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writtenbymoonflower · 6 months

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Mean Messages

Your family is mean to you and Remus is protective. blunt!remus x shy!reader, fem!reader, somewhat modern au

cw: mentions of toxic family/verbal abuse. A few swear words, self deprecating thoughts.

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He hadn’t meant to see the text, honestly. He was just borrowing your phone to look something up when the text had flashed across the screen.

At first he was confused, forgetting it wasn’t his phone he was holding, wondering if he had changed his parents name in his phone to a different honorific than usual and forgotten. Secondly, the content of the message confused him. It was aggressive, surprisingly cruel, and downright insulting.

Then his confusion morphed into upset, when he realized it was you who was receiving the text. It was somehow more offensive knowing that someone was talking to his girl like that. His heart flared and ached to know that his sensitive dove had to read things like this, especially when you cared so much what family thought and how all you wanted was for them to love you. He didn’t know how to respond.

Part of him wanted to answer the text himself and give your family member a piece of his mind. Another wanted to delete the message so you would never have to read such mean words. Most of all he wanted to tuck you into his chest and keep you away from all the bad things that could hurt you. He didn’t have time to settle on a response before you came back into the room.

“Hey Rem, can I see my phone? I think Marlene was going to send me something funny she saw.” You pressed a kiss to his fluffy, mousey brown hair before reaching for the device. Remus just handed the phone over, deciding it was best to just let you read the text so he could be there when it makes you sad. You held the phone, still smiling brightly as you pulled up your messages from Marlene. You giggled as you looked at the video she had sent. Then, he saw a few more taps of your fingers before your face fell.

“I think someone else messaged you too, I saw a text flash up while I was searching for that thing.” He could see the panic flash in your eyes at the thought that he had seen the text.

“Did you read it?” You asked nervously, looking down at your socked feet. Remus decided to just put you out of your misery and talk about it. You didn’t always let him into your mind as much as he would like, maybe he could start to change that by taking the lead.

“Yeah dovey, I did.” He gave you a sad smile, emotion swimming in his honey colored eyes.

“Oh…” You trailed off. You didn’t know what to think. A small part of you was happy, as much at it ashamed you. Happy that he had this peek into your pain that you didn’t have to go through actually telling him. That maybe he could fix it and you wouldn’t even have to ask. But mostly you were worried. Worried about him asking questions and aggravating recently scabbed wounds by talking about it. You also worried about his opinions on the sender. Sure, you had your own issues with your family, but it seemed like when other people found out what your family was like they said all these scary things. They would mention words like toxic, cruel, unhealthy, manipulative.

Sure, those words sounded right. It made sense in your brain. Part of you even felt relieved when other people took issue with your family, like they were affirming all the pain and tears shed over their words and actions.

But the little “what if?” in your brain told you that maybe your family was right. Maybe you’ve tricked yourself and everyone around you into thinking you’re good.

What if Remus read the message and agreed?

What if he is about to tell you that all the things your family says about you are true. That you’ll never be good enough, that you’re a disappointment to everyone around you. You’re a burden on everyone and-

“I can hear your mind going a mile a minute, sweet thing.” He was looking at you with all the tenderness in the world. Remus thought you looked like a kicked puppy, all sad and reserved. He was trying to keep calm but his anger was brewing. No one had the right to talk to his girl like that.

He beckoned you over to sit on the couch next to him “What made them say that to you?” He asked gently.

“I don’t even know anymore. We were just talking and then it turned.” You stared down at the phone in your hands, eyes scanning the text over and over again.

“Well, my opinion biased by you being my girlfriend,” He smiled at you, leaning down to meet your eye line. “But, I think that if they can’t get their feelings across without being horrible to you, then maybe you shouldn’t take their feelings to heart, yeah?” He continued to scan your face, looking for emotion.

“Maybe.” You acknowledged his sweetness a little, though only for his benefit. Either way, he seemed happy at that. “But they do love me, you know? At least they say they do. And they’ve known me my whole life. It’s at least true to them.”

“Maybe.” Remus forced out, barely even wanting to entertain the thought that the rude message had any basis in reality. “But maybe they don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about. Or it’s easier to blame their shit on you than to do the work themselves.” He said the whole response in an even tone but the bluntness caught you off guard. Your eyes widened in shock.

“Remus, it’s not that simple. They wouldn’t be so upset if I didn’t do something.” You tried to keep your voice from quivering, still doing everything in your power to not keep his gaze.

“Maybe you did do something. But who’s to say it was wrong? Really think to yourself. Dovey, when you think of nice people, people you want to be, is it them? Would you send a message like that to someone? Someone who just wants to show you love? Because I know that’s all you want. You’re always trying to appease them and do right by your family. But you can’t spend your life begging for love from people who don’t have any to give. You aren’t responsible for them not being able to love healthily.”

Something in his words made you start to break down. Your face scrunched up awfully and your throat was clogged with emotion. Remus wasted no time pulling you into his side.

“Just because they’re related to you doesn’t mean they get to treat you like that. Sometimes, when someone speaks to you like that, it says far more about them than it does about you. I think-” He paused, searching for the right words. “I think, from what you’ve told me, they have a lot of pain. And I think that they need a way to feel better, a way to feel big, and they don’t know how to without making someone feel worse. I’m sorry they’re taking it out on you, baby. You don’t deserve that.” He punctuated his point by pressing kisses all over the top of your head. You breathed out shakily.

“Thank you.” You whispered. If Remus wasn’t so close he might not have heard it.

“You don’t have to thank me, sweet girl.” He was being extra mushy with you today, you could tell. It was funny, his sweetness felt so foreign. Almost unsettling. Though in the time you’ve been dating you’ve grown used to his small signs of affection, Remus could tell that you hadn’t grown up with many kind people, so he went out of his norm to be as adoring as you deserved in his mind.

“You’re being very sweet considering how blunt you were a few seconds ago.” You chuckled wetly.

“It’s the duality of manhood, dovey. And besides, I’m only this sweet on people who deserve it.” He pulled your cheek to his curled up lips so he could cover more sweetness over the side of your face. You could both worry about the text later, he needed to chase out all the nasty thoughts first.

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futureman · 6 months

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you're a mean one, mr. miller

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: you and ellie decide the solution to joel's grinch-like approach to the holidays lies in finding him the perfect gift

warnings: jackson era, grumpy old man!joel, significant other!reader, fluff, mild angst, gift giving, christmas at the miller's, so many polaroids

word count: 3.8k

12 days of pedro masterlist - ty to @hellishjoel for organizing this project <3

The Miller household always gets a little tense around the holidays. When the days shorten and snow begins to fall, Joel throws himself into patrols and plans for winter-proofing Jackson, and it's all he'll talk about for months. It's obvious he does it on purpose.

Christmas is basically an unspoken no-no under his roof, and there might as well be a swear jar for the word if his reaction is any indication. He refuses to acknowledge it and only tolerates the day itself because he knows it makes you and Ellie happy.

You just wish it made him happy, too. You know it used to. Every year, Tommy regales stories about their Christmases in Austin as kids, and later with Sarah. Joel loved Christmas.

They used to visit the tree farm, pick the tallest, fullest tree they could fit in their living room, and decorate it the very same day. Their attic and even parts of their garage were home to lights and tinsel in every color you could think of, and ornaments Sarah brought home from art classes and the yearly holiday fair at school.

All of that changed after the outbreak. It wasn't just her passing that did it. It wasn't even the threat of death or worse lurking around every corner. It was time.

Joel just got used to life without it. After 22 years of missed holidays, he decided he didn't actually miss them at all. He couldn't afford to spare precious resources or energy on anything that wasn't necessary for survival. But that isn't the point of Christmas, is it?

You celebrate your loved ones and their joy. You celebrate life. Here in Jackson, he finally has all of that, but if Joel is anything, he's a stubborn man set in his ways. You can tell he's still resistant to the idea because he genuinely believes there are better uses for his time.

You can also tell he's afraid to let his guard down. You just haven't figured out a way to show him he doesn't have to be. No one's safety is guaranteed in the world you live in, but you're protected now. And that responsibility isn't solely on him anymore.

If you could give him anything for Christmas this year, it would be peace. One day, even just a few hours of tensionless shoulders and a wrinkle-free brow would be a gift for all of you. He deserves to enjoy something merry and cheerful again, just for the sake of it.

So, you ask the person who knows him best in the world for help.

"What do we think about getting Joel a Christmas gift this year?"

Ellie glances up from her guitar with the most incredulous look you've ever seen on her face.

"Depends. Do you have a death wish?" she jokes, draping her arm over her instrument so she's sitting more comfortably. She's settling in—you both know this is about to be a painful conversation.

"No, but—," you sigh, leaning against the door behind you. It's still chilled, even through your coat, from when you barged into the shed and interrupted her practice. "I don't know. He wouldn't make that big of a deal, would he? It doesn't have to be anything flashy, just something small. Something nice."

"So, you wanna get Joel something nice for a holiday he hates? That makes total sense," she says, rolling her eyes.

You don't appreciate the sarcasm, but you expected it. She knows as well as you do that Joel won't be thrilled by the gesture, if he even accepts it.

"El, come on. I could really use your help here," you try to appeal to the part of her that usually can't say no to you, and thankfully she's starting to cave. "If there's anyone who can come up with a present Joel will actually like, it's you."

She sighs. Her fingers drum an arrhythmic beat on the wood grain while she thinks, a habit she must've picked up from Joel.

"Look, Joel's not really a 'thing' kinda guy," she replies, and she's probably right. He's never been the kind of guy who has physical attachments. "When's the last time he actually gave a shit when something broke or got lost? Even his watch is broken."

"Yeah, but that's different. You know it's different," you counter softly. But you can see the point she's trying to make. "Okay, so we don't get him a 'thing'."

She nods, waiting for you to offer another idea, but you're even more stumped than you were when you got here.

"Maybe you can draw him something?" you grimace, grasping at straws now.

"His house is full of shit I've drawn," she deadpans. "Plus, I thought this was an us gift. That sounds like a 'me doing all the work' gift."

You let out a frustrated groan, and your head thunks dully against the door. You knew this wasn't going to be an easy task, but you thought it would at least be possible. Joel's a complicated man—it's one of the things you love most about him—but his wants and needs are surprisingly simple.

He loves a home-cooked meal, especially meat and potatoes. He enjoys cold beers with Tommy on the porch during the summer and walking Ellie through complicated picking patterns when she's stuck on a song. He likes relaxing on the couch and watching old Westerns or cheesy action movies, and craves your body, soft and pliant, under his after a frustrating day on patrol.

But you want this to mean more than any of that. A special something that goes beyond the norm to loosen some of the springs that keep him wound up tight and constantly in motion.

You glance around Ellie's space as your hope begins to dwindle, and the corkboard above her bed catches your eye. It's always been there, covered in doodled-on scrap paper and photos of her family and friends, and you're positive you've seen it hundreds of times since you've been in Jackson. But this time, it gives you an idea. The idea.

"That Polaroid camera you found in Eugene's basement—the one in the library. Does it work?"

Ellie's brows furrow at your sudden question. She clearly didn't expect it, but you're hoping she'll be on board once she finally catches on.

"Uhh, yeah, Cat and I were messing around with it the other day. Worked pretty well for us," she replies hesitantly, pointing at the entertainment console next to you. "It's next to the PlayStation."

Humming in response, you squat in front of the shelf to inspect it. It's in great condition, even better than you expected. Even the flash button lights up and whirs just like you remember.

Before she can protest, you whip around and snap an extremely candid, brightly lit photo of her. If the look on her face is the same one you just caught on film, then you're already off to a great start.

"Dude, what the fuck? What was that for?" she groans in annoyance, blinking the bright spots out of her vision.

"A scrapbook," you grin. "For Joel."

She's still glaring at you as she rubs her eyes, but she bites back whatever retort she was about to say. You watch her expectantly as she chews on the idea, relief blooming in your chest when she finally nods.

"I guess that could work," she says slowly, still thinking over the logistics in her head. But then she frowns. "When exactly did you plan on taking all those photos? Not to be a downer, but Christmas is in like, a week."

Damn, she's right again. It'll be hell in a handbasket to fill an entire scrapbook in that amount of time, and even if you manage it, it'll be a half-assed attempt at best.

No, if you're going to do this, then you're going to do it right. No rushed or slapstick presents for the man who already hates Christmas—Joel deserves better than that.

"What if we let Joel do his bah-humbug thing one last time? That's probably his idea of a perfect gift, anyway. Then next year, it'll be this," you hand her the fully-developed Polaroid.

It shows Ellie hugging the guitar Joel made for her, but there's no sign of the shocked annoyance that followed the camera flash. Instead, she's smiling. She has that rare, unguarded expression on her face, the one reserved only for people she trusts. It's a tender moment of peace, forever frozen in time.

She looks up at you, and you can see it in her eyes. She gets it, now.

"You do realize it's still a 'thing' present though, right?" she interjects playfully, and you have to resist the urge to grab the wood polishing cloth on the table next to you and swat her with it.

"Yeah, but it's a sappy thing. Admit it, Joel's a huge sap and you know it. You said it yourself, his house is basically a glorified fridge with your art magnetized to the walls."

She rolls her eyes again, but you can see the smile tugging at her lips. She knows it's true.

"So, you'll help me?" you ask, daring to hope that she'll agree.

"As long as you don't pull this shit again, I'll do whatever you want," she lifts the Polaroid, shooting you a dirty, but affectionate look before handing it back to you.

A grin breaks out across your face, and you bolt across the room to hug her awkwardly around the instrument still sitting in her lap. She places it down so she can wrap her arms around you properly.

Physical affection has never really been Ellie's thing but if you catch her at the right moment on the right day, you might get lucky. Today, you do.

"So, when do we get started?" she asks, pulling away.

"Right now," you reply, unable to contain your excitement. For the first time in over two decades, Joel Miller might actually have a merry Christmas, and that's something to celebrate.

"Now?" she gapes at you, looking over her shoulder longingly at her guitar as you drag her out of the shed. She barely has enough time to grab a coat before you're out in the cold with nothing but each other, a camera, and a plan.

"Now."

ONE YEAR LATER

Jackson in the spring is one of the most beautiful things you've ever seen, even among your memories of the world pre-outbreak. Snow remains on the mountain peaks in the distance, but the foliage below blooms with the promise of warmer weather. Somehow, you managed to capture it all—fresh flowers in the shop windows, friends and neighbors shedding their coats and congregating in the streets, and the post-winter excitement that spreads more and more with each sunny day.

You hid the stack of photographs in an empty jumbo box of tampons in the hall closet, positive they’d be safe from Joel’s prying eyes while you and Ellie continued your mission.

In the summer, two new foals were born, and Ellie and Maria spent almost every day at the stables to help out where they could. They even named them—Shimmer was Maria’s choice, and Ellie named the other Callus just to piss off Joel. Not only did it work, but it resulted in some of the cutest pictures of the season.

Joel and Tommy built a porch swing for Maria and their rambunctious toddler and spent countless balmy nights drinking Tommy's extra-strength whiskey and shooting the shit. They even broke out their guitars every so often and managed to bully Ellie into playing with them once or twice. You caught that on camera, too.

Slowly but surely, the memory box filled up, and the photos were transferred to a scrapbook you and Ellie made yourselves—with a little local help. One of the school teachers happened to be a former librarian with a bookbinding hobby, and graciously gave you a treasure trove of old, tattered books that were perfect for your project.

By autumn, everything was falling into place. Ellie adorned those pages with painted leaves in shades of red, orange, and yellow to complement the photos you took at the town’s annual Harvest Festival and Thanksgiving potluck. You hopped around from booth to booth, table to table, and thanked your lucky stars that Eugene was a hoarder and held onto every pack of film he found over the years.

Now, it's the night before Christmas and you have a single shot left. One last photo intended for the final page, but you can’t think of anything you haven’t already documented. Looking around Tommy’s living room, there are plenty of moments you’d love to capture, and yet none of them feel like the moment.

How the Grinch Stole Christmas plays in the background while you sit on their couch, curled into Joel’s side with Ellie’s head on your lap, but you’re barely paying attention, still lost in your thoughts. Joel isn’t paying attention, either—he was unsurprisingly averse to the movie to begin with—so when you don’t laugh along with everyone else at the Grinch’s antics, he immediately knows something’s up. He kisses your temple, careful not to jostle Ellie.

“What’s got you so in your head you’re not even laughin’ at Jim Carrey? I thought you loved this movie,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear. His familiar Southern twang somehow warms you up more than the fireplace crackling next to the television.

“I do. I think I’m just getting a little sleepy, is all,” you reply softly, sagging into him. “Winter dance prep sucked this week. It’s like everyone conveniently forgot they volunteered to help.”

He nods, mumbling an apology into your hair.

“Guess that makes sense. All that runnin’ around you’ve been doing with that camera of yours probably ain’t helpin’ either,” he says offhandedly, and your brows furrow in response.

It’s not the first time he’s mentioned your sudden interest in photography, but with his gift sitting less than 10 feet away under Tommy and Maria’s Christmas tree, it seems more than a little suspicious. You catch Ellie glancing up at you in your peripheral, and you meet her gaze as discreetly as you can.

“Yeah, maybe,” you laugh it off, hoping it doesn’t sound as tense to Joel’s ears as it does to yours.

“What are you doin’ with all of those photos anyway? I swear, you take ‘em and then they disappear into thin air,” he presses on, none the wiser.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you joke, shaking your head as if that’ll shake off all of his incoming questions. But it doesn’t work nearly as well as you hoped.

“Y’know, I was wonderin’ that myself,” Tommy interjects from the recliner to your right. “You’ve been takin’ photo after photo for almost a year, and I don’t think I’ve seen a single one.”

Maria scoffs next to him, coming to the rescue before you’re forced to come up with a believable explanation.

“Mind your own damn business,” she smacks him in the chest, then shoots you a sympathetic look.

You asked for her help not long after you and Ellie started planning Joel’s gift, so she knows how important this is. The last thing she’s going to do is let her husband’s need to stir the pot ruin it. But Tommy’s not the type of guy to give in that easily.

“I’m just sayin’, might be nice take a look at ‘em. You probably got some good ones of the kids in there, ‘specially from birthdays and holidays—,” he manages to get out before Ellie cuts him off.

“Can you guys have this conversation somewhere else? Some of us are actually trying to watch the movie,” she sits up from her spot on your lap to glare in his direction.

Then, Tommy abruptly stands like something just occurred to him and strides across the room to the mantle above the fireplace—right where you set the camera down earlier. Your heart leaps into your throat.

“Hold up. This thing’s still got one shot left, don’t it?” he asks excitedly, and you’re not sure how to shut him down without drawing too much attention to yourself or sounding mildly hysterical.

“Well, yeah, but—“

“Oh shit, s’got a timer and everythin’,” he continues, fiddling with its limited settings. He turns back towards the rest of the group and holds up the camera with a grin. “C’mon, everybody get together. We’re takin’ our first official Christmas card photo.”

“But, Tommy—,” you try again, but you’re drowned out by Joel’s sad attempt to leave the room.

“Look, I said I’d watch the movie, but I sure as hell didn’t agree to take a damn Christmas photo,” he grumbles, moving to stand, but you latch onto his flannel before he gets too far. He softens at your downtrodden expression and settles back in.

“Just to be clear, m’doin this for her, not for you,” he amends his previous statement gruffly, throwing an arm around your shoulder. You kiss his cheek gratefully, and Ellie pretends to gag as she shuffles to sit between your legs.

“Whatever you say, big brother. All you gotta do is sit there and look pretty. Think you can handle that?” Tommy teases him, making one final adjustment to the camera's placement. “Alright y’all, here we go.”

He sets the timer, then runs to the couch, squishing into the only available spot between Maria and an armrest. Everyone huddles together with varying levels of smiles and grimaces on their faces while you wait for the camera to go off. Except, it doesn't.

“Wait, how long did you set the timer for?” you peer around Maria to see Tommy looking genuinely dumbfounded.

“…Does it not just go 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, shoot?” he asks sheepishly.

"Oh my god, are you kidding me?" Ellie groans, leaning back against you, and the entire couch bursts out laughing.

And in that moment, the flash goes off.

Yeah, this is the one.

The photo in your hands feels like the culmination of every memory you made and preserved in the past year. Five faces—and one tiny sleeping one—look up at you, fully developed and as happy as you've ever seen them.

Tommy and Maria sit side by side with their son in her lap, their heads thrown back in laughter. Next to them, Ellie sits between your legs, mid-knee slap, as you cackle with your chin resting on top of her head.

And then there's Joel, grinning from ear to ear as he looks on at the family he's fought so hard to protect. The family that's safe and sound, and enjoying an ordinarily special day, just for the sake of it. You can only hope that a book full of photos and everything it represents will be enough to convince him once and for all that it's the truth.

As you slide the final Polaroid into place, Joel sidles up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

"What's all this?" he watches curiously as you close the book and swipe your hand lovingly across the cover. Then, you pick it up and turn in his embrace, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

"A gift," you reply carefully, hugging it to your chest.

You glance over to where Ellie's still sitting in the living room, but she shakes her head and offers you a small smile, her delicate way of telling you that you're on your own. You take a deep breath before continuing.

"It's a Christmas present from me and Ellie," you explain, hoping to convey even a fraction of what this means to you. "Look, we know this isn’t necessarily your favorite day, but...we still wanted to do something nice for you."

He nods, his expression frustratingly unreadable. But then he does something unexpected.

"Y'gonna keep huggin' it or are you gonna show it to me?" he drawls jokingly, and your brows shoot up in shock.

"You wanna see it?"

His face falls, and you immediately feel terrible at the brief wave of hurt that crosses his features. You didn't mean to sound so surprised, but you didn't anticipate this easy acceptance.

"'Course I do. The two of you spent a whole year workin' on this thing, why wouldn't I?"

That grin you know he loves lights up your entire face, and you turn to place his gift back on the counter. Flipping to the first page, you step aside and let him explore it for himself.

He takes in each moment of each season slowly, running his fingers across Ellie's doodles between photos and in the margins. Spring is framed by butterflies that you're somehow just realizing are painted in all of Sarah's favorite colors.

Ellie added so many painstaking details you'd never talked about. You're not even sure how she knew something like that, but you're grateful it's there. Joel notices it too, and reaches down to take your hand, gripping it tightly for the rest of the book.

He's silent as flips through summer and fall, and when he finally reaches winter, you feel him begin to tremble beside you.

The last page sits open in front of you, the photo from earlier flanked on either side by notes from you and Ellie. As he reads, then rereads them, you can see the cogs turning. He's starting to understand why you did this—and how something as simple as a photograph isn't just a look back on a life well-lived. It's a reminder to keep living.

“This is…,” his brows furrow as he tries to find the words to express the conflicting thoughts racing through his head.

“I—I’m sorry, I didn’t get you anything," is what he ultimately settles on, but when he looks up at you, his eyes are wet. You immediately drop his hand to cup his cheeks.

"You didn't need to. I have everything I've ever wanted right here," you tell him gently, brushing away the tears threatening to fall.

You glance over at the familiar faces in the living room, the same ones looking up at you from the page below, and he follows your gaze. The tension in his body begins to bleed away the longer he watches them, and you learn the wrinkle in his brow isn't actually the permanent fixture it always seemed to be.

He reaches up to cover one of your hands with his own, and you can feel his heart racing through his fingertips. In the back of your mind, you wonder if this is the moment it happens. If his heart grew three sizes bigger today, and if he's finally ready to give himself the gift of peace.

“Merry Christmas, Joel Miller," you whisper, kissing him deeply as the sweet voice of Cindy Lou Who brings the movie credits rolling in the distance to a close.

thanks for reading and happy holidays!

dividers by @saradika-graphics

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itsallyscorner · 1 year

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Coffee Talk | H.S

pairing: boyfriend!Harry x fem!reader

warnings: it’s supposed to be like a podcast episode so it’s a little long and has a lot of dialogue—just did some experimenting, lmk what you guys think :)

overview: Harry is a guest on your podcast.

a/n: Clearly, I’ve been listening/watching a lot of podcasts. I just like hearing people talk. Reader’s co-host, Mable, is inspired by Selena Gomez <3

Coffee Talk Ep. 96: (Y/n)‘s Boyfriend, Hobama, and Marriage

“Hello friends and welcome back to another episode of Coffee Talk! I’m your host, (Y/n), and I hope you are all doing well!” You waved at the camera doing your usual intro.

You did a drumroll with your hands on the table and continued, “Now, we have an exciting episode for you guys today. You have been asking—basically begging—for us to get this person on the pod and it’s finally happening today! So grab a blanket, get some snacks, and get comfortable, because this is gonna be a fun one!”

The video cuts to your co-host, Mable, who is sitting across from you on a loveseat.

“I feel like we should build the tension before we tell them who it is.” Mabel chimes in, stirring her Starbucks cup (whose label has been covered since you guys aren’t sponsored by Starbies).

“That was a really good segue for Roll Call, Mae.” You pointed out, calling her by her nickname.

“I gotchu, babe.” Mable assured you, throwing a wink in your direction. You laughed and adjusted your legs up on the couch you were on, “Right, so obviously, we have Mable across from me. How are ya, Mae? What’s the coffee order today?”

Mable smiled at you and crossed her legs, “Well since you asked so kindly. I’m doing very great this morning (y/n/n) and I have a caramel macchiato today.”

The video then cuts to Ryland who had a “bitch please” look on his face, “Mable’s only happy because she got laid last night.”

“RYLAND!” Mable screamed in shock, the video cutting to her reaction. The room erupted with laughter as she flipped him off and let empty threats stumble out of her lips at Ryland.

“YOU LITERALLY TEXTED IT IN THE GROUP CHAT!” Ryland stressed, leaning over the table to get closer to Mable. The video moved to you taking a long sip of your coffee while a familiar tattooed arm rested behind you on the couch.

“Clearly, the energy is through the roof today in the pod—we’ll probably get to Mable’s sex life in a bit.” You paused, smirking at your friend, “But back to roll call, we’ve got Ryland on cameras and sound. Ryland, how are you pookie?”

Ryland posed at the camera in front of him and waved wildly at it, “I’m doing swell stinkabutt.”

“What’s your coffee order today—actually Ryland doesn’t have coffee today, he has juice.” You explained to your listeners. Ryland held up his green juice, “Yeah, I’m on a juice cleanse everyone. Me and Sean are going to Aruba in a few weeks and I refuse to work out, so I’m drinking juice instead.”

“You look great Ry.” A voice off camera chimed in. The voice had a distinct accent that could only belong to a specific someone. Ryland smiled at the person, “Thanks Ha—wait I was just about to spoil who it was.” He immediately clasped his hand over his mouth with wide eyes.

“Y’know what, we’ve made you guys wait long enough.” You sighed before continuing, “Our guest is very special to me. He’s a recent Grammy winner, one of the biggest artists in the world, and he happens to be my boyfriend; please welcome to the pod mister Harry Styles!” You cheered, causing everyone in the room to clap. The video finally cut to Harry who was sat next you on a blush pink couch nursing a pastel yellow mug.

Harry adorable scrunched his nose and waved at you all bashfully, “Oh, stop it.”

“How does it feel to be on the pod, Harry?” You asked, turning your body towards him. Harry nodded and looked around the room, “I’m happy to be here, love, thanks f’having me. Also, I like what you’ve guys done to our shed, s’very comfy.”

“I totally forgot we were in your shed.” Ryland chuckled.

“Oh yeah, to everyone listening or watching, we’ve been filming this podcast in Harry and (Y/n)’s backyard.” Mable explained to the audience with a chuckle.

“It’s not a problem honestly, I’m glad you guys are getting some use out of it.” Harry assured you all as he glanced at the decorations around the room. There was an old school looking blush couch in the center of the room, which was across from a burnt mustard colored love seat. While the walls were painted a darker shade of matcha green with fairy lights strung along it.

Harry was seen glancing at the rug as he toed at it with his socked foot. “Where’d y’get the rug?” He asked you.

You peeked at said rug, “Your mom picked it out when she was helping me furniture shop here.” Harry’s mouth made an ‘o’ shape as he leaned back into the cushion, one of his legs crossed beneath him and the other hung off the couch.

“So Harold, what’s the coffee order today?” You motioned to his coffee. He proudly held the yellow mug up and smiled at the camera, “I’ve got my usual black coffee, courtesy of my lovely girlfriend.”

The camera panned to you hiding behind your Starbucks cup trying to hide your heated cheeks.

“And what do you have today, love?” Harry returned the question, naturally fitting into the conversation. You looked at the label on your cup, “I have my usual coffee order—H actually went out on a coffee run for me and Mable, so thank you bubs.” You answered, the corners of your mouth quirked up.

“They make me sick.” Ryland fake gagged.

“Aren’t you also in a relationship?” Mable narrowed her eyes at him. Ryland rolled his eyes at her, “Yeah, but they make me sick in a good way, like the wholesomeness is just too much.”

“What the fuck..”

Harry grinned at Ryland, “Y’gonna be fuckin’ puking by the time we’re done then.”

The camera cut to Mable smirking at you, “I find it so weird how you’re being so quiet.”

“Me?” You pointed at yourself amusingly. Harry glanced at you and visibly scooted closer to you. The sound of equipment being moved can be heard over the audio since Harry attempted to discreetly move his mic stand next to yours.

“Yes ma’am.” Mable nodded. You placed your cup on the round coffee table beside you.

“I don’t know why, but it just settled in that this is us, kind of like hard launching our relationship to the public.” You softly answered, hands fiddling with your (Harry’s) loose knitted sweater.

“But everyone knows you guys are together.” Ryland stated, confusion etched on his features. Harry rose his hand to answer. You giggled at him and nudged his arm, “You don’t need to raise your hand to speak, hun.”

“Sorry.” He shook his head.

“Don’t be.” You chuckled, allowing Harry to continue. “Everyone knows, but we haven’t been very public, y’know? We like keeping things between us. Like, this is the most public we’ve ever been.” He gestures to you guys sitting beside each other.

You chimed in jokingly, “Yeah, this is our first time sitting next to each other—like ever.”

Harry nodded along, “I’m shitting m’pants right now.” He stated, causing a few chuckles in the room.

“How much persuasion did it take for (Y/n) to get you on the pod?” Mable asked Harry, sipping her coffee. Harry’s brows furrowed as he stared at the ceiling.

“Not much. She asked and I was like—yeah, I’m down.” He answered, shrugging his shoulders for emphasis. You chuckled at him and added, “He’s forgetting the part when he admitted that he’s been waiting for me to ask him to guest star.”

“Have you really been waiting?” Ryland questioned your boyfriend. Harry’s brows raised as he exclaimed, “Yes! I bloody have! You guys literally had my sister on here before me!”

You all laughed at his slight frustration, “I swear it wasn’t on purpose!” The camera cuts to you and Harry, your hand squeezing his knee.

“Wait so did you guys meet through Harry’s sister?” Mable asked you both, she then was quick to add, “If you guys don’t mind me asking!”

You waved her off to assure her it was fine.

“We met through his stylist Harry Lambert.” You began before pointing to the camera, “Shout out to Lamby by the way!” Harry followed suit and instead waved at the camera with a lopsided grin.

“Anyway, Lamby and I know each other through work. We’re under the same company and we do similar things, etc. One day he invited me to come out to one of H’s shows, I didn’t have anything better to do, so I decided to go.”

“We met before the show though, remember?” Harry gently interjected, using his arm behind you to tap your shoulder. You nodded, “Yeah we did, I was fortunate enough to meet him before he went out on stage and we got on really well—“

You looked at Harry, “We probably spent about five minutes talking, right?”

“Yeh, it was pretty quick. I don’t know if you felt it at first, but like—Y’know that feeling when you kinda just know a person is gonna have some kind of impact on y’life?” Harry wondered aloud, hands waving around to try and get his point across. Mable and Ryland nodded, making sounds of agreement.

“It was like that and I thought about it the entire time I was on stage. After that everything seemed to fall into place and the rest was history.” Harry finished, smacking his hand on his leg. Ryland was the first to speak, “So after the concert did you try to always come up with an excuse to go to his shows or did you try to persuade Harry Lambert to invite (Y/n) more often?” Ryland pointed between the couple in front of him.

You and Harry stared at each other, his brow raised at you while your eyes squinted at his. Harry stuck his pointer finger out, “Well I got her number after, so I didn’t have to make any excuses for her to be at my shows. I’d invite her, she’d come and watch, then we would hang out after. Sometimes when we were in the same place, we would meet up too.”

“I’m assuming this went on for months?” Mable looked between you and Harry.

“Yeah, but the thing is, he was touring and I was working. So we had to be in different places all the time.” You clarified. Harry picked off where you left, “We managed to make it work though, I don’t think either of us were going to give up that easily.”

The video caught you and Harry gazing into each other’s eyes momentarily.

“Absolutely.” You agreed, scrunching your nose at him, similar to what he did earlier. Mable pouted at the two of you, “You guys are so cute.”

Harry quietly thanked her as he situated himself on the couch again. While Mable and Ryland gushed about how much you guys were “goals”, the famous singer got even more comfortable on the couch. He placed his mug down and leaned his body against your side, he softly took your arm and held it against his chest so you were holding him. He leaned the mic lower so it was closer to him and was mindful of where his feet was to avoid bumping his mug on the floor.

“I’m just curious, but what are like the weirdest rumors have you guys heard about yourselves?” Ryland asked, moving the conversation along.

“I don’t have any.” Mable shrugged.

“Maybe that guy last night can share some, should we call him?” You sang, jokingly pulling out your phone. Mable groaned and slapped her forehead with her palm, “I hate the both of you.”

“I’ve heard stuff about us, but I really think this rumor would be more fun to talk about.” You pondered. Harry shifted his head on your chest to look up at you, “Wha’ rumor?”

The corner of your lip turned into a smirk as you simply said, “Hobama.”

Harry suddenly threw his head back and bursted out laughing.

“Like President Obama?” Ryland screamed in shock, his brows raised to his forehead.

“I honestly don’t know how it started. It randomly popped up on the tabloids and followed me around for years—till this day, might I add!” Harry tried to clarify.

“I feel like it got even worse when Graham asked you about it.” You chuckled, fingers mindlessly playing with Harry’s brunette curls.

“What did Graham ask?” Mable leaned towards the couple.

“He asked if it was true that I had a sexual relationship or affair with Obama—I knew they were gonna ask me about it prior to the show being filmed. But at the time I was like fuck it and just went along w’it.” Harry started, “I didn’t know that it would become an actual thing.” He deadpanned, sending a look at the camera.

“Have there been any Hobama signs at any of your recent shows?” Ryland squinted his eyes at Harry.

“Not a one.” Harry paused, “But after this episode airs, I wouldn’t be surprised if I see a couple in the crowds.”

Mable crossed her arms, “Your shows are very interesting—in a good way—of course.”

“Thank you.” Harry grinned, “Yeh, we’ve got a lot of things going on. Every night it’s like a giant sleep over with a bunch of friends. We sing songs, we dance—“

“Trauma dumping!” Ryland interjected excitedly. Harry gestured to the man opposite him, “Right, we do therapy sessions.”

“Don’t forget the gender reveals, proposals, and helping them come out.” You continued to list, Harry nodding his head at every thing you said.

“Harry’s like a Swiss Army knife, he just does everything.” Mable joked. Ryland sighed and rested his chin in his palm, “You’re so talented.”

“You’re better at controlling cameras and all the sound equipment than me.” Harry acknowledged, raising a brow at him. Ryland snapped his finger at the Brit, “You’re so right, thank you, Harry.”

Harry placed his hand on his heart, “I gotcha man.” You then raised your hand, catching Harry’s attention, “Yes, m’love?”

“Can I just say how proud I am of you and like how insanely successful the tour has been?” You sat up, making Harry sit up as well. He remained close to you, wrapping his arm back around your shoulder. Though your statement made him pout at you, “Y’make my heart feel fuzzy.”

Mable and Ryland audibly awed at the both of you.

“No! Like seriously, it makes me so proud to see how much of a safe space your concert is to all you fans and anyone who steps foot into those shows.” You placed your hand on his tattooed arm and gave it a small squeeze. “I don’t think you realize how much of an impact you make on people’s lives, like we all appreciate you so much and I just wanted to remind you of that.” You shrugged, shrinking into your own shoulders.

“C’mere.” Harry said dragging out his words as he pulled you into a hug, this time he held you and your head was tucked into the crook of his neck. Instead of letting you go, Harry helped you get comfortable in his arms.

“While we’re at it, I just wanted to say how much fun I’m having right now. Thank you guys for having me” Harry gestured to Mable and Ryland across from him then turned to you, “And thank you to you for allowing me to be in your workspace and sharing it with me. You’ve always supported me throughout everything and now I finally get to support you and your craft, so thank you for trusting me to be here.”

Now it was your turn to pout, though there was a twinkle in you eye, “Thank you, H.” You hummed as Harry pecked your temple.

“I’m rooting so hard for you guys, you have no idea.” Mable said from her seat, the camera cut to Ryland who agreed.

“Yeh, I guess we like each other a lot.” Harry joked. You smiled softly at him.

“I don’t wanna intrude but is there a possible wedding in the future?” Ryland asked. It was silent between you and Harry, the both of you staring at each other before answering.

“I think so, I have some pretty high hopes.” You answered. Harry made a sound of agreement, “I think when everything calms down we’ll figure it out, but without a doubt it’s definitely in the cards.”

Harry let out a small chuckle and added, “Let me release the fourth album and then I’ll put a ring on it.”

The camera cut to you blushing with wide eyes, clearly taken off guard by your boyfriend’s comment. Mable and Ryland were quick to react, sending you teasing looks and screaming “oooo”.

The corner of Harry’s mouth lifted into a smirk, turning his head to look at you he asked, “How’s that sound?”

You scrunched your nose (adorably, Harry might add) and pretended to put some thought into it.

“Sounds like a plan, but on one condition.”

Harry’s brows raised as he waited for you to continue.

“You have to release Medicine.” You said, Harry caught on to your banter and feigned an annoyed sigh, “Babe, we’ve talked about this.”

“Fine, then can we get a puppy?”

“Of course we can, darling, we’ll have one by tomorrow morning.” Harry jested, sounding incredibly posh.

You turned to the camera apologetically and spoke directly to your boyfriend’s fans, “Sorry guys, I tried.”

Though in reality, you knew that Harry would release Medicine in a heartbeat if you asked him to.

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 9 months

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Yuri Briar - "The Afternoon Scuttlebutt"

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In which while standing by the break room water cooler, you spot a certain Second Lieutenant looking absolutely miserable and you call him over to cheer him up. Or; In which after Yuri Briar finds out about his sister being married for a year without informing him; he sulkily goes to work, only to be comforted by you.

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Work was something that was incredibly mundane for you, even of the place that employed you happened to be Ostania's SSS. You actually worked as a receptionist at the front desk but had just swapped out with the other receptionist that was organizing files in the backroom, with you now taking their place instead. But now, it feels like the right time for a break.

The break room is relatively empty when you enter it, which is no surprise, the many men and women employed by the state were very dedicated to their jobs and only seemed to take breaks when they've finished the majority of the work that was assigned to them that day.

Now standing by the water cooler and taking a swig from your cup; you look over the area to spot anyone to strike up a conversation with. You spot a certain Second Lieutenant who looked to be moping across the room. He was staring at a photo in his hand, likely on of his sister, with a miserable expression on his face.

You couldn't help but feel a bit concerned considering how cheerful the superior officer usually was. Especially if he was looking at a photo of his sister and looking like a kicked puppy. It made you wonder if the two of them got into a fight or something similar. So you decided to call out to him and hopefully cheer him up a bit.

"Hey, Second Lieutenant Briar, you look really gloomy today. Is everything alright?"

You asked him in a slightly raised voice to catch his attention, turning your body towards him.

The long haired man looked up from the photo and to you; solemn expression still glued to his face. He walked over to you with his shoulders slumped; heaving out a deep sigh once his feet stopped a short distance from your own.

"Hey [Name], good afternoon. To be honest I'm not doing so great.... It's— It's Yor; I think she hates me or something..."

Yuri muttered quietly, his sad demeanour making an uncomfortable contrast to the incredibly cheerful and enthusiastic man he was just yesterday.

No wonder he looked like he had just left a funeral. Maybe the two Briar siblings did get into an argument. It's incredibly unlikely, but considering what the garnet eyed man had just said it was certainly a possibility. The poor guy just looked so heart broken, it made your own heart clench painfully in your chest with sympathy.

"Yor couldn't hate you, Sir. She's your older sister, it's impossible for siblings to truly hate each other. Why in the world would you think that?"

You asked him in disbelief; your voice showing clearly how flabbergasted you were, yet it was still respectful as the man before was your superior.

Yuri looked down; his bangs shading his eyes but not completely obscuring them from view. To your surprise, you could see tears collecting on his lower lashes. It was hard for you to really grasp that this man was the same Second Lieutenant Briar that could pull information from a suspected spy in only five minutes. But the man was still human, he had thoughts and feelings of his own outside of work.

"Yor... she got married. She's been married– for a whole year –and she never told me anything! Does she not trust me enough to tell me something so important!?"

He cried quietly, his voice small and timid, quivering with each word that escaped his lips.

Your heart twisted painfully from behind your ribcage. The man you had known and looked up to for so many years was shedding tears in front of you. You couldn't help but want to embrace him and dry his tears; it was like an instinct from deep within your heart. Why in the world would his sister do such a thing? She held something that important from him for an entire year?

"Second Lieutenant– No –Yuri... Perhaps she was just worried that you wouldn't like her husband. You're very protective of her, you know. She may just love this husband of hers so much that she didn't want to see you disapprove of him."

You speak softly to him, raising a hand to his face and gently wiping away his tears with the pad of your thumb.

Glassy garnet hued eyes look up at you; dusted with hope. He doesn't bother to ask you to stop or remove your hands from his face; seemingly enjoying the feeling. The man even leaned into your hand as you gently pet his head in an attempt to comfort him.

"You really think so? No... You're probably right, she couldn't hate me, she wouldn't have answered the phone if she did, right?."

Yuri attempt to assure himself, his reassurances sounding more like a question as he subconsciously fiddles with a loch of his hair.

This man was honestly just too adorable. Right now, he could be compared to a young boy being reassured by an older brother or friend. He was so pure yet he could turn his personality on a dime, no question asked. Yuri Briar was an enigma; a concept that you couldn't ever hope to grasp but you would still try. Why give up on someone so inspirational such as him?

"Of course, Sir. Here, help yourself to some water. You may have only cried a little, but I won't let you become dehydrated on my watch."

You tell him softly, grabbing and filling another disposable paper cup and passing it into the blackette's awaiting hand.

Yuri cheeks pinken a bit as he takes the cup from your hand. He looks down at it with sparkling eyes; wondering just how someone other than his older sister could make him feel better so effectively. A small smile slowly worms it's way onto his face as he takes a sip from his cup. It's like his coworkers are a part of his family now... yeah... he likes the sound of that.

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kurosstuff · 16 days

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Here I am back with another request, anyway : "Headcanon"

Hazbin gals(all of them if you could, emily included) react to R that likes to follow then around. Reader was just on the couch and maybe Charlie or Lute or anyone had to go elsewhere and R just follows them, no particular reason just that R wants to be near them but not to the point of irritation.

I'm gonna make it for 5 of the ladies so it's not so insanely long BUT if you have any specific ladies you wish to see? You can request again! Hopefully these are good! Half of them I'm still learning to write for still-

Also! Sorry for not writing- it's summer and I've just been incredibly burnt out so been writing once in a while. Also. I didn't see the Emily part until after I wrote this- I'm sorry

Warning(s): slight angst in some parts but mostly fluff, all bur sera has drabbles

Hazbin ladies(charlie,vaggie,Lute, rosie and Sera) x reader: headcanons!

Charlie

By far the most excited about it- her lover(or friend) following her around? She 100% does it back! Like a lost little puppy she adores you by her side no matter what it is she's doing.

Just talking your ear off from the plans she has for the hotel. Future dates. Whatever comes to mind? She tells you excitedly just wanting to see your reaction. Her number one supporters option matters the most to her.

But because of that she gives surprises away.. to often.

"-then! After~ I'm taking you to that lovely bakery-" she went kn and on- walking as you trailed after her like usual. Smiling heartfully. She was doing it again- talking about the plans she had for your date tonight. From the beginjng of the day to now she was a bundle of joy- babbling about things you were sure your not supposed to know.

"-then I'll get on my knee and pull the box out-"

Your grin widen at that comment you heard. Humming you kept quiet no longer listening to safe the surpise. A proposal? Now that's something your more then happy to keep a secret from knowing

When she would babble you kept quiet. Not telling her the stuff you knew. No matter what it was. You knew how she was. How excitable shed get.

She did never find out she gave the proposal away

Vaggie

She's suspicious, as hell over, literally everyone. Outside and INSIDE the hotel. Understandably, so - given you both in hell. Doesn't matter if you're stronger than her. Or what you are

She will NOT. Allow you to wander off without you in her sight. No matter what. Especially since the hotel is a clear hot spot for danger. She'd actually lowkey ENCOURAGE you following her about. Inviting you places or if comes down to it? Following you.

Standing up Vaggie sighed cursing under her breath at yet another sexual comment Angel made. Scowling lowly turning glancing over at you- smiling in approval once you trailed behind her on instinct- which let to her ranting to you on what she encountered

"Do you wanna cuddle?" You spoke up leading her to your shared room watching her slowly relaxing.

Vaggie is a worrier. Even in her sights, she just looks around cautious everyone

To be honest- I think she'd prefer you following her around. Makes her "job" at being your protector so much more easier.

Worried about the what ifs. The when's. But she knows your strong- she's seen it. She just can't help but worry- after all. Your her lover. She can't help herself but worry.

Lute

We see her with Adam(assuming she's around him ALOT) she truly wouldn't be to bothered hanging out with ypu 24/7 cause she does love you and for her? Having you in her sights is better then assuming your fine and healthy

Of course it's not unhealthy - she trusts you'd take care of yourself. Trust that you're capable of saving yourself if it comes down to it. But it means a lot to see you wanting to be with her-

Lute adores it- she won't SAY it but she feels prideful when you wander beside her. Following her everywhere

"So.. where are we going~?" You hummed, snickering at her jolt, ignoring the glare she sent your way, grumbling loudly at you. You were just asleep an hour ago. Now here you are trailing after her as if you didn't just see her a while ago

"..training. come on if your up you can work out."

It's also not like she does the same thing either. Just instinctively trailing you- just anywhere either of you are? The other is certainly close by

Rosie

Honestly like most ladies in the list she may actually prefer it- after all her town is full of cannibals itching to dig into you. Literally-

Doesn't matter if your a lover or not. They'll be tempted or swayed in a way to try and take a bite. But if Rosie is around? They'd never attempt it. Never dare upset her.

Rosie also takes this chance to use this as a tea spilling time. Talk about the latest drama. The rumors- anything and everything the two of you share together no matter what it is.

A laugh escaped you both as you ate your share of the snacks she brought with "-oh darling I wish you saw it! Poor Alastor was covered in the flour~ he was so mad" Rosie laughed covering her mouth with her hand like usual grinning at you before smirking

"Oh~? Now I know that look~ the look of more tea~?"

Nodding, she hummed, sipping her tea before putting it down, "I heard.. from a certain soemone.. the king himself? Lucifer? Did it~ to win the..bet they had"

Sera

Now she's the only one so far on this list that will not let you follow her EVERYWHERE. she is a Seraphim. The highest level itself. The lord himself daughter(I think? May be wrong) so there's places she'd wish you could come but you just can't.

For yours and her safety.

She does not wanna be the next fallen. No matter how she adores you- she loves heaven- she can not commit a crime. Allow you in certain meetings witness things..

But she will allow it sometimes. Especially given her status it may be hard- to hang out with one another.

Sera never worries about your safety. Your in Heaven! The safest place(she has guards tailing you secretly worried about the impure influences that dome angels can have- adam)

Once in your shared home? Your free to follow hwr everywhere she is. It makes her happy seeing you constantly- makes what she's doing to ensure heavens saftey(dispite being not the purest option) so much more worth it.

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mysticmikalla · 8 months

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I don't know if you take any kind of requests but if you feel like it could you maybe write about how you think the bachelors would react to you asking them to marry you? 🥹

I am always honored to take requests!! Thank you for being my first, I hope I do it justice!

The Stardew Valley bachelors’ reactions to being proposed to

Harvey

Harvey did not know what to do with himself at first. Did he gently accept the deep blue, shiny pendant from your hands and hang it around his neck? Or should he pull you in for a kiss instead, breaking apart only so he could attempt to express how much he loved you? ... Or perhaps just a simple yes, with excited promises about the future? Or maybe all of the above, in that order?

He didn’t do any of those. Instead, he stepped closer to you until he was close enough to engulf you in a hug, a little tighter than normal, hiding a silent tear that he could not help but shed while softly murmuring his answer against your hair.

Shane

He would’ve never guessed that the farmer that took up that old farm would be lying in bed next to him, gazing up at him with such a look in your eyes that made him feel like he was the only person in the world who mattered. And as unfamiliar as that feeling was, Shane felt it. He mattered, and it you had just made it clear wasn't temporary. He did feel a little afraid, however, of what came after - the moving in together, the possibility of kids, of sickness and health, and he did not want to disappoint you. But that, he decided, was a worry for the future. So for now, he wasn’t going to let you down. He took your face in his hands and smashed your lips together, taking advantage of the fact that you were already in bed and barely clothed to show you how much he meant his yes.

Sam

He already knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. Sam just... took things one day at a time. He was never one to look too far into the future. So when he was playing with your fingers, absentmindedly while he went on one of his tangents instead of finishing a story he was telling you, you pulled the pendant out and set it on his lap, waiting to see how long it would take for him to notice it. And it look a while - so long that you couldn’t contain yourself, and nodding down to his lap, you said, “Sam, look.”

He stopped talking to follow your gaze, and resting on his lap was your promise to spend the rest of your life with him, if he'd have you. He stood up, pendant in hand, prompting you to do the same, “Is this…? Actually?!” Then he would pepper your face with kisses, “Do I even have to say it? Yes, yes, yes.”

Sebastian

He had never kissed you quite as passionately as he did then. When you were straddling him, a make out session well underway under the cover of the dim lights in his room, his hands on your back, under your shirt, and your hands tangled in his hair, out of breath… The feeling had consumed you then, and as good as kissing him felt, you pulled away for a moment, and as easy as if you had already said it, you murmured, “Marry me?”

Sebastian never thought he cared much for marriage, but he longed for this. To be your only one, to be the one someone finally chose. And that’s when he kissed you again. He nodded wordlessly, pulling your head back in to meet him again, intensely, deeper than before, as if he wanted you to taste his answer on his lips.

Elliot

At that point in your relationship, Elliot had already purchased the pendant. He had been sure of this for a while now, only waiting for the right time to ask you the most important and yet the easiest question of his life. He never imagined that you dreamed the same - as when he took you for your usual walks along the shores, admiring the golden glaze of the setting sun over the sand, you also had an item most precious in your pocket.

At first, when he looked at you, he thought it was a reflection of his own feelings in your eyes. And then his own fell to your hands, where they stretched out a beautiful blue pendant. Elliot never thought he’d be rendered speechless at a moment like this. All he could do was reach for his own pendant and place it on top of yours, and then finally he would say, “In any and all lifetimes, I’ll say yes.”

Alex

Because he was raised a certain way, Alex always expected he was going to be the one to propose. The excitement of buying a pendant and hiding it from you, the planning out a date that was romantic but not-so-romantic that you’d suspect it, the getting down on one knee and asking you to make him the luckiest man alive… It was corny, he knew, but that’s how he saw it happening.

And maybe you two were too alike, because you were the one to buy the pendant, the one who planned the date and the one who got down on one knee. He was genuinely shocked when he saw you, “Are you serious?” Was the first thing he managed to say before joining you on his knees to look you in the eye, “Are you actually… are you serious? I was going to… I mean, yes, but that was my line!”

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panoffrying · 7 days

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Little sozo headcanons that I never wrote down.

This one is actually for the ant race. Their Wings are very important to their culture. Ants typically shed their wings when they have mated.

“During the spring and the summer, most species of ants will produce reproductives. These are winged males and females that leave the colony to mate and find a location to begin a new colony. Usually, the males die after mating and the females disperse, shed their wings and attempt to start a new nest.”

My version of ants show off their wing scars almost as if it’s like a wedding ring. It’s to show they have met their one and they have made a family. The wings usually shed very easily after being mated.

Sozo shows off his shedding scars to show that he in fact did have a lover and a family. He doesn’t like covering his marks.

However Sometimes in the darker world ants will sometimes get their wings ripped out and the scarring from them getting ripped out is very different than the shedding scars. You can typically tell the difference (I might make a side by side comparison in the future and add it here)

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Ants may not look it but they are in fact very strong. One of the strongest races in cotl. Their bodies are meant to be tanks, with their outer shell and their pure hidden MUSCLES they were made to defend and protect their home. That being said Dr sozonius is very strong and if asked he could do all the heavy work around the cult.

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Imma pause this here sorry if it didn’t make sense but I wanted to get my thoughts out. Imma come back to this and make it better but for now enjoy!

If you like this so far please do check out my other sozonius headcanons here

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koolades-world · 1 year

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The moment the om cast realized they were in love with you (part two)

Satan

Satan was unsure how to approach this situation. He was sure something was wrong. Mc had not been acting like themself. He and his brother usually spent every waking moment they could with him, but lately, they had made themself scarce. There was a new lock on their door, and since they had gone through the trouble to install one, nobody had the heart to go in anyways.

It started in the middle of the week, what seems like randomly. Solomon came over, helped them install the lock, and then left which was odd in itself. Usually he took every moment he could with them to steal time from the brothers. Then, they requested to swap to online school, like Levi, for the next two months.

When Lucifer questioned this, they claimed that human shedding season has started. They said it was when skin cells start producing excess skin cells to produce a new layer, kind of like a shedding animal. In order to avoid embarrassment and a large mess, they figured it would be best to do school from their room. When asked why Solomon was fine, they said it was because after a certain age, this cycle ceases and Solomon was long past that age. To the brothers, it made sense at first. Solomon seemed to understand the situation with no question. However, Satan began to notice inaccuracies in their story and quickly picked it apart not even after two weeks.

He didn’t see this alleged shedded skin anywhere. If they were shredding, surely these little hits would scatter everywhere. If anything, it seemed cleaner than usual. He knew they were moving throughout the house after everyone has gone to their room but there was still no mess in sight. He also noticed Mc always seemed tired. They had said this process was not draining or painful. If anything, they should he getting more sleep. They also seemed to be getting a weird amount of deliveries. And finally, he was pretty sure humans didn’t have this “shedding season”. He knew Solomon pretty well and had read lots of books about humans leading up to the exchange program. Not anywhere did books mention this, not in their biology section nor in the habits section. He figured Lucifer knew too, but asking him was not an option.

He was worried about them. He had grown to really like Mc and was kind of upset by not being able to see them on a daily basis. Seeing them smile stirred fuzzy feelings within, something he had never felt before. He had read multiple books but was unable to find an answer.

He was unsure how to approach them and ask what was actually wrong. Thankfully, this opportunity came to him. Late one night, he got up to get some tea after finishing one book in his series, and planned to move onto the next. When he got to the kitchen, he was surprised Beel wasn’t there. But, there was a mess, not one that any of his brothers would leave. The counter was covered in a powdery white substance he thought was baby formula and a small baby bottle sat out on the counter. He immediately jumped to the worst case scenario: Mc was taking care of a baby.

As he went to press his ear up to their door before knocking, he noticed the door wasn’t fully closed. It was locked but it was never pushed into place. Now that the door was open, he heard the rustling of sheets and blankets, and a soft mewing. Not wanting to wait any longer, he pushed open the door. Inside, was Mc, cradling a small kitten and holding a baby bottle identical to the one on the counter. They froze, but the kitten continue wiggling.

"Satan! What a surprise to see you here." They nervously laughed, knowing there was no getting out of this situation.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He shut the door behind him and sat on Mc's bed next to them to look better at the kitten. Behind them was a small cat carrier with two more kittens within. They were asleep by the looks of it.

"I didn't want to bother anyone. I knew Lucifer would make me get rid of them, but I don't think I could. I found them on my way back from RAD. I felt awful and I needed to take them home with me. This is Becca" The one Mc was holding was a black and white kitten, and looked no older than a few weeks. She peered up at Satan with formula on her face, giving her a beard of sorts. Mc wiped her face with a tissue and gave her a kiss on the head.

"Let me help. You need rest. I'll help you keep them hidden from Lucifer and my brothers." He laid one of his hands over theirs.

"You're really sweet, you know that? You of all people would know how time consuming this would be yet it's the first thing you said after I explained. You're nicer than most humans." They scooted closer to him. They held the kitten up to his ear and he heard a gentle purring. A small smile spread across their face.

It was at this moment he realized he was in love with them. Seeing them be so affectionate with what he considered one of the most defenseless and adorable creatures ever warmed his heart. He had never experienced this before. Nobody but them was willing to let someone like himself get to close to them, and be vulnerable. As they began explaining everything to him and cuddled him close, he felt himself slipping further into love with them.

Asmo

Asmo's day was going absolutely horrific. It all started that morning when he ran out of his favorite clay face mask. He thought he had another container, but it was nowhere to be found. He was forced to move on without it. Next, his hair curler broke. It let out a strange hissing sound before letting out a small puff of black smoke. He decided it would be best not to put it near his hair in order not to risk his beautiful face. He could get over that though. It gave him another excuse to go shopping.

When he went to the fridge to search for his coconut water, it turned out Beel had eaten the container whole. He knew that was to be expected but he had put his name on it and everything. Once he arrived to RAD, there was a pop quiz in both potions and seductive speechcraft. He was decent at both of those subjects, thankfully, but he had been hoping for a less eventful day in class. Now, there he was, crying in the bathroom. His makeup was running all over his face which ruined what he had worked so hard on that morning. During lunch, he had gotten into a fight with a lower demon who insisted he wasn't pretty and had scratched him across his face. He was with Mc and Mammon at the time. He knew after he had stepped back, Mammon probably beat the shit out of that demon, but that didn't make it hurt any less. He hoped Mc was okay.

He gazed at himself in the mirror. His eyes were red and his hair was plastered against his forehead thanks to the tears and running makeup. All his hard work, gone. A still bleeding, very ugly, and very large scratch ran from directly under his left eye to his chin. He had left his bag behind when he ran off, and couldn't fix how he looked without it. He broke out into a new wave of tears after seeing himself again.

He could hear footsteps outside the bathroom stall door. A pair of familiar shoes peaked out. "Asmo? Are you in there? Please let me in." He heard the voice of Mc.

"I don't want you to come in. I'm hideous." He stood with his back to the mirror and facing the door.

"I brought your bag because I knew you would want to fix yourself up. If you let me in, I'll help you. I can help you with the scratch too." His heart warmed a little at the fact the Mc remembered him so well. For a moment, he forgot about everything to think about how happy he felt around Mc.

"Do you promise not to make fun of me?" He sniffled and put his hand on the door knob. Somehow, if it was just Mc seeing him like this, he didn’t mind as much.

"I promise. I would never say anything mean about you. I think you're the most beautiful being in the three realms." Their words comforted him. With that, he opened the door. Mc launched themself at him and held him close in a hug. His pink bag was over their shoulder along with their own. They shut the door behind them. As they cupped his face with their hands, he avoided eye contact. he couldn't bring himself to look them in the eyes. After all, he had just disappeared and had no clue how long Mc had been searching for them. For once, he was ashamed of himself.

"Look at me. You look just fine. No matter what, you will always look pretty to me. You're beautiful inside and outside. There wasn't a moment where you didn't support me, and now it's my turn to support you. Every time I woke up with a bad hair day or thought an outfit of mine was awful, you lifted me back up. You helped fix my hair, you told me my outfit was cute, and most importantly, you are my closest friend here. Mammon is taking that scum to Lucifer who'll give him what he deserves. You are gorgeous." Their words enveloped him as much as their hug. They wiped his tears off his face and smiled at him.

"Thank you." They set down their bag on the floor and began searching for the things Asmo would need within his. After directing him to sit down, they began cleaning up his face, makeup and cut. After clipping up his hair, they thought for a moment before moving on to heal his cut with magic. His whole body felt warm, not just thanks to the healing magic. He was so touched by their actions, all to make him feel better. They brushed a thumb over where the cut was and felt that it was totally gone. Before they could continue, he pulled them into another hug. He had never felt this way about anyone except himself before. He immediately recognized this feeling as love. He was unsure about how to feel about it, but he decided to shelf that feeling for a while to enjoy the fuzzy feelings and the moment.

Beel

Today was another normal day. Beel has just finished that day’s Fangol practice, which he always looked forward to. As much as he liked Fangol, he and Mc always went out to get food together afterwards. On his Thursday practices, they had art club, so they would leave school at the same time. Thursdays were his favorite. Beel has selected a restaurant specifically to Mc’s taste. After showering in the locker room and grabbing his bag, he went to look for you. He found you chatting with the cheerleaders, who also had practices on Thursdays. He enjoyed getting to see Mc making friends with people he knew so well.

“Mc, are you ready to leave?” He approached the small group.

“Beel! Of course, give me one moment to grab my things. Bye everyone, see you next week. Remember to watch the TV show, so worth it, trust me.” They said their goodbyes to their cheerleader friends, and turned around to see that Beel already has their bag. “Oh, thank you. You’re the best.”

“Let’s go.” He grabbed their hand with his free hand and they left together. The cheerleaders could be heard giggling behind them.

“So, what are we getting?” Mc swung their arms between them with their connected hands. This always made him giddy.

“I found a new place that serves human world food. The exchange program made it popular.” He hoped this would make them happy. He liked seeing them in a good mood.

"That sounds delicious. While that's pretty broad, I'm hoping I can get some sushi to bring back for Belphie!" He was glad Mc cared for his younger brother just as much as he did, enough to think about bringing food for him even though they didn't have to. Thankfully, the restaurant wasn't too busy and they were seated quickly. People recognized Beel, which probably sent the restaurant staff into a panic, but the people around them were mostly excited. People also seemed to recognize Mc, and people actually came up to say hi to the two of them. It made him happy to see other people appreciate Mc just has much as he did.

Thankfully, the restaurant had all of Mc's favorite human world cuisines and before the meal was over they ordered Belphie's sushi. They sat at the table together, waiting for the takeout. A lower demon approached the pair. Beel sensed something was off about them.

"So you're the exchange student everyone has been raving about. You're just as gorgeous in person. It's a pleasure to meet you Mc." They kissed their hand. Mc nervously looked at Beel.

"Do I know you?" They snatched their hand back.

"No, but I know you. We're in potions together." A look of realization swept over Mc, followed by horror.

"You're that freak pride demon I stopped Mammon from killing." This demon just stood there, smiling. Beel, who was typically not very good at reading situations, quickly realized what he needed to do.

"You should leave." He got up and cracked his knuckles. The demon took a step back. The demon looked at Mc from around Beel, so Beel personally grabbed him by his collar and kicked him out of the restaurant. Nobody wanted to question the avatar of gluttony, so everything resumed as it was before.

"Are you okay?" Beel knelt next to Mc rather than taking his own chair again.

"Yes. Thank you. They tried to corner me in an empty classroom but before they could corral me in, Mammon found us and almost killed them. I made Mammon promise not to kill him or tell Lucifer, since I thought maybe it would be a one off thing. I was wrong." They threw their arms around Beel's neck. He hugged them back after recovering from the initial surprise. "Thank you so much."

Beel felt himself grow less hungry, and more happy. Hearing their relief and joy made him feel oddly satiated. He couldn't remember the last time he felt like this. He didn't know how to convey this feeling thought words, but the best he could do was hug them back tightly, but not too tightly. Feeling their face pressed against his was more than enough for him.

Belphie

There was one thing Belphie knew for sure besides hating Lucifer; he hated bath time. Not in the toddler way, but bath time meant cleaning his tail. He always neglected to clean it on a regular basis, so he was usually dragged to the bathroom kicking and screaming by Beel and Asmo. One to clean his tail and one to make sure he didn't run away. He can and will escape and trail soapy water all over the house. He thought it was too much work to really scrub his tail and clean all the matted fur, but he also thought Asmo was too rough with it. He had just gotten done with a shower, and had avoided washing his tail yet again. He hadn't even shifted into his demon form.

"Belphie, are you in there?" He heard a knock on the door and the voice of Mc.

"Yes." He hurriedly put on some pants as Mc swung open the door.

"I came to check on you." They sat next to Belphie and took the towel from his hands to begin toweling dry his hair. He sighed happily and leaned into the touch. "I also came to ask if you washing your tail and horns. Diavolo's party is tomorrow and it's better to do it now than right before when everyone will need the bathroom."

"You're buttering me up, aren't you?" He narrowed his eyes but didn't make an attempt to move.

"Does that mean you didn't?" They moved his hair away from his eyes so they could look at him directly. He averted his gaze. "If you're not going to wash it, I am."

"Do it then." He flopped over on their lap.

"You know I can't lift you. Come with me before I call Beel or Mammon. You know they'll just throw you into the water." He groaned but got up and followed Mc out of the room. He dramatically sat on the edge of the tub as Mc began to fill it up. "What happens if someone summons you and your tail is a big, matted mess?"

"That won't happen. The only person that I would let summon me is you." He found the words slipping out. Mc didn't seem to know how to respond, so they just muttered a surprised thank you.

"You don't have to get fully undressed if you don't want to. I just need to wash your tail and horns." Despite this, he took his pants back off since he didn't have much on to begin with, shifting into his demon form. Like they had said, he really didn't have to, but something in him wanted the most skin on skin contact he could get with his beloved Mc. He noticed Mc's demeanor change. They wouldn't look him in the eye and catching their hand made him realize it was clammy. He thought it was cute that they were nervous, and decided to tease them. He noticed their eyes following the cow like spots the cover the majority of his right side, and promptly looked away once they noticed the trail leading into his boxers. While they were checking to make sure the water was warm and placing his tail into the water, he pulled him into his lap, looking at them eye to eye.

"You wanted to clean me right? So, get cleaning." He looked at Mc deviously, enjoying their reddening face. He placed a washcloth in their hand so they could scrub his horns. He just looked at them until they eventually began to move. They cleaned each ridge carefully, following the spiral pattern. He basked in the attention, watching them carefully.

It was very therapeutic. It was miserable when anyone else did it, but he liked it when Mc did it. His horns didn't get nearly as dirty as his tail did, but the amount of effort and detail they put into cleaning them was sweet. It made him happy, in a way. They had this cute concentrated face. Their hands and wrists brushed against his face occasionally, which made him feel some kind of way that he just couldn't place. He became hyper aware of everyone their skin made contact. Damn you, Mc. Why did you have to wear shorts? Their thighs were pressed against his. He tried really hard to convince himself he hated humans, and what he was feeling wasn't him falling in love, but this was the nail in the coffin. He was down bad. He placed his hands on their back and pulled them in closer. When they were finished cleaning his horns, the gaze exchanged was electric, charged with lots of unspoken emotions.

It got better when they went to wash his tail. They pressed their whole body against his to reach his tail since he poutly refused to let them go. They scrubbed it just enough to get the dirty free but gentle enough to keep the feeling pleasant. He liked getting to rest his head on top of theirs. He was definitely in love with them. Maybe he would have to get out in his demon form more.

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trigunsbbygirl · 11 months

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Human Things that Confuse Knives Part 2

Made a second one since I had more ideas lol

content warnings: teeth, use bomb in an analogy, mention bruises. this one gets more into the body/anatomy idk what all people are comfy with so just in case

•Knives already thinks dreams are kinda weird, but those surreal ones and the utterly weird ones that just make no sense or seemed so real you wonder if it actually happened? he wants to know what's going on in your brain. Knives will listen to you as you recount your dream, he won't say much or make any facial reactions, but part of him is kinda amazed that your can brain come up with the weirdest, coolest and/or creepiest things ever.

•the concept of having baby teeth and adult teeth weirds Knives out. when Knives learns that you do lose your teeth as a kid he's staring at you like you've just grown a second head. don't tell him that you have wisdom teeth that usually need to be taken out via surgery as a teenager. (Vash is kinda grossed out by it. found out when a kid he was playing with ran up to him and was like 'look! my tooth fell out!:D' he panicked, thinking they got hurt, but it's replaced with horror, disbelief, slight disgust and concern when he finds out every human looses a set of teeth. he hates it a little. has no idea what to do when a kid tells him that a tooth fell out. help him)

•also. imagine Knives surprise when he learns about the appendix. you had been talking with a friend when you mentioned appendicitis and that you had to have surgery. it peaked his interest and when you're done talking, Knives asks about it. he stares at you in uncertainty and disbelief the further you explain. what do you mean there's a small pouch in your stomach that serves little to no function that can essentially become a bomb? Knives doesn't actually believe you until he looks it up. he wonders how humans have survived with bodies like that.

•same wonder when it comes to you having to take vitamins and other supplements because sometimes a body won't produce enough of something or too much.

•the fact the humans shed/lose hair. Knives knows that, but it kinda grosses him out a bit. he hates seeing your hair strands, makes you clean them up. (I hc that the twins just have little to no body hair and they don't actually lose hair strands.)

•double jointed people also weirds Knives out. what do you mean you can twist or bend a joint further than normal? it doesn't exactly creep or gross him out, but he doesn't like it. he'll never admit that, but he won't look/talk to you for a bit after you show off that flexibility.

•Knives is fascinated by the way your skin can change colors. (don't mention that he can turn a lovely shade of red, he gets all huffy.) but, anyways, he loves examining your face, watching as your face gets darker with certain things he does. (also likes seeing your facial expressions. humans are so expressive..) he also likes seeing your bruises and watching as the bruise changes colors over time as it heals. you joked one day that you could give him a bruise of his own that he can watch. he didn't like the joke (he prefers to give you (consensual) bruises.)

•now let's get into reverse Isekai for a bit.

•Knives does not fucking understand social media lmao. why the hell do you have to tell people you've never met what you did or thought that day and why are so many people interested? why do people do stupid things for views??

•he hates online discourse and always tunes you out when you try to talk about something that happened online. he doesn't care and thinks it's stupid.

•do NOT let him find out about stan culture or chronically online people. he's gonna lose any faith he had in humanity again. I wouldn't worry about that too much though. he has zero online presence, never uses social media outside of YouTube and even then he only uses it to watch documentaries or how to videos.

•memes confuse him a lot, especially how fast they come and go. you don't even know how to explain them to him. "why is this picture of a man just standing so funny?" "it just is? I don't know either." how do you even explain memes and internet culture to someone who's never been on the internet lol

•Knives thinks you're really weird if you've got a skewed sense of humor where something dramatically falling over makes you laugh(thinking of that waffle video.) he watches those types of videos with a straight face and when the video ends he just stares at you, wondering if you seriously think that's funny.

•he hates those youtube poop and deepfried videos. not only does he find them stupid and doesn't understand them, but they just bother his ears.

•bonus: Vash thinks the circadian rythym is pretty neat and that some people just know when to wake up. it took Vash a while to develop one, or at least, something like that since he doesn't technically need sleep. it'll never quite be the same though since he doesn't exactly get tired like humans do. it took decades for that type of tiredness to become present, but even still, he doesn't need it to survive.

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bwabys-scenarios · 11 months

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Fixer Upper

Part 7

Perv!Kurapika x Reader

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It was Wednesday, and (Name) was busy in the kitchen. As per usual, when she was nervous, she bakes until she passed out.

And she had a good reason to be nervous.

Illumi was due to arrive at some point in the day, the fact she didn’t know when only causing her anxiety to spike. She’d asked the kids to spend the day out in the small patch of woods a few miles away, but worried that wouldn’t be far enough.

“(Name), that’s the fourth cake you’ve baked today. Is something the matter?”

Kurapika stood behind her, peeking over her shoulder to the cake she was currently frosting. The girl clutched the bag of icing just tight enough for it to squirt all over the cake.

“Shit!”

She moved past the blonde and grabbed a kitchen knife to smooth out the icing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He looked at the cake closer. It was red velvet with a buttercream frosting.

“No, it’s fine. I wasn’t going for any complex design anyways.”

Kurapika watched as she expertly smoothed out the icing in one quick motion. It was always fascinating to watch her work, her skill evident in the way she completed her baked good quickly and efficiently.

A buzzing sound was heard from her pocket. A bit too fast for him not to notice, she pulled her phone out and scanned the screen, her eyes widening.

She placed the dirtied knife into the sink before pulling off her apron.

(Name) pulled out her phone and quickly called Killua.

“(Name)? Did something happen?”

“No, no. I just wanted to know when you’d be home.”

“I don’t know, maybe in an hour? Gon found a snake’s shedded skin so we’re trying to find it.”

(Name) grimaced at the mention of them touching something so gross, but didn’t react.

“I see. Well, if you happen to come home earlier can you stop by the store and pick up some eggs? I’ve seemed to have run out.”

“Yeah sure. Gon wanted popsicles anyway.”

(Name) hung up before letting out a relieved sigh.

“What’s got you so worked up?”

Kurapika leaned against the counter, watching her with a mix of concern and amusement.

“Well… we’ll be having a guest over. Not for long though, I hope.”

She had whispered the last part, but he heard it nonetheless.

“Is our guest unpleasant or something?”

“Kind of? He’ll be here in 30 minutes.”

‘He?’

Kurapika scowled. Was some man showing up to bother (Name)? It irritated him to think about. “I see. Tell me when he gets here and I’ll greet him with you.”

“Oh um, actually…”

She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. “We’re actually going to be talking in private, outside. Sorry, Kurapika.”

The blonde bit his lip. She usually always accepted his offers to accompany her places, especially when she had to meet with someone that made her uncomfortable.

“…”

He gave her a forced smile. “I see. I’ll be in my room, then. I have some calls to make regarding the scarlet eyes.”

Kurapika brushed past her and left for his room.

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30 minutes later and there was a knock at the front door. (Name) threw her apron on a nearby chair and hurried out the front door.

Unbeknownst to her, Kurapika snuck into the living room to watch the meeting through the window.

“(Name), I see you’ve been busy baking.”

She gave him a curious look. “How did you know?”

“There’s frosting in your hair.”

The girl swiped at her hair quickly and flung the frosting to the ground. ‘God that’s embarrassing.’

Illumi didn’t seem to care, though. He only watched her with those big dark eyes.

“I have what you wanted.”

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a large brown parcel wrapped in a pink bow. To an unknowing onlooker, it would look like he was presenting her with a gift.

And that’s what Kurapika automatically assumed.

‘Why is Illumi here, and wait… why is he giving her a gift!?’

(Name) took the package, her face beaming. “Thank you so much, Illumi! I owe you one.”

“Of course you do, that was our arrangement.”

Ah, she’d forgotten how literally he took everything.

“Yeah… so speaking of that, what exactly do you want in return for this?”

Kurapika’s grip on the curtain tightened when he saw the look on Illumi’s face while he peered down at her. He couldn’t hear anything they were saying, and it was driving him crazy.

“It simple really. I would like to go on a date with you.”

Time froze, and so did (Name). She felt her mouth drop open and her cheeks grow warm.

“Can you repeat that?”

Illumi frowned. “I said I would like to go on a date with you.”

(Name) stared at him, looking for any signs that he might be joking. But Illumi wasn’t the joking type.

“When?”

The dark haired man shrugged. “I’m not sure. I’m not in town often, so I’ll just text you when I am.”

She pouted. Again, he was inconveniencing her with his inconsistent schedule.

“Alright, but you have to give me at least a days notice.”

“But of course.”

He smiled down at her, meaning to seem charming but only unnerving the shorter woman.

“I have to go. I look forward to our date, (Name).”

And with that, he was gone. (Name) would never get used to how fast Killua and him could move. She turned on her heels and opened the front door, running up to her room to hide the parcel. She’d open it later that night when everyone else was asleep.

As she walked back downstairs, (Name) spotted Kurapika lingering at the bottom of the stairs. He was holding something behind his back, his eyes trained on the ground.

“(Name).”

She gave him a questioning look. “… yes?”

He shoved something soft into her face, not looking at her. “Here.”

(Name) took a moment to process what it was before she smiled. “This is the plush you won at the carnival last week!”

He nodded. “Yes, and I want you to have it.”

“Why?”

His cheeks began to turn pink, but he was able to keep his voice calm.

“I just think it suits you better.”

He didn’t want to admit he’d been meaning to give it to her since their trip to the carnival, backing down every chance he got because he was too nervous.

But it seemed jealousy helped him conquer his fear.

(Name) took the plush with a giggle, holding it to her chest. “Aww, that’s so sweet of you, thank you Kurapika!”

(Name) stood on her tippy toes and planted a quick kiss on his cheek before returning to the kitchen to start on dinner.

Kurapika felt his entire body go hot, unable to move a single inch.

He cursed his sensitive body when he noticed himself grow hard just from a kiss on the cheek.

Kurapika rushed into his bedroom to take care of himself quickly.

————————

Kurapika seemed in a daze for the rest of the day, barely able to concentrate on his dinner. The cheek he’d been kissed on was still sensitive.

He’d never had such a reaction to her touch before. Even within the past week when he’d masturbated to the feeling of his face in her breasts, he hadn’t felt as good as he did when he came to the lingering sensation of her lips.

He wanted another kiss, one that he could taste this time.

KIllua watched as Kurapika sighed when (Name) left the next morning.

“What’s gotten into you?”

The blonde didn’t even look up at the white haired boy standing next to him. His eyes were trained on the book he’d swiped from (Name)’s picnic basket.

The book itself wasn’t enough to get him going, so he was able to read it without popping a boner in the living room.

“Nothing. Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been sighing all day. It’s getting annoying.”

Had he been sighing all day? He hadn’t noticed, Kurapika had been too busy thinking about (Name) and how cute she looked when she held the plush close to her. He could get used to that pretty smile she had when he gave her gifts.

“Hmm.”

Kurapika turned his attention back to his book.

“Isn’t that (Name)’s?”

Kurapika slammed the book shut. “… yes.”

Killua didn’t question him, only looking him up and down suspiciously.

(Name) returned a little later with groceries and Leorio, who she’d picked up after an exam.

“Guys, come here. I have a question I need to ask!”

The four boys gathered in the living room, (Name) standing in front of the TV.

“So, there’s a movie I want to go see Saturday. I was going to ask you about this tomorrow, but I figured now would be better!”

She pulled out a mini movie poster, with the title ‘Barbie Movie’ printed on the front.

“I want to go see the Barbie Movie with you all!”

They all exchanged looks, some confused, some intrigued.

“The Barbie Movie? That’s what you’ve been so excited about?”

(Name) frowned. “Killua how many times have I told you to not listen in on my phone calls?”

“Is it really listening in if you’re squealing about it so loud I can’t sleep?”

“… anyways, I’m buying tickets tomorrow, so if you want to go, I need to know before then!”

Kurapika tilted his head. “Barbie Movie? What is it about?”

(Name) smiled excitedly. “It’s about Barbie!”

“… what’s Barbie?”

The living room went quiet, Killua the first to speak. “Oh come on, I know you don’t know much about pop culture, but everyone’s knows what Barbie is.”

Kurapika frowned. “Well I don’t.”

Leorio took over the explanation. “Barbies are a line of dolls for children. They’re usually used for dress up.”

(Name) nodded. “That’s the gist! I’ve always loved the original animated Barbie movies, so I’m super excited to see the new one!”

The girl beamed at the group.

“Wouldn’t a movie about a toy for children be for… children? Why do you want to see it?”

(Name) paused, her excitement dying down. Oh no, he hadn’t meant for that to happen. Kurapika hated how her face fell at his words.

“Well… it’s just nostalgic for me, I guess. Reminds me of the days me and my brothers would play Barbies together. Before…”

She didn’t finish her sentence, wiping the frown off her face. “Anyways, if you want to come, you’ll need to wear something pink!”

“Pink?” they all asked in unison. None of them necessarily had a problem wearing pink, but a few of them had no pink items to wear.

“Yes! It’s part of the experience. I’ll be wearing pink too, of course! I bought a new dress just for the movie!”

With that, she left the four alone to put up the groceries.

“… do any of you have anything pink?” Killua asked.

“No.”

“Not anything suitable to be worn in public.”

“I wear the same outfit everyday.”

Killua sighed. “Looks like I’m the only one with any fashion sense. You three need to go shopping tomorrow.”

Kurapika sighed. “I can’t, I have several business meetings I have to attend to. They call at such inconvenient times…”

Killua glanced at Leorio. “I’ll get something, don’t worry about me.”

Kurapika and Gon were the only two Killua would have to worry about. Kurapika seemed like he would be way too busy to get himself a new pink clothing item, and Gon barely ever wore anything but the outfit he did everyday.

‘This isn’t going to be easy.’

———————

Killua and Leorio set out into town early the next morning, determined to look their best for (Name).

Killua already had his own pink accessories and clothing, so he’d be shopping for Gon today.

The two split off in the middle of town, Leorio heading to a men’s department store and Killua walking towards a kids clothing store.

It didn’t take him long to realize that there were little options that Gon would actually wear, and none of them pink. He went to three stores before giving up and buying himself some ice cream.

As Killua struggled to find anything suitable for Gon, (Name) had a predicament of her own.

Kurapika had just finished his second business call of the day, leaning against his bed with a huff. It was exhausting talking to people that he didn’t even like, especially when he could be hanging out around (Name).

“Kurapika?”

‘Speak of the devil…’

Kurapika stood up and opened his bedroom door to let his shorter friend in. “Hey, sorry but I was eavesdropping yesterday and heard you didn’t have anything to wear so I picked out some of my own pink shirts!”

She plopped down multiple shirts onto the bed. “You can try some and pick one out if you’d like! I have some cleaning to do, so I’ll leave you be!”

(Name) gave him a pat on the shoulder before leaving her shirts behind.

‘…’

Kurapika lifted the first shirt up, inspecting it. The shirt was mostly white, with a simple pink heart pattern decorating the fabric. It was cute, and fit her very well.

He pressed the fabric against his face and inhaled deeply.

“Mmph…”

Even though they’d been freshly washed, each shirt smelled distinctly of (Name). Hints of her strawberry scented perfume could be found on the fabric.

Unsurprisingly, he once again became aroused, but this time by her scent. It left him wanting more.

‘This is… new. Her scent makes me…’

He fell onto his bed after locking his door, holding her shirt to his face. It smelled so sweet, like (Name) was lying right next to him.

‘I feel so hot…’

He slipped his hand into his pants, slowly stroking his cock as he inhaled her scent again. He could imagine the softness of her boobs pressed against his face, and her thighs wrapped around his waist.

‘Kurapika, let me help you feel good…’

He imagined her hand slipping down his stomach and wrapping around his length as he sucked and licked her soft breasts. She was so, so sweet to him in his imagination, always offering a helping hand.

“Mmph, (Name)…” he mumbled against her shirt, feeling himself get close.

He gasped out as he felt his cum shoot onto her shirt, not realizing until it was way too late.

‘F-fuck…’

Kurapika took a moment to come down from his high before he looked down at the white fabric.

‘Huh. My… my um semen blends in quite well.’

He wiped off the excess and looked over the shirt with a hum.

There was no sign that he’d ever made a mess of (Name)’s shirt, and for some reason the thought of her wearing a shirt he’d dirtied with his cum got him hard again.

‘Well… it won’t hurt if she doesn’t know.’

He folded the shirt and placed it on top of the others, not even bothering to try it on.

Kurapika knew in this sensitive state he wouldn’t be able to wear anything of hers without her lingering scent sending him into overdrive.

As Kurapika dealt with his own problem, Killua was still struggling with his.

After eating his ice cream, Killua visited two more stores before he gave up entirely. There was no way he’d be finding anything that Gon would wear, not in this city.

But Killua was feeling nice today. Generous even! He decided to do his ‘friend’ Kurapika a favor and look around for a shirt he could wear to the Barbie Movie.

“Oh wow, is this the fashion that’s waiting for me in the future?”

He looked over the dull colors of the men’s section with bored eyes. The only pink item he’d found was a crop top, and he knew Kurapika wouldn’t wear it. Not even for (Name).

‘Huh. Well, I guess I can check… other places.’

——————

The two arrived back home, Leorio having dropped his pink clothing off at home before driving there.

“(Name), we’re back!”

She greeted the two with a hug, an apron still hugging her hips. “Welcome back! Any luck with your shopping today?”

“Yes!”

“No, not even a little.”

(Name) patted Killua’s head as he laid his head against her shoulder. He was obviously disappointed that he hadn’t found a single thing, and she knew just how to cheer him up.

“So, I was thinking…”

She pulled her apron off and set it in a nearby chair. “Why don’t we have a little family game night? It’s been forever since we had one last.”

“Family game night?” Leorio asked as Killua began to perk up.

“Family game night is where we order take out, eat snacks, and play random games for a few hours. The last time we played was with Alluka, Gon, Killua, and myself. It’s been-“

“Half a year.” Killua finished for her excitedly. (Name) smiled as she patted his head.

“I see. Is there a reason he’s so excited for this?”

(Name) nodded. “The person who loses the most games by the end of the night is punished. Of course the punishment is harmless, like having a pie thrown in your face or sprayed with the water hose, but it adds a little excitement and a competitive edge into family game night.”

‘That’s why Killua looks so happy.’ Leorio thought with a frown. Killua had always been good at most card games, having a knack for pointing out liars. He would win enough to not come in last place, he knew that much.

“Did I hear family game night?”

Gon came running into the room, nearly crashing into a wall before Killua caught his arm.

“Yes! I’m going to order some takeout, so go pick out a few games for us to play.”

Killua and Gon rushed off towards the living room go dig through her small pile of board games.

“(Name).”

Kurapika thrust the pile of shirts into her arms. She tilted her head as she took them, counting each article of clothing.

“Did you not like any of them?”

He shook his head quickly. “No, it’s not that. I just… they didn’t fit right.”

The house instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop from a mile away.

“Oh.”

She didn’t say anything, just brushed past him to bring her shirts upstairs.

“Are you an idiot?”

“Excuse me?”

Killua crossed his arms over his chest. “That was quite literally the worst thing you could have possibly said.”

Kurapika glanced between the other two, who were looking at him with a mix of pity and surprise.

“… why?”

“Oh my god.”

Leorio decided to step in, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not supposed to point things like that out.”

“Jesus just tell me why. Why does it matter?”

“It matters because she’s insecure about her size and you just pointed out the difference in your size. The thing she’s insecure about.”

“…”

“If you say why again I’ll strangle you.”

Kurapika sat there with his arms crossed. “I still don’t understand. It shouldn’t matter, none of us care about her size.”

“That’s not the point. She DOES.”

The blonde decided to stay quiet. This wasn’t something he could wrap his head around. If he didn’t care about it, why should she?

(Name) came back down the stairs, now wearing her pajamas.

And those pajama included the white shirt Kurapika had… used…

“Time for family game night!”

——————

The group gathered around the table, several board games laid out across its surface.

“How about we play Candy Land first?”

“But (Name) always wins. It’s not fair!” Killua said to the black haired boy.

“Isn’t Candy Land a luck based game? How the hell does she always win?” Kurapika asked incredulously.

(Name) rolled her eyes. “Let’s save Candy Land for later.”

She pushed a deck of cards on the table, everyone but Kurapika letting out a low hiss of pain.

“Uno should be fine, right?”

“If you want us all to hate each other by the end of the night, sure.”

(Name) shrugged. “That’s going to happen anyways.”

Kurapika couldn’t keep his eyes off of her shirt, his head spinning. He hadn’t expected her to wear it so soon after his dirty little deed.

He was able to keep himself under control by focusing on their game of Uno. It was getting more and more intense as the round continued.

“Uno!”

Killua slapped down his second to last card with a grin. The round continued and just when Killua was ready to claim his victory, Kurapika placed a draw four down.

“Draw four.”

In a flash, Killua was grabbing Kurapika by the front of his shirt and shaking him. “YOU MOTHERF-“

Their game of Uno didn’t last much longer.

“Um…”

The three boys, not including Gon, all seemed irritated already, and family game night had only just begun.

“How about…”

She placed a box of scrabble on the table.

“The last time we played scrabble Gon had smoke coming out of his ears.”

(Name) sighed. “Okay, we’re starting to run out of-“

“Mario cart.”

They all turned to see Gon with a controller in hand. “Mario cart.”

“We heard you the first time.”

Killua stood up from the kitchen table and plopped down onto the couch.

“Mario cart? That’s a video game, right?”

(Name) nodded as Kurapika followed her to the living room. “Yeah, you race your friends. It’s a little less…”

She stopped to think. ‘No, not a single game on earth is less competitive to these little gremlins. I could ask them to throw rocks in a stream and they’d find some way to make it a competition.’

“It’s um… easier to play.”

Leorio was the last to join them. He’d grabbed a bowl of popcorn and sat down in the recliner to the left of the couch.

“Y’all can play without me, I’ll be watching.”

(Name) turned the TV on and made sure everyone had their own controller.

“Okay, Kurapika you can pick your own character and cart.”

“I guess I’ll be this green little creature… it reminds me of Gon.”

“That’s Yoshi. I’m picking Rosalina.” Killua said, noticing Gon was sad. He usually picked Yoshi, but he’d suck it up.

“I’m Toad, then.”

“And I’ll be Princess Peach!”

The game started, Kurapika already stuck in last place.

“Sweetheart, you’re pressing on the brakes, this is how you move forward.”

(Name) grabbed his hands and pushed his thumb to where it needed to be, helping him move forward at the expense of her First Place spot.

Kurapika still struggled with the controls, losing several times before he dropped the controller on the table in frustration.

“Alright, let’s move family game night to something that CAN’T be competitive.”

The group thought about this for a while before they decided on a game that wouldn’t be competitive.

Hide and Seek.

But this wouldn’t be a normal game of hide and seek. They would be playing outside, in the small patch of woods Gon and Killua played in.

“This is like the start of a horror movie.” (Name) said as she stepped over the roots of a large tree.

“It is if Leorio’s the one coming after us. He looks terrifying in the dark. Like a shadow creature.”

“I can what you, ya know!”

Killua snickered to himself. Him and Gon knew this forest like the back of their hands, there’s no way they wouldn’t win.

“Alright, here’s the rules for Hide and Seek. We’ll only be playing one game, then we’ll be going home for bed. If you get caught, you have to help the seeker find the rest of the people. To catch someone, you have to touch them!”

“Sounds fair! Can we climb trees?”

(Name) smacked a hand of her face. “No, because if I look up and see a pair of eyes looking at me from the branches of a nearby tree I’ll pee myself.”

“Gross- ow!”

(Name) pinched Killua’s cheek. “I don’t want to hear that from Mr. ‘takes out someone’s heart with my bare hands then doesn’t wash them after’.”

“It was one time!”

They huffed in unison before running in opposite directions as Leorio began counting.

(Name) ran a good distance before observing her surrounding using her phones flashlight.

“OH JESUS!”

She nearly had a heart attack when her light shone on Kurapika’s face. Apparently he’d been following her, (Name) too focused on running to notice.

“Should we keep going, or would you like to hide here?”

(Name) took a moment to compose herself before answering. “Honestly I don’t feel like running anymore, let’s find something to hide in, behind, or under nearby.”

The two found a large boulder to hide behind, the girl using her cardigan to make the hard ground a little more comfortable.

“It’s been five minutes. I wonder if Leorio’s found anyone yet.”

“I just hope it’s not Gon first. He’s so fucking scary during hide and seek. He can literally smell you from a mile away.”

Kurapika struggled to hold back a laugh at her words. “That, uh. That does sound scary.”

“What sounds scary?”

“AHHH!”

Kurapika jumped up, pulling (Name) to her feet. Before he could throw her over his shoulder and run, the boy in front of them sighed.

“I’m not it. Jeez do you really think that low of me?”

Gon pouted at the two before sighing. “I was going to hide with Killua but he wanted to play by himself.”

(Name) stared at Kurapika’s hand that was holding onto hers. “Oh. Well you can join us if you want. We decided to hide here.”

“Oh, that’s not a good idea. Bears like to scratch their back with this rock.”

“Excuse me, but did you just say bears?”

“Uh huh!”

(Name) picked up her cardigan and shook the leaves and dirt off. “Alrighty then, we’ll need a new hiding place. Any ideas, Gon?”

“Nope! Killua is the one that thinks up all the ideas!”

‘Makes sense.’

“Well, I actually do have an idea.”

The two turned to Kurapika, who was staring into the distance.

——————

Killua dropped down from his hiding spot, completely embarrassed. He’d fallen asleep and been caught by Leorio within 10 minutes. Killua knew he’d never live this moment down, he’d be teased by Gon and Kurapika forever.

“Go on and start looking that way, I’ll go this way.”

Leorio walked off in a random direction while Killua waited. He wanted to make sure he was out of sight before he begun his own hunt.

It was easy for the former assassin to track them down with their footprints alone. It all led up to a small path.

He wondered if what he was seeing was real.

The three other players had laid on the ground and covered themselves in dirt and leaves. He could SEE their outlines in the moonlight.

Killua stepped forward, only to feel his show press against something soft.

“Hey, ouch!”

That was Gon’s voice. Killua pulled his foot back before smiling down at his black haired friend. “Got you, you’re it.”

“Nuh-uh, you touched me with your shoe, so-“

Killua placed his hand on the top of Gon’s head.

“Crap.”

Killua looked up to see both of the other figures were gone from sight. ‘Shit, they escaped while I was preoccupied.’

Leorio soon joined the other three, having searched the left side of the forest with no luck.

“You got Gon, I see. That leaves Kurapika and (Name).”

Said two people were currently stopped at a stream. (Name) had begged him to let her wash some of the dirt he’d smeared on her face. “If I don’t wash this off I might pass out.”

Kurapika groaned, but held her hand as they walked towards the stream so she wouldn’t slip on the muddy ground.

(Name) crouched down and splashed her face. “Ahh, feeling better already.”

She kept splashing her face until the entire front of her shirt was thoroughly soaked in water.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. But tonight, she was wearing a white shirt, and now he knew she had a black bra on underneath.

Kurapika stared at the exposed article of clothing in shock. His cheeks turned a bright pink as he attempted to look away before she noticed.

“Oh, what are these streaks on my shirt?”

Against the dark color of her bra, she was able to see off colored streaks of some kind on her shirt. Kurapika knew it was from him cumming on it earlier, but was quick to think up an excuse.

“P-perhaps it was from you frosting those cakes?”

She tilted her head and lifted her shirt to her nose to sniff at the stain. This both aroused and concerned him. Her face was so close to his cum, but she might also find out about what he’d done.

“Hmm… smells salty. Weird.”

She glanced at him. “I’m glad you didn’t end up wearing this shirt. Maybe it’s some leftover detergent or something…”

She dropped the wet fabric, a sigh leaving her lips. “Don’t look, okay?”

She waited for him to avert his gaze before she pulled her wet shirt off and dropped it into the stream. She replaces her shirt with the cardigan, her cleavage much more evident with it on.

Unbeknownst to her, Kurapika had watched her undress. He felt just a little bad for going against her wishes, but couldn’t take his eyes off of her lacy black bra.

“Okay, I’m done.”

She stood up and brushed off the dirt from her pajama pants. “It’s getting late, we should probably-“

(Name) gasped when Killua appeared from the darkness and pushed Kurapika into the stream.

“Killua!”

Leorio was quick to place his hand on (Name)’s head. “Got you!”

The game of Hide and Seek was officially over. “Because (Name) was the last out, she wins!”

Kurapika stood up from the stream, his eyes glowing a dark shade of scarlet. “Killua.”

The white haired boy tilted his head in the blonde’s direction.

“What?”

“You have five seconds to-“

(Name) gasped and pulled off her cardigan, quickly placing it over Kurapika’s shoulders.

“Kurapika you’re soaking wet! Killua, if he catches a cold you’ll be in BIG trouble.”

The white haired boy only shrugged. “He shouldn’t have had his guard down.”

Leorio stared down at (Name) for a moment. “Where did your shirt go?”

She pointed to a rock she’d placed it on. “It got wet, so I set it out to dry.”

“Uh huh…”

Leorio pulled off his shirt and placed it in her hands. “Here. Cover yourself up before YOU get a cold.”

(Name) pulled his shirt over her head, surprised it fit decently well. ‘Hmm, so Leorio’s who I should go to if I need clothes…’

Kurapika grumpily pulled her cardigan over his shoulders, shooting the white haired boy a look that said this wasn’t over with.

Killua didn’t even acknowledge him, Gon and him racing to see who could reach (Name)’s house first.

“Kurapika?”

The blonde hummed. “Yes, (Name)?”

“At least try to pretend you aren’t staring at my boobs next time.”

Kurapika stopped in his tracks, his face becoming as red as his eyes. “I- I wasn’t-“

(Name) bursts into laughter. “Kurapika, I’m kidding. Geez, lighten up!”

She ruffled his hair before running to catch up with the other two.

“I wouldn’t blame you if you were looking.” Leorio said casually. Kurapika glared at him, a scowl on his face.

“I wasn’t.”

“Didn’t say you were, no need to be so defensive. That is…”

Leorio covered his mouth. “Oh, you’re a pervert aren’t y-“

The dark haired man was sent sprawling on the ground after being tripped by Kurapika. “Do not associate me with the likes of you.”

‘Though, I guess he isn’t wrong.’

Leorio fumbled to his face. “Kurapika, you know it’s normal to find someone like (Name) attractive, especially when-“

“I don’t.”

He’d said this a bit harsher than he meant to, causing Leorio to visibly wince.

The rest of the walk was spent in an awkward silence.

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Waste Of Time - Jake "Hangman" Seresin [1/2]

Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

Emails I Can't Send Masterlist

Part two

Part one - two (French version)

Summary : You can't stop reminiscing your relationship with Jake despite your break up.

Warnings : angst, sad ending, Jake being a dick, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 1.9k

Song inspiration : Things I Wish You Said by Sabrina Carpenter

Sitting on your bed, you’re holding your phone in front of you with Jake’s contact picture on the screen. You’re so excited to talk to him again that you have a big smile on your face. You’re currently on deployment so you haven’t been able to communicate properly with your boyfriend for the past few days.

After a few seconds, Jake’s face appears and you see he’s sitting on his couch.

“Hey, I’m sorry for not calling earlier, it’s crazy out here.” you apologise.

“Don’t worry, I totally get how complicated it can be to call.”

“Anyway, what’s up?”

“Not much, it’s pretty calm.” Jake says before avoiding your gaze. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“I… Look,” he nervously starts and you stand up, fearing what’s about to come next, “I don’t know how to tell you this so I’m just gonna rip the bandage off; we should break up.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“It’s not you, I swear, it’s me.”

“What kind of bullshit is this?” you say, angry and confused. “Everything is fine between us. I don’t understand why you want to break up. Did I do something?”

“No, like I said, it’s not you. I just want to focus on my career and-”

“And what? I’m some kind of distraction? You can’t be in a relationship and work like a big boy?” you retort, annoyed.

“You’re mad and I understand it but it’s for the better.” Jake calmly replies which makes you even angrier.

“Clearly.”

“Y/N, you’re a good person, I don’t want you to doubt it for one second.”

Jake’s sentence should bring you some kind of comfort and yet, it just makes you turn on him even more. You don’t even look at your phone anymore, a million emotions going through your head. You don’t know if you’re more devastated or mad. Understanding it’s of no use to insist, Jake sighs before talking one last time:

“I’m gonna leave you alone now.”

You glance at your phone again, waiting for Jake to say something else and yet, nothing comes. Jake doesn’t even add a “I’m sorry” before hanging up, leaving you in your bedroom alone and in a heavy silence. You keep your eyes on your phone, still in shock by what just happened. You can’t grasp it.

You met Jake four months ago and everything happened so quickly, but you both didn’t mind it. Some people tried to warn you by telling you about his reputation with women, nevertheless you ignored them. You and Jake clicked instantly and that’s what mattered. And also, you’re not going to lie, he knew how to get you hooked in one conversation. You felt like it was the same for him, that Jake was as attached to you as you were to him, now, you have some doubts. What bothers you the most is that your relationship was becoming more serious - until now. You were seeing each other whenever you could, you even talked about owning a house together. You had begun to imagine a future together and with just one phone call, Jake threw it all away.

That night, you don’t shed a tear. You tell yourself you made this phone call up. Though, the next morning, once you wake up without Jake’s usual morning text wishing you a good day, you realise it was, indeed, real and you break down the second you come home from work. Never had your heart known such heartbreak, it didn't see it coming.

Five months passed since this sinister call. Every night, your last conversation is stuck in your head, you think back to your relationship with Jake, searching for what you could have done wrong and the more you think about it, the more you realise you always put more energy in this relationship than Jake did. Now, you consider yourself stupid for hoping for something beautiful when you had been warned that Jake couldn’t commit to someone. You thought you were different. You are not. You find yourself even more pathetic because Jake is always in your head. Even when he’s not with you anymore, he still manages to make you waste your time.

Tonight is another proof of it. You ran into Jake at a Navy event. Unfortunately for you, you saw Jake there and now, here you are, laying on your bed, thinking back to him and this event and more specifically the moment you saw him in the parking lot when you left the party, a moment that won’t leave your mind for the next several days.

You went to this event without much conviction. You were accompanied by your new friend Scott whom you had met during your last mission.

At first, you didn’t want to be here, then you saw Jake and the second you recognised his laugh from the other end of the room, you wanted to run far away from the get-together. Scott, always a good friend, stayed by your side and distracted you. He even managed to make you laugh, although internally, your heart was breaking all over again. You didn’t talk to Jake all night. In fact, you didn’t even get close to him, you avoided him like the plague. You did until it was socially acceptable to leave the party. The second the evening began to wind down, you wanted to bolt far away from this place. While you were walking to your car, you found yourself face to face with Jake. At first, you both stood there, looking into each other’s eyes without talking and then, as you weren’t ready to confront him, you started to walk away to your vehicle when Jake held you back.

“Can we talk, please?”

“I don’t have anything to say to you, Jake.” you had told, on your guard.

“Yeah, I imagine talking to me is the last thing you want to do but I need to tell you something.”

“You said more than enough last time.” you had declared, turning on your heel to go in the opposite direction to him.

“Actually, I didn’t say enough. You deserve an apology.”

At his sentence, you turned to him, surprised. Getting an apology from Jake was the last thing you expected. You stood in front of him, your arms crossed over your chest as a way to show him you wouldn’t let him get under your skin so easily - when in reality, this felt like doing something impossible.

“I’m sorry I left you in the dark when I broke things off. I’m sorry I pulled the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’. It wasn’t fair to you. And I’m…” Jake had sighed, “you deserve a real apology, better than this one, though I had to, at least, tell you this. Maybe I’m going too far but I’d be happy to make it up to you correctly by meeting each other someday soon.”

“Jake, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” you had refused, looking down for a second. “But thanks for what you just told me, it’s always nice to hear it.”

Following your sentence, you thought the conversation was over so you took out your car keys from your purse when Jake’s voice resonated in the parking lot once more:

“Is it because of the guy you were with tonight that you turned me down? Have you guys been together for a long time?”

“Scott? He’s just a friend.”

“The way he made you laugh…,” Jake had scoffed, “it didn’t feel like you were just being friends.”

“And yet, there is nothing between us.” you had replied, defensive. “And anyway, why does it bother you so much? We’re not together anymore, do I have to remind you this was your decision?”

“And it was a dumb decision. I miss you so damn much!” He had exclaimed with a guilty look on his face. “God, you have no idea. Everything reminds me of you. The second one of your favourite artists is on the radio, I can still picture you singing the lyrics with a huge smile on your face. What I wouldn’t do to see that smile again!” he had added more softly. “Even now, I always reach for your leg over there on your side of the car then I realise you’re not here anymore because I fucked up. I’m watching everything that you do, every achievement you make, I make sure to know them. I’ve always known you were a damn good pilot but you keep impressing me. I should’ve realised the chance I had when I was with you before ruining it. I can’t move on, I can’t even stomach loving somebody else beside you.” Jake had confessed, taking a step towards you.

As soon as you saw him getting closer, you couldn’t help but look at his lips, oh, how you’ve missed those lips so much! Looking at him more carefully, you also noticed he wanted to touch you, too. Several times, his hands had almost reached over for yours, nonetheless he held himself back, not wanting to ruin anything with you by acting impulsively. Listening to Jake’s confession almost made you fall for him again and forget about the pain he caused you. Though, you stayed silent, knowing that if you opened your mouth, you wouldn’t know how to resist him. With a desperate voice, Jake tried to go all in by stating one last time:

“I swear if you gave me one last chance, I would do better for you. I will be the man you deserve, I won’t break your heart. I learned from my mistakes, I promise.”

“Jake, you hurt me.” you had said with a weak voice.

“I get it but if you ever were to change your mind, I’d always be free. Again, I’m sorry.”

With this last apology, Jake left you alone and you got in your car with teary eyes. You hold them back until you left the parking lot.

Unfortunately, this is not what happened.

You did run into Jake in the parking lot but he stayed silent. At one point, you thought he was about to say something nevertheless he just walked away, a guilty look on his face.

And here you are now, in your bed, fantasising about things you wish he said to you. Despite the break up five months ago, you’re still desperate for his love. Despite the pain he caused you, you yearn for his apologies, but especially you wish he’d still want you and even if in the scenario you made up, you refused to see Jake again, you know that once you would have gone home, you would have called him and said yes. You still love him and you wish you didn’t. He’s still playing with your feelings when he’s not even talking to you anymore. Your heart conspires against you by torturing you and making you long for a Jake who would know how to fix his mistakes and be the man you deserve. Yet, it’s of no use. Jake will never change and if he came back, it’d be just to play with your feelings before leaving you hanging again. You waste your time on idiotic things. It’s a waste of time to hope for him to change, it’s a waste of time to think of things he never said and things he’ll never say to you. Jake is a waste of time and you’re mad at yourself for dedicating so much time of your life for a man who stopped thinking about you a long time ago. You just hope one day you’ll be able to feel lighter, away from Jake and your feelings for him.

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for tender prompts: dancing to a slow jazz song after a long day of work

JAKE LOCKLEY :3

I Don't Dance

"Miles Davis drifts into the kitchen, the smooth tones soothing you instantly, while making you ache for something romantic of your own."

Thanks for this @runa-falls! Ahhhhh love it! Not me back on my "Jake listens to Miles Davis" tangent again...

for @romanarose's Oscar Issac/Pedro Pascal Fan Art and Fiction Pride Event 2024 for June 9th-15th: first time with the same sex, first kiss

1.4k words || Jake Lockley x m!reader* || flirting, roommates to lovers, slightly suggestive, vague mentions of food and drinking, language

*reader inclusivity notes: Reader wears glasses, is taller than Jake

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Life is good…enough.

Work can be a drag, but you look forward to coming home to your roommate Jake. Usually he's worked all night, slept all day, and the two of you meet up around dinner time. You're friendly roommates, always considerately cooking and making enough food for the other, keeping the dishes clean and playing video games together.

You have the most massive crush on the smaller man. He's gorgeous, with smoldering brown eyes and luscious dark curls, with a tinge of early gray...

You've never been with a man before. Just a few failed, awkward romances with women, a few years back.

But recently you've been realizing that you're not single because you're some sort of loser, or something equally upsetting. You're single because women actually just don't interest you, not as much emotionally, and not really at all sexually.

One time you heard Jake in his room with a partner, groaning and grunting in pleasure, his muffled voice telling his lover how to take him.

That was...eye-opening.

Now you think about him all the time, but you don't know how to tell him, and worse, if you even should tell him. He's way too cute for you...right? Cute doesn't begin to cover it - the man oozes confidence...experience...smolder.

He's really nice too.

He was gone for a few days, out of town "for work" (whatever that is). When he got back, he actually gave you a quick hug. "Missed you, man." You forgot to breathe for so long, it came out like a dramatic sigh once you did.

Jake wondered if you were annoyed, but instead, asked you to play video games. The sides of your arms touched the whole time, and you had to put a pillow over your lap because your obvious…attraction.

Jake senses the tension between you and wonders if you're mad that he finished the peanut butter and didn’t buy more.

You clear your throat awkwardly, your gaze flickering away. “No, I don't think I could ever be mad at you, Jake - especially not over peanut butter.”

He hums out an ambiguous response, dragging a hand over the sexy stubble on his chin. "You must've missed me then." His eyebrows shoot up playfully.

God you want him so bad.

As if your greeting hug and video-game-a-thon weren't enough, work the next day couldn't go worse. Sometimes you feel invisible to colleagues and especially to your boss, who seems to have completely ignored your inquiry about an open management position. After a day of being overlooked and passed over, you’re so done.

You finally make it home, drenched from a sudden shower that seemed to wait until you walked out of work to start, and decided to stop as soon as you made it through your front door. Shedding your wet jacket, you stamp your feet on the mat just inside the door, yanking off your fogged up glasses so you can wipe them clean.

Unfortunately, rain does not look good on you the way it does on Jake. If he comes home wet, he's something out of a noir film, removing his cap, pushing those long fingers through his perfectly damp, thick curls - droplets of water making his long lashes shine as they kiss his cheeks. Rivulets of rain snake down the corded thickness of his throat, disappearing into his deliciously drenched white shirt, which hugs the shape of his body temptingly.

Must be nice.

Maybe you can make it to your room before he sees you looking like a wet rat.

You shower and make yourself presentable enough, moving around your home quietly, afraid your pathetic-ness will somehow repel your roommate - secretly crushed that Jake doesn't interact with you for an hour or so. Maybe he doesn't notice how brutal your day was.

A delicious aroma wafts down the hall from the kitchen a while later and you realize Jake is cooking dinner. Deciding you'd rather be in his presence than mope in your room, you venture out to interact. Dinners with Jake are the highlight of your life after all - that is, when you're not sitting with him, touching him, playing games together.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you steady yourself, remembering to take things one day at a time. He might not even be into guys. Or you specifically.

Jake looks up as you enter the kitchen, dark eyes brightening, but somehow immediately softening at your apparent distress. Your shoulders sag in defeat even as you put on a brave face to greet him.

Usually he leaves you alone when you're quiet, assuming you prefer it that way, but after you sat together all last night, he thought maybe...

Setting down a wooden spoon and reducing the heat underneath a sizzling skillet, he turns to you, and your heart races as you realize he's giving you his full attention. It's not helping that he's wearing an apron - that sight alone might kill you.

"You okay?" Dark eyebrows arch curiously as he boldly inches forward.

Blowing out an exhale through your lips, you quickly nod, realizing that simple inquiry means more to you than anything.

Reaching out to grasp your forearm, he peers up at you earnestly. "Hey...talk to me."

You force a smile as your 'brave face' wavers. "Just a shit day. Nothing really."

He pulls a face of his own - a smirk curling the corner of his kissable lips. He's got to stop doing that or you're going to fall head over heels. (Too late).

"Okay, then," he relents, meandering over a few cabinets to where you keep the booze. Jake pours you a drink to settle your nerves, presenting it to you with a comedic flourish, as if you are his liege lord and he's your servant. Eh, probably just a fantasy of yours...

You chuckle, muttering, "thanks," as he brushes past you, disappearing into the living room to turn on the record player. Jake is a mystery, but his collection of albums might be the most sexy thing about him.

Miles Davis drifts into the kitchen, the smooth tones soothing you instantly, while making you ache for something romantic of your own.

You toss your drink back in a couple of long gulps, hoping to gain some proverbial liquid courage as Jake returns to his task, reaching for the wooden spoon to stir.

"Thanks for the drink," you say, bravely moving closer, bumping arms with him. "Need some help?"

Setting the spoon back down, he turns a smoldering gaze your way. "Dance with me."

You almost choke. "Wh-what?"

"You heard me." He roughly whispers. Tugging at the string of his apron, he pulls it loose and sets it on the countertop, leaving him in a tight, white t-shirt and joggers which rest on the swell of his hips. Offering his hand, he repeats, "Dance with me."

Your body responds, seemingly without permission from your brain as you take his waiting hand - the contact zinging up your arm, electrifying you. "I-I don't dance."

He hums out a knowing chuckle, eyes sparkling at the challenge. "Everybody can dance, here." Boldly gripping your hand, he eases your arm around his waist, giving you an out before going too far. "Stop me if I fuck this up." He pulls you closer than you expected, his breath ghosting your cheek.

"Jake..."

"Am I getting this wrong?" He asks you seriously, sounding a bit nervous - his voice pinched even as he possessively cinches you closer. "I...want you and I feel like you want me too, but...fuck, if I'm wrong, please don't kick me out."

You can't believe this is truly happening. How is this man actually real - how is he touching you, saying these things? And moreover, why are you not responding?

Afraid you might cry or something humiliating, a breathless laugh rushes out of you, cutting the tension. "I'm not gonna kick you out."

Soulful jazz crescendos, soothing the surge of worries threatening to ruin this moment, and before you can overthink - as you do - you pull him closer. "Come here..."

Your heart stops when he lays his head on your chest, almost causing you to forget to dance, but you realize, in that moment, that you trust his lead. You believe his words - at least your body does, and you sway to the music, moving in synchrony with this man you adore.

And as you wonder if the stars have aligned and you might really have a chance with him, he tilts his head up and presses his mouth to yours.

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im very normal about fuuta in general but i dont think im ever going to emotionally recover from his fire motif and what it represents for his character and how he reflects the greater theme of justice so that means i must rant about it

(more under the cut because this got longer than i expected whoopsies)

so anyway fire is pretty obviously supposed to be symbolic of his passion for justice right? that fire is all over the place in bring it on. he's wielding it to take down enemies, his signature weapon is a flaming sword. it's what he uses to lead the campaign against the people he's after, the people he's deemed in the wrong.

it's a fucking flaming sword, it's badass as hell!!!! it's what a hero of justice, a knight, would use!!!! it's cool as shit, it's his symbol of justice.

that's how he sees his justice in trial 1.

he's righteous, he wants so badly to believe he was a hero, he was doing it all for a good cause, for justice. his passion for justice was a tool he used to meet those ends, to be a hero, to wave it valiantly in the face of enemies.

the fire, however, is conspicuously absent once he's noticed the blood on his hands

interestingly, despite backdraft as a song title being much more related to his fire motif than bring it on, fire is actually surprisingly absent from the mv's visuals. fire, as in actual orange burning fire, doesn't show up much at all in backdraft except for when both fuuta and his victim begin turning to ashes, and a short bit near the end right after the last chorus when the spraycan explodes in fuuta's face. you know what the mv does show a lot of though?

smoke. and ash. the byproducts of a fire, the byproducts of fuuta's passion for justice.

bringing it back to firefighting for a moment: as many people have already pointed out, backdraft as a firefighting term refers to when a fire that has consumed all available oxygen suddenly explodes when more oxygen is made available, such as when a window or door breaks. the thing about fire hazards, though, is if the fire and the heat don't do someone in, usually it's the smoke. the smoke inhalation causes breathing difficulties and suffocation, making it even more difficult for a person to escape the fire.

in backdraft, instead of fire itself, what we're shown is these byproducts of a fire. the smoke is damaging to human health, and the ash shows that the fire has burned things up and caused destruction, in this case killing someone. all we're shown is the negative results of a fire, in sharp contrast to its badass, positive portrayal in bring it on.

hell, even fuuta himself starts turning to ashes and the spraycan explodes in his face, showing how even he is experiencing the negative results of a fire that has gotten out of his control, how even he has gotten burned by his passion for justice. or, is it es' desire for justice?

translation of fuuta's t2 vd by onigiriico

Me, too! I was like that, too! I also didn't think it'd turn out that way!

You and I are exactly the same breed! The only difference between us is the clothes we're wearing.

fuuta's justice and es' justice, it's all the same in his head now, he directly tells es that they're the same, that we're the same. it's all the same hunger for justice that ends up causing harm even if that wasn't the intention.

you know that saying that fire is a good servant but a bad master? i think that's pretty applicable to fuuta's situation. his passion for the pursuit of justice was great when it was still a tool, a sword he could wield, after all he did manage to shed light on some people's wrongs and bring them to justice. but once it exploded, when it became a backdraft that even he could no longer control, it did more damage than he intended.

it burned even him, it killed a middle schooler. and he recognizes that in backdraft. he only shows us the ways fire that becomes a hazard can go wrong.

translation of fuuta's t2 vd by onigiriico

What did I do? All I did was say that what's wrong is wrong! I was just going off at a bad person online!

I didn't think they would die! I just thought that wrong things are wrong, and that a crime is a crime! You get that, don't you? See? Aren't we the same?

it's just. fire is such a good metaphor for the message of fuuta's character and his arc. it's an amazing illustration of how dangerous it is when you feed a desire for justice too much, when you forget to put a boundary on how you handle that fire. eventually the fire spreads just like how passion for justice becomes zealotry, until more and more things fall under what you consider to be 'punishable' by your standards and goes out of control to hurt people that probably didn't deserve it. it's a warning to set proper boundaries on our own definition and desire for justice and what's 'right' so the good intentions doesn't spiral into harm. it's a reflection of our attitudes towards milgram as the audience responsible for their justice and forgiveness. it's amazing i love it i love fuuta's fire symbolism i love fuuta's character arc and i love milgram's writing so so so much

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #im sure someone has already gone through every point in this post before but i was having fuuta thoughts and they needed to go somewhere #this might be super disorganized this is essentially the first draft and i kinda just word vomited lol #anyways i love milgram i love picking it apart for its themes #tangentially i might do another whole thing comparing fuuta to kotoko but hm not sure if i can add much to that discussion #maybe after deep cover comes out #i actually really like kotoko for similar reasons to fuuta actually she's an interesting case study of a desire for justice that corrupts #anyways sorry this wasnt that deep an analysis or anything i mean i didnt even pull up images it's a glorified rant more than anything lol #hm might edit this post to add images tomorrow ill see if i remember

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A Duke in Distress-1

Jake Seresin x F!Reader (No first name but last name is Harcourt)

Warnings: kinda Angst, blood, mention of cutting palm with a dagger, mention of injuries, Jake in pain, Regency AU!, Fantasy AU!

Word Count: 1141

Author's Note: Welcome to my new story! I know that I haven't finished my other ones but I really wanted to share this idea with guys! I hope you enjoy this new adventure with Jake! Please let me know if you would like to be tagged in the comments!

Duty. Something that was taught to you at a very young age. Whether it was the duty of being the eldest in the family or making sure you carried on the family name, Harcourt. Duty was something that sat upon your shoulder like a heavyweight. You felt like Atlas when you had to face your duties, tired of carrying a burden. You felt that burden right now.

The dagger lay still in your hand. The tip was covered in blood that dripped down to the ground like sand in an hourglass. It was almost like it was telling you that you were running out of time. Then again time had never been on your side. Whether it was when you were running late to an official meeting or the fleeting moments you spent with your now-dead mother, time had been a foe, not a friend.

Yelling finally shook you out of your thoughts. The sound was coming closer which meant it was time to go. Scrambling up to your feet, you picked up the heavy skirts of your dress and began to run through the winding hallways away from the voices. They couldn’t know what you did. They couldn’t know that you did something you were told not to do from a young age.

Use your gift.

The gift that seemed like another curse was given to you by Fate. A gift that made you seem like a walking vessel. One that the hands of a man couldn’t touch. Your father forbade you to even use the gift on your siblings let alone your mother when she was sick. The latter one was what tore you to shreds, to watch her die knowing you could possibly save her. That moment when she took her last breath was when you swore never to use your gift. Why use something that seemed only to bring you pain and not solace?

Yet the moment you saw him, you were already grabbing your dagger and pressing it into your palm. You never thought that someone you were taught not to trust and to hate, would be the first person you used your gift on for the first in years. Maybe it was the way his wounds wept blood onto the floor or maybe it was the bruises that littered his body. Or maybe it was the way he looked at you. His green eyes bored into yours, begging for some type of help. Without any other thought in your mind, you broke so many rules that went against your moral compass and your duty.

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Once you were back in your room, you quickly shed the dress you were wearing and threw it into the fire. You had to make sure that no one knew you went down there down to the holding cells, where the man who was known as a threat to your family was. His family had just as much power as yours but your father would never let them win.

Your father would never let the Seresins be the better dukedom, especially if it meant being the right-hand man to the crown. Yet, his eldest was a woman which meant he didn’t have an heir. To make it worse Duke Seresin had a strong boy heir immediately. Jacob Seresin, known as Jake, was a cocky man who knew what his title was and used it to his benefit. Whether it was for personal or actual business. The rumors surrounding the rakish man were many. He did it all with a smug grin on his face and a woman under his arm.

You also learned to loathe the handsome man in your own ways. He was the reason no one seemed to take you seriously. Every time you crossed paths with him, he would make some snide comment that would spark a fire within you. So much that you wanted to choke him on the spot, regardless of society’s decorum. He pushed all your buttons in the right ways and usually ended in you walking away with clenched fists seeing red.

Yet, when you went to see him down in the prison cells, the conceded man was nowhere to be seen. In place of him, was a battered and bruised man who was hanging on by a thread. Your father’s men had done a serious job on him and the result was a shell of the cocky Duke heir. His right eye was swollen shut and had a deep purple developing under it. The gashes on his side were fresh and had made his pristine white shirt a bright red.

When you stepped closer to him to inspect the damage done, he simply gave you his notorious smirk.

“Fancy seeing you here, Princess. Come to finish the job your precious Father’s men did to me?” Even though he was smirking while saying this, his eyes said something else. A plea for help.

Before you could reply, he groaned and tipped over to his side. Panicking, you quickly rush over to his limp form. From what you could tell, he had lost too much blood and was on the verge of death. As much as you loathed him, you knew what you had to do. Use your gift.

Grabbing the small dagger that was hidden underneath your skirts, you make a small cut on your palm. Squeezing gently, the blood pooled into your palm. You took Jake’s face into your other hand and opened up his mouth, pouring the small amount of blood in.

Once you had done that, you waited for your gift to take effect. It only took a few minutes before his wound started to close and he slowly began to wake up. Before you could see if it had fully worked, you heard the telltale sign of someone coming your way.

With a new urgency, you got up and exited the cell before whoever was coming could see you. What you didn’t know was Jake was fully awake by the time you had gotten up. You had already rounded the corner before he could decipher what had happened

Now you stood in your bedroom, with your dress thrown into the fire and a bloody dagger still gripped in your left hand. What had you just done? Did you really just save the man you hated and wanted nothing to do with?

All these questions were swirling around your head that made you feel sick. Realizing that mulling the situation over and over again would not help you decided to go to bed. Sluggishly putting on your nightgown, you then trod over to your bed. Pulling back the covers, you bury yourself under them hoping they would block out all the thoughts hovering over your head.

Maybe tomorrow would bring a new day without any worries.

Oh, how wrong that was.

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