#Hope it's okay that I mentioned u spray-

[wyrm-likes-objects]

Drew the rest of the ibs cast. Don't really like how most of them turned out but posting them anyways

Also potions glasses were a last minute addition inspired by @honeycomb-havoc

[lilacheavenn]

lookin dolly, i think i may go out tonight - r.c x f!reader

summary: rafe with his little pink princess !! except she's feeling a bit bratty . aka: rafe gets jealous and has to let you know you're a bratty little slut !!

warnings: SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, hyperfem!reader, "childish" reader ish, possessiveness, mention of alcohol and drugs, semi-public sex, fingering, head (f!recieving), hickies, mention of gun (never seen or used), daddy kink

word count: 1489

a/n: hi guys !!! tysm for all the support on my first writing <33 i hope u guys love this one too !! also, requests are open so feel free to send in some for blurbs !

"can you please hurry up . don't know how hard it is for you to fuckin' pick a dress and move ." rafe griped .

you'd been facetiming all your friends to ask for suggestions (and reject them all), and rafe was fed up . he'd known tonight would be a good night for business at topper's party, but thanks to you, he's losing potential customers .

" 's not that simple, rafey ! can't pick between these two . jus need to decide my skirt n then i'll be set, okay ? " you pouted and leaned to kiss his lips with glossy pink lips .

rafe's face curled in disgust at the sticky gloss, but he made no effort to wipe it off .

"what's even the fuckin' difference . same shit . " he grumbled, laying back down on your pink bed adorned with stuffed animals .

"yr' such a man, rafey . obviously, this one is more reddish pink 'n this is more purply pink ! " you rolled your eyes and stared again at the skirts . " hmm , think i'll wear that new white one instead, s that good, baby ? " you asked again .

" yea, yea that's good, babe . can we get goin' now ? " he replied hurriedly .

" kay, thank you ! " you quickly pulled on the skirt, sensing rafe's rush . " m ready ! can you please carry my purse to the car , rafey ? gotta reapply my lipstick since you stole so much of it ! " you giggled at the pink stain that had yet to leave rafe's lips still .

rafe grumbled but still grabbed your little white purse . definitely not for you, definitely because he just needed to get to the party quickly . he pushed your ass into his truck and buckled your seatbelt as you sprayed your perfume once more .

the drive wasn't long, but it gave you just enough time to finish talking about all the new drama in your social circle to rafe . who fucked who's boyfriend, who got sent to rehab, who's parents are getting a divorce . rafe just nodded his head , replying with " ohh "s or " wow no way "s when necessary, and you ate it up .

when you both finally reached kelce's house, rafe opened your door for you and helped you down with your cute sandal heels . you both walked in and parted ways almost immediately . rafe reminded you about not taking drinks from strangers and sticking with your friends, and you just rolled your eyes having heard this spiel over a hundred times . rafe headed to an isolated balcony to start selling his baggies of coke . you, of course, headed to the dance floor to see your friends !

after two hours of dancing and taking shots with your friends , your head was hazy and your body felt loose . so you didn't pay any mind when your friends started drifting further away and you were left dancing near a stranger who's eyes kept flitting down to the deep cut of your top . but rafe did . rafe's eyebrows pinched together when he made his way downstairs from the balcony to grab a drink . his night had been great; he'd been selling to customers back to back, and no one had started shit with him .

rafe fully descended the stairs, pushing his way through the crowd on the makeshift dance floor to reach you and the stranger who's eyes had now moved to the curve of your ass .

" you like the view , you fuckin' bitch ? " you heard a familiar voice curse out behind you .

you turned, halting your dancing, but smiled widely when you saw rafe . your mind was so hazy, nothing said to the stranger was getting through . all you could understand was how hot rafe looked mad .

" rafe ! come on, let's dance ! " you slurred out .

" woah man, i didn't know she was taken . no need to get mad . " the other guy said while holding his hands up and back away from the situation .

" yea you better fuckin' walk away 'fore i shoot you bitch . " rafe snarled out at the stranger shaking his head and scoffing, and quickly leaving you view .

" rafe ! what the heck ! why're you bein' so rude to strangers ? " you asked, tugging on his polo . " 'n don't be talkin' bout your gun in public . " you whispered the last part .

" maybe i won't if you stop shakin' your ass in tiny skirts 'round everybody like a damn whore . " he scoffed as he dragged you by your upper arm .

he led you confidently through the house, passing guest rooms occupied by people just like the two of you .

" c'mon rafey ! you know i never meant to ! hey, where're you takin' me ! " you screeched out while pouting and smacking rafe's strong bicep .

" takin' you to learn your damn lesson is where . " he pushed you gently by the center of your back into an empty little bathroom .

rafe slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it as he trapped your hips in between his and the sink counter . his eyes bored into yours through the mirror, and you could immediately sense his displeasure, even when you were drunk .

keeping his eyes locked on yours, he slowly bunched your skirt on your hips, grazing your ass underneath . your eye cotact broke when he peered down to see your thin, white cotton panties soaked through with your arousal .

" oh you've been leakin' all night, haven't you honey ? " he asked with faux empathy .

you just nodded your head , not realizing he couldn't see you , and relished in the attention he was giving your ass . rafe pinched the side of your thigh to remind you to use your words .

" mhm, yes rafey, been needin' you all night . " you replied with a twinge of whine in your voice .

rafe roughly pulled down your little thong, shoving it into his pocket after you stepped out of them .

" my poor girl, had to go show herself off to other men cause daddy was busy, huh ? " his cooed as his fingers began collecting your wetness with one hand, the other holding onto your thigh .

" please, please daddy, no more teasing . been needin' it all night, please . " you whined out, not having his antics anymore .

" don't fuckin care . you should've known it was comin, doll . wearin little things for other men like some kind of slut, aren't you ? " rafe cooes out as he slides one finger into your cunt slowly .

your legs almost buckle, but rafe's arm around your waist keeps you held up . he moves his finger in and out of your cunt, quickening his pace once you've adjusted . rafe adds his long ring finger along with his ring finger, stretching your walls further .

" daddy ! so good, so good daddy . " you moan loudly, scrunching your eyes closed .

" i know baby, daddy's so good to you . i'm always so good to you, workin hard 'n buyin you good shit . makin' you feel like a goddamn princess, yea baby ? " rafe's eyes were locked in on your pussy holding onto his two fingers .

he was in his own world, rambling on about how good he is to you and what a hardworker he is all while being mesmerized by how your pussy kept a tight hold on him .

" rafe, daddy, please . please more ! 'm so close , almost there daddy, please ! " you whined out as you felt your climax coming closer .

" c'mon baby, be good and cum all over my fingers, you got it " rafe encouraged you with his words and two thick fingers .

" cumming ! cumming , daddy ! " you squealed out as your orgasm washed over you .

your legs shook uncontrollably as rafe's fingers worked you through your orgasm , slowly pumping into your cut until they finally pulled out completly .

" good girl , such a good girl creamin' all over my cock , yea ? " rafe said as he ran his big hands up and down your hips and legs to soothe you .

" r-rafe... " your moaned out blissfully .

" shhh , i know angel "

rafe stood from his position , locking eyes with you in the mirror then pushing his head into your neck and hair to kiss you . he kept one hand on your waist and the other on the nape of your neck to hold you into place .

" y' did good , babe . always so good for me . " he reassured you . "just don't be pullin' no more stunts like that anymore , aight ? "

[conitagray]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ dating hobie brown (hc's)

pairing: hobie brown x reader

warnings: (mentions of injuries) that’s it

a/n: ojay i’m REALLY sorry for the long ass break i took but i think (hope) i’m better now BUT ily guys so much for waiting🫶🏽 this is so short but I PROMISE i’ll do better soon🫶🏽

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

okay

i feel like

this man is so TALL

like whether or not you’re tall

he will always tower over you

he is an acts of service, quality time and physical touch kinda guy😍

doesn’t care about pda whatsoever

like if you’re in public, his hands gots to be on your waist, shoulder or intertwined with your hand

like he has to be touching you in some way

never EVER gets jealous

like he’s a “wear whatever u want i can fight” kind of guy

but sometimes when someone get too far he might or might not beat the shit out of somebody

i feel like his british accent always gets you in shambles

whenever he would play in a bar with his band you HAVE to be there

he’ll like introduce you to his friends and all

he’s like so proud of you in general like

whenever someone would ask

if you were his

he would be like “yup, n they amazin’.”

you would always be in the corner watching his shows

a smile plastered on your face as he played ALWAYS mesmerized you

he would look at you from the stage and wink a lot

every single time it ends, the first thing he would do is go up to you and ask you how it was

and OBVIOUSLY you’d have to say he did amazing

always and somehow injured

would come in your window like almost everyday in the middle of the night after spider-man duties

with multiple injuries

and you would always patch them up

(sometimes he gets hurt on purpose just to see you)

i feel like he would make you sleep in

and cook for you

and seeing him like in an apron in shii

gets you tumbling down stairs😍

always call you by pet names like literally

“love.” “sugar.” 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘

would make you your own little punk vest

has all the colors you like and his combined

it’s just ADORABLE

wont let ANYONE touch his guitar except you

makes you learn how to play his guitar

would be sitting behind you, arms around your shoulders and his hands guiding yours to the strings

would be so proud you learned it

if you both shared an apartment

his side would be so messy but not too messy, filled with like guitar picks, empty paint spray bottles, and his guitar on a stand in the corner

and your half is completely the opposite

© hearts4hobie.

do not steal, translate, and rewrite without permission.

[tacomanarrows]

Surf's Up!

Okay I am like STUPID happy with how this came out!! Right, so I mentioned yesterday that my valentines drawing with Seabreeze awakened some kind newfound appreciation for her in my brain and this is what's come of that so far lmao

I used a banger of a pose reference here but it was super helpful as u can see lol. The background might be what I'm most happy with along with the pose! Lots of playing with brushes and opacity to make the wave and spray come out like it did and I LOVE it!!

Anyways I hope u guys like my kitty as much as I do :]

[purple-dragon-queen]

You said when you were watching the Descendants rise of red teaser trailer you didn't get to pause and look for details since it was a quick watch but assuming you've watched it fully now, can I get your thoughts and opinions?

⚠️ KINDA LONG POST⚠️

I will be sharing MY thoughts and opinions on The new teaser trailer for rise of red, so if that bothers you it's time to ski dazzle off of My post 💋

Feel free to Reblog with your ideas aswell. Would love to see em

Okay so the first thing I thought of when kylie(red) pulled out all the spray paint and start doing her thing, was Mal. Like Disney bae it's giving Mal dupe.

Second and this one got me cracking was The Merlin Academy. Like My brain totally disregarded it as in I FORGOT ABOUT IT, so imagine to my horror when red is spray painting I see them BLAM! Plastered on the wall in all their Evil Glory.

Okay so I found this picture on Instagram where someone got a close up and other than Ulyanna, Maleficent, Hades and Hook, I don't know who the others are ( sorry not sorry) Now underneath the picture we can see on a plaque the words "vk students" now this made me realize why the title vk was so accepting when the core four came to aruadon, Because it wasnt the first time the title had been given/used.

Now look at this close up of teen Maleficent all I have to say is Wtf is that.

If those things at the side of her head are supposed to be horns, respectfully she needs to chop them tf off?? And is she wearing a ponytail??? Now I haven't seen Maleficent in a long time but isn't she supposed to have brown hair? Now idc if they give her a different hair color but the outfit and those HORNS especially are not giving!!!.

Like I saw someone do a redesign of this descendantofthesparrow I think and it was jaw dropping absolutely gorgeous, like mam what's your major? Anyways yeah I've seen this person done a ton of redesign and rewrites that when I watch descendants I'm like "oh yeah, this is Canon and the good stuff is fanfic"

Now this whole time travel thing doesn't make sense to Me because am I really supposed to believe that Hades who's older Than all of them by thousands of years went to school with them? Like what.

I'm going to assume Ulyanna is the Leader of the gang because she's in the middle and everyone else is in the back and from what we've seen the Leader is always in the middle.

Now I have a feeling rise of red will be pushing to make Hades and Maleficent a thing so we can see how Mal became a thing, just an assumption. Respectfully If they try to make hook and ulyanna a thing I will jump tf off. There was something else I wanted to say about Hades and Maleficent but I forgot and will most likely reblog this post when I remember.

now this is the Queen of Hearts and once again Descendants isn't following Canon because I'm pretty sure Carlos mentioned at one point that he used to drive his mom to the queen of hearts castle.

Now if I didn't know already that this is the queen of hearts and u shoved this pic in my fave and was like "girly who do you think this is?" I WOULD NOT SAY THE QUEEN OF HEARTS, I MEAN JUST LOOK AT HER SHE'S RED! Where are the other colors??? There's no white, no black just RED. Now as a theatre kid we've done better, with less money!!!. Disney I hope you are ashamed because you should be.

Now descendants brandy Cinderella has blue hair which doesn't make any damn sense so I'm guessing that's why Chole has blur hair. I really wish there outfits were better because with the og 4 we could tell what their main colors were without it being to much but now It's Def too much. I've got a few more things to add because I feel like I haven't said everything I wanted to so maybe I'll reblog with more later. Who knows

[wooahaes]

Hi 👋🏾 For the prompts list request, I’d love to see what you’d dream up using 5 + 10, and if you’re feeling extra inspired, combine those with prompt 45 for Wonwoo (but only if you’re feeling it!)

sugar cookies & cozy nights

pairing: non-idol!wonwoo x gn!reader

prompt: 5 + 10 + 45 from these prompts  

word count: ~0.8k

warnings: food mention! sappy wonwoo. intentional lowercase + no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: ty for the request! i hope u enjoy some soft sappy wonwoo <3

as much as wonwoo loved living with mingyu, his decision to bring some friends over was enough for wonwoo to message you. he liked his friends, sure, but work was particularly draining and he wanted nothing more than a quiet night alone... and he couldn’t really have that with mingyu’s friends over.

so when you gave him the go-ahead to come over whenever, he threw whatever he’d need to spend the night with you into a bag and made the trip over. he already knew the code to your apartment, letting himself in since you knew he’d be up within the next few minutes (he’d texted you the moment he arrived at your building). you called out to him that you’d ordered takeout and it should be there in a few minutes, and he mumbled his thanks. the moment the door was closed behind him, he finally let out a long breath of relief. he felt at home again.

you’d been curled up in the couch, video game controller in hand. he asked if you cared whether he took a shower, told him to go ahead, and he stopped long enough to press a quick kiss to your temple before going on to your bathroom. he threw his bag into your bedroom while the water warmed up, and soon enough took solace in your bathroom. there was something comforting about using your body wash (sugar cookie this time--he was sure it was one of those holiday bottles you’d stocked up on while the seasonal line was in). as much as wonwoo didn’t admit it to you, he liked smelling like you. there was something comforting about it, whether it be something like your favorite body wash or the scarf he’d borrow from you that had whatever body spray you used still lingering on it.

he was sure you already knew how much he liked it. by the time he returned to you, noticing the dinner set on your coffee table while you still played your game, he was sure you could smell it on him. he sat down at one end of the couch, half-heartedly answering your question about how his day went with a mumbled “fine” before cozying up on the opposite end from you.

“dinner’s here if you want to go ahead,” you said, eyes still glued to your screen. “you don’t have to wait for me.”

he waited, watching you a moment longer. “honey?” he said, and watched the way you seemed to perk up at the term of endearment. they were rare, after all, and wonwoo liked saving them for moments like this. “can i hold you?”

you paused, turning to him with a smile. “so it’s that kind of day...” you mused aloud, but moved over nonetheless. he pulled you into his arms, and you settled in happily before returning to your game.

you were warm. this, wonwoo thought, was what he’d been wanting all along.

“wonwoo?” you said, not looking up. yet he could hear the teasing tone in your voice, “why do you smell like me?”

he felt a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and he merely pressed a kiss into your hair. “it’s comforting.”

he always liked to hear the way you’d giggle in response. “someone’s sappy tonight...”

wonwoo curled his arms around you, snuggling in further. he shut his eyes, just happy to hold you for a bit. “can i say something else sappy?”

“go ahead.”

“i think we’re soulmates.” he idly fiddled with the sleeve of your shirt. “i mean... i think i have many soulmates. i think a lot of people do. mingyu’s one of my closest friends and i think he’s a soulmate, too...” his fingers grazed the skin of your arm, “you’re number one.”

“aw... babe,” you giggled. “i think we’re soulmates, too.” you’d paused your game again, snuggling into his chest happily. “you okay?”

was it that obvious he was tired? or was he only this sappy when he reached a certain point...? “i just needed somewhere quieter,” he said, “so i came to you.”

“ah.” you turned to face him, chest pressing against his own. “i can put on a movie if you want--”

“you don’t have to stop playing,” he quickly said. “i like watching you play.”

you had smiled at that, leaning in to press a quick kiss against his lips. “okay,” you said as you drew back. “i’m gonna take a break to eat, then. and then we can cuddle and i’ll keep playing. okay?”

whatever it took to get you back in his arms again, wonwoo was okay with... even if your cozy night in ended with him falling asleep while holding you, happy to have you there with him.

taglist: @wonuziex @synthetickitsune @twancingyunhao

[cosmal]

hellooo!!CONGRATULATIONS ON 500 you totally deserve it and way way way more because of the masterpieces you write!!!💖can you do an eclipse for remus with ❛ don’t be a stranger, okay? ❜ please🙏🏼also congrats again and i hope you're having a lovely day :).

Strawberries and Blood | Remus Lupin

hiiii omg thank u so much! i loved this prompt!

summary :: remus get’s to know his neighbour without trading cupcakes and biscuits. instead it’s over tears and bloodied fingers.

warnings/tags :: fem!reader, mentions of blood, cut fingers

this ended up being longer than i thought but i kinda like it

“Can I borrow some eggs?” Was the first proper thing you’d said to your neighbour. A complete sentence that wasn’t a shy, Hello or a Thank you when he holds the door open for you at the front entrance.

“Borrow? Will I get them back?” Is what he’d said back with a laugh and it eased your nervousness.

“Well they might be cooked but you’ll get them back in the form of strawberry macarons?”

That was the beginning of a small friendship. You bake something sweet and no matter if he’d given you any ingredients or not, you’d give him half the tray of fresh baked goods. Then he’d help you in any time of need. Like if you didn’t have enough milk or needed to hide your cat during inspections.

You hadn’t anyone else to give the food to anyways. So who better than the pretty boy next door?

On one occasion, he had given you some flour without you ever asking. You were always requesting for him to tell you what to make, there were only so many times you could give him white chocolate and raspberry cookies.

He’d handed the flour to you and said, “Lamingtons?” and how could you say no to a face like that?

Your relationship only ever really stayed within those bounds though. Nothing more than trading goods on mostly rainy days. You felt lonely and the only proper human interaction you had been upholding lately was with him. It was fine. You were fine. But, you needed more.

It was late. Late enough that the moon was strung high in the sky and the only thing to be heard in your flat were the crickets and the frogs in your drainpipe. That, plus the dripping of your tap that was driving you insane. You couldn’t get it to stop and the maintenance man hadn’t shown up today like he was supposed to.

You were tired and homesick, and the relentless dripping of your rickety tap was only making everything much worse than it needed to be. You were feeling so wound up and you felt like it wouldn’t take much more to set you off.

You couldn’t sleep and thought some baking might distract you in some way. So now you were hunched over your kitchen bench, a large knife in one hand and some strawberries in the other. You slice and slice and slice until there’s only a few left. And when the water on the stove starts to bubble and whistle, it distracts you and with your eyes on the stove you slice your finger instead of the strawberry.

You flinch, swatting your hand away from the knife and knock the glass mixing bowl to your left, off the bench. It lands to the kitchen tiles with a deafening crash, and you flinch even harder as glass and thickened cream decorate the floor.

You stand there for a moment, staring at the floor. Dairy product sprayed up your front in little flecks and you regret not wearing your apron. Your socked feet are damp as you stand still, tracing the puddle of cream with you’re eyes until they blur.

You feel so overwhelmed suddenly, more than earlier, and a well of tears start accumulating in your eyes. They sting. Enough to keep you distracted from the cut on your finger and the knocking at the door.

That is until a second round of knocking and you remember yourself. You sniffle, wiping at your face with your clean hand. You think you call out a one minute! but you’re not sure. Your throat feels tight and the thought of speaking seems like an impossible task suddenly. Though turning off the bubbling water is easy before you move to the front entrance.

You don’t even think, just open the door. You’re lucky it’s only Remus. Not a burglar…who knocks. He’s standing there, clad in red pyjama bottoms and a white T-shirt. His hand raised to push his unruly curls away from his forehead. If you weren’t so wound up, you’d find it endearing.

He scans you for a moment as you do him, though he looks more shocked than you. Despite the throbbing in your hand.

“Everything okay? I heard a noise.” He says with a tired but firm tone, scratching at his cheek.

You look over your shoulder at the clock on the wall and cringe. 2:34am. You didn’t know it was that late. Well, you knew it wasn’t early. But not the middle of the night.

“Shit, I didn’t know it was that late. I’m so sorry.” You frown, turning back towards him. You breathe out, shaky and uneven, and raise a hand to your cheek, leaving a smudge of red. You can feel your hand hurting, but you’ve seemingly forgotten about the bleeding.

Then, he looks horrified, “Fuck, you’re bleeding.”

You lower your hand to look at it, and then back at Remus when he moves inside your flat. The cut isn’t bad, it’s short and shallow, but it still pains.

He looks at you, and then the mess in the kitchen. The puddle on the floor mixed with a pile of strawberries that had fallen into it. The mess a true reflection of you in that moment.

“Yeah. I was- I was baking and accidentally slipped.”

He takes your hand in his, careful not to touch the source of grievance, flipping it into his palm to inspect it. “You want some help?”

You stare at your cut, how the stream of red runs down your finger and pools in your palm. Bemused at how such a small cut could produce such a mess. Much how a dripping tap and a bleeding finger has you so upset.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Your hand. Do you need some help cleaning it up?”

He’s obviously asking because you look so unsettled. Not because he thinks you couldn’t handle it on your own. He hopes you know that.

His sudden thoughtfulness has even more tears forming in your eyes, ready to fall with one blink to replace the dried stains on your cheeks.

He looks up at you with more alert eyes than before and you can’t look at him. Embarrassed about the tiny cut and your appearance. How your current situation has you so distraught over something so minuscule.

“I’m okay.” You croak.

“You’re shaking.” He deters.

You sniffle and nod your head. You feel as though if you were to speak, it’d be too quiet. Not trusting your voice, or your battered hands to clean yourself up, you allow Remus this displeasure.

He hums, deciding to lead you to the kitchen sink with a hand splayed over your shoulder blades. Remus is very careful not to stand in the seeping cream on the floor, you on the other hand are not so much. Too distracted on blinking back tears you don’t want him to see and the burning across your back where his hand is situated. He tries to curve you around it, though your right foot steps into it with a quiet squelch.

You both cringe. “Shit. Okay I’ll help you patch up you’re finger and then I’ll clean up this mess for you.”

You think he can see how distressed you are. It makes you feel worse because you barely know why you’re so upset and neither does he, but he’s still very willing to help you out.

He guides your hand under the lukewarm water, swirls of light red flowing down the drain. You sniffle and hiccup, and Remus flinches.

“Shit, am I hurting you?” He pulls it from under the stream, fingers wrapped around your wrist.

You shake your head. “No. Sorry.”

Remus tuts before turning the tap off. “Where’s your bandaids?”

You point to the cupboard above the fridge with a dripping wet hand.

“Okay, go sit down.”

You do as he says, too tired to argue. You don’t think Remus would let you tell him to stop and he seems like he wasn’t above begging either.

Your tears have stopped and you’re eternally thankful to your eyes. Despite the fact your nose is still runny and your hands are shaking. Crying in front of your cute neighbour is nothing you’d hoped you’d do at any time.

He kneels in front of you after grabbing a few small bandaids. His front pressing into your knees as he flips your hand onto the table.

“What were you doing anyways?” He asks, looking between you and your hand as he peels open the packaging.

“Couldn’t sleep.” You mumble, wriggling your free fingers that are starting to prick with pins and needles. Remus’s attentive touch making you feel funny.

“Strawberry cheesecakes are a good cure for insomnia?” He chuckles, wrapping the sticky cotton around your finger with too much care. He’s lovely, you think.

You laugh too. Much quieter than him, but it makes Remus’s chest fill with warmth.

Once he’s done making sure your hand is okay, smoothing and prodding, he says, “Seriously though. Are you okay?”

You don’t know how to respond. You swallow instead of speaking, throat dry and thick. Remus doesn’t seem the impatient type as he kneels at your knees, raising a hand to squeeze reassuringly at your thigh. A boy who checks in when he hears a loud noise in the middle of the night, and sits and cleans up your injury, doesn’t seem like a boy who would judge. He seems like one who is very trusting.

“Do you like me, Remus?”

He startles for a split second and you backtrack, “As a person. I know we’re only really neighbours, but you like me?”

If you only knew, Remus thinks. “Of course I do, doll.”

You avert your gaze to floor, deciding to count your black tiles instead of continuing. You trace up, up and up until you’re met with your mess. A cruel reminder of your stupidity and then, Remus’s kindness.

“I think you’re the only person who does.” You admit through an animated voice, tone wavering.

Remus squeezes again, using his thumb to trace circles under your thigh, below your knee. “That can’t be true.”

“It feels that way.” You sigh. You feel so open and bare in the middle of your small dining room, admitting your troubles to a boy you want to like you. It makes your breath stutter and your skin tingle under his heavy, but caring gaze.

“Why?” Not once tonight have you thought that Remus’s questions and actions have been insincere. Maybe that’s why you continue to speak.

“I feel overwhelming lonely. All the time.” You palm at your eyes with a roughness that has Remus frowning. He hopes you’re taking care of yourself. He also hopes that when he takes your hands from your reddened eyes, that you can tell he’ll be there for you if you’re struggling to.

When Remus settles your joined hands in your lap, you continue again, “You know you’re the only person I’ve had any interaction with since I moved in?”

A rhetorical question, obviously. Because no, Remus didn’t know that. If he did, he’d of made more of an effort when he saw you. He’d do more than just thanking you for a tray of blondie’s. He would’ve invited you inside his flat if he knew you were feeling this way.

Because he had been meaning to. But every time he opened his mouth to say something like, Wanna watch a movie? Or, Want to use my kitchen this time? He’d choke on his tongue and shy away, always. Admittedly, you made him very nervous. With your pretty eyes and blinding shy smile. Even with flour on your cheek and icing in your hair, he still found you outrageously beautiful.

“I’m struggling to make friends at uni and at work, and it’s making me feel so shit about myself. I miss home all the time and it just makes everything worse.” You sigh, deflating in your chair at your final admission. You hope you haven’t scared him away. Though, his ministrations and soothing touches against your skin only soften.

“Hey, whenever you’re feeling this way. If you need to talk or just sit. I’m right across the hall.” You finally look up at him, his gaze against your face that hasn’t faltered all night is soft and caring, and you almost melt.

“I don’t want to be an annoyance, Remus.”

“You would never. I’m very willing to talk about anything with you, dove.” He smiles warmly. “Don’t be a stranger, okay? Ever.”

You have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from crying again. He really was the best person you’d ever met. “Thank you, Remus. Really, I mean it.”

Remus seemingly thinks for a moment, “Hey, my friends are having a get together this weekend, why don’t you come?”

“I wouldn’t want to impose.”

Remus shakes his head, “No, you wouldn’t be. They’ll love you.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I do. They’re my friends and if I like you, they will.” He admits.

You redden. Who knew he was such a flirt? “Okay. Sure, sounds good.”

He smiles, “Awesome. Sirius has been wanting to meet my pretty neighbour for ages.”

“You’ve told your friends about me?” You laugh, the thought of tears now long gone.

“They kept asking me about the cakes in my kitchen and they didn’t believe me when I said made them.”

You snort, “You can’t cook?”

“Why do you think I keep coming back for more? No one bakes a red velvet cake like you do.”

You reach up and brush a stray curl away from his face, tucking it behind his ear, scratching the skin there gently. “You’re too kind, Remus.”

When you smile properly for the first time that night, red cheeks creasing and reaching your eyes that are brighter than the moonlight spewing through your shutters, Remus curses himself for not getting to know you better, earlier. There was life before you moved in and then there was now. And he considered it to be ten times better now that you’re next door.

Remus stands and outstretches his hand in front of him. You look up and take it willingly and he pulls you up, now almost chest to chest with each other. It’s now Remus’s turn to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

“Maybe I won’t introduce you to my friends. Keep you locked away, all to myself.” He smiles and you do too.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Sirius will only try to seduce you and we can’t have that.” He chuckles and his breath fans over your cheeks. Remus grins when you shiver.

“I’m sure he’s got nothing on you.”

When Remus places a very gentle kiss to your cheek, his thumb pressing into your warming skin as you beam, you’re very grateful the maintenance man hadn’t shown up like he was supposed to.

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Guzma with a transitioning S/O headcanons

Thank you so much for the request (u know who u are :) ) Hope you like it!

I hopefully kept it vague enough to work for all kinds of transitiom.

warning: non-descript mentions of transphobia

disclaimer: i am not trans so if i have gotten anything wrong or misrepresented something, please don't be afraid to reach out and let me know :)

SO

Guzma, well…

He’s not the most knowledgeable about being trans

Bit unaware of a lot of the terminology and discourse

"Pronouns? Like on and in and beside and shit?"

"A binder, you mean like, for school??"

However that doesn’t mean he ain’t an ally!

Plus there are defo trans grunts in team skull

Only natural, since it's full of misfits seeking a new, more accepting home

So he's already supported others with their transition

He is very much supportive of you! 

After all, you’re his boo - no matter what!

You were nervous when you came out to him

It can take a lot of courage and emotion to come out, having him react so receptively - it was such a relief

Do NOT listen to Guzma when it comes to choosing a name (if you're changing yours)

They will all somehow be super edgy or bug-related

In other words, very cringey

Actually something like Spyder would be pretty dope ngl

If you're transitioning to something more masculine/androgynous, Guzma can really help you out there

After all, he's a pretty masculine guy, basically came out of the womb that way, so he's happy to take you under his wing and lend you his stuff to make your transition easier

do you really want his 7-in-1 body wash and Haxorus body spray though??

If you're leaning more towards a feminine identity, he'll do his best to help, but Plumes is the one who'll guide you!

Acting like a big sister and all!

You need a new wardrobe?

Boy’s got you covered!

He doesn’t have a lot of money, but he’s trying his best

So it’s mostly second-hand places

And maybe some of the grunts use their five-finger-discount to sneak you some stuff

You try discourage that... but they don't listen lol

It's for a good cause, okay?

Guzma'll try direct you to the sluttiest outfits 

He’s shameless, what can I say?

That being said, it's your body, it's your choice in how you present yourself, so he won't push too much

But still, it's nice to know that he still thinks you're hot AF

Also, the grunts are a crafty bunch, so your clothes can be altered too!

Leave it to Plumes to deal with your hair

Even get you some wigs if you're looking for longer hair

You know team skull is at pride every year

Guzma's obviously there too, and if you're ready for it, he'll proudly show you off!

ANYONE

And I mean anyone

Who misgenders you

Or is just flat gross to you

Is either

a. Bout to be sent home to their mama’s by his troop of fearsome insects

b. Attending an impromptu meeting with his fist

He will not stand for transphobia  at all

But towards you? - the bigot is straight up FUCKED

Knowing you have big bad Guzma on your side, makes everything easier

He loves you - he’ll protect you no matter what

In the unfortunate event that your family isn't supportive

You know you've got a loving, supportive (if a bit choatic) home over in Po Town

[8aji]

now i write em down if i remember in the morning. // g.s.

pairing: geto suguru x reader

wc: 2.7k

synopsis: he liked the way it fell neatly across his shoulders. It tickled his neck at first, before he got used to the feeling, and for some reason, he could not pinpoint—most definitely satoru’s influence and one too many margaritas—he decided to mess it all up; nothing like being hangover to look over his mistakes.

tags/cw: fluff, suggestive, friends to lovers -ish, mention of alcohol consumption, everyone's hangover. —let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: its good to be back, inst it :))) ANYWAY i poured so much love into this fic and i hope yall love it as much as i do! what do we think of the dialogue?? i tried incorporating it more bc i usually rely on heavy descriptions but i dunno. thank u @thelastoreo for beta reading hehe mwah

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Footsteps sounding louder than they should, you made your way through the hall, softly calling out Suguru’s name. Neither in his room nor in the office, he was nowhere to be found. 

It was only when you stood outside the bathroom door that your inquiry was resolved, a muffled fuck confirming his whereabouts.

Three knocks then followed by a meek come in, you tried grounding yourself before opening the door. The atmosphere felt cold, off. 

The teetering words he had managed to utter while on call gave you a limited understanding of the situation, and the image in front of you didn’t help to reduce your uneasiness.

Inklike strands awkwardly framed his face, casting shadows you have never seen before. The look in his eyes was foreign, a deer caught in headlights, an empty void bursting with regret. Vermillion dripped down his skin, intermingling with each freckle, scar, in its wake; a tragic yet beautiful demonstration of pure regret.

“I think,” he paused, chest tightening against his will. “I think I cut it too short.”

Suguru doesn't remember how much time it took for his hair to grow out, all he remembers was both Satoru and you agreeing he’d look like really good with a particular hairstyle you saw on a billboard while shopping; there was no turning back from there. 

Using a good shampoo and conditioner was his priority, appalled by the 57-in-1 products he’d find in a few of his friends’—Toji’s—shower. He'd splurge on hair masks, using them once or twice a week, and heat protectant spray because using a blow-dryer had become a must during the winter. Bought a claw clip after endless nagging from your end, it was gentler on his hair when compared to the elastic hair ties he’d previously used.

Fuck, he even went as far as changing all his sheets and pillowcases to prevent breakage and reduce frizz.

Taking care of his hair was like therapy, and now he will have to pay an actual therapist to fix his unresolved childhood trauma.

“Sorry,” you huffed out, slightly leaning your weight against the doorframe. Your erratic breathing had evened out by now, though your ribs still hurt from the constant strain. “What?”

Gaze downcast as if embarrassed to confront you, despite him being the one to call you over. His legs shifted in place, occasionally putting more responsibility on his arms to hold his body weight. 

“I cut my hair too short.” He mumbled, before hopelessly looking at the ceiling and closing his eyes in regret. 

“How did this happen?” you questioned, cringing as his fingers walked through his short tresses, tensing when he realised there wasn’t lengthier length to go through. “When and why?” 

“I- I don't know.” 

Despite the initial refusal to look at you, he couldn't avoid making eye contact through the mirror; you made your way inside the bathroom as he spoke, leaning your hips against the counter and taking a stance beside his figure. The deadpan expression on your face made him slightly nervous, enough to bring a soft blush back to his cheeks.

“Yeah okay, so I was drunk.” 

“Explains a lot.”

“Let me finish, would you?” 

“Ok, sorry, go on.”

“After we got back from dropping you home, Satoru had the brilliant idea of watching a movie,” he recalled, rolling his eyes in annoyance though his whole demeanour was a bit lighter like he was able to recognise the humour out of the ridiculous situation he found himself in. "That would've been fine, hadn't he suggested more drinking.

“I was drunk so I agreed,”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, playful dismay coating your features as you subtly examined him through the mirror, not missing the way he still tried avoiding your gaze.

"Turns out it was a scheme to fuck me up because he chose the saddest fucking movie to ever be made by humankind, I had a weird crisis, doubted my whole existence and decided 4am would be a perfect time for a haircut.”

He couldn't help but chuckle at your snicker; your voice made him giddy like that.

“Well, if it's of any consolation, I think it suits you.” 

“I feel bald.”

“And I think you’d look really good even if bald.”

“He’s lying,” Satoru said, munching on some cereal. His face had multiple sheet marks even though he slept on the couch—or the carpet, you aren’t sure—and he was squinting despite wearing sunglasses, which sat crooked on his nose, of course. “Partially, at least.”

Even when he looked like utter shit, he managed to be a cocky bastard. 

“What do you mean?” You questioned, deciding to toy with whatever strings Satoru was pulling.

Just a few moments ago you had managed to convince Suguru of taking a shower despite the immense fatigue plaguing his body; the pretext of trying to wash away the regrets of the past convincing enough. Plus, promised an extra-large portion of waffles for the three of you once he was done; that seemed to work on him as well.

The soft pitter-patter of the water could be heard from the kitchen, ensuring it was just the two of you. His lips housed a smug smile, and if he wasn't one of your best friends you'd be wary of the motive behind his words (read: endearingly).

"He did have a mild existential crisis like he realised he had no idea what he was doing with his life and that his life purpose was eh," he tried explaining to the best of his ability, hand movements prevalent in the animated conversation. "But we watched this movie with that dude you like?"

Stopping in your tracks, you rested the whisk against the bowl you were using to mix the ingredients for breakfast, excitement pouring from your words as you mentioned the name of one of the artists you enjoyed.

“Yes! Him!” Satoru exclaimed, enjoying the way your features lit up. “Well, I made an off-handed comment about how you liked him and he was already drunk so he cut his hair because he thought it’d make you like him more or something.”

His nonchalant shrug—his stance about the whole situation to be honest—made you laugh.

“And you didn't try to stop him?” you played along, smiling at the way Satoru leaned against your figure, resting his head on your shoulder while mumbling how the light hurt his eyes.

“I passed out before I could do anything,” He answered, straightening up just enough so he could slurp the last bit of milk on his bowl. “Oh and, apparently milk helps with hangovers? I had no idea.”

The both of you stayed in silence, only the sizzling of the waffle maker breaking the silence. It would've been peaceful, another morning with your friends after a night out, the only difference being the idea of Suguru maybe liking you back; the thought forced an even bigger smile on your lips.

“Anyway,” An overtly exaggerated yawn left his mouth, smacking his lips together to emphasise his sleepiness. “I’m going back to sleep, wake me up when breakfast is done, please?”

Right before Satoru left the kitchen for a 14-hour power nap, Suguru made an entrance. Droplets of water stained his shirt as he ruffled his hair non-stop, adjusting the strands to prevent his, now shorter, fringe from poking his eyes.

“Morning ‘Ruru— Oh! There's condoms on the fourth drawer beside the fridge by the way.”

The sound of metal clanking against the counter and floor caught Suguru’s attention before he could process Satoru's odd, and weirdly specific, statement, body moving on autopilot to help you pick up whatever you dropped.

“You okay?" and it was only after he made sure you were alright that his mind revisited what his roommate said, making his brows furrow in confusion as he turned towards you, looking at you for an answer as if this was your house and not his. "—Wait, why do we have condoms in the kitchen?” 

"Why are you asking me?" You questioned him back, laughter bubbling in your throat at his confused state. “I don't live here.”

“Only because you rejected my offer to move in.”

“And have Satoru manipulate me into cutting my hair? No thanks.”

Pretending to be mortally wounded by your words, his hands went straight to his chest, clutching at his heart.

“Too soon.” He hissed out, closing his eyes and leaning his head against one of the cupboards. 

“Already told you you’d look hot bald.”

“Didn't even give me time to grieve.”

Spending time with Suguru was similar to spending time with Satoru. After some time joking around, talking about whatever topic crossed your mind, you could sit in silence without the pressure of filling up the space with mundane conversation. It makes sense they feel so familiar, the two of them have been attached to the hip for years, it's only natural for them to inherit mannerisms from each other. 

In their defence, it happened to you as well. Satoru’s dramatism and Suguru’s patience, both of their shitty senses of humour, and so many other characteristics you internalised, not only from them but from your other friends as well. After all that time together, it makes sense existing feels familiar around them.

Existing alongside Satoru and Suguru was so similar, yet so different. 

You couldn't pinpoint why.

Even so, this time the stakes felt a lot higher. Despite all the comfortable silences you've wallowed in with him, you can't help but feel tension grow around you, thickening with every tick of the clock.

Palpable, permeating every surface, enough for Suguru to feel it as well, it seems, because right before you said anything that could help dissipate the tension, he spoke up; Great minds think alike, after all.

“Weird how Satoru mentioned where he kept his condoms, huh?”

Great minds think alike, but he’s stupid.

“Yeah, weird,” you mumble, this close to bonking your head against the cupboard just like he did a couple of minutes ago. You were almost done with breakfast anyway, making sure the remaining batter cooked properly; you placed a plate in front of Suguru, handing him the carton of orange juice in the process and waited until he took a sip from his cup. If he was revisiting the tension's catalyst to get rid of said tension, guess the best thing you can do is play along. "It's because he wants us to fuck, I think."

Problem solved, the silence was gone, the echoing of choking noises and coughing distracting enough from the scary tension between you two. 

“Why—wait, sorry,” he excused himself, clearing his throat and wiping away some orange juice that had spilled on his chin and the counter. “Why do you think that?

“I dunno, just vibes.” You shrugged, munching on the corner of a waffle after sprinkling maple syrup all over it with a coy smile. His cheeks were dusted pink, and you're sure that if he hadn't chopped his hair off, he’d be playing with the strands; undoing and redoing his bun to keep himself busy from the embarrassment, a habit not many people were aware of, he didn't get to that level of embarrassment easily.

“Yeah, no,” trying his best to make eye contact despite his flustered state, he cut you off, accusingly so. “It’s always more than vibes with Satoru, he talks too much.”

“Suguru Geto, are you calling me a liar?” Now it was your turn to amp up the dramatics, and despite your act being extremely unconvincing, it still caught him slightly off guard.

“What— no, I'm just saying, I think you may be leaving some details out of this conversation.”

“So…a liar then?”

“I didn’t say a liar.”

“You implied it though.”

“Well, I didn't call you a liar,” He scoffed, finding amusement in your behaviour, the twinkle of mischief in your eyes. “Gonna tell me what Satoru said?”

“He mentioned the movie you watched.” 

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

“The movie with you know who?”

“Yeah, that one.”

There are two scenarios. Scenario A, Satoru told you what movie you watched and that was it—though that doesn't make too much sense, why would he mention condoms then?— or Scenario B, Satoru told you about his mini crisis and how the existence of one of the characters drove him to grab a pair of scissors and cut everything off.

So, it really depends, how much did Satoru tell you? It's not like he wasn't worthy, because you're sure he'd rather disappear from this earth before being a tattletale, but your answer…was vague while being too condensed at the same time. The intonation of your words, your tone and body language; he could easily be reading too much into it, but it's plausible, isn't it? 

“Did he tell you anything else?” 

Determined to pull out as much information from you as he could, he was like a detective trying to come down to the bottom of a mystery—if detectives had enough free time to worry about matters of the heart or whatever. It made you gulp, distracting yourself by drinking some of the juice you had poured yourself not long ago, and it was only after a short pause, that felt eternal, that you answered.

“Not that I recall.”

It made him antsy, eager to but not knowing whether it would be a good idea to come clean, drop the question and maybe run away after you answered.

“Did he mention I like you?”

You almost spit your juice, coughing at his straightforwardness. Despite the nonchalant facade, you could look straight through. He looked cute, all flustered like he had to scrape every bit of courage he could find inside his body to utter the question. Cheeks flushed, biting his lip subtly enough for it to be almost unnoticeable unless you were looking at him closely. You noted the way his thumb played with the side of his index finger, hands no longer playing with his hair as if he had finally internalised the new length of it.

Time stopped when you looked at Suguru Geto, and you’re sure you could’ve stared at him forever if it wasn't for the sound of his voice interrupting your thoughts. 

He had also felt time stop, waiting in silence for an answer will do that to you. 

“Sorry, for asking, I thought he—”

“He implied it,” You interrupted him, somehow reassuring him that your lack of response wasn't a no. “‘Said you cut your hair because of you know who, so I'd like you more.”

A pensive frown made its way onto Suguru’s face, so Satoru did snitch, huh? Still, he didn’t feel betrayed, it was relieving in a way, though scary in case you were to reject him and “eliminate” him from your life, telling you about his feelings—directly or indirectly—felt like a weight was lifted up from his shoulders.

“And did it work?” 

Now, all that was left was to figure out whether his feelings were reciprocated or not. Even if you said no, curiosity would get the best of him, and despite his heart going doki doki inside his ribcage, there was no harm in playing a little coy while at it, right?

“I already told you,” trying to one-up him with his cockiness, holding eye contact though bashfulness still glazed your eyes, match his bluntness if you will; you respond. "I'd like you even if you were bald."

"Shut up." He mumbles, your gaze too penetrating for his liking, it forced him to pull back. Though his cheeks were not only red now, they hurt, the cheesy smile making him feel all giddy and warm inside.

“Aw, you embarrassed?”

“It’s just,” His hand was warm against yours, his fingers tickling your palm as he reached for it across the counter. He pressed his face against his arm, almost touching the counter, the coldness of it sending shivers down his spine. “You make me so weak.”

The both of you remained in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes, finishing breakfast and enjoying each other’s presence as long as you could; never letting your hands go, that is.

It was sort of funny how such a tense atmosphere could transform into utter peace.

“Just to be clear,” he broke the silence once more, now rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand and looking at you like he received a terminal diagnosis of lovesickness. “You do like me back, right?”

“Yes Suguru, I like you.”

“Thanks, I just needed to hear you say it.”

“You didn't wake me up for breakfast!” Satoru exclaimed, yawning as he made his way across the kitchen not a single dirty plate or cup in sight, only you sitting on the counter as Suguru stood shirtless in between your legs. Despite his hair being shorter, it still managed to get his shirt wet, but he was too lazy to change, so he just took it off, pretending he didn't enjoy the way your eyes roamed down his chest.

His hand was awfully close to your thigh, and though you were wearing shorts, from Satoru’s perspective it looked like you were only covered by an oversized shirt. Plus, the giddiness the both of you irradiated, Suguru sporting splotchy cheeks and whatever the fuck you did to glow the way you did, who knows what blasphemous activities had been going on before he interrupted, it could only mean but one thing.

“Wait– were you each other's breakfasts? Did you guys finally fuck?!”

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DUDE ABOUT THE SUPER READER ONE U SHOULD TOTALLY MAKE IT INTO A FULL FIC LIKE IM SO INLOVE WITH THE IDEAYDUDUXYXUCJ

A/N: I just saw this in my inbox and YESSS, I've started the To My Hope series and this is finally the funeral scene!!! This was the scene I've been waiting to get to - Riddler meeting Hope 😍 enjoy! This is pretty long but I really wanted to include everything 😂💚

To My Hope; You Came

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"I was Hoping that you'd come last night," Bruce says as you drive to the funeral, smirking slightly at his name joke, to which you roll your eyes with a light scoff. "But I understand. It's a lot to take in."

"I just couldn't face it," you tell him with a shrug. "The person who's supposedly obsessed with me... you saw the news, about Pete."

You couldn't bring yourself to go with The Batman and Gordon last night, to look at the scene of Pete Savage's death, left by the Riddler. You were too distracted with the letter, the Riddler himself when he appeared on your TV screen... absolutely everything. But you're Hope. You'll manage, like you always do.

"Well, Pete's not a good cop," Bruce states, and you frown, listening. "Looks like he got greedy. I think he was in on the drops business. The Riddler's targeting the corrupt, especially people to do with that case. There are more photos," he continues, passing them to you and glancing at the car windows, their reflective film blocking out any random, prying eyes from outside. You shuffle through the photos with a sigh.

"I managed to get someone in the lounge," he adds, "to the club below it. Colson, the DA, he was there. Talking about an informant on the Maroni case. A rat."

"A rat," you repeat slowly, and Bruce nods. "Okay, that kind of makes sense, what with the Riddler putting rats in that cage yesterday..."

"I got a card," he responds, and you can see the dull annoyance in his gaze immediately after he mentions it. "Another riddle. 'Follow the maze until you find the rat. Bring him into the light, and you'll find where I'm at."

"Bring him into the light?"

"We'll work on it," Bruce assures you. "I, um, I met a girl from the Iceberg Lounge," he adds. "Selina. You'll get on well with her. She's friends with the blonde girl from the pictures with the late mayor. She talked to Colson."

You smile with a nod, giving the photos back, the frowning as you notice his hesitation to mention something else.

"Okay... What is it?"

He pulls out an envelope from his pocket, handing it to you. You bite your lip as you stare at the familiar handwriting from Mitchell's house, the angel card.

To My Hope

You quickly pull the card out of the envelope, and stay frozen in your seat as your eyes trace the words on its cover. It's another old fashioned love cartoon, with two silhouetted figures holding hands, standing under a large green heart with curly white words written inside.

'I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED YOU,

'I ALWAYS WILL,

'LOVED YOU YESTERDAY,

'LOVE YOU STILL.'

You open the card up properly to see the same riddle The Batman got, but the obvious difference between his and yours is the faint, messy hearts drawn in the background of the writing in pencil. Bruce looks away, annoyed.

"I don't like the idea of him thinking of you like that. Stay close, okay? I know you can handle yourself, but this is different."

You smile at Bruce fondly, tucking the card away in your jacket pocket. "Alright, worryguts."

Chanting and clamouring can be heard clearly from outside, as Bruce Wayne's car drives to the entrance of the church. As you peer out the window, you can see a group of people chanting "No more lies!" and holding up boards with the Riddler's question mark symbol sprayed on it, signs held up saying 'OUR DAY OF JUDGEMENT'. Bruce stares too, retreating into silence as he steps out, going over to your side to give you a hand, and choosing to keep it in his.

Reporters are quick to clamour around you, cameras flashing.

"Is that Bruce Wayne?"

"Who's the girl with him?"

"Mr Wayne, is that your girlfriend?!"

You bite back a smile, looking up at him. "Told you."

He shakes his head at you, but he's not seriously annoyed. The amusement fades as you look over at a car, where Falcone himself steps out, a young woman beside him. Bruce follows them, pulling you with him, and you frown, trying to tug him back before one of his men notice.

"Hey, hey! Give us a wide berth here, would you, slick?" a bodyguard jumps in, and Falcone turns, the girl looking back at you both.

Falcone calms them down in a second, reassuring them of who Bruce Wayne is, about knowing his father. You avoid eye contact with the man, instead, your eyes wander to the group of protesters with Riddler gear at the entry's barricaded area.

"Come on," Bruce's voice draws your attention back, and you go on inside. Bella Rel greets Bruce and you almost as soon as you get in, and you let her pull him away, smiling at the look he gives you as you scan the large number of people there to pay their respects.

"What good's a safety net that doesn't catch anybody?" A man behind the barricades indoors mutters to himself, and you look over at him with a small frown. "Didn't help my daughter when she needed it, I can tell you that. The guy was just another rich scum-sucker. He got what he deserved."

His eyes meet yours suddenly, and then it's his turn to frown. "Hey, don't I know you? I've seen you somewhere-"

A hand on your shoulder makes you flinch, and you're met with Bruce, who glances at the man before leading you away.

The faint music of Ave Maria in the background somehow made you uneasy, and you glanced around at the mayor's son and the people... before your attention was immediately caught.

Panicked, muffled screams sound from outside, along with the roaring of an engine and crashing sounds. Bruce grips your hand tightly, stepping in front of you protectively as the noise grows louder, drawing out the conversation and singing from within the church. You follow Bruce's stare as he looks up at a balcony, where the silhouette of a man stands calmly, peering down at the scene. Your breath catches in your throat as your fingers trace the card from your pocket, and the loud smash of the breaking of the paned doors makes you jump.

People scatter screaming to get away from the big black car, as it speeds down the aisle. Bruce shoves you to the side, making you lose your balance but miss the car's route as he sprints towards the boy, pushing him out the way and rolling over as they stumble. The car crashes into the thick, poled walls, and when you look up again, the man's figure is gone.

The GCPD flock around the car, bashed up and spray painted in white with lettering. Gordon yells at the driver to get out of the car... and when he does, you close your eyes in disbelief.

It's Colson, duct tape around his mouth muffling his cries, and attaching a phone to the palm of his hand. He's still there when you open them, dried blood trickled down his forehead as his words are muffled under the tape. A large, clunky collar is around his neck, and when someone points it out, everyone screams. The phone rings, and another chorus of screams sounds, the ID simply stating that it's an unknown number.

Colson holds up the phone, showing the envelope taped onto his shirt.

To My Hope & The Batman

The guests clear out instantly, and you look over your shoulder at Bruce, who looks straight back at you, nodding.

You've never gotten changed into Hope so quickly.

You've never wanted to stay hidden away in your apartment so much.

Night falls over Gotham as Batman insists you two go out to answer later in the day, the police now surrounding the building, sending a robot in to scan the bomb and survey the scene. The Batman stays close to you as you walk side by side back into the church, and Colson looks up at you with wide, tired eyes. Batman takes the tape off his mouth, and Colson gasps, shaking his head and apologising over and over.

"Please, he made me do it," Colson insists tearfully. "He told me if I didn't do exactly what he said he'd kill me, I'm so sorry!"

"Looks like a combination lock," Batman observes the collar, and you nod.

"Can't we just cut it off?"

"Not if you want to keep your head."

Colson sighs shakily, and you take the envelope off his shirt, pulling out the card with a 60s style blonde woman holding an oversized telephone.

"In these troubling times, never forget," you read quietly, opening it up, "I'm only a phone call away. Answer."

Colson raises his hand as he offers you the phone, and you glance at Batman in confirmation. He nods, and you reach out to answer it, tapping the green icon on the screen.

The same room from last night's news is in the video call's background, heavy breathing close to the camera, as the masked man leans into the frame.

"You came."

"Who are you?" Batman questions calmly.

"Me? I'm nobody," the Riddler breathes, "I'm just an instrument, here to unmask the truth about this cesspool we call a city."

"Unmask?"

"Yes," the Riddler agrees, his eyes gliding from the Batman to you. You swear you can see them soften as he stares at the screen from his side, his breathing picking up again.

"Oh, Hope..." he whispers, "you look so beautiful up close... did you like the cards I sent you?"

Batman tenses beside you, and you open your mouth before closing it, your mind completely blank of any way to answer.

"Let's do this together, okay?" The Riddler continues. "I've been trying to reach you. You're both a part of this too, lovely."

"How are we a part of this?" Batman asks.

"You'll see," Riddler responds darkly, adjusting his camera as he sits down. "Say hello to my followers. We're live. They've heard a lot about Hope, here... and they're here to watch our little trial. At the moment, the man across from you, Mr Colson... is dead! But-"

"Jesus, can we get somebody out here, this psycho's gonna kill me!" Colson interrupts in pure terror, and you hear the Riddler sigh.

"Wait a minute- SHUT UP! You deserve to be dead after what you did- you hear me? YOU HEAR ME?!"

"Okay, okay," Colson whimpers, and you watch the screen in shock as the Riddler's groan turns into a hyper laugh, his face close to the camera.

"I'm giving you a chance," the Riddler tells him, before jerking away from the camera dramatically. "No one ever gave me a chance. Now. Ever since I was a child, I've always loved little puzzles. For me, they are a retreat, from the horrors of our world. Maybe... they can bring some comfort to you too, Mr Colson."

"You want me to do puzzles?" Colson questions, and the RIddler agrees excitedly.

"Three riddles in two minutes. You give me the answers, and I'll give you the code for the lock - do you understand?"

Colson agrees nervously, and the shrill beep of the bomb makes huim jump and whimper in fright.

"Riddle number one! It can be cruel, poetic, or blind, but when it's denied, it's violence you may find."

"W-wait, could you repeat that? Cruel... poetic...?"

"Justice," you pipe up, and Colson turns to you desperately.

"Huh?"

"The answer, it's justice!"

Colson repeats it, and the Riddler confirms the word happily.

"Yes! Justice! Isn't she clever?" He coos adoringly at you, and you watch in uncertainty. "And you," he turns his attention back to Colson, "were supposed to be an arm of justice in this city, along with the late mayor and police commissioner, were you not, Mr Colson?"

"Yes, yes, of course, of course," Colson agrees quickly.

"Riddle number two," the Riddler carries on gleefully. "If you are justice, please do not lie. What is the price for your blind eye?"

"Price?" Colson repeats cluelessly.

"Bribes," Batman repeats, and Colson tries to repeat it.

"No, he wants to know how much it cost for you to turn your back," you clarify.

Colson hesitates in despair.

"Fifty-eight seconds!" The Riddler yells impatiently.

"Look, how much was it?!" you demand worriedly.

"Nothing!"

"How much!" The Batman raises his voice.

"Ten grand," Colson caves in, "Ten Gs a month, I get a monthly payment just not to prosecute certain cases!"

"What cases?"

"He didn't ask me that, come on! Ten grand!"

The Riddler laughs in amusement. "Okay, okay - don't lose your head, Mr Colson. Just one more to go before your time runs out. Last riddle! Since your justice is so select, please, tell us which vermin you're paid to protect?"

"The rat," Batman tells him instantly. "The informant you all protect from the Salvatore Maroni case."

Colson's face goes pale. "How do you know about that?!"

"What's his name?" You ask, and Colson shakes his head, as the Riddler announces the twenty seconds left.

"No."

"He's going to kill you, Colson!" You point out with round eyes.

"I'm a dead man either way," Colson replies, and repeats the statement as Batman grabs hold of him. "If I go out this way, it's just me, but if I give over that name, I have family, people I love... he'll kill them too,"

"Who will?"

"People are watching-"

"What people?!"

"It's so much bigger than you can imagine," Colson says miserably, "it's the whole system."

"Five seconds! I'll see you soon, my Hope - I love you! Goodbye!"

The deafening book of the bomb exploding cuts off Colson's pleas for mercy, and the Batman jumps in front of you as it goes off, shielding you from the damage as you're both blown back. Your breaths are shaky and uneven as you hear echoed, fading voices, and the voice of the Riddler, before darkness consumes your mind.

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hello i’ve been reading through ur fics and i love them ! i was wondering if i could request a din djarin or joel miller (up to you) x male reader fic based on the song open arms by sza (solo version). not really a song fic just kind of having the message of the song. in case u haven’t heard it the song is abt loving someone so much that u devote ur life to them but realize that they hold u down (sad story lol) it’s mostly fluff ig but with angst

Mandalorian fic referenced to the song Open Arms by SZA

Gender-neutral reader x Din Djarin / The Mandalorian

Rating: sfw, angst

Word count: 967 words 

Warnings: mentions of blood, injury, stitching up wounds, arguments and fights

Comments: I wanna thank the anon who requested this, I am sorry that it is late, I was a bit busy these few months so I hope you can forgive me and I hope this is the fic that you wanted. Thank you very much anon! also sorry I did mostly angst for this fic

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You had been with Din through the thick and thins of his job, always caring for him when he had been struck during a battle with a bounty and ensuring he was safe and secure for his next bounty job. You were always at his side supporting him during the tough times that came with his religion even when he wasn't at yours during the hardships and struggles during your life with him. You always devoted yourself and your love to him, making it known that you love and care for him and you love and care for the child, tending to its needs and wants to ensure that Din isn't bothered by the child when he has a much-needed sleep. 

However, today was the day that you took off your rose-coloured glasses and realised that he wasn't the man who had made you laugh or had made you feel like you could fly that you had first met those few years ago. You were tending to his wounds again, a strike to the shoulder leaving a bloody gash to the skin and muscle that covered the joint and helped it work, he was quiet while you were working on sewing the skin and muscle layer back together, applying bacta spray to prevent infection and to speed up the healing process. 

It was not unusual for him to be quiet while to tended to his wounds, but in most cases, he would mumble out a whispered thank you before, during and after you had cleaned him up, but the last few wounds he has just been quiet, no thank you or apologies. Not that you had required any words from him during the process it just felt nice to be acknowledged just like how to thank him for getting you supplies to cook with or to help him with his armour and weapons or thanking him whenever he's gotten you an extra shirt or pair of pants or clean clothes for the child. 

You must have spaced out because when you looked back down all the stitches were done and were in place, holding the skin together. You finish up and bandage the shoulder wound, rubbing his back before helping him get dressed. After a few moments, before he heads up the ladder towards the cockpit, you talk. “Din, are you ok? You haven't said anything to me today.” your face and voice tainted with concern. He looks back at you, “I’m fine.” he says in a gruff tone of voice. He heads up the ladder into the cockpit while you sit in silence.

Last week the both of you had an argument about the number of wounds Din was acquiring. It was a small back and forth before Din raised his voice at you telling you to stop worrying about him and that you were too overprotective. Since then he hasn't talked to you aside from a few gruff okays and no’s which worried you. 

You decided to head up the ladder and speak with him, you didn't want to sit in silence anymore and help a man who didn't even want to talk to you. You reached the cockpit and sat in the chair behind him, knowing that he noticed you enter you start to speak. “Din, what's wrong, you haven't talked to me, you barely even want to be in the same room as me? Are you ok?” you watched as his body stiffened at your words and for a few moments the room was doused in more silence as he put the Razorcrest on autopilot.

He turned around, looking at you through the visor of his silver helmet, a few more moments of silence before he spoke, cutting through the thick fog like a knife through a cake. “You are always with me, always helping me even when I don't need it, I just want some peace,” he said quietly, keeping his visor on you. You frown and stare at him back before talking. “Why didn't you just ask me to leave or to get off your back?” you ask in a confused voice. He shook his head “No, I just want you to leave me alone, I don't want to have to tell you,’ he confesses before turning the chair back around to face the controls

You like you have been shot, shock and sadness bubbling up in your chest, not saying anything as you feel tears well up in your eyes before leaving the cockpit to go to your small room. You sit on your bed, tears streaming down your face as you try to wipe them away. This was the moment that you had fully pulled away from the Mandalorian who was named Din Djarin

A few days had gone by after the conversation with Din and you couldn't help how it was circling in your mind constantly. You had been focusing your attention on the child and refusing to acknowledge Din aside from the very few questions that he would ask. You still kept him some leftovers whenever you made dinner for yourself and the child. But after those few days of contemplation when the Razorcrest has landed just outside of a small city is when you decide to leave, packing your bag with the essentials that you need to survive before you say goodbye to the child, promising to visit them when you can. 

You open the door of the Razorcrest, knowing that din had heard tp door open but hadn't come down to see why it was opening. As you left you couldn't help but feel sadness yet also relief as you walked towards the city, away from Din Djarin and hoping one day you'll see him again but hoping that the time would have changed him 

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red or white? | frank castle

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 7.1k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (thigh riding, handjob, fingering) swearing, general sexual content, mention of death

a/n: HELLO sorry i haven’t been super active the past couple days but i am BACK and i have a few stories all lined up !!!! but i wrote this one a while back and first date frank owns my heart okay bye love u all!!!!

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His eyes shift between the two small bottles on the fractured kitchen sink. Why is he even thinking about this? Just fucking pick one. Make a decision. Act. He knows he can, years in the army had him making split second choices, choices that decided lives; the fate of the men around him. Bullets flying everywhere, heat of fire and blood spraying his face, he could choose the right answer, turn the right way, pick the right one to shoot first quicker than he could blink an eye. But right now, two tiny bottles of aftershave sitting in front of him, he can’t seem to make up his damn mind.

Maybe its because of what part of him is leading this decision. He always uses his head. He’s smart, he can think on his feet, he knows how to get out alive, but right now, the pumping rhythm in his chest was telling him what to do, and it took him for a fucking six.

You... you left him dazed and sweaty, like he’d just run a marathon trying to hold your gaze. Getting frustrated at how ridiculous he was being, he shoved both the bottles off the sink, a single swipe of his hand sending them both flying, nearly shattering them.

“Hey! Don’t break those. They were a gift from my wife.” Micro shouts from the control room, and Frank leans down to pick them up, screwing the lid off one bottle blindly and tapping it on his neck. It smells fine, he doesn’t really care, but he hopes its the one you like. 

“Which one did she like?” Frank says, coming back into the main room, adjusting his tie. He hadn’t worn a suit like this in years, and as much as the tie felt constricting, and he had definitely filled out these pants more than he remembered, it felt good to be back in one. Catching his reflection in the mirror, he has to swallow hard, memories of the last time he saw himself like this, wearing something like this flooding his brain. He clung to the image of you, the promise of you at whatever fancy fuckin’ restaurant he’d finally made the decision to reserve, and the thoughts disappeared enough to hear a reply.

“Why? You trying to pick up my wife?” Micro spins around in the chair to face him, giving an approving nod at his appearance. Thats good enough for Frank.

“Already did. Remember?” He points at the camera where Micro would have seen him and his wife kissing, and the grumble that comes out of him makes Frank laugh. His phone buzzes on the table, and his smile grows when he sees your name pop up on the screen, telling him your about to leave. 

“Get out. Have fun on your big date. Maybe your incredible personality will be enough for her to overlook that haircut.” Micro spun back around, the sarcasm in his voice dripping through the insult, but Frank just laughs again, clicking the keys to the van. If he had a better ride than this, he would have offered to pick you up, done the whole gentleman thing, but you live right above the restaurant, and he had to admit he felt a little embarrassed at the thought of you seeing him roll up in this. 

Everything about you made him nervous. In a good way, he thinks. Starting the car and putting his hands on the wheel, he notices how sweaty his palms are. God, he’s acting like a fucking kid. You make him feel like just that, though. A kid, falling in love for the first time again, and thats what it was, for him at least. He’d been in love with you since he’d seen you that first night, taking on two guys with machine guns with nothing but your bare hands and a couple of shards of glass. You took them down with a class and expertise he’d only seen in the mirror, and the way you didn’t back down from him, didn’t question why he was there, just asked him to ‘Get out of your fucking way’. 

Sure, maybe not the most romantic of beginnings, but he never had to hide from you, from the start you saw all of him, all the fucked up, ugly parts, and still stuck around, and that meant more to him that he could put in to words. He pulls out of the garage he’s been calling home for the past couple of months, and sends up a prayer he doesn’t somehow fuck up the best thing he’s almost had. 

You have tried on every dress you own, but nothing works. Staring at the mess of about 30 dresses you accumulated for tonight specifically, a mix of clothes borrowed from your friends, ones you had worn to some weddings, and a few brand new ones, you suddenly felt like everything made you look like you were wearing a paper bag. You were a mess ever since he asked you out, nearly vomiting from nerves just hours before.

You have never acted like this, your life was one full of near death experiences, but tonight seemed like the most daunting one. Frank was just perfect, and you were so scared you were going to say something dumb, do something stupid, your hands were shaking and your stomach flipping like a rollercoaster. Ever since you had met him, there had been this underlying, flirty chemistry between you, but you knew his past and he knew yours, both of you never making a move until a week ago. 

                           * * * * flashback * * * *

It was the dead of night, and you were both holed up on the top of a roof, Frank staring down the line of his sniper, you eating some cold Chinese food that lost all its heat the minute you opened it, exposing it to the increasingly freezing wind. It picked up, making your hair fly wildly behind your head.

“Ten bucks you dont make this shot.” You said into the dark, only catching the glint of a smile on Franks face.

“No faith.” He mumbles, pushing his face hard into the lens of the sniper, and you could see the mark it was going to leave. Watching him shoot always left you in awe, but something was different about tonight, the way his mouth twitched as his focus fell around him like a shield, blocking everything out but him and his target. You found yourself wishing he would focus that hard on you, and as if he was reading your mind, he spoke. “Wanna make it interesting?”

“Whats not interesting about ten bucks?” You smile, and he shifts his body a little, not looking at you.

“Fine. Ten bucks, but I want something else if I win.” Your head tilts, and he still doesn’t take his eyes off the target. 

“Alright, big guy. Let’s hear it.”

“A date.” The wind whistles through your ears and you think you must of misheard him, but the physical reaction your body has, blood rushing to your head and your heartbeat so hard it moves your chest makes you think you didn’t.

“A date.” He makes a little ‘mhmm’ sound, moving the snipers stand to get a better angle. 

“What kind of date?” You ask, so soft your not sure if he caught it.

“A date. You in a pretty dress, I’ll wear a suit. Nice restaurant, walk in the park. The whole nine yards.” His voice is so deep, so sure of what he wants. Thankfully he isn’t looking at you, because your giant grin would give away how long you had been waiting him to ask. 

“Thats what you want?” You honestly just want to hear him say it again, and he obliges. 

“Thats what I want. A real date. No cheap take out food, no missions, none of that shit. Just you n’ me.” You have to turn away, bite your lip, dig your fingernails into your palm just to control yourself enough to reply.

“Make the shot, then.”

He fires as soon as you say it, and even you can see he made it flawlessly, straight through the eye as the body falls to the ground, your heart doing the opposite.

                       * * * * end of flashback * * * *

Finally, you just close your eyes and pick a damn dress, landing on a long emerald green one, shiny material reflecting under the lights in your room. You hold it against your hand and you notice how well the colour compliments your skin, and you hope its enough to keep his attention on you. Carefully sliding it over your already done hair and makeup, you quickly shove on some plain shoes that were covered by the dress anyways, and as you are flicking through some earring choices, you hear the beep of your phone and your heart stops, knowing who it is. He’s waiting down the bottom of your apartment building, he refused to let you walk to the restaurant alone, even if it was a street away. You live on a pretty fancy block, so the whole area was full of nice places to eat, not that you could afford to eat there, only getting the apartment in the inheritance your parents left you. 

Choosing some small gold hoops, you grab your phone and your clutch. You go to leave, but stop before you open it. Taking a deep breath, you try to convince yourself this is really happening. You have no idea where this night is going to go, but you know where ever Frank is, thats where you want to be. You psych yourself up like your about to go on one of your missions, and walk out of your apartment, taking the elevator down to the main lobby where you know he’s waiting.

Frank is a mess. He’s pacing a little, and the door guy is giving him a side eye so intense Frank is about a second away from knocking his fucking lights out. That is, until, everything melts away when you step out of that elevator, looking like something out of his dreams. He has to clench his jaw otherwise it would be hanging open, and he’s kicking himself because how did he not notice you hiding a body like that? He doesn’t know that name of that colour your wearing but its his new favourite, and he isn’t shy about the way his eyes scan your body, passing down over your hips and stopping to admire the sliver of skin that shows when you take a step, the slit in your dress practically calling his name. You stop in front of him, and he can’t find words. He is still taking in the sight of you, your body, every curve accented and soft and fucking gorgeous, and it’s only when he raises his head that he finds your eyes, still as pretty as he remembered. He swallows, and a small smile comes across your face.

“Hi.” You say softly, you two so close that its all you allow. Frank doesn’t reply, just lets his eyes drop down your body again. You feel like he can see through you, and you have never seen the look that glazes his eyes now. You hope thats a good thing. You aren’t exactly shy about the way you check him out either. He looks damn good in a suit, the pants tight and fitted, making his legs seem bigger than you remember. He towers over you and your face is in front of his tie, the tight collar filling your vision and imagination. Christ, you need to get a hold of yourself; the date hasn’t even started and your already picturing him naked. 

“You look..” he shakes his head and your smile grows. “You look like an angel.” Your mouth opens at his compliment, breath shaking as you exhale. You are reminded why he makes you so nervous, and you giggle under the pressure.

“You shaved.” You imagine him in the bathroom, carving away the stubble that you saw him with last, just for you. It takes a second, but he smiles and starts laughing with you.

“I did.” He offers you his arm and you take it way too quickly to be playing it cool, walking out into the night, head in the clouds and eyes on him.

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“Are you supposed to drink red or white wine with fish?” You peer over at Frank from your menu, and you are relived to see he looks just as confused as you.

“When it costs this much, you drink whatever the hell you want.” You raise the menu over your face to hide your laugh, but he doesn’t, and you relish in the fact that you get to see it. His smile changes his whole face, and it lights up his eyes in a way you haven’t had the chance to admire before tonight. Usually when you see him his face is either covered in blood or hidden in the dark, but under the orange lights of the restaurant, you can stare at him as much as you want. The waiter comes over to take your order, and you dont miss how respectful Frank is to him, smiling at him and handing over the menu, and you are so lost in your admiration that you miss the waiter asking you for your choice. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t catch that. What was the question?” They were both looking at you, and even thought the waiter was considerable older than Frank, they looked like they had already become friends, sharing a knowing look and you squint at Frank, suspicious. 

“I think the lady got a bit distracted. Is that right, sweetheart?” His leg touches yours under the table and your muscles seize in surprise, but they dont move away. You just nod and smile, and the waiter returns it.

“Your date has already ordered for you, but I was just asking for the wine preference. House red or white?” You look at Frank, who is no help, his eyes currently caught somewhere between your face and your chest. You remember what he said earlier, and decide to go out on a limb. 

“Do you have anything... pink?” You look up to the waiter, who just nods, answering in a ‘I know just the thing’ kind of smile and walks away. You look at Frank again, whos eyes have finally found your face again. 

“What?” 

“Nothing. Good choice.” You catch the smirk he tries to hide under his hand, and you wish you were closer. Maybe to swat at him for laughing, and maybe to do something else. 

“Hey! You said to get whatever I want, and what I want is pink, sugary wine.”He laughs now, eyes sparkling. “You will be eating your words when you try it.”

“I have. Its good shit, I wasn’t lying.” 

“Since when did the Frank Castle drink pink moscato in his spare time? I would have picked you for a ‘whiskey from the bottle, no ice ‘cause I’m tough’ kind of guy.” The waiter returns, filling your glasses with the pretty pink liquid, and Frank hands the first glass to you, your fingers brushing his when you take it, and the fire his accidental touch leaves behind makes your heart ache. He raises his own glass, and replies before taking a sip of his own.

“Guess you dont know everything then, huh?” You squint at him again and drink your own glass, the alcohol simmering in your empty stomach, and you aren’t sure if the blush that spreads over your cheeks is from the alcohol or the way Frank leans back in his chair and looks at you, assessing. 

You both talk about your days, Frank making fun of the way you still eat fruit loops for breakfast every morning, and you being genuinely shocked that he spent three hours cleaning guns, as if anyone would need to spend that long on cleaning a weapon. Conversation flows as naturally as it always does, and the nerves begin to settle under the pink wine in your stomach. This is how it feels to be with him, like its the most natural thing in the world, and you begin to scare yourself by how much you are leaning on this working out. It was a bet to him, after all. Wasn’t it?

Frank can’t believe his luck. He’s sitting in the fanciest restaurant he’s ever been in, eating a giant lobster that probably cost more than his watch, and the attention of the prettiest girl in the room is on him. You had taken his breath away when he saw you, and he instantly felt like he didn’t measure up, but the way your eyes raked him, the way you were so lost in him you didn’t even order for yourself, wrapped up in whatever thoughts your imagination stirred up made his ego soar. 

The things he would do to get inside that head, to see what you were thinking about him. About this. He only bet you this night because he had no other idea how to break that weird wall he’d built up between you. The night wasn’t even over, and he’s finding himself worried about it being over, and never getting to take you out again, missing the chance to have his hands on you again, be so close he could smell your perfume, feel the heat of your breath on his cheek when you spoke. It set him alight, made his blood burn in his veins, rushing and sparking. He stares up at you, digging in to your meal, and he can’t help it.

“I meant it, before. You look damn beautiful in that dress.” You nearly choke on the food you were swallowing, the compliment feeling so much more intimate, packing hundreds of nights with words left unsaid behind it. 

“You look good, too. Never seen you in a suit before.” You smile, taking a big gulp of your drink, Frank filling up your glass attentively when you finish. 

“Job doesn’t really call for it.” You cant help the laugh that tumbles out of your mouth, and a slightly proud smile washes over Frank. “Wouldn’t mind if you wore that dress next time, though.” Your eyes wash over with surprise and a little bit of something else, the leg Frank has stretched out under the table moves to slide against the outside of your thigh, and you suppress the shudder his simple touch draws from you. 

“Maybe I will.” You say from behind your wine glass, biting you lip, and Frank opens his mouth, but is interrupted by the waiter taking your empty plates.

“Are you planning on ordering a dessert?” He asks as he stacks the plates, and Frank looks at you, letting you take the lead.

“Yes, please. What do you have?” You grin up at the waiter and he leans down, hiding his face from Frank.

Frank is now the one left in the dark, and as the waiter gets a little closer, Franks leg instinctively slides closer to you. He is not jealous, thats ridiculous. You weren’t even his, this was one date, but God how he wanted you to be. Then he wouldn’t have to push down the urge to grab your hand, thread his fingers between your own, kiss you nice and slow over the table and make everyone here know you were with him and him alone. The waiter leaves and Franks eyes follow him, making sure the smile on his face was only a professional one.

Franks legs have one of yours between them, and every time he pulls his chair in a bit or slides down to get comfortable, he inches tortuously close to you, and you know you wont get what you desperately want here, or maybe at all. Part of you wants to take it slow, if you get to take it at all, but another part thinks both of you have waited long enough, fought hard enough that you shouldn’t deny either one of you what you want any longer. It doesn’t help that his tie has come a little loose, sliding to the right and you can now see the trail of buttons down his dress shirt, every inhale making a little bit of skin show, taunting you.

The giant Sunday bowel lands in between you, and when you look up at the waiter and smile, he gives you a little wink, and you notice he only left one spoon. Looking back at Frank, you can tell he’s picked up on it too, ever the observer. He picks up the spoon, swirling it around and picking up some of the ice cream and chocolate sauce. You lean over the table and so does he, getting as close as possible with the barrier in between you. 

“Tell me how it tastes.” He says, his voice low in his throat as he brings the spoon towards your lips. Opening your mouth you welcome the sweet taste, the cold ice cream and warm chocolate sauce a heavenly mix in your mouth, and you hum in approval, closing your eyes and hollowing your cheeks, making sure you get every drop.

Frank is going to give that fucking waiter his entire wallet as a tip. Watching you as your lips wrap around the spoon, taking it a little deeper than you probably need to, you put on a show for him as you take the first bite, and his pants become tighter than he thought possible. 

“So fucking good, Frank.” You take the spoon back into your mouth and get the rest of the ice cream. He is whipped now, and when a tiny moan escapes the back of your throat he nearly shoves the table out from between you and takes you on the floor. You pull back, reaching for it and scooping up the same amount.

“Your turn.” Frank opens his mouth, but he doesn’t take his time, doesn’t close his eyes to enjoy the taste. No, he keeps his eyes on you, making sure you see how his tongue flicks out and takes the spoon in his mouth. He swallows, and with expert precision he cleans the spoon, within seconds letting it drop out of his mouth, perfectly clean. “Did you even taste it?”

“Sweet.” He says, but his eyes aren’t on the ice cream. You take a big scoop and keep your eyes on him as you eat it, letting the ice cool down the rush of heat his eyes send into you. A little bit of melted ice cream falls form the corner of your mouth, and Frank catches your chin in his hand, so fast, like he was waiting for it. 

Swiping a thumb up and over your mouth, he takes the spoon out of your mouth and his thumb continues across, cleaning your lips of any scarce part of mess. You think you might pass out, but when his hand leaves you and he takes his thumb into his own mouth, sucking the taste of the ice cream and you onto his tongue, you’re pretty sure you actually do pass out. 

“Like I said. Sweet.” he smiles innocently and scoops up some more ice cream, putting it back to your mouth, and you open immediately. “You like that?” Nodding, your thighs go to squeeze together but you forget that his leg is already between your own, and instinctively he reacts by using his other leg to keep the pressure on. No one can see under the table, so when one of his hands brushes against your bare knee, hardly even touching you, you practically pant under the mouthful of ice cream he feeds you. 

Frank can’t help it, he thinks he will tear this restaurant apart if he doesn't touch you, any part of you in that moment. He lets the pads of his calloused fingers reach out and touch the soft skin just above your knee, and he can feel himself slowly losing that composure he’s worked all night to keep together. Removing the spoon from your mouth again, your eyes flutter open and find him, your cheeks blushing red.

You both stare at each other, Frank finishing the last of his wine as he signals for the waiter. You reach for your bag, ready to pay at least some of this extremely expensive bill and get out of here, at least get yourself some fresh air so you can focus on the rest of the night, but when you look up, Frank has already signed the receipt.

“Frank. I could have paid, really. You didn’t have to...” His eyebrows cross in confusion.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He shrugs him off, and as you thank him, you look over seeing he left a very large tip, smiling as he writes a little ‘thank you’ on the bill. Frank gets up and offers you a hand which you take and dont let go of, letting your fingers intertwine.

Walking out of the restaurant, you have no idea where you’re going but you don’t care, you would walk all the way across New York if it meant Frank would keep holding your hand.

“I wanna show you somethin’, okay?” He murmurs in your ear, the hot kiss of his words making you shiver, realising how cold you are. Without saying anything he slides off his jacket and, unlinking your hands he slides it over you, wrapping his strong arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. You slide your arm around him, and you feel his muscles flex under your touch just for a second, and then relax. He kisses the top of your head and you hide your face in his shirt. This was so different than any other night you’ve spent together, but some how it feels so much better, it feels right. 

Frank feels at peace. It takes a lot for him to feel relaxed, to even fall asleep these days, but right now, with your arms wrapped around each other, nothing has made him this mellow in a long fucking time. Rounding a corner, the noise of the street disappears, the trickling of the river you finally reach the only sound.

“Holy shit.” You breath, taking in the sight in front of you. You dont know how deep into the park you are, and you had to go through a gate that Frank locked behind you to find it, but the river looks clean, the stars reflecting perfectly in its still water, ripples from the tiny waterfall at the peak the only disturbance. You dont realise Frank had stepped away from you until he comes back, his arms spinning you around to face him and pulling you against his chest.

“Hi.” You dont know what else to say, and he exhales and that famous side smile grows on his face. “This was worth the ten bucks I lost.”

“Yeah?” You nod, and he laughs.

“I think I might bet you more often.” Testing the statement, you want to see how he reacts. Is that all this is to him? The way his body reacts tells you it might be more, but he’s so damn hard to read, you need to hear him say it.

“You don’t have to bet me to take you out, sweetheart.” There it is. The air changes, and you dont feel cold anymore. You slide his jacket off your shoulders and it hits the ground behind you, his hands coming up over your shoulders, ghosting your collarbones, giving you goosebumps.

“No? What should I do, then?” Your voice shakes when you ask, because one of his hands is on the side of your neck and his head starts to dip, the promise of his mouth on you makes your core tighten.

“You just have to ask. I’ll do whatever you ask.” His face drags away from your neck, and you nearly whimper at the loss of the almost touch. He looks at you, its so overwhelming and suffocating and you want to drown in what you feel. 

Your hands come up and play with his tie, loosening it a bit more, and Frank swallows. He’s waiting for you, like he did all night, like he always does. Even on a mission he lets you set the pace, him taking care of anything you cant handle, but you want to handle this, you want this.

“Please, Frank.” His hand moves from your neck to your face and forces you to look up at him. 

“Please what? Whatever you want, sweetheart. Say the words.” Your eyes close because you dont think you can look at him and say it.

“Kiss m-” He crashes against you and the wind leaves you in the best way, tasting him just as desperate as you are. He tastes like pink wine and chocolate; you cant get enough of it. Its fast paced and dizzying, and he takes a couple of steps forward, lifting you off the ground with one arm, just so you dont have to walk yourself, and stops when he presses you against the tree. The bark digs into your back a little but you dont care, the hand on your hip sliding up your body, exploring while his tongue does the same in your mouth is enough to cover the pain.

Frank is lost. Lost in the taste of you, the feeling of that fucking dress over your body. The only thing stopping him from tearing it to pieces is the fact that he wants you to wear it everywhere, all the time. His hands grip and pull at you and when they slip around to find your ass, the moan that you whisper into his mouth makes his head spin. The cold air seemingly doesn’t hit either of you, panting hot air makes little clouds of fog in between you when you finally tear yourselves away from each other long enough to get a breath in.

His hands dont stop touching you, the one on your ass slides up your back, pulling you off the tree so you are pressed flush against him. Your hands slide down from his neck and do a little exploring of your own, dragging down those abs that you’ve dreamt about touching for months. Your fingers feel every ridge and bump through his dress shirt, and you close your eyes, imaging whats underneath. 

“You have any idea how many times I imagined your hands on me?” You didn’t realise Franks reaction to your explorative touch, and when you look up his face is in ruins. His eyebrows are bunched together, eyes closed and his mouth is open slightly, trying to suck air in but he can’t focus on breathing. You love that you have this effect on him, and your hands find his face and kiss him again.

This is slower, more like a conversation that a declaration. You listen to what he wants, his tongue sliding deeper into your mouth and you let him take control, silently desperate for him to overwhelm you. You know how turned on you are by the shiver in your body and how tight your core is, but when his hand finds the skin of your upper thigh, the dampness in between your legs is evident to even you. 

Frank feels like he has to tie himself down to take this slow. He wants you to be comfortable, but the sound you make when his hand slips inside your dress, not even touching you makes him bite the inside of his mouth so hard he tastes blood. His face is an open book, every twitch of his mouth a tell of how bad he wants to ruin you for everyone else, make sure there isn’t a night where you dont lay down and think of him, so you are in just as much agony as he is when you aren’t with him. He pulls away from your lips but is quick to find your neck, instantly zoning in on that sweet spot, marking you with soft scrapes of his teeth and tongue, biting and soothing over and over. The hand in between your legs presses on your inner thigh, a silent instruction and you follow, spreading your legs a little wider. He leans you back against the tree and his leg comes between your thighs, your entire heat against him.

“Fucking hell.” You moan out, unable to stop the way your body moves slightly against his leg. He moves closer and takes more of your weight on top of his thigh, only adding to the pressure and relief. You are so turned on you think you might come just from this alone, but its when he starts talking you know you are fucked.

“That feel good, baby?” He purrs into your ear and you moan and nod in response. His hands come to your hips and he moves you, grinding you against him. Sparks explode in your entire body, and your head rolls forward to rest on his shoulder. He grinds you against him again, making you whimper his name, pleasure making your hips jerk on their own.

“This is all I was thinking about in that fuckin’ restaurant, you know that? Wanted to bend you over the table and have you make those pretty little sounds in front of everyone.” He nudges your head up with his own and kisses your mouth again, swallowing every moan with eager force. 

“God, F-Frank. Why didn’t you?” You would let him do anything, anything right about now, even if he fucked you in front of a thousand people, you wouldn’t care as long as he was there. This seems to catch him off guard, both of your eyes meeting, his expression slightly less dazed than your own.

“Would you want me to do that? My sweet girl, wanting me to fuck her in front of all those rich assholes. Make them wish they can have you.” You just whisper his name over and over as he drags you against him again. You can feel the pressure in your stomach growing and the dampness of Franks pants increasing, but its still not enough, so you reach your hands out and find his belt, undoing it without dropping his eyes.

“Wanna feel you, too.” You kiss his jaw, then his nose and he nods against your forehead. Your hands dives into his pants, and although there isn’t a lot of room for movement, and your hand is dry, the sound that comes out of Frank is strangled, and his hands push your hips forward, pressing your heat almost directly against his erection.

Its the hottest thing he’s ever seen, you grinding yourself against him, hasty and desperate to wrap your hands around his cock. He loves every fucking second, the slight pain that your soft hand drags up his dry length makes him shake under your touch, and everything in his body contracts and relaxes when your thumb brushes over his tip. 

“Fucki- shit. Shit you feel so good. You drive me fuckin’ crazy.” He kisses you everywhere, your face, your neck, forehead, collarbone, anywhere his lips can reach from this angle, like every part of you tastes different and he needs to experience them all, all the time. It sends you spinning under him, and his constant grinding against you paired with the twitch of his cock under your hand pulls you closer, the tightness in your core so close to snapping you think you might cry.

“Frankie, p-please. M’gonna cum, please.” His hands dig into your hips and keep their pressure on his thigh, and your hips start jerking to speed up, simultaneously speeding up your hand on his dick.

“You’re fuckin’ desperate, ‘ts so fucking sweet. Gonna make me cum too, baby?” Your mouth drops open, no longer able to control yourself and your head leans back against the tree, your chest pushing out in Franks eye line.

“Yes! Fuck, need it so bad p-p-” You cant form any more words as Frank attaches his mouth to your tits, biting and sucking, vibrating moans coming from him as you work him in your hand. You go faster, gripping him tighter and trying to reach every part of him you can, and you can feel him tightening under your touch. You look down at him and see the marks he has begun to leave on your cleavage, a bright purple hickey obvious under the soft moonlight. There would be no way to hide what he did, and that thought sends your eyes rolling back in your head.

Frank knows your close, his hands doing all the work as your own does all of his. He doesn’t know where he is finding the strength to stand, your hand feels so soft and perfect against him he never wants you to stop. He kisses you again and cant take it anymore, pulling his leg out from under you and shoving his hand under your dress, sliding two fingers inside of you, thumb drawing slow circles on your clit. You instantly tighten around him, and he curls, hearing your strangled cry as a green light he’s working you just right. He knows he wont last much longer, and wants to make this as fucking perfect for you as possible before he loses himself.

“S’ fuckin’ perfect, baby. Gonna cum with me like a good girl, yeah?” You nod and can only say his name. “Thats it, say my fuckin’ name.”

“Frank! Frank, F-Fran-k!” Whatever he wants you will do, and your entire body is on fire.

“You’re mine. You know that? Mine.” He whispers in your ear and you can hear him struggling to keep it together. 

“Yours. I’m yours, Frankie.” You say each others name in unison and you feel him flex under you as you both finally cum at the same time.

Its intense and a feeling so all encompassing that you think you black out for a second, and Frank loses his grip, both of you starting to slide down towards the floor as you struggle to keep your hold on each other. You keep stroking Frank in your hand and he stays inside of you, neither of you wanting this to end. Your hand loses its grip when he hits the floor and smashes his lips to yours, a brutal force that makes you whimper, surrendering to him completely. 

He takes your bottom lip between his lips and pulls, making your eyes open only to roll back at the feeling of him. He flips you off the grass and puts you on top of him, both of you panting. He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and brings them to his mouth, eyes on you and breathing hard through his nose.

“Sweet.” He says and your jaw shakes watching him. His hand comes around to the back of your head and pulls you closer, just shy of his mouth. “Your turn.” Then his lips find yours and he makes you taste yourself. Your tongue searches his mouth, wanting to taste the mix of him and you together, the best thing you’ve ever had. His hand comes to your throat, pulling you down onto him harder, and the slight lack of oxygen makes you shiver. That and the freezing grass under your bare shins.

Frank notices and as much as he wants to fuck you right here in his lap, more than he wants anything, he wants to take you home so he can take his time and explore every single curve of that fucking body under that dress. 

He presses a final kiss to your lips and stands with you, allowing you to find your feet before doing up his belt. He finds his discarded jacket and hangs it over your shoulders before looking you over, watching you try to smooth out your hair.

“You look so fucking gorgeous, you know that?” His hands smooth out the creases in your dress and pulls it slightly so the slit hangs straight over your leg. While you watch him, its impossible to ignore the giant purple hickey on your left breast, and he doesn’t miss it either. He leans down to kiss it.

“Sorry.” He mumbles against your skin, pressing light kisses back up to your face, where you take his in your hands and shake your head.

“Dont be. I like it.” His eyebrows go up, and he smiles a little.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Want people to know I’m yours.” He groans and presses you against him, and you have a feeling if you dont start walking now you will never leave this park. 

You drag him by the hand towards the gate and he takes two steps and catches up to you, swinging his arm lazily around your shoulder. He leans on you as you both walk through the park, walking so much slower than on your way.

“That was a pretty spot.” You break the happy silence you were walking in.

“Hmm.��� He bends and mumbles against your shoulder, kissing it.

“How’d you find it?” 

“Chased a guy through there once. Held him down in the pond.” You burst out laughing, half in shock. “What?”

“You took me to somewhere you killed a guy on a first date?” You are still laughing, shaking your head at his fucked up logic. He just shrugs.

“He didn't die there. Went to hospital, died of complications.” You just roll your eyes.

“So romantic.”

“You said first date.” He says and you look up to him. “That mean I’m gonna get a second?” Again you look to the floor, the mere idea making you nervous all over again.

“If you play your cards right.” He clicks his tongue, and then scoops you into his arms, carrying you bridal style through the cascading trees of the park.

He doesn’t need to play anything, you knew there would be a second, a third, and how ever many dates he would take you on. You knew from the moment you saw that twinkle in his eye there was no way you were letting him go.

Frank, on the other hand, knew straight away, and there will never be enough restaurants in the world for the amount of dates he will take you on, but covering New York was pretty good start. 

[chaeryybomb]

╰ the SOUR series ˚₊·

heavily inspired by olivia rodrigo's debut album "sour". the sour series is a collection of eleven stories based off each track from the album. featuring your favourite boys from stray kids, nct dream and enhypen, with you as the main character. follow the series as it shows you different aspects of your relationship with these nine boys.

(HIATUS)

BRUTAL with yang jungwon from enhypen

" GOD , IT ' S BRUTAL OUT HERE ! "

they told you these were the golden years, but to you "golden" was a rusting metal spray painted yellow. the story of a seventeen year old trying to survive high school when all you do is try your best. but your best friend jungwon makes it worth the while.

TRAITOR with lee heeseung from enhypen (PART 1)

" GUESS YOU DIDN ' T CHEAT , BUT YOU ' RE STILL A TRAITOR . "

you thought lee heeseung was the best boyfriend you could ever wished for. but they did warn you about long distanced relationships. at first, you convinced yourself that it was just your insecurities taking over. but your gut feeling has never been wrong.

DRIVERS LICENSE with lee heeseung from enhypen (PART 2)

"HOW COULD I EVER LOVE SOMEONE ELSE ? "

still freshly out from the breakup, you find it hard to move on from heeseung as the memories of the both of you start to occupy your mind.

1 STEP FORWARD , 3 STEPS BACK with na jaemin from nct dream

" DO YOU LOVE ME , WANT ME , HATE ME , BOY ? "

you don't understand your relationship with jaemin. one moment you're kissing him and the next you're screaming at him. were you friends or lovers or enemies? you just don't understand.

DEJA VU with hwang hyunjin from stray kids (PART 1)

" EVERYTHING IS ALL REUSED ! "

at a party with your friends, you stumble upon your ex hyunjin and his new girlfriend. you listen in as his new girl bragged about how unique hyunjin was, you couldn't help but laugh.

GOOD 4 U with hwang hyunjin from stray kids (PART 2)

" YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO HURT THE WAY YOU KNOW THAT I DO ! "

angry with the stunt you pulled at the party, hyunjin pulls you aside to settle some "misunderstandings". and you decided to make it clear about how you actually feel about him.

ENOUGH FOR YOU with park sunghoon from enhypen

" I DON ' T WANT YOUR SYMPATHY , I JUST WANT MY SELF BACK . "

dating the park sunghoon was a dream come true to you. you followed him around like a lovesick puppy and changed yourself to your liking. but somehow you were never enough for him.

HAPPIER with lee jeno from nct dream

" SO FIND SOMEONE GREAT BUT NOT SOMEONE BETTER . "

you had feelings for your best friend jeno since forever but you were always too scared to tell him. and he now he finally got himself a girlfriend. you wished him the best, you really did. you wished that he was happy with his lover but not happier.

FAVOURITE CRIME with han jisung from stray kids

" ALL THE THINGS I DID JUST TO CALL YOU MINE . "

they told you he was bad news and they warned you to stay away. you wished you had listen before you gave him your whole heart.

JEALOUSY , JEALOUSY with huang renjun from nct dream

" I THINK TOO MUCH ABOUT KIDS WHO DON ' T KNOW ME . "

jealousy is an ugly disease but you can't help but let it take control over you when everyone seemed better than you. renjun makes it his mission to cure you of this disease.

HOPE UR OK with lee felix from stray kids

" GOD , I HOPE YOU ' RE HAPPIER TODAY . "

you met up with your old friend from your hometown and the two of you sit down to talk about the old days. at the mention of your first love, you can't help but wonder if he was okay.

© chaeryybomb 2021

a/n: lol hi I'm back from hiatus with a new series because miss olivia rodrigo created a masterpiece. stream sour y'all <3

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And if I can send other I'd like one with Kota and Eri from My hero academia with Eri being the ler and the starter is: "Good morning Kota~ let me hear your giggles"

Cute!!! I don't think I've written for Kota yet- this was really fun to make! I hope you like it friend!

“Good morning, Kota!” Eri cheered sweetly as she skipped over to her friend. “How are you today?”

“Eh…go away.” The mentioned boy turned his body away, crossing his arms and pouting angrily into the distance. “Leave me alone.”

The horned girl rolled her eyes, biting down a sigh. This had become routine since Kota arrived at U-A. He’d moan and groan about being there, act like he didn’t need anybody, and push everyone and anyone away. Anyone else would have given up by now, but Eri would often find him subtly looking on as the others hung out, a lonely expression in his eyes.

He wanted friends- he just didn’t know how to approach anyone.

“Koda…” She bent down so he could look at him, lips starting to curve when he blushed and looked away, scooting his body so his back was to her once more. Eri giggled. “Come on, Kota!” Feeling mischievous, she dropped her hands to his sides, poking gently into his ribs like the many days she did before. “Let me hear your giggles!”

“Ah! Ehehheri! Nohohoohooho!” Kota jerked forward with a squeak, elbows pressed to his sides protectively as he squirmed. “Doohohohohohn’t!”

“Don’t what? Don’t tickle you?” She teased sweetly, grinning when he couldn’t hold back his mirth. Soft breathy laughs and giggles poured from his smiling lips, cheeks blushing a rosy red as Eri found all the sensitive spots along his ribcage. “Ehhehehhehehehhehe! Gahahhahahahaha Ehhheheheheheheheri pleahahhahahahse!”

“Hehe, okay!” She giggled, pulling her hands back and sitting on her heels, eyes dancing with glee as Kota doubled over, gasping for breath between residue cackles. “Hehe, you got a cute laugh, Kota!”

“Ehehe…huuuhuhuhsh!” He grumbled, only making her smile more. A thought suddenly came to mind. “Eri…come here.”

When the girl did, he grinned, raising his hand and-

A squirt of water shot out and sprayed her, making the girl jump back with a squeal. “That’s what you get for tickling me!” He declared, shooting to his feet and running for his life. When he looked back, Eri was hot on his trail. “Get back here, you jerk!” She cried with mock fury, laughing the entire time.

That day, Kota made a friend.

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Hi! I love your work and I’ve been binging it for a while! <3 I was wondering if I could have some angst and a broken heart since it seems I like to suffer. ;’) Can I have headcannon with an insecure adventurer reader who’s in a relationship with one of the Mondstadt boys (or just the dark night because I’m down bad since he didn’t come home). They are insecure because while they are a great adventurer, ever since the traveler came, they’ve been living in the traveler’s shadow with everyone, even possibly the readers lover, praising the traveler. The reader takes on increasingly difficult missions, even putting their life on the line since they feel as though they have to prove themselves. In an attempt to stop the reader, the Mondstadt boys tell the reader that they aren’t the traveler, but instead of the good intent behind it, the reader takes it as if their lover prefers the traveler and decides to try and give up adventuring since they realized that not once did their lover go on an adventure with them, but they did with the Traveler. This was long, I’m sorry, but feel free to reject it! Stay safe and healthy!

hey!!! a few little notes: i ended up going with just diluc and instead of hcs, i wrote a little one-shot. i hope you enjoy it and i hope i nailed your idea lol <3 enjoy! (requests are open)  also: u will pull diluc!!! and thank u for ur support :3

before reading: 1.8k words, little mentions of blood but nothing graphic, kinda angsty w feelings of despair (tw?? idk), under cut for length

The first time you realized you had fallen into Lumine’s shadow is when your weekly commissions are given to her. Jean didn’t give you much explanation when she sent you home for the day but you could only assume it’s because Lumine could do them better

The second time is when you were absent for a weekend to clear out Hiluchurls from Wolvendome and when you returned back to Mondstadt to share the news, everyone was preoccupied helping Lumine find her brother.

The third time is when, despite your tireless efforts to protect your hometown this year, Lumine was chosen as the Windblume Star.

You had gone from the Knights of Favonius' greatest knight to a mere shadow. Your accomplishments and achievements felt like nothing when compared to Lumine’s and you became desperate to be known again. You watched your teammates pick Lumine over you, choosing to accompany her on adventures, and your friends constantly chatting about how amazing she was.

And, well, she was.

Lumine was beautiful. She was delicate and soft and fought gracefully, while you often came home covered in dirt or blood. And she was kind - so, so kind. She offered her hand to you on multiple occasions, never once seeing you as the threat you saw her as. And beyond her looks, Lumine was passionate and strong and everything you were not. She had everything you had and more except for one thing.

Diluc.

But when you saw Lumine sitting at the bar in the tavern, sharing a daring story with your boyfriend, you became doubtful.

From your seat on the second level of the tavern, you had a perfect view of the pair. Diluc looked happy - perhaps even happier than with you - and your heart broke. Would Lumine be the end of an era between you and Diluc? You loved Diluc to death and all you wanted was for him to be happy.

The truth was, you were running out of patience, running out of fake enthusiasm and fake laughs and fake smiles when Diluc bragged to you about what Lumine did that day. The constant praises and compliments towards a woman who wasn’t even in the room tore you apart bit-by-bit. You were finding it harder to get through each day as Diluc slipped through your fingers.

When you finally broke your silence, you talked to Kaeya.

It was an accidental breakdown - Kaeya had made a cheeky comment about how his brother was spending an awfully lot of time with the traveler and you just broke down. Realizing the severity of the situation, Kaeya pulled you into his office and closed the door. He let you sit at his desk until you calmed down.

“What’s going on?”

So, you told him. You finally let out the bottled up despair and, frankly, jealousy you had been holding in for the past few weeks. You told Kaeya about how you went from ‘hero to zero’ and how you didn’t even deserve to be a knight anymore.

“If I’m not a knight, I don’t have a purpose,” You said solemnly. “I haven’t picked up my sword in a month, Kaeya.”

Kaeya makes a noise of acknowledgement and urges you to continue.

“And I can’t stand how she’s better than me! I’m the Revolutionary Knight - not her!” Despite your angered words, you’re suppressing panic deep in your chest. “She’s already taken so much from me and she’s going to take Diluc.”

“Diluc loves you,” Kaeya reassures you. You’ve never heard his voice this soft and serious before. “Nothing Lumine can do is going to make Diluc ever stop loving you.”

Deep down, you knew that. You knew that Diluc loved you and planned to marry you one day, you knew that. It was just hard to convince your heart of that. As you stared down at the floor, you heard Kaeya sigh.

“Maybe you just need to show him you’re just as good at Lumine.”

That night, you packed a bag before Diluc got home from the tavern and left for Liyue. You would fight the Cryo Regisvine and bring back Diluc a hoarfrost core. He would see your heroic nature and forget all about Lumine - they all would.

***

When Diluc came home that night to find your absence, he began to worry. You were never one to leave without saying anything so Diluc rushed to the Knight’s Headquarters quickly. He was fortunate that Jean and Kaeya were still there finalizing some paperwork.

“Master Diluc?” Jean asked, rising from her desk as Diluc rushed inside her office. “Is everything alright?”

“Y/N is missing,” He said quickly.

“Missing? Are you sure?”

“Yes! They never go anywhere without telling me,” Diluc continued. He noticed Kaeya avert his gaze and snapped his eyes over to his brother, “Kaeya, what do you know?”

“I may have told them to do something heroic to win you back,” Kaeya said, realizing his idea may not have been the best.

Diluc’s eyes widened, “Win me back?”

Kaeya sighed and explained what was going on with you. Diluc’s heart dropped into his stomach and he couldn’t believe how stupid he had been. He should have been praising you, not Lumine. “They mentioned something about the Cryo Regisvine-”

Diluc didn’t let Kaeya speak another word before he took off. You couldn’t have gotten that far and when Diluc noticed the darkening weather, his feet picked up their pace.

***

A fierce gust of wind made you cover your face with your arms. Out of nowhere, it started pouring rain but you wouldn’t let that stop you. You pushed through the impending storm and made your way down into the cave where the ice monster lived. You gripped your sword tightly as the monster sensed your presence and unraveled, turning the downcoming rain into shards of ice that landed on your skin like needles.

Without much delay, you charged the Cryo Regisvine and landed three hits on its corolla before one of its leafy arms wacked into you, sending you hurdling backwards. Your sword was knocked out of your hand and you struggled to catch your breath.

More sharp icicles pierced your skin and a spray of freezing air coated your skin. Yet, you still managed to grab your sword and stand. Your hobbled toward the monster again and when the same leafy arm came towards you, you slashed at it.

The monster let out a screech and retracted itself before slamming it’s head down towards your body. You dodged the first hit but were caught off guard when the second hit knocked you off your feet. You barely had time to roll away when it slammed it’s head down a third time.

“Y/N!”

Diluc surged forwards, grabbing your arm and forcefully pulling you to your feet. Your sword became lost from your hold and the sudden movement caused the blade to scrape down your leg before clambering to the ground again. A nasty gash was left and you seethed.

He couldn’t even think as he pulled you away from the monster. You had never seen Diluc move so fast. He didn’t let you go until you were both far enough from the cave to feel secure. Diluc’s arms wrapped around your shoulders tightly and you were too stunned to say anything.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Your mind felt foggy. You tried to open your mouth and speak but no words came out.

“Do you realize how dangerous that was?”

“I just...Lumine…”

Diluc pulled back at this and stared in your eyes. You couldn’t quite match the emotion on his face. “You’re not Lumine!”

His words cut deep and you felt tears soak your eyes. Maybe if your head was clearer and you could actually hear your thoughts, you would have realized Diluc didn’t mean it that way. But the only thing consuming your mind was that he was right. You weren’t Lumine and you would never be Lumine. “I know!” You cried out suddenly, “That’s why I have to go and kill that thing! So I can give you a hoarfrost core and you’ll love me again!”

Diluc only looked at you. His hands ran down from your shoulders to your hands and he brought your left hand to his lips. You heard him sigh before kissing your knuckle gently.

Your wet hair was dripping water down your face in freezing cold droplets. At that moment you felt useless. You weren’t able to fight the Cryo Regisvine and bring Diluc a hoarfrost core. He would leave you for Lumine and there was nothing you could do about it.

“You’re hurt,” Diluc said, motioning to your leg. In your desolate state, you had forgotten about the gaping wound on your leg that was pouring blood. “Come on - we’re going home.”

You were too upset to protest and let Diluc maneuver your body onto his back. You loosely wrapped your arms around his neck and relished in the warmth his vision released. You held onto Diluc like it was the last time you ever would.

The walk back to Mondstadt was silent and when you two arrived at your shared house, Diluc let you down on the couch. You could only stare at your lap.

“I’m sorry,” You finally mumbled, “Next time I’ll finish what I started.”

“There won’t be a next time,” Diluc said sternly, “No way you’re ever going there alone again.”

Your face stiffened into annoyance. “I’m the Revolutionary Knight - I can do it.”

“No, you can’t.” His words seemed cold and unusual but they were coated in concern. Diluc reached up and cupped your face with his large hands. You tried to pull away but his grip was firm, “It’s okay.”

The situation was suddenly overwhelming and far too much to deal with. The tears you had been holding back tumbled down your cheeks and your words were choked between sobs, “Lumine is so perfect and I’m not...I don’t want you to leave me...I know I’m not good enough but-”

He stopped your rambling with a kiss. “Don’t ever think you’re not good enough,” He whispered, taking you into his arms. You hid your sobs in Diluc’s chest as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Eventually, your cries settled.

Diluc spent the rest of the night dressing your wound and laying with you in your bed. He didn’t stop comforting you until every horrible thought about yourself was gone from your mind. In the morning he would talk to you more but for now, his job was to make you feel strong again.

And it would take a while but one day you would come to realize that you were just as good as Lumine and no one could truly compare to you. Like the storm on that horrifying night, this too would pass.

[matsbarzal]

Could I request fluff #6 with Jack Hughes?

fluff #6. "you've been my best friend for 10 years, why not change it to husband and wife?"

pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader word count: 1.4k

It was always easy to love him. It was easy to love the friendship he initiated all those years ago, and it was even easier to admit your love bore a little deeper when he admitted his feelings were more than friendly about you. A decade long friendship had blossomed into something more, and it was something neither you, nor Jack had any arguments against.

Jack always brought up your ‘friendiversary’, and you couldn’t help but get a laugh out of the pure joy he always bestowed on you every time he mentioned it. The new kid in school accidentally exploding his yogurt tube all over his desk partner was probably one of the funnier ways to begin a lifelong friendship that would eventually blossom into more.

“So, how are we celebrating a whole decade together this year? Should we go get frozen yogurt? Maybe we can make a re-enactment of what happened in middle school? We could make it a whole thing, make a tiktok about it and everything,” you could feel your eyes rolling involuntarily at his words, shooting Jack a glare from across the room.

“We’re not doing anything that involves yogurt.”

“Not even something sexy?” Wigging his eyebrows at you, your hand immediately reached for the pillow beside you to whip at your boyfriend.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Lil’ Jizzy,” groaning at your words, Jack plopped himself on the couch beside you, instantly pulling you into his side.

Shrugging his shoulders at you, you could see him googling friendiversary ideas out of the corner of your eye. “Babe, we don’t even have to do anything. We could cuddle up and order food and just watch a movie or something, it doesn’t have to be anything special.”

“It’s our ten-year friendiversary, baby. We can’t just do nothing. I’ll figure something out, don’t worry. You’ll love it.”

It would be hard to admit that a trip to Florida in the middle of the season was what you were expecting from Jack. He had practically thrust the tickets into your hand, informing you that you had less than three hours to pack, all while giving you a list of the specific outfits he wanted you to bring.

You knew almost immediately that Jack had definitely not planned the celebration alone, just by the Airbnb that you pulled up in front of. First, you didn’t even realize he knew what an Airbnb was. Second of all, there was no way Jack Hughes had managed to find a place this gorgeous on his own.

Shooting a message to P.K. was your first priority, knowing full well he was the likely culprit behind the gorgeous booking in front of you.

“Okay, so I have a full itinerary. Tonight, we’re just going to chill, relax, get situated, maybe break the house in, you know… the usual stuff,” ending his sentence off with a wink, Jack grabbed your hand and pulled you along behind him.

“Tomorrow we’re going to head out to the marina that I don’t know the exact name of but will figure out and we’re gonna spend most of the day on the water, and then dinner… obviously. Sunday, you have to plan. I’ll pay… but you have to plan.”

Giggling into his ear as you pressed your body closer to his to press a gentle kiss on the nape of his neck, Jack tilted his head to the side with a small grin plastered across his lips.

“Sounds like the perfect weekend, baby. I think we should probably get started on your plans for today.” The grin never left his lips as he whipped around to press them to yours, his body moulding against yours easily.

The next day came quicker than you were expecting, Jack picking out your outfit as you picked his. That was something you both just found easier; there was no one else you would ever let pick your outfit, Jack just… knew you. He knew your style, knew what you did and didn’t like, knew what would fly and what wouldn’t. Small things like that with him were easy, everything was easy when it came to him.

“Well, don’t you look sexy. Damn, I’m so good at picking your fits. Should I quit hockey, maybe get into fashion? You could be my main model, baby.” Laughing as he wrapped you up in his arms with a smile, his happiness infectious.

Shaking your head against his chest, you peaked up at him from between his arms. “I don’t think you should quit your day job, maybe get some pointers before you start making drastic decisions like that. Can’t use you as my future trophy husband if you’re going to up and quit the job that makes you that.”

Pinching your side gently, Jack just smiled as he pulled away and interlocked his fingers with his.

It didn’t take you long to get to the marina in the car he had rented, everyone greeting the both of you politely as they directed you towards the boat Jack had rented for the day. You almost stopped in your tracks when you observed the setup on the boat; a picnic basket set up, non-alcoholic champagne on ice, fairy lights adorning the inside edges of the boat.

“Damn, I didn’t read the fine print when I booked. Just said I wanted the closest setup to an anniversary they could get, guess they went all out,” popping his hip into yours gently with a beam.

“Jack, do you even have your boating license?”

Eyeing the steering wheel with a curious look, you turned towards your boyfriend just in time to see him roll his eyes and glare at you playfully. “No, this place just let a random guy with no boating license rent a boat. Obviously, I have my boating license.”

Rolling your eyes back, you tapped his side as you made your way to the small seat next to the drivers. It only took a few moments to get out from the dock, far enough away that you and Jack could have some privacy without being too far and worrying how you were going to get back.

“Do you remember the first day we met? Other than when I accidentally exploded my yogurt tube all over you? You told me that boys were icky, and all they did was ruin everything,” nodding your head with a loud laugh, you let your mind wander to your first few years with Jack.

“Crazy how things have changed, huh? I remember going home that night and telling my mom I needed to get those stupid yogurt tubes so I could hit them against the desk and do what you did to me, she said no real quick.”

Smiling softly towards you, you could see the love in his eyes the way he looked at you, the softness that crossed his features every time you were on his mind or in his sight. It had been the same look he had given you since you both were fifteen, Jack never having eyes for anyone except you.

Standing up and holding his hand out, you took it and allowed him to pull you from your seat and towards the picnic basket and bottle of champagne.

“It always makes me laugh; I told my mom back when I first moved from Sauga to Michigan that I wasn’t sure how I was going to live without you. She said you’d always be there, even if you weren’t physically there. Pretty sure that was when I realized you were more than just a friend to me, then I moved and wasn’t sure what’d happen. Never really thought we’d get here, honestly.”

Sighing as he sat down, Jack gestured for you to sit in his lap, both of your legs extended out in front of you as he ruffled through the picnic basket beside him.

“I say it a lot, but I’m so glad you sprayed that yogurt all over me. It sucked, but I don’t think we’d be where we are without it,” nodding his head gently as he rested his cheek on the top of your head.

“You know, you’ve been my best friend for ten years, why not just change it to husband and wife?”

Swivelling around to look at him, you almost cried when you saw the little black box in his hand, his eyes glistening at he looked at you. Moving so he was directly on one knee and not sitting, your hands instantly pressed to your mouth.

“I’ve had this thing sitting around since my first season. So, I guess what I’m trying to say here is… I’ve been so grateful for your friendship and your unconditional love these last ten years, so how about we make it forever? Will you marry me?”

You couldn’t contain your body flying towards him, the aggressive nod of your head the only answer he needed.

note: so sorry that this is so late, but i hope you enjoy!! thank you so much for requesting. and yes i did steal mitch marner's proposal idea for this thank u very much simply bc i have reason to believe jack would too