of laughter, eyes reluctantly opening again. “Poseidon’s his father. Zeus killed his mom three years ago. I’ve been looking out for him ever since.”

“And you want to get back to him.”

“I have to.” Her eyes lifted, meeting Calypso’s sad gaze. “I have to. Please.”

They continued to stare at one another for a long, aching moment, and then something in the other girl’s expression shifted. Just slightly. Calypso slowly leaned forward, and Thalia didn’t realize what was happening until the other girl’s lips gently pressed a kiss to her own.

“No one can leave Ogygia,” she whispered, still leaning close, “Unless I fall in love with them.”

Oh.

“...shit.”

#pjo #misc #percy jackson and the olympians #thalia grace #calypso #wip

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callsignrascal · 2 years

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Take Me Home

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw/Civillian!Wife!Reader

Summary: Being married to a Navy pilot had its fun, but sometimes her husband is gone for weeks or months at a time. She isn’t sure she can keep holding on to a love that comes and goes. Maybe he can remind her why it’s worth holding on to.

A/N: Just some hurt/comfort for fun. Or not fun. To each their own.

Warnings: Angst, with a (I guess) happy ending. no use of y/n ... i actually dont think i used Rooster's name once either so maybe u could imagine any of the he/him pilots here

The life of a military spouse is undeniably challenging. Being away from your partner for months or years at a time, assuming the role of a single parent, trying to balance a career while moving so often – all of these realities of military life can take its toll.

She found herself waiting for him again. It was clockwork really. He’d come home for a few days at a time, and she knew that before they could get too comfortable, he would be gone again. But, she was always waiting.

After a couple of years of the same old routine, it had begun to nag at her. She thought about it constantly; his absence, the unfounded bitterness that she felt toward him for not being around. Tonight, it was the only thing weighing on her mind as he returned home, even as they tried to ease back into a sense of normal that they had all but forgotten.

Despite her silence that he knew could only mean one thing, he still tried to make it a nice night. He had been gone for days this time, and all he wanted was to be with her. He was only worried that her coldness toward him would eventually lead to something else.

“There’s only a bottle of red left, I hope that’s okay,” he explained as he retrieved the last bottle of wine, grabbing two glasses before making his way back to the table.

“It’s been a rough week,” she explained. She watched him as he opened the bottle, placing the cork on the table, not even once glancing in her direction.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore,” she said as he poured her a glass of wine. The words came almost too easily. They had been on her mind for some time; building up until it was almost too much to handle anymore. It didn’t faze him though. He only finished pouring her glass before turning to focus on his own.

“Do what?” He asked finally as he set the bottle down, taking his seat across from her.

“This whole; finally having you home for a few days after being away for weeks or months, only to have to sit back and watch you pack again.”

“What has changed?”

“Nothing. That’s the problem. It’s always the same. You go away to God knows where, surrounded by God knows who… I never know what you’re doing, who you’re with, where you are half the time.”

“That’s my job. That’s been my job for as long as you’ve known me.”

“I know,” she said softly, “I think it’s just become too much.”

She picked up the wine glass, staring off at if for some time before taking a sip. He followed her movement, each of them sitting in silence for a while, taking in the heaviness of the discussion that was going to take place.

“Why is this an issue now?”

“I’ve been… so patient. Through this entire relationship I’ve sat around, waiting for you. When you’re gone, I’m just so alone, trying to keep myself busy so I don’t think about you. And then I get you back for just a little while, and each time you have to leave again is harder than the last time.”

He let out a deep sigh, leaning back into his chair as he took a much longer drink from his glass. He averted his gaze from her, unable to look at her now that there were tears welling up in her eyes. He knew this had been difficult on her, it had been the downfall to every relationship he had ever had.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” He asked suddenly. She looked up at him, eyes wet with tears as he continued to stare at his glass, thumbing along the rim. He was wearing a crooked smile now, his laugh lines prominent at the corner of his eyes as he smiled at the memory.

“I do,” she replied. A small smile formed on her own face now. She definitely did remember that fateful night at the Hard Deck.

“You were wearing that stunning, black dress, the one I like. You were carrying drinks to your table that night, the one you sat at with all of your friends. Do you remember that? I think I was making my way to the bar and neither of us were watching where we were going…”

“And you ran right into me,’ she giggled. He glanced up at her, smiling wider when he saw her eyes watching him softly.

“I still uphold that you ran into me.”

“Either way, you ended up with beer poured all down the front of your shirt.”

“Yeah, and you were so cute the way you panicked.”

“Well, I had just poured beer on your service khakis. That's gotta be punishable in some way.” He took in her laugh, like a song that he had almost forgotten the words to. He hadn’t heard her laugh in a long time, and right now, he savored it.

“But, you got a towel from the bar and cleaned me up. And I ended up sitting there at your table with you, soaking wet and smelling like beer.”

“We talked for a really long time.”

“I still believe that I fell in love with you the second you ran into me. How long before you knew you were in love with me?”

“I’ve already told you,” she muttered, slightly embarrassed at the idea of bringing up the past.

“I want to hear it again. I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”

“I knew you were trouble as soon as I set eyes on you while you were on stage. Before the beer incident.”

He seemed pleased by her answer, taking another long sip of his wine.

“Do you remember the first time I kissed you?” He asked.

She felt her breath catch. If there was any memory that could bring on the butterflies, it was that particular one. She could feel the tears well up again; aching over the memory and how it seemed so distant now, especially as they sat here discussing the possibility of everything ending. He gauged her feelings easily, reaching his hand across the table to take hers. His hand was rough but gentle against her skin. She stared down at her hand in his.

“I do,” she whispered.

“Tell me,” he urged, whiskey-brown eyes staring into her almost desperate, “I want to hear it.”

“It was our second date,” she began, “you took me out to dinner and we talked all night. I remember laughing and just feeling so comfortable with you. And you walked me home. You asked if you could kiss me, and I said yes. So you did.”

“And?”

“And what? It was a kiss.”

“Well, I have very vivid memories of what it was like for me. Tell me how you felt.”

“I think we’ve done this before.”

“Yeah, we have. But, I think I need to hear it again,” he leaned his elbows on the table, resting his face in his hand as he watched her intently.

“All that I had thought about that night was your lips, how they might feel against mine. I had hoped that you’d make the move, and you did. It was soft at first. The second your lips met mine, my stomach flipped. It was as if I was kissing someone for the very first time. Or, maybe it was just the only kiss that ever mattered. And you deepened the kiss, and I remember the way my knees buckled and you had to hold me up. The only other time I ever felt like my head was swimming like that is when…”

“You’d break out a bottle of your favorite wine?”

“Yeah,” she chuckled, “it was like being drunk, in the best way possible. I wanted to kiss you forever.”

With that, he stood up, moving toward her and taking her hands in his. He pulled her gently from her chair, wrapping his arms around her waist as he brought his lips to hers finally. He couldn’t be sure that this was exactly the same, but the whole point was to reenact that first kiss. The whole point was to remind her why she had loved him in the first place, remind her of what it has been like in the beginning.

He took her in; the feel of her wine stained lips against his, the remnants of the bitter alcohol lingering on her tongue with a hint of sweetness.

Judging from the way she melted into him, pressing back eagerly against his mouth, he had assumed that he had succeeded.

“Then kiss me forever,” he whispered against her lips. He pulled back, allowing his face to rest into the crook of her neck where he placed soft kisses against her skin. He breathed in her scent, trying his hardest to memorize it now that was afraid that he might be losing her.

“Let’s go to bed,” he muttered against her. More than anything, he wanted to keep her in this moment; with the memories still fresh in her mind, the kiss still lingering on her lips. He wanted her to stay wrapped up in what they used to be, at least for tonight.

She nodded against him; her hand running gently along his jawline. He led her to the bedroom with only the thought of making her remember why she had waited for him this entire time to begin with.

They left the half-empty bottle, their empty glasses, and the mention of this relationship being too much; behind them. Some things were more important right now.

Two days later, she sat on the edge of the bed while she watched him pack again. Her mind ran wild as she watched him focus. He was going to Top Gun this time, not too far, but to be honest, she had stopped paying attention. Where he was didn’t matter to her, all that did matter was that he’d be gone again.

“It’s only three days this time,” he explained, “I’ll be home before you know it.”

“What makes you think I’ll be waiting for you this time?” She asked, a hint of bitterness in her tone.

He noticed the look of hurt in her eyes, more prominent now than it had ever been in the past.

“It will be your birthday,” he reminded her. He dropped what he was doing, moving to her where he kneeled in front of her as she sat at the edge of the bed. He took her face in his hands, pulling her in for a kiss. “I’ve made plans. It will be perfect, trust me.”

She did want to trust him; but as she watched him walk away yet again, she couldn’t help but wonder what he would be doing while he was gone.

She tried to keep her mind off of him for the first day. It was never easy. He invaded her thoughts constantly. Sometimes, it was her own thoughts about how much she missed him, other times, it was her own insecurities that made her doubt him. She had trusted him for this long, but surely him being away so much wasn’t easy on him either.

By day three, she was a lot more lonely. She opened a bottle of wine that she had bought earlier, set on drinking the thoughts of him away. It was getting old, trying to force herself into feeling less sad, less lonely. Honestly, it wasn’t working anyway. She drank until there was nothing left, and in the early morning hours, she sent him a text. Her face tingled due to the bottle of wine, eyes red and bloodshot from the tears she had cried yet again. “I miss you.”

She didn’t even intend to wait for his reply, she usually never got one. She was sad and angry again. Angry at the fact that he was willing to leave every time, sad that she kept herself always waiting for him. This time, he did reply. Her blurry eyes tried to focus on the text; “I miss you too.”

It should have been a relief really. But, she cried herself to sleep that night, angry now at how unfair it all was.

The next time he returned home, he brought gifts. It was her birthday after all. He watched her, grinning as she opened the small box. She looked up at him, mouth turned up at the corners upon seeing the bracelet that sat within, accompanied by a note:

“Put on that black dress; the one that I like, and your favorite heels. Tonight is all about you.”

She did just that as he showered. She slipped that dress on, the one that she hadn’t worn in a very long time. She slipped on her heels, suddenly feeling excited; the way she had in the beginning when he would take her out. She placed her new bracelet onto her wrist before finishing her look off with her wine-red lipstick.

She waited for him in the living room, anxious for the first time in years. He was trying so hard and she was still filled with doubts. When he entered the room, he too was dressed up. It was a far-cry from his usual jeans, white tank, and Hawaiian shirt. Tonight he had put on a pair of slacks and dress shoes, pulling on a waistcoat as he entered the room. She breathed in sharply upon seeing him like this. While she admired him, standing to approach him to help him adjust his waistcoat; he in turn, couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

“Look at you,” he muttered, brown eyes looking her up and down as she fixed the collar of his white button up.

“I’m surprised this still fits,” she replied, referring to the dress that she had worn the first time they had met.

“Don’t be surprised.”

“I’m getting old,” she chuckled, letting her hands linger against his chest.

“You’re still so beautiful, so perfect,” he replied. He wrapped his arms around her, leaning in to kiss her softly. He only wanted to remind her that he still loved her. Even after all this time, she was the only thing that he saw, and it was always perfect.

Dinner wasn’t the usual enjoyable time that they had together. The fact that she had said she couldn’t do this anymore just days earlier still remained on their minds. She sat there, drinking her wine, as she thought of what to say. He waited for it; the inevitable blow that was sure to come up again. They were twenty-five minutes into her birthday dinner and already through a bottle of wine when it finally came.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she reiterated. “I can’t keep waiting for you like this.”

He sat there, silent as he took in her words again. He knew this was hard on her, it was hard on him too. Nothing about this was fair. But, he had to try to remind her why they had stuck it out this entire time in the first place.

“Do you know how I get through work every time that I’m away?” He asked after a while. She looked up at him, slightly frustrated that he was ignoring her pleas, her pain.

“No,” she responded flatly.

“I pretend that I never met you.”

She didn’t look pleased by this. He watched as tears welled up in her eyes again, seemingly hurt by his words.

“It’s easier… less painful that way,” he continued. “It doesn’t work, but I try whatever I can to make it hurt less. Because it does hurt when I leave you, and I know it hurts you too.”

“Maybe it’s easier if we just walk away from it.”

“Give up?” He asked, pained over the fact that this was still on her mind.

“There doesn’t seem to be much left to hold on to.”

“Do you remember what you always told me in the beginning? When we started this and I had to go away?” He asked.

“Yes,” she muttered.

“You told me that I had to be stronger. You told me that I had to do what I had to do, and I had to be the strong one.”

“I did,” she replied. She glanced down at her wine glass, rolling the words over in her mind.

“You told me I had to keep trying.”

“Yes, but maybe after a while there’s nothing left worth trying for.”

“I’m still trying,” he breathed out. “I’m still here, and I’m still trying.”

She watched him now; aching over the pain present on his face. She knew she had been selfish. Surely it hadn’t been any easier for him, but it was her own loneliness and bitterness that she had focused on this whole time. She began to cry now; realizing a lot of things. This was hard on both of them, but she also knew that he would be gone in a few days. It would be a vicious cycle that never ended with them. He could sit here and try all he wanted, it didn’t change the fact that he would leave her alone again and again.

“Please don’t cry,” he said, reaching across the table for her hand again. She grasped onto it, desperate to hold on even if she believed there was nothing left to hold onto. “I know it’s been lonely for you, it’s been the same for me. But, the only thing that gets me through being away from you is knowing that in a few days, I’ll get to come home and see that pretty face. I know I’ll return to you, and it makes it all a little easier. It’s still the same. I miss you so much, but I’m always so happy to come back to you. Have you just stopped feeling that for me?”

“No,” she muttered, “of course not. I still love you. Now, it’s just that you come home and all I can think about the whole time you’re here is how you’ll be gone again.”

“What is it like for you when I leave and then come back?”

She was quiet for some time, thinking hard about how to answer him properly. There were a hundred different ways to describe the feeling of him leaving. What he wanted now was for her to explain what it was like when he came home to her.

“It’s like everything I’ve ever lost, coming back to me all at once.”

“You know,” he began, offering her a small smile, “when I’m gone and I come back to you; it’s like coming back to my home. Not my literal home, but the place where my heart belongs. I think that’s why I haven’t given up on this. I’d be lost without you.”

“I don’t think it will ever get easier though.”

“You’re right,” he replied, “but, for me, it’s worth a little bit of loneliness if it means I still get to come home to you.”

“You’re trying to make me stay,” she pointed out.

He stood from his chair suddenly, moving towards her as he pulled her from her chair again. This time he wrapped an arm around her waist, still holding one hand in his as he began to move her in a slow dance. She looked at him, confused now, but still following his lead as they danced.

“There’s no music,” she told him.

“There doesn’t have to be,” he said softly, “all that needs to be here, right now; is you and I.”

She said nothing. She simply rested her head against his shoulder as he continued to move her in their silent dance. She took a moment to memorize the way he felt against her, the way he was trying so hard to hold on to her. She thought about how selfish she had been. It was never that she wanted to leave him, all she really wanted was to be reminded of why she had held onto him for so long.

“Do you remember the first time we danced like this?” He whispered against her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

She nodded, closing her eyes as she thought back. She absentmindedly ran her thumb against her wedding band, recalling their wedding day.

“I remember how beautiful you looked on that day; how you walked down that aisle toward me.”

“I remember how nervous you looked when I finally got to you,” she grinned against his chest, “how you fumbled through your vows.”

“Do you remember the song?” He asked, pressing her to relive the moment.

“I do,” she replied. She began to hum the song quietly as he continued to dance with her. She was sure the guests at the restaurant were staring at this point, but she no longer cared as she found herself lost in the moment with him.

“And I held you… just like this,” he said as he pulled her closer to him, hand gripping tighter on her back almost as if he were afraid to let her go.

“Yes,” she hummed, feeling a sudden sense of comfort being in his arms like this, “and you told me you wanted to hold me like this forever.”

“Look at us,” he chuckled, “all these years later, and I’m still holding you like this.”

The tears had been building up again as he walked her through the memory of their wedding. Now, she let them fall when she realized that he had been trying so hard this whole time. All that she had given him lately was a guilt trip; a sense of disappointment over the fact that she was the one talking about letting it all go. She held him tighter, still thinking back to how perfect it had all been. Maybe it wasn’t so perfect now, but it was what they had.

“Do you remember what I told you?” He asked.

“I-I don’t think so..” she trailed off, thinking hard about what he might be referring to. She honestly couldn’t recall.

“I told you that I would love you forever,” he pulled back from her, eyes studying her intently, “and I meant it. I love you now, and I will love you even if you really think that you can’t stay.”

Her breath caught at his words, choking up when she saw the tears in his own eyes. She had almost forgotten their vows and what all of it had meant then and what it meant now. She felt completely caught off guard now that he was here to remind her. But, maybe that was what she had needed all along. She bit her lip, considering her options now. It didn’t seem like much, but a lot had changed tonight. Any sense of loneliness and bitterness that she held against him had all but melted away. Instead, she found herself lost in a sea of happier times; of memories of how and why they had ended up here to begin with. She realized that it would never be easy, but there had always been a reason why they held on to each other and looked forward to each reunion. Maybe love wasn’t supposed to be easy. Maybe it was meant for them to fight for each other. Maybe it was important to miss each other.

“Take me home,” she muttered, running her hand down his chest as he held her, “let me have you tonight, because I’m going to miss you when you leave again.”

“You know I’ll always come back, right?”

“I know you will,” she replied.

They ignored their half-eaten meal; paying the bill and leaving behind an empty bottle and two half-drunk glasses of wine as they walked out of there hand-in-hand. It certainly wasn’t like her to leave behind a good glass of wine; but some things were too important to ignore right now.

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kira-moonrabbit · 1 year

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i wanna scream from the heavens "GO PLAY LOBCORP AND LIBRARY OF RUINA NOW NOW NOW" like everyone else when it goes on sale, but hear me out. What if you can only buy one. Or only want to buy one for some reason. Or maybe it's like a book and you want to know what's in the book before you buy the book. Let me help you, ok?

For ease of scrolling I'll just put the rest beneath a cut. Below is me going over everything notable about lobcorp and library of ruina that would influence the decision of what you want to buy, positive or negative. Mostly positive, though.

WHAT DO BOTH OF THEM HAVE?

Customizable side characters to get attached to. Employees and Librarians.

A story about the horrors of capitalism, I think.

A world that they expand upon to such a huuuuuuge degree. Lots of worldbuilding. Huge world.

Lots of beasts!

Both have soundtracks that will explode you!

They also have a lot of body horror and gore in them. Be safe, okay?

WHAT DOES LOBOTOMY CORPORATION HAVE?

Lobcorp is a management game. If you like to manage things, it might be for you! Basically, you work on monsters to make energy, and you need to work on them to unlock more information about them to make breaches less likely. It's a game of experimentation!

Failure is about halfway between forgiving and not. Resetting the day if something bad happens costs nothing (barring a few exceptions, but those are very, VERY rare). But you have to actually finish a day to progress. Take the knowledge of what went wrong to try and fix your mistakes! ...But sometimes that doesn't help, either... It's that kind of game.

You have to let your agents work on Abnormalities to improve their stats and let them use better equipment! It's easy to get attached to your little guys, if that's a plus.

Story's pretty good, y'know. I'll leave discussing the nitty-gritty of what Lobcorp's story is about to the professionals, though; I didn't pay enough attention to it cuz I was more focused on the gameplay.

Lobotomy Corporation is STRESSFUL. Your Employees are made of tissue paper, and combat is essentially just ordering them from room to room and hoping they escape from an attack in time. It's very, very hard. That could be your cup of tea, or it could also not be your cup of tea.

It's the less gore-heavy of the two games! Its art style is cutesier. Still, again, be careful.

The game is, admittedly, a bit lacking in polish. It was left with a few bugs unfixed, and some of the workable monsters are nightmares to manage!

...Buuuuut, if it helps, Lobcorp has a modding scene! Albeit a very, very small one. There are a variety of mods to make your experience easier, if that's what you'd like to do. There aren't very many "content mods," though. Like I said, it's a small modding scene. It's also not an "official" modding scene, meaning you need an external tool to load mods in (rather than an official Workshop.)

TL;DR - Very challenging but worth it in the end if you like management sims.

WHAT DOES LIBRARY OF RUINA HAVE?

Library of Ruina is a card game! And also a dice game! You give cards to your Librarians to use in card battles. Each card has its own dice with set roll ranges. (Not classical dice either; no D20s. Instead, a die on a card, or "combat page," will have, say, a roll range of 3-7.) You "clash" against other cards that the enemy is using, comparing rolls on those dice.

There are also various passives and Abnormality pages to use to turn the tide in battles, such as a Passive that makes your pages stronger the faster you are, or an Abnormality page that will make a specific type of die more powerful and inflict a debuff.

Generally, it's easier to play the game to get a proper wraparound for how Ruina works. It's simple to learn, but takes true strategic grit to master! ...Mostly!

It's more laid-back than Lobcorp! It's still a pretty hard game, don't get me wrong, but it's MUCH easier than Lobcorp is. You can take your time with 95% of all battles. (the 5% is a single battle with a time limit.)

The story is a bit easier to understand! Plus, you get to see characters interacting with other characters more.

MUCH, MUCH gorier than Lobcorp. Without spoiling anything, a certain chapter with two characters called Tommy and Merry might be a bit tough to handle especially. Take care of yourself!

It has a Steam Workshop page! And lots and lots of mods! Some better than others, but still, there's a lot worth checking out! Even if you don't particularly want to toy with mods, there are also custom skins to try out.

...Yeah, I recommend Library of Ruina over Lobcorp any day, it's a much more polished experience.

TL;DR - Very polished, if difficult, card battler

Now, I can say it. If this piqued your interest... GO BUY LOBOTOMY CORPORATION AND/OR LIBRARY OF RUINA ON STEAM RIGHT NOW GOGOGO!!!!

#project moon #projmoon #you can reblog this if you want. always happy to help get more people playing projmoon games.

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cosplayingwitch · 2 years

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Three Drinks, Two Texts, and a Phone Number

Here we go! My first new fic since December! This is for @make-me-imagine 's 5th Anniversary Challenge

Pairing: Malcolm Bright x gn!reader (I reread it to double check, but if you spot any runaway pronouns please let me know)

Prompt: “Meet up for a blind date and getting along very well, only to realize halfway through you met up with the wrong person on accident.”

Length: just over 1200 words

Warnings: the reader does do a bit of drinking in this, and maybe mild language warning?

A/N: This is my first time writing in this fandom! I've wanted to write for this for awhile, but haven't gotten around to it. I also messed up with the prompt a bit, so that probably disqualifies me. But I wrote it anyway!

Three Drinks, Two Texts, and a Phone Number

You’d just gotten off work when your best friend called with an usual question.

“You’re single, right? Please tell me you are.”

“Ummm, yeah?” They’d been by your side after your most recent, and rather painful, breakup, so they had to have known this.

“And you still owe me for getting you an advance copy of that book?” You couldn’t lie, having a friend with a job at a bookstore had its perks.

“You’ve held that over my head since you did. Let me guess, you finally figured out how you want to cash in that favor?”

God, you hope it’s not something bad. Or illegal.

“You’re going on a date tomorrow night. Consider it a gift.”

“What?” You’re a little taken aback. “No.”

“You owe me. I’m not saying you have to marry the man, just go out with him. One date won’t kill you. Look at it this way, you’re getting a free meal out of this too.”

“If I do go, which is a big if, can I ask who I’m going on this date with?” You question, still a little hesitant.

“That would ruin the surprise, it’s called a blind date for a reason. And you are going, even if it means I have to drag you to the restaurant myself.” You knew she was being sarcastic, but something also told you that there was a bit of truth in that.

Eh, what the hell. Why not.

As you straighten your shirt, you can’t help but wonder if you’re overdressed for this.

“That’s nonsense. You’re still used to the work-from-home sweatpants. This is absolutely perfect for a date at a fancy restaurant.” Your best friend continued to babble over the video call, but nothing really stuck. You were busy being stuck in your own head.

*ding*

The sound of your phone jolted you back into reality.

“Okay. I sent you the address of the restaurant. Remember, 6 PM. No later.”

—-------

You arrive at the restaurant a little early, choosing to wait in the lobby than take up a table before whoever your date was showed up.

But that was exactly the problem. He never seemed to show up. You waited until 7 before giving up and asking the hostess if there were any seats available at the bar. Sitting down, you checked your phone in case your friend texted you that something happened to your date.

No text. You managed to get stood up by a blind date.

“Date gone bad?” The man to your left asked.

“How’d you know?”

“You’re sitting in the bar of a fancy restaurant, clearly overdressed for a bar, constantly checking your phone.” He continued on, “Plus, I have yet to see you do anything but scowl at that phone you keep checking and order what I assume is a very strong drink.”

“So you know my story then. What about you? Do you just wait for sad girls to show up at the bar so you can hit on them?”

He made a bit of a face. “Annual mother’s day gift. She hates that I’m not in a relationship, so every year I let her set me up on a date. This one never showed.”

“Not exactly the same as me, but similar enough.” You explained to him. “Best friend set me up with this ‘blind date’ disaster. So here’s to being stood up by strangers.” You raise your glass in his direction.

“At least we can still tell our attempted matchmakers that we met someone for drinks.” You say as you finish your drink. “You know, we’ve been sitting here complaining for a while now and I still don’t know your name.”

“Malcolm Bright. You?”

“y/n. Nice to officially meet you. What do you do for a living?”

“I mostly work with the police, but I’m not actually a cop or anything. Just a consultant.”

Starting on your second drink, you tell him about your job. Your very boring, same shit different day, type job. He acted interested, but not even you were interested in your job.

“I know it’s boring, but it’s nice while I finish grad school. Then I’ll have something interesting to say on first dates.”

A number of other topics came up in conversation that night.You mentioned that you’d always wanted to try roller derby, to which he was able to randomly recite the very high injury potential/rate.

“Yeah, I know. But it’d still be fun to try, right?”

Malcolm mentioned his weapons collection, then got absolutely giddy when you asked further questions on it.

“Most people find my collection strange or unsettling. I usually don’t tell people I’ve just met, but what the hell tonight.” He announced to the bar, raising his glass and prompting you to raise yours as well.

Yeah. What the hell indeed, you think, finishing your drink and ordering a third. You never drink this much, but getting stood up by a blind date seemed as good of a reason as any.

It was that exact same attitude, and possibly the drinks, that led you to write your number down before you left. Handing it to him as you got up from the bar, you smirked.

“This was nice. Text me sometime. Maybe we could go on, you know, an actual date?”

Realizing you’d just given a stranger your number and all but asked him on a date, you turn and leave before he can say anything. After all, if he did have something to say, he did have your number now.

—-----

You woke up with the worst headache you’d had in years. How many drinks did you have last night?

As usual, the first thing you did was look at your phone. There were two text messages.

One from your best friend

“WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?”

And one from a number you didn’t know

“Tonight was nice. Dinner on Saturday?”

“Oh, and this is Malcolm by the way. The guy you gave your number to at the bar last night.”

You start replying to your friend

“What do you mean? I was at the restaurant you gave me the address to. When whoever it was didn’t show up within an hour, I decided to sit at the bar and order some drinks.”

“Shit. I mixed two of the numbers in the address. Shit. Now Steve is pissed at me.”

“STEVE? YOU SET ME UP WITH YOUR ASSHOLE COWORKER?”

Now you were actually thankful you were sort of stood up. That guy was a piece of work. You’d picked your friend up from work all of twice, but apparently he’d been obsessed with you since.

“Yeah. You know the concert I have tickets for in three weeks? My boss decided to schedule me that night. Steve told me he’d trade shifts with me if I set him up on a date with him.”

You couldn’t deal with that right now. Just couldn’t. So, rather than letting your temper get the best of you and saying something you know you’ll regret, you take a deep breath and turn to the other pair of texts. And say something you’re pretty sure you wouldn’t regret.

“Sounds wonderful. Same place, just with actual food this time?”

“And at least this time we both know what we’re headed into, right? No more surprises?”

“I can’t promise there’ll be no surprises, but yeah.”

The next deep breath you took wasn’t in trying to suppress your anger, but in trying to quell the butterflies quickly forming in your stomach.

You can’t wait for Saturday.

#meraswritingchallenge #fan fiction #malcolm bright x reader #Prodigal Son fan fiction #fan fic #writing challenge #malcolm bright #not a new fandom #just the first time writing for it #not my favorite thing I've written #will eventually be posted to ao3 too #tw: drinking

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evelyne-am · 1 year

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21st march 2023

DAY8

If you could not tell from my last post, and my thoughts are wandering back to music, life, pretentious things like hair; that I was trying to get myself out of. But I guess habit is habit. I slscked over the weekend. Instead of spending my day off focusing on my new script and having it embedded in me, or making some of the new music that Sir told me to do, I barely did anything, I barely scratched the surface of the pile of Load. Past few months I have been doing that. I’m not hard on myself because I know everyone needs downtime, but throughout a pandemic, throughout my life pre-2022, I’ve gotten used to a lot of downtime. I’ve gotten used to getting distracted, doing things that are meaningless in the long run, and also giving into temptation. It’s okay, I have taken on more than I could chew, and I have this new place, new people, new projects, I haven’t watched TV, something that I used to do every single day since August. But I am still struggling with my focus. Today is the first day that we have real rehearsals. We did a little bit of a warmup and went straight into the play. The play is made into three acts act one add two add three are very different. We worked on act one, we worked on blocking, we worked on some dialogues. At this moment the lead roles have been assigned, but Sir says that they may change, I don’t have one. However I am responsible for leading the music part and though I thought a break from music is exactly what I wanted, I realise that what is better for the play is me taking charge of the music, I wanted to be a little more selfish, the last few years I have allowed everything else to come before what I want. But in this case I don’t feel like I’m putting anyone else’s needs first, this is my play, whether I play two lines or 130. Sir is very unhappy with the way that we have started running in and out. I said in my story, this is the first day I felt like rehearsals started, that is because it is true. We’ve chalked out the way that we are going to sit to stand and move enter, it was supposed to be a 360 audience but Sir makes it into three sides instead of four. We go home realising that there is so much more to do including the music. Sir ask me about this song, and in great shame I say I have not really finished it. He didn’t yell at me, but I felt the urgency of what was happening. Maybe I should put my whole focus on making this play and its music better, but I am so enjoying challenging myself in these acting things that I also don’t want to give that up. Over the weekend my friend Shaheen who is a long-term theatre actor told me if there’s any advice that he gives me it is to trust my director. So I decided to do so.

Mum leaves for foreign lands today. The half an hour I got to see her I was very anxious and she could tell. I didn’t really get a chance to converse with her because all I had in my mind was how am I gonna balance home. I got a balance. I did not very well. I left my work to the end of the night and ended up working from midnight to 1 am again. Why am I letting emotions from my personal life comes first? . They of course deserve their space, but I have to time manage better and get my homework done before I go into other things. And though I get a little bit done, I realise I’m not behaving at my hundred percent yet. And I need to. When I’m directing and others don’t do it, I really feel bad, I can’t do that to my director.

Henceforth I will be referring to Sir As my director.

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dark-nymphs-fanfiction · 2 years

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Duke Thomas Weekend - Day Two

Finally! The Duke Thomas Weekend started yesterday!

For DAY TWO I have a little snippet for you.

Actually, the story is a bit longer and was supposed to include Bella Garten as Duke's secret friend (I don't know why, but I love Bella and I love Duke and I think they should be friends...), but I wasn't quite satisfied with that and didn't finish it, so now you just get the best scene where Bruce Wayne realized he had to adopt Duke.

(And beause it wasn't long enough for this challenge I added a additional scene with Alfred, that wasn't planed.)

Day Two: Reverse Robins/Duke is the first kid Batman picked up & Bruce adopts Duke & (kind of) Accidental Child Acquisition

Flowerhounds grow in the light

A few months passed, but then Bella's first letter actually arrived. Her handwriting had always been readable and it was still curved. His joy must have shown because shortly after, he was sent off with some money and a shopping bag to make himself "useful". But that could not spoil his mood now, at least he could buy a stamp at the same time.

Determined he ran past a man to the vegetable department, then he ran past the same man again to the stationery things, and when he saw him again, still empty-handed, while Duke had almost everything, standing by the drinks, Duke had enough. This wasn't normal after all.

"Are you okay?"

"Um … Yes … Sure."

Somehow, that was far from convincing. It didn't help that Duke saw the rather long shopping list in the man's hand. It was also the only thing he had in his hand.

"Have you found anything on the note so far?"

The man looked at him briefly before shaking his head. Duke's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Haven't you ever been shopping in your life? This store hasn't changed its layout in ten years."

Now the man raised an eyebrow at him.

"Hey, just because I'm nine doesn't mean I can't listen to others. My sources are excellent."

"Okay. Okay. I believe you. In fact, Alfred has always done my shopping so far."

Duke couldn't keep his mouth shut. But he regained his composure relatively quickly.

"I'm almost done. Would you like me to help you?"

"That would be very kind."

"Not a thing, but you owe me an ice cream in return."

It took them longer than they thought to get all their things bought and stowed in the man's cart. And what a cart it was. As clean as it looked, there was no doubt that it probably either wasn't driven often or had just been taken to the car wash often.

"Thanks again for your help. Alfred probably never would have let me forget it if he had realized I couldn't do something like that."

"Neither can you. That Alfred would have every right in the world to tease you about it. What adult has never been shopping for himself?"

Duke knew that might not have been the nicest statement, but in fact, he didn't care. Instead, he unwrapped his ice cream and waved goodbye.

"Wait. Do you want me to drive you somewhere?"

Duke stopped and turned to him very slowly. "I don't know if you know it but giving a strange kid ice cream and then asking if they want to get in the car is something you probably shouldn't do in Gotham. Something you shouldn't do anywhere."

It was almost funny how the man's eyes widened in shock and he immediately took a few steps back.

"That's right. That … was totally inappropriate. I'm sorry."

Duke just shrugged and made his way home. He doubted the man was a psychopath … at least until the time, two days later, when the same man showed up at the home and wanted to take Duke in. In Gotham, only psychos adopted children.

Duke stared at Alfred. Alfred stared at Duke.

Both decided they recognized the other's expertise.

"So why exactly is Bruce not allowed in the kitchen while we're cooking?"

Alfred's left eyebrow twitched, as if he were remembering something traumatic that was better left to slumber in the dark. It had taken Duke some time to adjust to Wayne Manor, but no sooner had he met Alfred than it was easier to come to terms with this new situation. He had a whole room to himself and Bruce had already agreed that Duke could go back to his parents as soon as they were better. In general, Bruce was so awkward that there was no danger from him at all.

"Master Bruce had his chances." Alfred didn't elaborate, and Duke let it go at that. He was just glad that he had gotten a chance to help himself. True, cooking wasn't quite as much fun as writing stories, but when he thought of Bruce being in charge of the food while Alfred took a vacation or wasn't around … well, Duke preferred to take it into his own hands.

"You know what I've been wondering for a while, Master Duke?"

Duke held his breath and stared intently at the carrots as he peeled them. He had a dark premonition of what Alfred was getting at.

"No … What?"

"How Master Bruce developed the sudden interest in taking you in? And I mean you specifically. No other child was even considered."

Duke had made Bruce swear that he would never tell Alfred about the shopping fiasco. The only condition Bruce had set. Other parents probably would have demanded that you make good grades or not be too loud, but Bruce's only concern was that Alfred never know about the embarrassment.

"Oh. Is that so? Um … I think you need to direct that question more to Bruce. It's not like I have superpowers that tell me what people are thinking."

"I've asked Master Bruce. Several times. And strangely enough, whenever I ask my question, something important seems to come up."

"Quite strange," Duke agreed not managing to look in Alfred's direction. One look at the butler and Duke would fold. Why hadn't Bruce prepared him for how hard it would be to hide the truth?

Fortunately, Bruce seemed to have smelled his desperation.

"Mmm. What smells so yummy already?" he asked calmly as he stepped through the door.

"Carrot-curry," Duke answered immediately, hoping he had cleverly diverted attention from the subject.

"Duke was just telling me about how you two met," Alfred commented.

Immediately, Duke looked up. Alfred was standing in front of him, but still Duke could see Bruce widen his eyes in shock. Very slowly, Duke shook his head. Bruce didn't seem to understand this signal.

"Okay, listen, Alfred. I know you think it's important for me to be able to manage on my own, too. But honestly, who's going to know their way around? With this massive supply, these many shelves, and not to mention the distracting offer sheets?"

Two weeks. That's how long they'd been able to hide it from Alfred. Well, at least Duke had done everything in his power. Bruce had messed it up.

@duke-rarepairs

#dc comics #snippet #fandom: batman #fanfic #DTRPC #Duke Rare Pair Challenge #Duke Thomas #Accidental Child Acquisition #reverse robins #Bruce adopts Duke #This is Gotham #Bruce Wayne dosn't know how to go shopping #i think its funny #my fic #I'm bad at tagging #if i missed anything let me know #Duke Thomas Weekend 2022

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rage-on-a-page · 2 years

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I Made a Cake Today

I remember the first time I tried to make one of my mother’s recipes. The dish is known as frijoles puercos (pork beans), a staple of my mom’s home state. I wanted to do something I thought would be simple and could satiate my craving for home. I remember buying all of the necessary ingredients after I got out of my afternoon political science classes, and I quickly got to work in my compact kitchen. “It will take about an hour or two,” my mother advised me over the phone. But as I worked diligently to replicate the savory and spicy flavors of the dish, I found myself entering an almost blissful trance. While cooking the chorizo or stirring the brimful pot of beans, all of the stresses of a college aged student seemed to melt away, if only for that moment. It’s hard to be stressed when the aroma of freshly cooked meats and cheeses perform a ballet around your nose. By the time I completed my delectable dish of desire, I had reached a level of tranquility that was foreign to me in my academically rigorous environment.

The beans were unfortunately not nearly as good as my mother’s, but that was okay, because I knew then that I would be trying it again. And from there my passion for cooking grew. I challenged myself at first to make the dishes from my family- tortillas, enchiladas, pozole, etc. My kitchen may well have become the newest Mexican restaurant on the corner of 53rd and Ellis. Once I had a solid grasp on family recipes, I began expanding my catalog and tried my hand at making desserts. I had always had a sweet tooth, so it felt natural to prepare food that I always found myself craving. Cakes, pies, cookies: you name it, I made it. Nothing comforted me quite the way cooking did. Soon I found myself rushing home after particularly challenging days just so I could make some food. Even if I wasn’t planning on eating it, I would simply offer it to the others who lived on my floor. To me, it was the process that mattered more than the finished product.

So yesterday, after I heard the news about how the United States, in its commitment to traverse time retroactively, overturned the ruling on Roe v. Wade, I found myself feeling the same way I did during those difficult college days: stressed. Just another day in the land of the free where a freedom was once more taken away. It was all I could do to keep from falling apart. I needed a distraction. I needed a therapeutic experience. I got home from work and looked around the kitchen- and there I saw 2 boxes of cake mix.

The vanilla one only had a small bag left, fit for a pastelito. So I got to work. It was a process I knew all too well; at this point, I could do it with my eyes closed. Halfway through, my mom got home and said “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist making the chocolate cake.” You can imagine her surprise when she saw the alabaster batter. Despite her disappointment, she proposed a deal to me: so long as I made fudge, she would make the chocolate cake, and then we could take it to my sister’s house for her to enjoy as well. It was a deal.

As we worked, neither of us said anything. We didn’t need to. It is truly remarkable the ability of a mother to sense the emotions of her child. Between us, the air of injustice stood sharply, however, all we could do was bake the cakes. By the end of the process, I didn’t feel as good as I would’ve liked, however I had an excuse to see my sister and surround myself with my loved ones. She too was deflated, as her sense of justice is just as strong as mine. So then, we did all that we could do. We ate the cakes. With each bite losing ourselves further in thought as to how the United States would come out of this one.

As I’m writing this, I myself remain uncertain of my country’s future.

#writing practice #cooking #cake #latino #latinx #hispanic #lgbtq #pride #pro choice #abortion #america #US

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So yesterday was fun. I didn’t sleep well the night before and I’m not sure why. I knew I had a busy day because the Happy Hour Even would probably be early afternoon so I wanted to wake up early to finish all my errands. I had Chu work on my bank-account-closure-notice that had to get notarized because I just physically could not bring myself to do it. I had the template and everything but...I was having a mental block or something. So while he was doing that I got ready and ate a good size breakfast because I knew I would be out for a bit.

The first stop was UPS to return my school books and to notarize that letter. However, on the way my stomach started bothering me and I don’t know if it was because I was rushing but I kept holding off taking my meds. Handled the UPS stop flawlessly then headed to the mall to get new skin care items. I wanted to buy new mascara after I got my face cream because I think mine are pretty old and they shouldn’t be used anymore. I asked the sales woman for help and told her to give me something AFFORDABLE. Her ass points me to a 30 dollar mascara tube!! I just grab a $6 one and head out. I’m severally directionally challenged so once I left the store, instead of walking to the correct exist my car was parked I went the complete opposite direction! I was damn near speed walking to make time to turn back around all while dodging sale associates at the the kiosks asking for my time. All of them were men and all of them opened with a compliment of my hair. Ugh.

The nail salon is right next door to the mall so I head there and have to wait 15 mins because I thought I was doing something by coming in Friday morning. Why aren’t these people at work? The nail tech I had was a messy bitch and kept telling me drama and gossip going on in the store while trying to snipe me away from the regular woman I go to. She was a hoot and I’ll probably use her again. My tummy ache turned into a full blown flare up and I had to take my meds.

I ran to Target afterward to pick up a bottle of wine and some floss. Now that I’m flossing regularly I’m noticing how quickly I’m going through a pack and how expensive it is. Why is floss so expensive?! I don’t drink anymore but when I did I just use to get the cheap bottles. Not Barefoot cheap, that stuff use to give me the runs all the time, but like a $10-$15 bottle. I didn’t want to come off as cheap to my new firm but I also didn’t want to spend hella either on a bunch of strangers and seem like a kiss ass. So I got the pretties bottle under $20. How would they know anyway?

I get there and of course they are f*cking wine experts!!! They sell it, host parties around it and have a whole celler full of it. They didn’t mention anything about the bottle I brought and served it to all the other guest with no issues. I should have went with the sweets, ugh.

But the party was really nice. All the ladies (and its a firm full of women!) were really nice and welcoming. I was the only black person there, but they had two other WOC. There was a woman who arrived at the same time I did and me and her kinda clicked. She was on her 2nd career and was a brand new lawyer. She told me her story, about how she didn’t even have a BA and passed her LSAT after two weeks of studying. Got into an “okay” school because she wasn’t trying to compete with the ivies and is making good money in law despite not having any prior experience. She mentioned how she pursued law to be seen, because people always overlooked her and now she’s living out-loud. I told her I was interested in going to law school at one time but gave up on the idea because I value my work/life balance. She said she makes her own hours and refuses to live like a workhorse. She said I had the look of a lawyer and she could tell I would go far and be successful. I smiled at the thought...maybe I’ll give law school a second glance.

I sat around, listening to them talk about all the weird things their clients say and how the other lawyers act. I kept thinking to myself, “Maybe it isn’t so hard.” They spoke often of attorneys who are never prepared or who quote Shakespeare during trial and all the other wacky things that happen in court. They are still making tons of money and they help their clients. I started to realize I was siking myself out. But we laughed, talked about true law shows we were watching and ate raw fruit. I became more relaxed about my first day coming up and how I can see myself with this group of people for a bit. I’m really glad I went.

I was incredibly tired before I arrived at the party. All that running around, my meds settling my stomach down and zero sleep the night before just hit me like a ton of bricks. I barely had time to eat a quick lunch and rest on the couch to Yugioh before I had to get up and get dressed. So after about 3 hours of the event I thanked everyone and headed home.

I peeled off my clothes, scrubbed my face real quick, put yugioh on and clocked out. I must have slept 12 hours yesterday. I did wake up a few times to pee and drink water but thats it. I didn’t even talk to Chu. Its 10am and my ass is still in bed.

I’m suppose to be going out tonight, which club, I don’t know yet. My house is dirty again and I need to make another big meal for the week to feed off of. Clothes need to be put away, I have to wash my sheets and I’m running low on food. Chu texted me this morning saying his flight was pushed back so instead of coming in the morning he’s coming in the evening...of course. I’m a little bummed by that because I thought I would spend the whole day with him, now I get a few hours before we have to sleep. Its also going to take him some time to get on the right schedule, so I have to give him space to adjust.

To be honest I don’t want to do any of my chores until Monday. Hell, I could even stretch it til Tuesday morning now. I will try to get a little of my long to-do-list done. But I won’t pressure myself.

#personal #dear diary #journal #new career #law school #so far my 30s are a blast #I gotta be an adult #adulting is hard #pbthoughts #I'm not editing this

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I Hate You

I Don’t Hate You

Accidentally Saying ‘I Hate You’ In An Argument

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI

Note : This was requested! Thank you for the idea bb! It was definitely a challenge to write! I really hope it's to your liking (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

ANd YeS, I know I said I'd stop doing Rindou, Ran and Sanzu but right when I said that, a flood of requests came in with their names on it! But I'll start writing for other characters soon!

ALSO SOMEONE RECENTLY STOLE MY WORK 🤧 Please help me by reporting them 🥲 their @/wnapelolaiss on wattpad.

I hope you enjoy! <33

R I N D O U

He’s independent, he said.

Then why'd he have to make you worry like this?

The drooping bags under his eyes followed with the uneven eating patterns say otherwise.

“Okay Rindou, I understand that but you need to eat-” You reasoned, standing in front of his office desk. Palms on the flat surface as you stared down at him.

“Y/N, I'm fine. Just let me finish my work” His reply jagged, fingers still typing on his keyboard. Eyes not faltering from his dimed screen.

“How about one meal? I'll make it right now for-” You proposed, hopping up and down excitedly. Trying to coax him into your love filled meal-

“Fuck Y/N! Leave me alone! I said I'm fine” His hands slammed down on his keyboard, the desk shifting at his sudden hostile movement.

The day had been stressful enough, with Ran pestering him all throughout his meeting. As well as the gruff pink haired man known as bonten’s number two nagging him about his duties and missions. It was just a blur, he wanted to come home, get the rest of his work done early and rest. That's it.

“Fuck why cant you just hop off my dick, such a pest” He grumbled under his breath, not anticipating for your ears to hear.

“I hate you” You muttered, clumping your hands into fists at your sides.

“Huh?” Rindou raised a brow.

‘Did he hear you right?’

Your eyes widened, realizing your own words. Hands swiftly covering your mouth as you stared at the shocked man in front of you.

“Rin- It slipped out, I'm so sorry” You spewed apology one after another as your hand reached across the table, trying to grasp his hands in yours. Only for them to be ripped away from you.

“Get the fuck out then” His finger pointed at the door, eyes not daring to meet yours, instead focused on the rigid carpet that aligned his office.

Tears fell past your eyes, without another word you turned around. Quickly pacing yourself out the door.

His heart ached, irises trailing your back as you left. He knew you and him both needed it, needed time. But he'd be lying if he said he worded it the right way.

He knows he messed up.

Hours had passed, stifling into your pillow as you allowed your tears to seep into the pillow comforter below you. Your body stiffened in its fetal position when you heard a loud knock on the door.

“Y/N can I come in?” The familiar voice muffled from the other side of the door. He patiently waited, listening to the slight shuffling inside the room, taking the long silence as a no. His eyes widened when the door swung open, your shriveled hair sprawled around with the blanket wrapped around your figure.

Glossy eyes staring up at him.

“I'm sorry, Y/N.” Rindou blurted, his words forcing themselves out. At that moment you were all he could think about. The globes of tears that sat still at the edge of your eyes, threatening to spill any minute, accompanied by the redness that bloodmed on the tip of your nose along with your undereyes.

“I know this is a crappy excuse but I was just stressed with work an-” His hands fiddled against each other, that bubbly feeling at the pit of his stomach registering as anxiousness. He felt like vomiting, it all felt too nauseating.

“I'm sorry too, Rindou!” You cried, your hands releasing the blanket to wipe your eyes from the fat droplets that rolled down your cheeks.

“I shouldn't have said those words to you” You weeped, slowly taking baby steps until you were up against Rindou’s chest.

It hadn't completely slipped his mind, those repeating words lingering in his head for hours as he slowly built up the courage to come straight to you and apologize wholeheartedly. That frightening sentence that senselessly left your mouth.

‘I hate you’

Followed with the string of questions his conscience chucked at him, ‘is this the end?’ ‘are we going to break up’ ‘does she really hate me now’. His heart was racing just from thinking back on it. Yet he was dumbfounded, he was astonished you didn't end it right on the spot.

“No Y/N, it's because of me you said that. It's on me baby” Rindou wrapped his arms around you, burying his head into your shoulder blade.

“I'm sorry” Rindou whispered, his uneven breath tickling your neck as he spoke. You stayed quiet, listening to all the words that spewed out of his mouth.

“Just please.. Don't hate me” Rindou continued.

“I love you too much.” His grip tightening around your shoulders, closing his eyes nuzzling into the warmth of your neck once he felt your arms finally wrap around him. Recuperating his sorrowful hug.

R A N

“You come back late everyday, covered in who knows blood!” You two had been going at it for hours, arguing left and right. Starting right when he stepped foot inside your shared home.

“Doll, stop right there, because I'd never let some low life spill my blood.” Ran sighed, he was starting to get aggravated. His legs were crossed on the couch, his chin resting on his palm as he boredly stared at you.

“Ran please, I'm just worried.” You responded, foot tapping impatiently on the wooden floor.

“Eh? What's there to worry about? Don't worry about such nonsense, it's useless” Ran scoffed, indeed it was irritating. Tiredly coming home from a day of viciously whacking people to the nagging of his significant other. What could he do to just get some peace and quiet, at the very least alone time.

“Ran are you being fucking serious right now?” You scowled down at him, crossing your arms over each other. He wasn't alone, you were beginning to feel heated. You didn't understand how he didn’t acknowledge what you were feeling right now.

You sat alone every night waiting, unsure if the male would even come back. Your heart pounded, it was like everything was in slow motion. Watching the clock slowly tick for hours, your legs bouncing up and down in anticipation.

“Yes I am Y/N”

He had stopped calling you by your pet names. That's when you knew he was finally being serious, just as you were.

“Please, can’t you stop once night time comes? I just want you home with me. Where I know you're safe.” You pleaded, sitting down on the coffee table in front of him.

“Well someone has to play breadwinner, what could your measly job’s paycheck pay in this house? you think the bills pay themselves?” Ran uttered, rolling his eyes when he thought you weren't looking, a tendency he had when he talked to his underlings.

But, you weren't his gang member.

It was a frequent habit, Ran would say something snarky under his breath if someone ever were to piss him off. But the moment the sentence left his mouth he knew it was wrong. Along with the tears that spilled out of your eyes once his orbs met yours.

“Fuck- Y/N, it slipp-” Ran barley got out his forsaken apology before you interrupted him.

“I hate you.” You mumbled, a stream of tears running down your face.

“What?” Ran was stunned by those words that left your mouth. He knew how you were with words, but he never expected it from you. Never in a million years would he have imagined this outcome.

“I'm sorry Ran.” You sobbed, dropping to your knees in front of the male. It happened again, his mouth hung open. He didn’t know what to do, he was frozen on the spot at your whimpering frame below him.

“I'm so sorry Ran, I- I don’t know why I said that.” You bawled, one hand desperately clutching the couch cushion while the other covered your face.

“No no, It's my fault love, I let my words get the best of me” Ran was slapped out of it when you clawed at the seat he sat on. Kneeling down beside you, he engulfed you in his arms. Pulling you until you sat on his lap.

“I promise I didn't mean it, I'll stay with you okay?” He smiled remorsefully, bringing his thumb up to your cheek, wiping the continuous tears that fleeted from your sockets.

He continued to whisper loving words into your ears, followed with repeating apologies for the rest of the night until you fell asleep in his arms.

S A N Z U

“When will it stop?” You were on your last straw, he was always on it. Eyes red from the drugs that were scattered across the dining room table.

“Mm maybe tomorrow?” Sanzu chuckled, he was in no mood to be all serious.

“Besides, I'm not addicted princess,” He added, kicking his legs up on the table. Rattling the dueled colors tablets all over the place, some even falling onto the floor.

“Haru, I just don't want to wake up to a lifeless body one day, okay?” You hissed, holding the bridge of your nose in frustration. It was the same thing every week, him joking about quitting. He never once followed through, proving your statement.

“Are you even listening? Pills can't take me out, sweetheart.” Sanzu grinned, using his propped up legs to lean back in his chair.

“Get over it, i'll stop when I say so '' He laughed bitterly, it was starting to kick in. The whirling feeling in his head, everything started to get fuzzy. Though it didn't affect his speech one bit, he was used to it. It felt so good.

“You never consider my feelings do you?” your fingers clenched the hem of your shirt. Liquid starting to brim your sockets, blurring your sight.

“I hate you” You bit your lip, it was sudden. You didn't even realize those words escaped your mouth.

“You hate me?” the clank of his leaned chair hit the floor tiles, his lanky figure standing up. Walking towards you until he hovered over you.

“No- fuck Haru, Im sorry” You apologized, you felt the pad of his finger brush against your cheekbone.

“I'm scared haru,” You cried into his white button up.

“I don't wanna lose you” Your arms wrapped around his waist, burying your tear stained face into the cloth.

“I'm sorry too princess, didn't know you were that scared.” Sanzu patted your head, fingers combing through your locks as you weep into him. He had seen you cry before, but not for him. His heart was aching, watching you break down in his arms.

“You won’t, I won't ever leave you” Sanzu soothed you.

“You're precious to me, I'd never leave my gem all alone” He reassured you, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. His blue eyes staring lovingly at you.

“Isn't that right?” He hummed, pressing light kisses on your temple.

“Yeah” You weakly mumbled, sniffing into your sleeve as he picked you up bridal style, heading over to the bedroom for a very much needed cuddle session.

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ladywaifuuwrites · 3 years

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Pillars reacting to their crush who’s small but strong

Request: male pillars reacting to a really strong female pillar whos like super short like 4′10-5′ and they crush on them.

Pairings: Male pillars x fem! reader

Synopsis: Their crush is a strong smol pillar ^_^

Warnings: manga spoiler

a/n: I smiled at your request since I’m small too. Like I’m 5′0. And I’m kinda scared to do face to face classes since the boys at my school will tease me for not getting taller. Hmph. SO HERE YA GO. You’re the first request! Have a nice day whoever u are!

And I am so sorry this is so long! ASJDAOFHHASK. I got carried away in some of those storylines. I hope this makes sense (wrote this when I was hungry).

This would be a headcanon I assume.

I’m sorry if It’s taking me long to answer requests but don’t worry I’ll write those! I’ll probably upload rules for future requests :)

Giyuu Tomioka

yo this guy is tall not kidding

Giyuu is head over heels for you. He’ll want to protect you since you’re the most precious things he’s ever laid eyes on

Sparkles in his eyes whenever he sees you✨

He doesn’t want to lose you so he’s butting in on all of your missions. You get annoyed and you think he’s looking down on you.

You two get into a fight and doesn’t fix it since Giyuu’s communication is bad. It ends up in you walking away.

Nighttime and demons are lurking around in the forest as you take a stroll to clear your mind. Then a demon launches on you but thanks to your quick reflexes you dodge.

It’s a strong demon, close enough to become one of the lower moons. But nothing you can’t handle.

Giyuu senses a demon nearby and he frantically searches for you. *sim dads reaction when the mother goes into labor lmaooooo*

Lights fill up an area of the forest from the techniques you use. In like 2 strikes the demon dies.

He finally finds you as the demon’s ashes blow away. Your hair is dramatically blowing too.

He’s just staring at you then hugs you “I’m sorry. I’m not underestimating you…I just want to protect you.”

Then all good. He’s amazed by how strong you are despite you’re short stature. You’re going to missions together and sometimes he just watches you finish off the demon. Just happy to see that satisfied smile you have when you kill a demon.

Muichiro Tokito

When he first met you at the pillar meeting, he muttered his thoughts, wondering how could someone be that small? You’re in the same age but you’re small.

Shinobu heard him since she was beside him and said “that’s rude to ask someone”. She’s lowkey offended.

Tengen retorts to Muichiro. “You’re small too…??”

Since it’s rude, he kept his mouth shut. You’re the same age as him when you entered the corps. He thinks you’ll grow up anyway.

Surprise surprise you grew up, 2 inches. But still small.

He gets nervous a bit around you since puberty did you good. Won’t admit it though.

Cue swordsmith village arc

He’s having trouble dealing with Gyokko. (I hate his face. It’s weird and ugly.)

Then minutes later, you show up out of nowhere, giving great damage to the demon.

“Are you okay?” you ask him with concern and you two fight off the fish demon.

He’s in awe because you actually took over the fight. Sure you have injuries but those are minor compared to his and you were very careful.

He’s injured so he couldn’t do much but you saved him and the civilians by defeating the demon. That’s when he realized how amazing you are and you earn his respect.

Days pass by and you two along with the other demon slayers are commended by Oyakata-sama.

He thanks you when the both of you are walking together. He’s very grateful for what you did and you two become closer afterwards.

“Ah young love.” Mitsuri sighs blissfully as she watches you two leave the headquarters.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro knows you’re small and he knows you’re strong. You’re one of his trainees along with Mitsuri, so you’ve known each other for a long time now.

You rose to the ranks of the pillars with Kyojuro’s guidance. And now you’re looked up to by the whole organization because of your excellent swordsmanship despite your small figure.

So you’re tasked to train 20 slayers ranked below Tsuchinoto. You take them to a clearing in the forest where training equipment are already placed. You train them by remembering what Kyojuro has taught you over the years. And you smile, seeing your past self in the struggling slayers.

You gave them a 10 minute break and after 10 minutes, you do a headcount to see if everyone is in your proximity.

“18,19…?????”

Oh no. A slayer is missing.

So you set off to find the missing one and there you found him.

Hanging upside down from the arms of a large demon. The boy is muttering apologies for straying faraway and is begging for you to save him upon seeing you.

You are annoyed at the fact that he has disobeyed your orders and is now at the hands of danger. But this was no time to be blaming someone for a boy’s life is at stake here.

You jump into the air and you take down the demon pretty easily with one strike of your sword. And you catch the falling boy bridal style with your annoyed face.

You put the boy down but suddenly a demon comes attacking you both. You kill it but more of it comes at you. They are easy to take down but it keeps coming, making you tired if you have to do this all night. It just won’t stop multiplying.

You think you’ve killed almost all of it but then the slayer screams “(L/N)-SAN!!!!!”. A monstrous looking demon bares its claws at you, but before you could react a flash of flames appears right in front of your eyes.

“Kyojuro…” You whisper in relief as he slays the final demon. The bright flames sparkle in your eyes as you’re once again amazed at the man.

Kyojuro looks at you and comes over. “You’re so amazing.” You manage to say.

He smiles and says. “No. You’re the amazing one.”. You always manage to face whatever challenge and it always ends up in you winning. Kyojuro knows how hard you proved others wrong by becoming a strong pillar.

Super proud of you cause you’re strong. He actually watched you battle those before jumping in to save you.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He doesn’t really care if you’re short or tall

The important things is that you’re useful to the organization

When someone teases you about your height, you end up feeling down and he’s there to beat that someone’s ass.

He doesn’t like to admit it but he’s a softie when it comes to you. You eventually break down his walls and now you can say you’re friends with the scary wind pillar.

You always tease him though and he’s always annoyed. But everyone thinks you’re both dumb since it’s very clear that you two like each other but you still deny it.

There’s this time where Sanemi is visibly struggling fighting demons as you watch him peacefully on a rooftop. He’s glaring at you and asks you “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”.

You just smile at him sweetly😊

Sanemi pretends his heart didn’t do a flip. But his heart stopped when he saw a demon behind you on the rooftop.

He was about to call your name when another blink and the demon’s head was cut off.

He was surprised since it all happened so fast. You go down to the ground, landing safely as you battle demons that the frozen Sanemi left.

It just took you 10 seconds to eliminate those demons and Sanemi’s mouth is left agape as he watched you.

You weren’t normally like this. So why the sudden surge of power?

“Sanemi hun. Close your mouth.” You say to him with a blank face, but before you could go past him, he gripped your wrist tightly and placed your small body in front of him.

He dragged you so easily lol.

He hugged you with your faced buried on his chest.

It was the comforting kind of silence. Sanemi was scared losing you to that demon but deep inside he knows that you’re strong.

Won’t admit that your moves are amazing.

Gyomei Himejima

This man is the strongest in the demon slayer corps and the tallest

Lmaoooo you would be like a mushroom beside him💀🍄

Gyomei actually gets out of tricky situations easily because he’s that strong

You’re a fairly new pillar who earned her spot 3 months ago. You two were assigned on a mission together. A gigantic demon appeared throughout the village that was between the regions you and the stone pillar were assigned in.

Gyomei knows your capabilities so he trusts you in doing a good job, but he can’t help but worry about you.

He doesn’t care if you’re small, he thinks that height isn’t the basis for an excellent demon slayer. But he’s still worried, so he looks for you. I don’t know how he looks but he looks.

Then he sees you fighting off demons very easily. A determined look is seen across your face. Gyomei feels he’s tearing up because he’s so proud of you. Proud boyfriend here somethin.

You were just a weak mizunoto years ago and now you’re a strong pillar who can fight with him side by side.

When you finish off the demons, you look to see Gyomei smiling at you. This were the fruits of the harsh trainings you went through, it made an excellent swordswoman.

Among the pillars, you stand beside Gyomei in rankings. So you’re powerful like wow. O_O

Obanai Iguro

He’s small but have you seen him fight? He’s a demon slayer with remarkable speed and you won’t know he’s attacking you because his moves slithers secretly like a snake.

You’ve always admired Obanai even you’re now both pillars. And that admiration bloomed into something more.

He’s a strong pillar despite his small stature and that’s what you aim for to be like.

You’re trying to show off your moves to him every time you’re in battle together, to show him what you can do. To which he’s just “meh”.

So you give up on trying to show off and just do it for the sake of the people you’re saving.

You really gave up on showing off, but you can’t help it cause your breathing forms are flashy. Obanai doesn’t show it but he loves that display of power you have when you’re fighting.

Poor man doesn’t realize he’s in love with you even though others point it out.

He’s having trouble dividing his attention on protecting the civilians or fighting the demons. Luckily you were near the area so you came to his aid.

You slay the demons with your sharp and precise movements in just a short amount of time.

He’s like 😲 but when you turn he’s back to 😐😷

He’s one of the guys who won’t admit that you’re amazing and won’t admit that he likes you. You force him to confess though.

Tengen Uzui

If Obanai doesn’t admit he likes you, this guy would shout that he likes you

Would openly flirt with you because why not? There’s nothing to be shy about.

Always takes the chance to compliment and flirt with you.

“You’re cute (y/n)” “Thanks” Tengen finds your height cute because the height difference is HUGE.

Another mushroom like moment💀🍄

He knows you’re strong so he likes to train with you. Always ends up letting you win because he just likes it when he’s pinned down by your smaller figure.

When a demon invasion came in your area,, you fight them off while Tengen is called for backup.

He slays the lesser demons easily and found you fighting a stronger demon while protecting some children behind your back.

He smirks and leans against a tree, arms folded while watching you fight off the demon.

You did it so easily making Tengen’s eyebrows rise.

Then you see him and ask him “what are you doing?”.

“watching you.” He finds you hot and sexy when you have that focused look in the middle of a battle. He won’t say it out loud because you might smack him in the face.

Super amazed at the fact that you’re stronger than the other pillars despite your small figure.(he thinks you’re stronger than him but dismisses that because pshhhhhh).

Will throw you over his shoulder at random times. Thinking that his antics will make you fall in love with him.

And it did…

#kny headcanons #kny #demon slayer #giyuu x reader #muichiro x reader #sanemi x reader #kyojuro x reader #obanai x reader #gyomei x reader #tengen x reader #uzui x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #iguro obanai x reader #gyomei himejima x reader #uzui tengen x reader #muichiro tokito x reader

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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Hello! Can i request a yandere bully! Bakugou, locking a darling in the locker? I may leave You there for a while, and comfort you when the reader is begging you to

Continuation of this one here! Thanks for requesting ^-^

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You couldn’t deny that the feeling wasn’t new.

Being roughly shoved into the barely big enough locker, you both felt scared and, at the same time, knew what to do. Braking your fall with your back, you kept your head forward so you wouldn’t hit it again, the mild concussion you had last time having been learn-experience enough. You had closed your eyes out of instinct when Bakugou gripped your shirt, but they snapped open immediately, trying to help you. However, Bakugou, too, had honed his skills, slamming the door close before you could squeeze your fingers in its way.

You’d rather have a broken finger than suffer this ordeal again if you were honest.

“No!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, knowing it was futile since no one else was around. Still, a part of you hoped that you might be able to intimidate Bakugou to think this over. “Shut. Up,” was his angry reply, his fist hammering into the locker door with every word. You had to fear he might actually break through the door by force, but it would have been in your favor.

It was so damn frustrating. You always thought you had done something to Bakugou, apologized over and over to him, so maybe he’d stop his bullying. But after finally talking to someone about it, you had decided that you wouldn’t engage with him anymore, and well... it just so happened you found comfort in the arms of the new student who finally treated you well as the only person ever since you came to UA. Everyone had always been too scared of Bakugou once he started targeting you. Of course, you couldn’t blame them either...

You and the new student started to hang out at any time, so you could avoid being targeted, and you spent some of the most wonderful hours by his side. The bullying did seem to stop now that a witness was always around, and you were so sure it was finally over, and you could move on. What could have caused Bakugou to explode the way he did? Not only did he punch your new boyfriend - and possibly broke his nose - no, he also carried you off without permission, bringing you to your most hated place on planet earth.

The annex had always been sparsely visited by students and teachers alike. There were just some clubrooms around, but since it was already late in the afternoon and a sunny day, most members were out in the fields or back in the dorms already. But strangely enough, even the weirdo Bakugou had a locker here; one big enough to fit a person in it.

“You can’t-- Ah, damnit, Bakugou! Stop locking me in this damn locker! It’s not funny anymore! What did I ever do to you?!”

Perhaps you were feeling especially feisty that day. You never had screamed at him like this, except if you were pleading for mercy. But ever since your boyfriend convinced you to see the guidance counselor, you had started to come out of your shell. Everything had been so good. Why was it coming back to bite you in the ass now?

Bakugou didn’t respond. No mocking comment, no snide remarks. Not even threats or insults belittling you, even as you started hammering your fists against the door. Out of experience, you knew someone would come. You were sure your boyfriend already contacted the teachers and people were searching for you, and latest when someone passed by, you could reach out and ask for help. But were you really going to fall back into old behavior and just sit it out? Wait for the time to pass and life to go on like before?

“... like you,” you suddenly heard from outside, a tiny voice compared to the usual boom and vibrato that Bakugou had. “What?!” you hissed, annoyed that once ‘his majesty’ decided to talk, he did it so you couldn’t understand. A long groan escaped him, furious and raging. “Just listen, you idiot! I said I like you!”

This time, the ‘What’ echoing in your head was left silent. Your mouth hung open as you stared at the blonde tuft of hair through the slits in the locker, Bakugou standing there with his back turned towards you. “... the fuck...” you finished your thought, accidentally saying it out loud and quickly realizing it, but it was already too late.

“What’s your problem,” Bakugou grumbled, annoyed, and part of you was glad not being able to see his face. You wouldn’t have known how to come to terms with him blushing or nervously fidgeting around like someone who just confessed usually would. “Just tell me what your fucking answer is.”

“No,” you replied instantly, without even a moment of hesitation. Perhaps it would have been a good idea to think it over before blurting it out but never. You could never imagine yourself at the side of your bully, the person who made your life a living hell. Someone who’d lock you in a locker to confess to you. What kind of joke was this?

“No?” he mumbled, suddenly turning around, you two staring eye to eye through the slits. “What do you mean ‘no’?!”

“Is this a joke?!” you barked back. “Tell me it’s a joke, ’cause there’s no way I could be together with you!”

Bakugou opened his mouth to say something, but instead, his eyes only grew redder, expression growing mad and furious, and you heard the unexpected crashing of fists against the metal, making you flinch back. The whole situation seemed so surreal, but it was very, very real. Standing up for yourself made you feel strong, but when uncomfortable silence befell you two, you started to overthink again.

“Bakugou...” you mumbled, placing your hand against the door. You were back to only seeing his hair, but you knew he was leaning forward, probably starring daggers into the ground. Maybe not everything was too late. Perhaps you could fix this, appeal to him one more time. “Just let me out, okay? You and I... that doesn’t work, but we can stop being children and scream at each other and just go our separate ways.”

You couldn’t think of a better way to talk to him. After all, you couldn’t understand what was going on inside of him at all. He had been bullying for god-knows-how-long, yet, he thought he liked you? Couldn’t he see the contradiction in his statement and actions? But this cruelty had to end at some point and now was as good as any. Going different ways would help him too, you were sure.

“Children?” he whispered, finally snapping upwards again to stare at you with a mocking expression. “Do you think my feelings aren’t real?”

Weirded out by his behavior, you only shook your head.

“I don’t think you know your position in this. There is no ‘no’ when I ask you if you like me.”

“Bakugou...”

“It’s that guy, isn’t it? He’s in the way, right? He’s been stealing you from me, taking up all your time that you should spend with me, isn’t he?”

“Bakugou, please, we’re never spending time together--”

“He’s making you say no because you’re guilty, am I right? I can take care of that, you know?”

“Wait!” you interrupted his speech, sudden panic rising inside of you. You were well aware of Bakugou’s strength, but attacking your boyfriend wouldn’t make any of you happy! “If you go, I’ll scream! They’ll find me, and I’ll tell them what you’re doing! That’s criminal! Aren’t you studying to be a hero?!”

Your appeals were met with a cocky grin, his eyes shining as if you just challenged him. “Who says I can’t be a hero and still beat the shit out of that bastard?”

“Everyone! Everyone will know what they did! I will tell them!”

“Try it,” he hissed before pushing away from the locker. You threw yourself against it, but the door must have jammed when he kept bashing into it. Slapping your palm and hammering your fists didn’t help as you had to watch him walk away after looking at you in this typical, belittling way he used, always looking down on you. “You can have some time to think about your answer while I’m taking care of some business. Remember what day it is?” Bakugou yelled back over his shoulder, and you could hear the smug grin on his lips.

“What day...? Friday?” Your eyes widened suddenly as you realized that there were no clubs on the weekend due to the new regulations for safety, and you began to panic and scream Bakugou’s name after him. If you’d just have to spend the night, that would be manageable, but with the strange mood he was in, you couldn’t bring yourself to trust him to come let you out anytime soon. A whole weekend inside the locker would kill you for sure, and tears rolled down your cheeks as his footsteps slowly faded.

What a monster.

How could you ever like him back?

What more would you have to endure because of him?

But truth be told, what else could you do but tell him you liked him? You just wanted to get out of the hell that was this locker. Save yourself from the embarrassment and torture.

"I like you! Bakugou, I like you!" you screamed.

But the footsteps didn't come running back.

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