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mavrintarou · 4 months

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[Daddies in December] Namikaze Minato

I am on a roll! Lol. Not Haikyuu but... you have to admit, Minato is quite a daddy. Not how I would have liked to write my first story on Minato - it is dark (well, I consider his behavior dark).

Warning: manipulating Minato, explicit pregancy smut. If you're new, this is my third day writing a Daddies in December - check out Akaashi and Sakusa in my masterlist :)

For the last ten minutes, Minato observed Y/n sleeping peacefully, even after a night of lovemaking in the early hours. His fingers gently caressed her cheek, and he smiled whenever her brows furrowed, drawing her closer to his comforting arms.

He tightens his arms around her, molding her body into his as he rests his chin on the crown of her head.

Y/n let out a soft sigh, wrapping an arm around his waist.

I’m never going to let you go, he thought to himself.

He will live with the sins of breeding her to keep her by his side. That was the only way he was sure he could tie her to him for life. He knew Y/n was loyal and dreamed of a family. Who would be best to make that happen? Him. She did not realize it yet, but he was the best thing she had and he was the only thing she needed. Together, they will raise their child and live happily.

He kept track of her monthly cycle, timing her fertile days and the day she ovulated to ensure an almost guaranteed pregnancy. He then monitored her symptoms, kept a close on her, and continued to shower her with affection.

When he would feel her hesitate or feel her feelings and affection change, he would reel her back in.

Who was there for her when the pipes in her apartment building burst? Him.

Who was there for her when a stranger tried to rob her? Him.

“Stay close to me, Y/n. I’ll protect you. Only I can protect you.” He cooed, calming her down.

A month and a half goes by and Minato continued to pay close attention to her body, seeing if his cum had taken place but Y/n showed no signs of being pregnant.

He wasted no time fucking her at any chance he got. He punctured all the condoms he purchased with a needle, even a few times just in case.

Minato was becoming possessive by the day and all that was on his mind was Y/n.

He had accidentally slipped, scaring her.

“You’re supposed to be mine!” he shouted, angry that Y/n could not understand why he wouldn’t allow her to go out with her colleagues. He quickly tried to apologize, turn the tables that he was just insecure because he didn’t trust her male colleagues to not make a move on her.

He could see it in her eyes as she tried to play it off that it wasn’t a big deal but he knew Y/n, he knew she was plotting to run.

Run from him.

And he wasn’t going to allow it.

But this one time, he did. He knew he would get her back soon enough.

He let her go for a week, it killed him. Minato kept a close eye on her, hired someone to keep a tab on her every move and to keep her safe.

Until the day came…

He smiled as he opened the door, seeing a complete mess Y/n. “Come here, baby.” He opened his arms and she crashed into him, finding peace in him.

The words she said to him over the phone repeated over in his head, “I’m pregnant, Minato… what do we do?”

“We’re going to get married,” he responded with a firm yet gentle tone. “I am committed to doing the honorable thing – marrying you and ensuring that you and our child bear my last name.” She opened her mouth to protest when he pressed a finger to her lips, “it is the right thing to do for our child, we must think about them now, not us.” Knowing he was right, he pulled her into his arms, “leave everything to me. Everything will be alright. You just worry about staying healthy for our baby.”

He moved Y/n into his condo, remodeling his place to accommodate a child.

“Everything I do is for you and baby,” Minato whispered, tilting her chin and pressing his lips to hers. He smiled when she kissed him back, hungrily.

Y/n mumbled something and wiggled in his arms, trying to put space between them.

“What?” he asked.

“Too hot…” she repeated, still half asleep. “Too hot…”

Minato clicked his tongue and loosened his hold on her as she rolled around in his arms, away from him. She kicked the comforters, exposing her naked body.

His morning wood had been aching and he has been putting it off.

Scooting closer, he spooned her. His hand reached around and between her legs, a satisfied smile on his face as he felt how wet she was considering he had wiped her down.

“Y/n,” he cooed, slipping a finger into her heat.

“No – no more…” she tried to push his hand away, yet her thighs closed in.

“I need you,” he whispered, lifting her leg to slide his cock in between her thighs. Her soft whimper was all he needed to know that she was giving in to him. “I need you, badly… please?”

She looked over her shoulders, “be… gentle…”

Pressing a kiss to her naked shoulder, “promise.” He shift her half on her front side and moved behind on top of her. Bending her leg, he guide his cock into her wet pussy.

He could never have enough of her.

He rocked slowly, reminding himself to be gentle.

Minato reach to massage her tit, before spreading his palm against her belly.

When he first met her, he knew she was his. She was already beautiful to his eyes but with the glow of her pregnancy, Minato vowed he was going to keep that glow in her.

If that meant he would keep putting a baby in her, he would. She glowed so beautifully.

“Mina…” she reached for his arm, “f – faster…”

“You said you gentle…” he teased, snapping his hips. He lift her leg, hooking it over his shoulder.

“Gentle and fast…”

“And deeper?”

“And deeper.”

Minato nipped her ankle, and gripped her thigh, holding it in place as he rocked deeper into her. His thumb found her swollen clit and began rubbing.

“No – no… I’ll cum…”

“That’s the whole point,” he chuckled, he too was close to cumming. Y/n tensed and twisted her body, cumming on his cock as he fasten his hips until he ejaculated.

He pressed a kiss to her ankle, the fresh teeth mark before setting her leg down. Leaning over he pressed a kiss to her lips, “good morning.”

. . .

E/n: This man... nothing edited, just whipping these at the moment.

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moriartyluver · 1 year

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HEY HEY HEY!!

i absolutely loved your beauty is terror boo on Wattpad and when I found out I did tumble, I rushed over here to find you.

anyways can we please have general dating hcs for Dazai?? Thank you sm in advance please marry me

A/N: thank you for your request nonnie! Took me a while to do this so I’m sorry

Character(s) :Dazai Osamu x reader

Format: headcannons

Genre: fluff

Prompt: general dating hcs

Warnings: general Dazai behaviour. Might be OOC

• Dazai Osamu was a strange man. Nobody knew what was going on inside that strange head of his. Not even his family or friends.

•I'd imagine you would meet him while attempting to commit suicide, hopefully trying to stop him. He's definitely like you since you had met.

•I think if he truly liked someone romantically, he's definitely be a bit shy about it and although he'd rather be more than friends, he's happy to be there for you.

•once you realised you liked him, you'd probably start realising that he didn't treat you the same way he did other people.

•Dazai would be scared of getting too attached to you. He knows that one day, everyone will leave. Nobody stays forever and he'd rather not witness you leaving him.

•he's already lost odasaku, I think he'd be really upset about possibly losing you too.

•he'd be desperate to impress you though. As soon as you'd walk into the agency's office, hems stop clowning around and show off his deep and amazing concentration skills.

•he'd also magically have money for food whenever you would be hungry with him.

•(he defo stole it from kunikida though.)

•He'd probably have planned out a very nice confession. If you're into mind games, he'd definitely have you go on a scavenger hunt of some sort but that's just what he had planned

•i think that he wouldn't actually do a fancy confession in the moment.

•ANGRYYY CONFESSIOONNNNSSS

•I love angry confessions.

•He'd definitely get upset about you doing something and there would be a small argument between the two of you and then you'd pull the "why do you even care?" Card.

•he'd be a bit surprised you had said that, seeing as you had a pretty good friendship. He'd say exactly that.

“-But you're willing to betray your friends. Why cant you just let me do this one thing-"

"-Because I love you!"

•(squealing)

•he'd go on a rant about how much he wants you with him but he's scared about what could happen to you.

•as much as he is smart, he doesn't expect you to feel the same.

•so when you meet his lips with yours, naturally he's very surprised.

•as for actual dating headcannons-

•wouldn't really flirt with anyone after you got with him. Actually, when he realised he liked you, you noticed that he had slowly stopped flirting with random women and asking for them to join him in a double suicide.

•the Ada isn't surprised. Everyone knew dazai liked you and they were relieved that you finally knew too.

•if you're a calm and responsible person, everyone's glad that dazai has you to keep him in check. I think he'd be more into that kind of person to be honest.

•they'd probably be a bit like "him?! Fr?!" Especially kunikida. Every time dazai does something stupid, kunikida goes to you and is like "how tf do you cope with that man? You need him on a leash"

• if you're a bit more extroverted and chaotic, Dazai wouldn't mind at all. He liked having someone with more energy than him. No matter how you're like, he will love you no matter what. The ADA and everyone else thinks you're a match made in hell.

•I feel like dazai wouldn't move in straight away but he'd have this thing where he'd use every excuse in the book to go to your place and cuddle with you before you fall asleep in his arms, before the two of you eventually decide to move in together.

•and it was unexpectedly expected.

•this man is a HOG. He is the worst roommate eveerrr.

•you'd be tidying up after him so often omg.

•living with him is fun though because he's quite a playful partner to be honest.

•teenage girl type of slumber parties, pillow forts, tickle fights. You name it, he'll do it.

•if you ever share a bed, he'll stretch out so much while you sleep that you tumble out of bed and wake up to hitting the cold ground.

•yet somehow, when you wake up, it's impossible to pull yourself away from his grasp.

•DATE IDEAS

• library dates. Definitely.

•imagine shopping at a supermarket with dazai. It'd honestly be so fun.

•coffee dates.

•he'd sometimes just be like "yo you wanna go out?" And you and him would just walk around Yokohama, exploring for a few hours straight.

•icecream dates. He definitely is a massive icecream fan.

• He's very affectionate in both private and public. The former is a lot more intimate and vulnerable though.

•sometimes dazai would just plop himself down onto your lap while you try working in the office.

•kunikida has tried to pry him away from you multiple times so you don't keep getting distracted by the brunette who would be hugging onto you like a koala and just mumbling on about his day while hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

•he also will hug you when he sees you, no matter where. That's just how he greets you. Also would give you gentlemanly hand kisses and kiss your forehead.

•if he ever gets jealous, he'll probably hug you by the waist and glare at the man or woman who seemed to be looking a bit too long and hard at you.

•he liked kissing you at the most random times just to see your adorable surprised expressions.

•in private, he is alot more affectionate. People like to say he'd be really handsy public and although I don't think he'd be shy to show how much he loves you, he's a gentleman who wouldnt just make out with you in the office of the detective agency in front of everyone

•as I was saying, in private hes a lot more vulnerable when he shows his affection. Whether it's hugging you from behind while you make breakfast or letting you kiss his scars underneath his bandages.

•he loves you alot and if anything ever happened to you, he'd be so mad. He'd get thorough revenge and everything.

•please give this man the love he deserves. Idc what he does I love him

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jongseongsnudes · 2 years

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fourteen.

warning; 😵😵😵😵 1.5k words. (there is a lot of dialogue in this chapter but it is definitely necessary!)

masterlist.

“the wedding will be held in 3 months from today. preparations for it have already begun,” the man sitting across from you tells you calmly, “we will have a formal dinner with mr and mrs choi next week so you can meet them.”

“i- i’m sorry... what?”

“yes darling,” mr park chuckles in his fatherly tone, a tone that used to make you feel so happy to hear, now only scares you more than anything. “yours and beomgyu’s wedding. mr choi and i have decided on a good date.”

you waited for someone to speak after the awkward pause, but no one said a thing. nothing. your initial thought of this all being a very unfunny joke was slowly fading, like the smile on your face, everything now becoming too real for you to even fathom.

... but it couldn’t be, could it?

your wedding?

“my- my wedding?!”

“i know i haven’t proposed yet, but i’m working on it,” beomgyu chimes in from your side, his face lit up in complete smiles, “i’ll make sure to plan something unforgettable.”

that wasn’t even the problem!

you glance around in disbelief, your mind unable to wrap around the fact that you were getting married to a man you hardly even knew... and in three months! beomgyu must’ve noticed your silence, the man reaching over to hold your shaking hands in an attempt to calm you. but you were anything but calm.

“i hope you both can get more acquainted during this time and build a relationship before the wedding. it is what mr choi and i truly hope for.”

after what seemed like ten hours hours (which was only about 30 minutes), lunch finally comes to an end with you following mr park out to his waiting car. instead of having beomgyu drive you home like you had initially thought, mr park had offered to take you instead.

settling beside him in the backseat of his car must’ve been the most nerve wracking thing you’ve ever experienced. even though this man was technically your step father, your family, you in no way felt that way.

“i hope you can keep this from sunghoon for now,” mr park says as his eyes busily scan through some files.

“yes... mr park,” you can’t help but think about last night’s fight, sunghoon’s last words screaming at you from the back of your head. - stay the fuck away from me - those words had bothered you all day. living with sunghoon has been difficult from the start but last night’s fight seemed to be it for you. you can no longer live with him. “can i please ask you something mr park?”

“yes darling, of course.”

“about living with sunghoon... is it possible to... move somewhere else?” your fidgety fingers and stutters made it clear that you were a nervous wreck, something mr park had immediately caught onto, “i don’t mind where, i can even work to pay for it while i study.”

“is he giving you a hard time? would you like me to speak to him?”

“no- no! it’s not that!” you were quick to protest, the last thing you wanted was to further ruin their rocky relationship that had gotten worse lately... seemingly because of you. “i just... don’t want to disturb him and his life.”

“i will look into it and let you know when i find a suitable place for you, okay?”

“yes... thank you mr park.”

you’re not sure how long you spent staring blankly at the television screen for but it was only now you realised it wasn’t even on. a lot had been on your mind since the morning, the word “wedding” the only thing repeating over and over. it was something you just couldn’t wrap your mind around, something you couldn’t believe was really happening. to you!

perhaps you could busy yourself for the rest of the day, maybe a walk in the park, maybe go shopping for a new phone. whatever it may be, was better than mopping around in sunghoon’s apartment. the last thing you needed now was to deal with sunghoon coming home, seeing you and then getting mad again.

*ding*

shit! he’s home before you even had the chance to leave!

not wanting to bump into him, you get up and quickly make your way towards the bathroom when a hand suddenly grabs onto your arm, yanking you back. the harsh pull has you instantly losing your balance and falling back into his chest, giving him the chance to grab both of your arms to make you face him.

“ow sunghoon-”

“are you fucking out of your mind!” the man’s intimidating face is way too close to yours for your liking, so close that you could feel the rage radiating from his body, “why did you go with him? have you not learnt your lesson!”

“sunghoon- let go-” you were struggling, his grip around you now so tight that it seemed impossible to escape, almost suffocating you at this point. “w- why do you even care what i do? i can go wherever i want-”

“cut the bullshit! i have never met someone as dumb as you! do you not fucking think before you do-”

“you’re the one who told me to stay away from you! it- it’s what i’m trying to do!” your eyes go wide at the realisation that you had just talked back to sunghoon without any sort of alcohol in you and for it to be so natural. you’ve definitely become more gutsy living lately. “sunghoon let go!”

never have you screamed so loudly at anyone before, let alone at the park sunghoon. his cocked brows tells you that he’s just as surprised as you were at your outburst, if not even more so but you couldn’t care less at this point. you’ve really just had enough of this man always treating you like a rag doll.

and to your surprise, sunghoon really does as asked, both his arms retracting back to his sides as he glances away from you. he’s still obviously angry, his heaving chest and loud sighs the proof of that but your screams seemed to have knocked some sense into him.

“i... i already spoke to mr park, he said he’ll look into another place for me. so you don’t need to worry about me being here for much longer,” you turn to walk away but your step brother reaches out again, gripping his fingers around your wrist to pull you right back to him.

“you spoke to my dad? when? what did he say? what did he say to you!”

“nothing,” a part of you contemplated whether you should’ve told him the truth about the wedding plans, but that would be defying mr park’s words and of course... cause more chaos between them two. “we... we just had lunch.”

“right, lunch. my dad isn’t someone who has casual lunch for fun. what did he say to you? it’s something about you and beomgyu isn’t it?”

every part of you is shaking, intimidated by the fuming sunghoon who stared down at you with a gaze you’ve never seen before. yeah you’ve seen him angry on countless occasions before but never has he been this angry. like he could explode any second now and your next sentence was the sole decider of that.

“n- no-”

*ring ring ring*

with an annoyed grunt, sunghoon pulls out his phone and immediately sighs at the name on the screen. this definitely can’t be any good.

“yes?” you’re not sure who is on the other end but you assume it’s mr park, judging by the clear frustration in sunghoon’s eyes. the same eyes he has whenever he speaks to his dad. “ah right- for a second there i thought you actually wanted to spend time with your kids but then i remembered that you had this family man image of yours that you needed to show. whatever.”

even though the conversation was not directed at you, you chose to stay quiet anyway, especially when sunghoon was looking this mad. but instead of telling you the contents of the phone call like you had expected him to do, sunghoon hangs up the phone and turns to walk away from you.

“we are leaving for japan tomorrow morning.”

“wait- what? we?” your legs unconsciously try to follow sunghoon but the man’s long legs had helped him turn the corner before you could even finish your question. “sunghoon! hey- hey-”

with how quickly you were going, you weren’t able to stop yourself from bumping right into sunghoon once you turned the corner, not really expecting him to be standing there. but he was, and here you were, running right into him.

“sorry-”

“why do i always need to repeat myself with you?”

the coldness in his tone and the disgusted gaze in his eyes reminds you of the day you moved into his apartment. it’s a day you don’t ever want to remember yet somehow... everything feels like it’s that day all over again.

back to day one.

just like the current relationship between you and sunghoon.

end.

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nebulablakemurphy · 9 months

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Way Down We Go (Part 1)

Daryl x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Daryl follow a dead end that leads them to wash up on the shores of France. While their daughter takes an impromptu trip to the big city, in hopes of saving her childhood friend.

Word comes in the evening, Maggie was raided. They took all the grain, supplies and Hershel.

“What do you mean they took him?” Carol says, keeping her voice down, so that her granddaughter doesn’t catch wind.

“Exactly what I said, Carol. They scaled our walls and took my son.” Maggie hisses, through gritted teeth. She hasn’t slept in days, hardly in the mood for small talk. Dog comes trotting down the stairs to say hello. “Where’s Y/N?” That’s why she’s here.

“She and Daryl had a lead, wasn’t supposed to be this long of a run but…”

“How long’ve they been gone?”

“Two weeks,” Carol admits, “going on three.”

Maggie nods, “you’re here with Sophie?”

“Sophie’s here with Sophie.” The girl in question, waltzes into the room. Scaring the living shit out of both the older women. “I’m eighteen now, no more babysitters.”

“What about Dog?” Carol arches a brow. “If we’re going on a recon mission, we need a dog sitter.”

“What kind of recon mission?” Sophie wonders. Is it my parents?

“Hershel was taken,” Maggie informs her. “I have a map, I’m gonna follow it. Stop for backup along the way.”

“I’m in.” Sophie waves a hand. “Let me run Dog over to Judith and grab my guns.”

Carol presses her lips together to conceal her grin. Her granddaughter is a piece of work, but she couldn’t be more proud.

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“I’m pregnant.”

Two little words changed Daryl’s life forever.

“Ya sure?” That’s all he can think to say at a time like this.

“Yeah.”

“We keepin’ it?”

“Would that be ok?” Y/N asks, wringing her hands.

“I’ll be here.” Daryl nods.

He wasn’t the type of person to fantasize about meeting someone, getting married or having kids; white picket fence didn’t seem like the life for him. He never believed in love, not really. The only kind he’d seen was violent, loud; a screaming match, a lash from a belt. Then suddenly love was real, and he was in it. With a girl who might’ve been more afraid to admit it than he was.

Y/N grew up watching her father beat the ever loving shit out of her mom, for the smallest of things. Sometimes, the things he was angry about had nothing to do with her. But Ed always found a way to justify it. Carol had Y/N fresh out of high school, she didn’t really have a choice but to stay with him. At least that’s what she thought back then. One daughter turned into two and she was stuck.

In a lot of ways, the whole apocalypse thing saved Carol. Saved her from who she was and who she was going to be if she didn’t get out.

“They say if you grow up with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house.” Y/N tells Daryl one night, out of the blue.

Daryl grunts, around a mouthful of food. “Let me know when ya find ‘em, I’ll kill ‘em.”

And that was it. Y/N let him in. Let him close. Daryl let her know him in a way no one else did, or ever would. She traced his scars, with careful fingertips. But her scars were harder to navigate, no telling when Daryl might skid across one he couldn’t see, buried deep beneath the surface of her heart.

Eventually he learned what was safe and what was off limits. The subjects she would broach with gritted teeth and tears in her eyes. Love scared her, terrified her even; but it was real and she was in it.

The second that little girl was in their arms, the world shifted. Anything and everything revolved around her.

“Daryl?” Y/N whispers, as not to wake him if he’s sleeping. It’s her watch and technically nothing has happened.

“Hmm?” His chest rumbles beneath her head.

“I think we need to keep moving.” She leans up slightly to stare down at him, on his back with one arm tucked under his head, in their makeshift bed.

“Sum’ happen?” He blinks at her.

“No, but something feels off.”

“Ya mean how they never got a straight answer ta nothin’, an’ more interested in where we came from than where we’re goin’?” He says, tapping restless fingers against her lower back.

“Yeah.” Y/N breathes, keeping their conversation private.

Daryl nods his agreement, “a’ight. We’ll head out in the mornin’.”

There’s rustling outside their sleeping quarters. A tarp strung up between two trees with a tore up sleeping bag underneath. The crunching of leaves, snap of a twig beneath the sole of a shoe. They’re not alone.

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Now this ‘backup’ they’re stopping for, is on a wanted poster. He looks the same as he did seven years ago, when he left. Negan.

“This is the backup?” Sophie scoffs, grabbing at the paper. “Wanted by the New Babylon Marshals, for murder… Must be a change of pace for him.”

“What do you mean?” Maggie asks, her eyes still trained on the road, as she presses down harder on the gas.

“Being wanted,” Sophie quips.

Carol lets out an involuntary chuckle.

Maggie does not seem as amused.

“What makes you think he can help anyway?”

“The men who took Hershel…they whistled. Just like he used to. Scaled our walls, stole from our rations, just like Negan. They know ‘em.” Maggie is sure of it.

Finding Negan is easier said than done. But eventually they track him down in some shady motel, behind a dive bar. Money isn’t worth much these days, but still, there are things that people want.

Negan runs, that’s what he’s good at. He’s got a girl with him, probably around Hershel’s age. They run them down on the side of the road. Maggie jumps out, holding a knife to his throat.

“Thought you were better on your feet.” Maggie remarks.

Negan only smiles, “good to see you too.”

“We need your help.” Sophie jumps out of the cab, wasting no time on whatever this is.

“Well I’ll be damned. Is that little Sophie?” Negan squints in her direction.

“Don’t call her that.” Carol brushes off her pants, “she’ll bite your head off.”

“Where’s the folks?” Negan asks.

“Out.” Sophie snaps.

“When the cat’s away, the mice will play. Huh?”

Part 2

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devilmayfamily · 2 years

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School vs DMC Boys

Summary: Because the fall school season is closing in and some of you may have already moved into your college/university dorms, I present to you all, the DMC boys vs you having to leave for school

Dante

"You have to leave?!", Dante whines. "You leave all the time Dante", you reply. "For like, a few days", Dante counters.

He'd rather have you home and will fight with you about it until the day you go

Helps you pack even if it means your a step closer to going

"You can always come visit", you say. "Dont give me that kind of permission", Dante replies.

Actually. Dont. Mans will be there every day to check on you until someone or yourself tell him he has to stop and leave

Has tried to bargain with you

"How about we live together in (enter where your college is). We can get an apartment or do couples housing", Dante says. "Dante, you barely have enough money to pay rent here. Besides, couple housing is for married couples", you reply. Dante:*slowly gets on one knee* "DONT!"

Seeing you get into the van all packed up makes him proud and sad at the same time. He loves seeing you go after your dreams but hates he has to stay behind this time.

He pulls you in for one last hug. "Write me, call, anything", he says. "Was planning on it", you reply, hugging him just as tight as he was you. You give the devil hunter one last kiss before jumping into the van, Nico driving you off.

Vergil

"You have to leave? Yes, I suppose that makes sense"

He keeps it in how much he's going to miss you

Helps you pack, always double checking things

"You're sure you have everything?", Vergil asks. "Im sure babe", you reply.

Has secretly packed you a William Blake book so you having something that reminds you of him

And some tea because he knows if he doesn't you'll waste so much money on coffee

"You could come visit", you tell him. "Visit? That does sound nice"

He visits once a month, taking you out for lunch or just sitting and reading with you in the surrounding parks or libraries

No one messed with you before, but now no one really messes with you after seeing that cold Vergil stare

Right before you have to leave, Vergil pulls you aside to say his own goodbye

"I will miss you my dear", Vergil says. “I’m going to miss you too Verg", you reply. You pull Vergil into a hug, tears brimming in his eyes. He clears his throat, trying to get rid of them. "I suppose you must start heading out", Vergil says. You sadly nod, looking back at the van. You give Vergil a kiss, running into the van before you cry in front of him.

"Crying Verg?", Dante asks. "No, just dust", Vergil replies, wiping at his eyes. Dante smiles, giving his brother a pat on the back. "You'll see them again"

Nero

"L-leave?"

He's like a kicked puppy like his uncle

Becomes super clingy in your last few days

"Nero, I have to pee" "But I only have these last few days to be by ur side!" "5 seconds Nero!!"

Sure it can be annoying but you wouldn't trade it for the world

He does come visit often but not as much as Dante would. Maybe once a week at least

Blue anthropomorphic wings has never scared college kids more in the their lives

"Nero you scared him", you chuckle. "He needed to get a run in today anyways"

On the day you have to leave, Nero is constantly going where you do; to the room, in the kitchen, on the couch, he's everywhere

After everyone has said goodbye to you, Nero pulls you in for a hug, blue wings also accounted for

"Im going to call every day", Nero says. "I know you will", you reply. "And we will have to talk for at least an hour", Nero adds. "And if we cant?", you ask. "We make up for it next time", he replied. You smile up at the goof. "I'll be back before you know it, dont worry", you say, ruffling Nero's hair. You both laugh as Nero attacks you in kisses before loading up into the van.

"Haha! You have to live in some crummy ol' dorm room!", Griffon squawked out. V held onto the birds beak, fighting the bird to shut up

Griffon is gonna make as many jokes as possible about you leaving. They wont cross any boundaries but they will make you roll your eyes at the bird

Shadow gives you extra loving on the coming days of you leaving

V is helping you pack (when you aren't laying under Shadow)

He packs you all kinds of tea when you're not looking

"Who's this in the picture y/n?", your roommate asks. "That's my boyfriend", you reply, smiling fondly at the photo sitting on your desk. You were able to get a photo of V just admiring the world around him.

You brought a few photos of V and you to have as decor. It didn't help that V was the first to sneak a photo in your suitcase

V comes by once a month to take you out and away from studying all the time. He understands it's important but so is your mental health (get some rest guys)

Everyone on campus is curious about your mysterious boyfriend but Griffon is good at keeping them in line

Speaking of Griffon, the bird can't not visit you

He jokes about you being away but he secretly misses you a lot too

He visits almost as much as Dante would

"Griffon, you can't be here", you scolded the bird. "Who said so? I'm just checking on you", he replied. "That's what you said yesterday", you reminded him. Griffon didn't answer, just snuggled up next to you.

Your poor roommate had to get accustomed to a giant bird coming in through the window almost every day very quickly.

On the day you had to go, all the familiars were out, hugging you and saying goodbye

Nightmare doesnt want to let you go but knows he has to

"Alright you three, they got to go", V says to his familiars. They whine but return to their master nonetheless. "We will miss you", V says, finally able to say his own goodbye. "I know you will", you reply. V pulls you in for a hug, one you know you'll miss. Reluctantly you let go of the man, getting one more kiss from him before jumping into the van. Griffon flies along side the van just to make sure you get there safe.

#dmc5 #dmc #devil may cry 5 #dante dmc5 #dmc nero #dmc vergil #dmc5 v #dante x reader #vergil x reader #nero x reader #v x reader #im not ready for college

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wisteria-cherry · 9 months

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forty days and forty nights (day four!)

(i am like zooming here. nonstop writing. cant stop wont stop. slave to the grind.)

(on another note, dollar signs look weird on tumblr. $$ the line is all slanty.)

(read them all here!)

“dear?” you snapped back to attention at the sound of mrs. hatsugawa’s shaky yet relaxing voice. oftentimes the old woman called you over to talk when you weren’t too busy. oftentimes you found yourself going to her yourself.

“yes, mrs. hatsugawa?”

“you keep looking at the clock, dearie. is something the matter?”

“oh, no, mrs. hatsugawa,” you shake your head quickly. “everything is fine, i’m sorry. i’m just distracted.”

“you’re waiting for that boy,” the old woman observed keenly.

“i’m sorry,” you apologize again. she wasn’t wrong, after all. “i really don’t mean to give the impression that i don’t care about our conversations.” mrs. hatsugawa was silent for a moment, looking at you thoughtfully.

“you’re in love.” she decided. you look at her kindly. she was old, and, although it was mean to admit it, somewhat senile. she often said odd things like this.

“mrs. hatsugawa, i’m not in love. i’ve only known him for three days. besides, he’s not my type, you know that.” you replied gently. you preferred kind, sunshine-y types, ones that really showed that they cared.

“back when my husband was alive…” mrs. hatsugawa began, and you fell quiet, knowing that even if you interjected she’d continue anyway, pretending not to hear you in the sly way old women tended to do. “…my kazuo… he worked long hours. but he would get home at the same time every day, and i knew that time. i got antsy once it neared, and i couldn’t focus on a thing, because i was so excited to see my kazuo. i would always greet him with a hug and a kiss every day when he got home, every day for 62 years.”

“was that how long you were married?” you ask. you always enjoyed mrs. hatsugawa’s stories— her marriage, from what you gathered, was incredibly romantic. two people who absolutely adored each other. it was the sort of marriage you wanted to have if you ever got married (you weren’t sure yet, although your mother was increasing pressure on you to find someone). mrs. hatsugawa chuckled.

“oh, no, that’s how long we lived together. we were married for 64 years.” she answered.

“so you didn’t move in until you were married for two?” you tried again.

“that’s right.” mrs. hatsugawa smiled, but not at you. it was the sort of smile a person makes when they’re reminiscing; looking back at a better time in their live with nothing but love. “i was so scared to move in with my kazuo. i was a shy girl, you know.” you laughed at this. mrs. hatsugawa, although old and sometimes slow, would often spit out indignant curses whenever something bad would happen, like seeing a villain on the news.

“were you?” you asked somewhat skeptically. mrs. hatsugawa laughed, too.

��only around my kazuo. i didn’t care for anyone else.” she waved a hand. “but anywho, i was so scared to move in, but it was the best decision i’d made.”

“wasn’t marrying him the best decision?” you ask curiously.

“oh, no, dear,” mrs. hatsugawa shook her head. “that was a given. when you find the person you love in life, and that loves you, it’s only natural that you spend the rest of your life with them. that’s simply what you do when you’re in love.”

“a given?” you echo, and the woman nods.

“when you’re with the person you love, time stops, and you live forever.” mrs. hatsugawa said, although you got the sneaking impression that she wasn’t talking about the late kazuo hatsugawa anymore.

the movement of your lips that was going to become your reply was interrupted by the all-too-familiar jingle of the bells. you feel a smile creep up on your face as you stand up.

“thank you, mrs. hatsugawa,” you say, “but i have to serve this customer now.” mrs. hatsugawa gave you a knowing smile, even though you didn’t know what exactly she knew.

“alright, dear.” she said simply, returning to her oolong tea. you scurry up to the counter.

“the hell took you so long?” dynamight clicked his tongue at you. you were relieved to see that he seemed better than yesterday.

“sorry about that. i was talking with one of the customers, that’s all.” you smiled. “medium black coffee for dynamight?”

“just take my goddamn money.” dynamight impatiently tapped the bills on the counter. you did indeed ring him up as instructed, giving him time to sit in his seat. you gave him his coffee, which he went to sip, before stopping and looking up at you. you were watching him quietly, expectantly. you always tried to remember to give him a chance to actually drink his coffee before talking (it didn’t always work).

“…the fuck you staring at?” he spat. you quickly avert your gaze.

“sorry.” you apologize immediately.

“quit apologizin’. it’s annoying as hell.” dynamight rolled his eyes before sipping his coffee.

“sorry.”

“stop that.”

“i’m sorry!”

“fucking quit it!”

“so-“

“you say sorry and i’ll kill you.”

“that’s not very heroic.” you raise an eyebrow. dynamight scoffed.

“is too. i say it, and i’m the number one hero, a damn perfect example of heroism. that means it’s fuckin’ heroic.” he retorted. he did have a point.

“perfect, huh?” you hum, amused.

“yeah. you’re lucky i’m even in here right now.” dynamight informed you.

“and you’re not just here for coffee and a hiding spot.”

“i’m the great explosion murder god dynamight!” dynamight sneered. “i don’t hide like a little bitch.”

“the— the what?” you blink, totally confused at what seemed to be his hero name.

“great explosion murder god dynamight.” he repeated with a straight face. you had no idea how he kept such a straight face saying such a ridiculous name.

“that’s… your hero name?” you ask warily.

“damn straight it is. you got a fucking problem?” dynamight sneered. you exhale, not wanting to escalate the situation. you instead opt to lighten the mood.

“if that’s what i’m gonna be writing on your to-go cups, then yes,” you reply jokingly. dynamight rolled his eyes.

“i don’t get shit to go.”

“how come?” you ask curiously. dynamight bristled.

“because i just don’t! mind your own business.” he replied defensively.

“it’s okay, everyone has their preferences,” you say smoothly.

“so then fuck off and let me have mine.” dynamight sipped his coffee aggressively.

“of course.” you smiled.

“that’s… your hero name?”

“you got a fucking problem?”

“if that’s what i’m gonna be writing on your to-go cups, then yes.”

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kayleezra · 9 months

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Someone New (Part 2 to Someone Else) // (Marcus Pike x GN!Reader)

(not like the fun Hozier song unfortunately)

Word Count: 5,248

Warnings: nada unless you count angst and self-esteem issues 👍

Summary: so… I can’t thank those enough that hyped up the last part and thus encouraged me to write a second one! I truly had no intentions to continue it but then it was so well received I had to! If you’re wondering how I wrote self-esteem issues so well, it’s because I’m self-projecting 😌

AND I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG, LIFE IS A B!TCH (there will be a part 3)

I can be better. I can be whatever they need me to be. People will only stay if I create my worth by being useful. I can be useful. I am useful. I’ll become whatever people need. People deserve what they need, I’ll give that to them no matter the cost. I’ll be what you need me to be.

You want to sleep away from Marcus, you want to be alone, to be allowed the space to process what you’ve just been told. You find some solace on the couch but it isn’t far enough to allow yourself to cry. Marcus will hear, you don’t want him to hear.

Marcus lies alone, hating himself, not for telling you but for even getting distracted in the first place. Now the bed that’s usually warm and full of love is cold and he can feel your warmth pulling at him from the living room where you lie. After nearly an hour of tossing and turning, he gives up.

You can’t sleep, your mind is swirling with things you could have done differently. Should’ve dressed nicer for him, he always said he loved when you dressed down because it was your ‘truest self’ but looking back on it… he was probably bringing attention to it in hopes you’d notice and change it. Been more spontaneous and fun, why stay in and cook for each other when the whole world is just outside your door? You rip apart everything, everything he’s said or done. How long ago did this all start? How far back do you have to be unsure of his words and actions?

The hurricane of thoughts, slamming against the inside of your cranium, comes to an unsettling halt when Marcus enters the doorway. He looks like a mutt hoping to be adopted: scared, guilty and hopeful. And yet… when you see him… your chest tightens and your mind is screaming at you and at him to the point where your thoughts are incomprehensible.

“I know I don’t deserve… I-. will you please come to bed? I- I can’t sleep when uh- when the bed is just so empty and cold,” he looks at the ground and rubs his neck uncomfortably, “we don't have to cuddle or anything I just-” he scoffs at himself. He can't believe he got up and would ask you this. “You know what, forget I said anything,” he says before turning around.

You wanted to find solace alone but… you also don’t want to push him further away than he already is. So you get up from the couch and walk to the bedroom, once filled with dreams that you now know will never come true and thus the guilt that comes with it. Marcus is surprised by your appearance and clearly happy but he holds himself back he knows things aren’t the same and he doesn’t have the right to want you close. So he lets you lay in bed next to him with a distance that says ‘divorce parents’. You’re scared this is worse than the physical distance that distanced the two of you into separate rooms. So you move towards him… with a hesitation that says ‘happily married with 2 kids’. You’re scared of losing him and at this point will do anything to keep him so you sleep next to him as though nothing happened. You even bring your arms around him and hold him as if you love him the same, as if he still loves you the same.

You just have to pretend to be happy and then one day… you’ll believe it. If you just keep pretending that things are fine for you… then they will be. While also improving yourself to ensure Marcus stays interested, of course… but right now you play the part of pretending so that everything’s fine.

Just pretend that Marcus's touch doesn’t feel like betrayal. Just imagine that it’s yesterday and everything you thought you knew is still true. You’re happy and Marcus is happy and the two of you are happy together.

Emotional exhaustion is the only reason that you end up asleep. You didn’t feel tired, but then again a lot has happened in the last few hours that you didn’t see coming. You know you’re mentally and emotionally exhausted because you’re in bed with him. Because you didn’t stand for the one ounce of self-respect you have. You’ve imagined being cheated on and betrayed, how you’d calmly walk out and let their regret and sorrow eat them alive because you deserve better. But here you are, in the bed and arms of a man who just told you he’s interested in someone else.

Marcus doesn’t sleep. You didn’t calmly walk out but the regret and sorrow eats him alive all the same. He deserves it, he knows he does and he hates it, he wishes he wasn’t so stupid as to get distracted and hurt you because now he’s left with nothing but the mess he created. He’s confused, how could he love you and yet so easily get pulled into Teresa’s trap? He never questioned his love for you, you took up all the space in his mind so how was Teresa able to squeeze in? When he thinks back to when he and Teresa first met there’s nothing, just another co-worker. When did it become more? He remembers thinking about you when she spoke about being single, about how happy you made him. Then… he remembers seeing and talking with Teresa and only seeing and thinking about her. When did that happen? How did that happen? How could he let this happen? And yet here you lay next to him. He knows you’re only in his arms because you’re scared he'll leave because that’s basically what he said to you. He’s resurrected the evil voices that taunt your every being, the voices he helped you fight into submission, a battle that took you years. He’s broken every moral code, value and promise he’s ever made to himself and to you. By 3:00 am his grief eats him alive to the point where he can’t fight his exhaustion.

An uneasy anxiety wakes you, the time reads 4:42 am. You feel… different… cold and robotic. Numb. You’ve allowed yourself to take blame and create a solution that you can provide, it’s made you indifferent and detached. You're no longer a loving partner but an actor playing one, acting out the role perfectly but you can only act it perfectly if you don’t let your own emotions get in the way. You think about picture-perfect relationships, often subliminally misogynistic, and use them as your guide. You’ll get up and dressed and make breakfast, a big one, a big ‘I’m sorry’ movie breakfast! Marcus will be happy. You carefully remove Marcus’s arm from you. His touch isn’t warm, it burns your skin and feels like a lie. You breathe better without his arm on you, without him touching you but you don’t allow yourself to enjoy that freedom because you have a job to do. You shower, shave, exfoliate, wear perfume, do your hair and put on a nice not-so-casual outfit before creating an expansive spread for breakfast. You’ve gone about the morning like a stereotypical 1950s housewife, all that’s missing is a husband that won’t appreciate your work.

It is just as you’re setting everything in place that Marcus appears. You can tell he’s confused like he’s trying to figure out if this is real or a dream. A dream… see you can be his dream if you just try.

“What’s all this?” he asks, confused. And now you feel silly…

“I- um-…” you’re suddenly nervous and can’t find the right words, the words that don’t scream ‘I’m terrified you’ll leave me so I’ll do and be whatever you want me to’. While fighting to find the words Marcus slowly makes his way to you. You take a deep breath,

“I just… I wanted to remind us how… good, happy we are together,” you muster out.

“Oh baby you don’t have to do that, I’m always happy with you, you never have to remind me,” Marcus says solemnly. ‘Then why are you interested in someone else’ your brain says. You nod as though you believe him.

The two of you sit and enjoy your hard work but it’s filled with a heavy and awkward silence.

“What time did you get up? I mean, you did all this,” Marcus says while gesturing to the food, “and you’re dressed up.”

“It’s nothing, I just couldn’t fall back asleep this morning so…” you shrug, “I got a head start on the day. Plus I figured it’d be nice for you to not have to wake up to what looks like a beached sea creature,” you joke. You smile and laugh at yourself, trying to ensure he doesn’t see how truthful you’re being, how negatively you’re seeing yourself. Marcus puts his cutlery down and looks at you seriously, leaning into the table and giving you his hands to take. You place your hands in his, leaning over the table yourself.

“You never, never, are anything other than beautiful to me, ever.”‘Then why did she catch your eye?’ “I love seeing you relaxed and happy more than anything, I love it because it's like you’re bearing your soul to me.”‘Then why weren’t my soul and I enough?’

His words burn, they hurt, you’d actually prefer poisoned words or a physical blow because what he’s doing now is so much worse. It’s a reminder of what was, what could’ve been, of what he’s capable of faking.

You smile and scoff, unable to take in his words completely without crying. He can’t see you cry. You take your hands from his.

“You’re the only one who thinks that Marcus and it might be because you need to see an optometrist. Plus,” you continue to ensure he can’t break down your defences, “I had time and wanted to remind myself how hot I can be.” Another joke, anything but face reality, change the topic, nod and smile, but don’t look in the mirror too long, don’t look at Marcus too long, don’t interpret his words, let everything roll off your back and avoid the actuality.

Marcus knows what you’re doing, he knows you too well not to and it breaks him to see you put up all your defenses. To have you listen to all the evil little voices in your head, to have you act and the worst part? He knows it’s all because of him. He knows these defences, he encountered them early on in your relationship, and he helped take them down. Now he’s the reason they’re up. You’re creating a version of yourself you believe he’ll like, a version he’ll love, but he truly does love the real you. He loves waking up to your relaxed body, no matter how awkward the position seems or the state of your pyjamas. He loves waking up to see the hairstyle your pillows made you, to see whatever face your face has found itself in even when it leaves you drooling, especially when it leaves you drooling. He loves your morning breath and your slightly cranky and disoriented mood when you first wake. He loves seeing your shoulders be relaxed and your jaw unclenched, even if it gives you less-than-perfect posture and a double chin. He loves all these things that you hate because he knows it means you’re at ease with him. That you trust him. That you don’t have to put a show on for him, a brave face that you wear too often. He’s one of the few that get to see you, not a facade. Got, Your brain quickly corrects, got to see.

“I think we need to talk about what I said last night,” Marcus says.

‘You mean how you found somebody else?’, “I don’t know that-...”

“I know it’s going to… suck to put it lightly but I told you for a reason. Because I do love you, and I’d never hide anything from you, including some silly crush.”

“Silly crush? You told me she took up your mind, that you were mesmerized by her laugh. It wasn’t just finding someone attractive or enjoying their company!” you begin to raise your voice.

“I know, I know. I- I just don’t know what to do. I do love you, I've envisioned our lives together, growing old and being the cutest couple in the care home…”

“Then how could you fall so easily for Teresa? How could you love me if you are able to forget all about me at the sight of another woman?!”

“I don’t know, I- My mind is a mess. I can’t give you an answer. I’m sorry. But… I don’t want you to do this, to be this.” Marcus says while motioning towards you and the absurd breakfast you put together.

“Marcus… I don’t know that I can do that. I look at you and… all I see are my flaws, reasons I’m not good enough. And I know you’ll argue that but it doesn’t matter what you say because I no longer trust a word you say.” Tears well up in your eyes, this isn’t how your morning was supposed to go, you were supposed to fake happiness until everything was fine.

Your words break Marcus’s heart. Flaws? You didn’t have any in his eyes. He’s desperate.

“But tell me you’re willing to try, please?”

I can’t lose him, he’s my everything. He just needs time, he’ll realize he’s being silly and come back to me. He has to. Things will be fine. They have to be.

You take a deep breath and nod, “I’m willing to try,” you say just above a whisper. The words hurt because it means stabbing yourself in the heart every moment that you look at him. Pretending that you’re enough when you’re not. This isn’t the same as pretending things are fine because Marcus has already admitted it isn’t, that he knows about your defences and doesn’t want you to use them. To openly let yourself get hurt.

— a week later —

The day has taken everything out of you, you’re exhausted but you’ve got housework to do. Truth is, this last week you’ve felt like utter garbage and have tried to hide it by putting more effort into your appearance. If you look good on the outside, you'll feel good on the inside right? Well, it hasn’t really worked but it’s given you something to think about besides the crushing cloud of melancholy that fogs your head. However, between the cloud and the energy you’ve exerted trying to ignore it, you’ve come home exhausted. Although it doesn’t feel much like home anymore, you’re constantly on edge now, waiting for Marcus to say or do something. All while finding subtle ways to improve yourself. You’ve slacked a lot on the house duties. Marcus hasn’t said anything and he’s picked up your slack. He reassures you that it’s okay given the circumstances, that he wants you to ‘focus on yourself’.

Marcus has found a way to come home early every day this week, except today. Your brain tells you that he doesn’t have to stay late to work but is instead spending time with Teresa. But you can’t find it in yourself to care. You’re too tired if he wants to leave, and you knoe he will but at this point there's nothing you can do to change that.

While you mentioned taking a break, allowing him to explore, he really hasn’t. He’s felt so guilt-ridden about what he’s done to you, he just wants to make it all better. That in no way redeems him, he knows that. He’s invested more in you, trying to communicate how awful he feels, how he knows he fucked up. Then a case calls extra attention from the team and in walks Teresa… He sees her and feels guilt. He wants to run away from her and into your arms but then she smiles at him… and he forgets you. He forgets how you make him giggle when you wake up annoyed at your alarm every morning. He forgets how you always pour his coffee before your own. He forgets that you’ll plan spontaneous dates after a rough week to help each other forget about it even for a little. He forgets the adorable face you make when concentrating or trying to remember something. He forgets the way you jump and scream when he accidentally startles you that always ends in the two of you laughing in each other's arms. He forgets that he has a piece of the sun waiting at home for him.

You change out of your day's clothes and into some nice loungewear. Nice enough to be comfy but not enough to fall asleep immediately in. You put some music on and begin cleaning, maybe it’s the slightly messy state of your house that is attributing to your dark cloud. If you clean the house, you’ll clean your mind. You know that's not true, that this time it isn’t something you can clean or tend to, to solve. But you do it anyway, hoping it’ll provide some relief. You start in the kitchen, getting lost in the loud music, before you make your way to the bathroom and laundry, losing track of time. Then all that’s left is vacuuming.

It’s late, you haven’t eaten or bothered to prepare anything, it didn’t feel necessary when you heard Marcus wouldn't be home for dinner. You’re tired but the music is keeping you moving and there’s a small feeling of accomplishment from getting so much work done in spite of your down mood.

The moment work is finished, Marcus is filled with guilt again. He’s here with Teresa… you’re at home… It’s like she has a spell over him. He thinks of you and his heart sinks. He thinks about how sad he feels with you and happy he feels with Teresa… he’s made his choice. He goes home feeling sick to his stomach, but he can’t continue like this, in limbo. He thought he’d feel lighter with his mind made up but he feels heavier until he gets home and opens the door. You’re singing, and moving to the music while vacuuming. He smiles, he loves coming home to you, he wants to come home to this forever… Your singing is offkey and he loves it, it’s not a show you’re putting on.

Marcus goes and pauses the music and in a split second, you turn and scream before realizing it’s him. You put a hand to your chest, catching your breath. Marcus laughs,

“I didn't mean to scare you but this was the least startling way I could think of letting you know I was home.”

“How was work?”, you ask with a small smile, mustering all the energy left in your body to resemble slightly happy and not broken down. Work… Marcus thinks, that’s right, work, his decision.

“I’ve made up my mind,” You furrow your brows, too tired to connect the dots. “I know who I love, who I want to be with more,” ‘Oh… right, I let him pick, let him decide.’

“And?” Marcus takes a deep breath,

“I want to be with Teresa.”

Time stops and you’re numb, “oh,” is all that comes out. Your eyes aren’t focused and nothing feels real. “Umm… what does- where…” you begin to stutter out.

“I’ve booked a hotel and will find a new place.”

“You’ve already booked a hotel?” you ask emotionless.

Marcus nods, “Back at the office.”

“You’ve already planned…” He’s planned out how to leave. Staying wasn’t ever an option.

“I’m sorry…” Marcus starts but you can’t bear to hear it.

“No no, you- you told me what you felt and I gave you time to decide. You’ve decided. This is just… the cards we were dealt…” you say numbly. Marcus hates to hurt you because he really does love and care for you, he’s just not sure you’re his endgame.

“I-I‘ll go pack a bag,” he says before leaving the foyer.

He decided. In your clouded head and act you forgot that things could end. That no matter what you did… it wouldn’t have been enough. Somehow this hurts less than when he first told you about Teresa, maybe part of you already knew and grieved. Maybe it was the mix of self-hatred and pessimism that took over your life last week that made the blow more bearable. What hurt was the future. What was your future? Before it was always you and Marcus… now everything was… gone. You’d have to build yourself from scratch. The unknown for the indefinite future was horrifying. Your heart begins racing, everything you knew, the stability in your life, is being stripped from you overnight. Your breaths become shallow as you think about having to move, will you be able to find a new place? Will it be nice? Close to work? What if it’s a dump, infested with rodents and insects? Your hearing is long gone, all you hear is the whirlwind in your mind. Your shallow breaths make you lightheaded and burn your lungs. You lower yourself to the ground with the help of the couch.

Everything’s a blur and then Marcus’s face is there, in front of you. He looks worried, why’s he worried? What’s happened? Is he okay? Finally, he touches you and you hear an echo of your name come from his lips. Me, I am what’s wrong.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you breathe out, taking some grounding breaths, focusing on how hard the ground feels beneath you. When your senses come back to you, you briefly forget what Marcus has just told you. You see him and think you’re glad he was here to help, but then it dawns on you, he’s the reason it started.

You quickly get up like his presence hurts, because it does.

“I’m fine. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-…”

“It’s fine you’re okay,” Marcus says while moving to give you a reassuring touch. You maneuver away from him,

“I’ll let you get back to packing,” you finish without looking at him and walking out the front door. You need air and space.

You don’t go far, your mind is too busy to let your legs carry you far so you find yourself on a nearby bench, no more than 5 minutes from where Marcus is. You don’t know what to do, nothing feels real. In 30 minutes the night's cool air has appeared and made you shiver so you return to the place that hurts most with a new numbness from the cold.

Inside is Marcus with a few bags packed.

“I was worried, I texted you but,” he motions to your phone left on the counter.

“Sorry,” you say quietly, “lost track of time. Have you got what you need?”

“Uh… yeah…”

You nod, “when did you want to get the rest of your things?” This was really happening.

“Um, I’m not too sure yet but within the week for sure, if that’s okay?”

“Of course, not like I’ll be anywhere else,” you laugh coldly.

“I’m really sorry-…”

“Don’t. Don’t be, I- I want you to be happy so… don’t worry.”

Marcus begins to make his way towards the door with his bags, “I’ll text you about my things.”

“Of course,” you say with a sad smile and with that… he leaves.

The night is a bit of a blur, at first, you were in a mixed state of denial and numbness but at one point you were too tired to hold yourself together and you broke. You ended up laying down on the floor, the bed and the couch having too many memories of him. You don’t sleep and not just because the ground is uncomfortable.

At 6 am panic sets in. You can’t live here, you have to move. You open your phone and begin rapidly planning your future, taking screenshots and sending emails. Just like you have your whole life, you’re left to go it alone, to depend on no one but yourself, working yourself into the ground and then working some more. As heartbreaking and frustrating as it is, you also know one more thing about yourself: no matter what, you always get to the finish line, and you can depend on yourself.

—-4days later—-

You’ve spent all your free time packing and searching for your future. On your days off you’ve gone to different homes and renting spaces and neighbourhoods to see what could be a good fit. You find an apartment near your workplace that’s decent. It’s small but it’s just you so… it’ll work. It’s clean and safe and you can afford it which is all you can really ask for. You’ve been so busy you haven’t had time to grieve, or in other words, you haven’t allowed yourself to grieve by burying yourself in other things.

You’re signing the lease when your phone buzzes in your pocket.

It’s a text from Marcus that reads: ‘I can pick my stuff up tonight or tomorrow if tonight is too late of notice.’

You text him it’s fine and set to meet at 5 pm.

You get back to your place and begin packing, not only your stuff but Marcus’s as well. You try not to get sentimental about packing the things you once shared but tears escape nonetheless. You try to lessen the pain by forcing yourself to get as much packing done as possible, the sooner you can get out of this place, the better.

This place hurts to live in now, it feels like you’re living with a ghost. You yearn for Marcus to return but the old Marcus, the ghost of him. You’re constantly bombarded with flashbacks of happy moments between the two of you. That wasn’t the worst of it though. The worst was seeing what could have been. Walking into the kitchen and seeing the two of you attempting a new recipe together. Going to do laundry and seeing a new detergent that Marcus bought because it smelt nice. Going to bed and seeing an older you and Marcus reading comfortably in that same bed. It was like memories you hadn't yet created… and now never would. That hurt the most. These illusions make you want to run back into Marcus’s arms and make them a reality, but this reminds you of the second worst reminder: you never wanted to leave Marcus’s arms… Marcus wanted to leave yours.

You’re folding extra linens when there's a knock at your door. You know it’s Marcus so you just tell him to let himself in.

How weird that the two of you used to have keys to this place and enter with the relief of having finished the day and being able to see each other. And now, one of you has to knock, one of you is now a stranger and the other can’t bear living in these four walls.

Marcus walks in as you finish folding the item in hand, placing it in a box. He stops in his tracks just as quickly as he entered. He takes in the state of what was once his home. A lot of decorations and non-essential furnishings have been stripped off and gathered near the front door, along with boxes, more than was necessary for his stuff.

“What’s uh- what’s going on?” he asks confused.

“Packing,” you say quick, almost crudely.

“You’re moving?”

“Yeah,” you take a breath and finally stop and look to Marcus, “I just can’t live here being reminded-...” you can’t finish. Marcus looks to the ground nodding,

“Right, right.”

You walk towards a pile of what looks like miscellaneous items, “I just don’t know how to divvy this stuff,” you explain motioning to the pile.

Marcus takes a closer look at the pile and understands the pile, it’s items you got together. Most were pretty material except one, on the side lay a folded blanket, the fleece tie blanket the two of you made together. Each of you picked a fleece pattern and then the two of you sat on the living room floor and laid them out atop each other, made the appropriate cuts and lastly, tied them together. The blanket would find its home as a throw blanket on the couch that the two of you often used when cuddling together during movie night, date night, or just because. That breaks Marcus’s heart, and it’s then that he takes in the four walls that he’ll never see again, the place that made him so happy, that this part of his life is ending. But he did this, he doesn’t have the right to be heartbroken, this was his decision, his choice.

“Um I don’t think I need any of it,” he says quietly.

“Okay, well if you don’t want it I’m donating it, I’ve already taken what I need,”

“The blanket,” Marcus nearly yells, he says it so quickly like he was afraid it was gonna disappear before his eyes.

You notice there’s something in the tone of his voice but are too tired and broken to really care or process it.

“Okay,” you say while handing it to him.

Giving him the blanket fills you with heartbreak and relief. This was one of the items that hurt most to have to pack away and the pain it caused told you you couldn’t keep it. It not only held the memories of making it but the browsing of the fabric store together, Marcus choosing the most god-awful patterns he could find claiming it was his choice, the dozens of nights spent asleep on the couch after unintentionally falling asleep, and thousands of minutes spent under it.

Marcus feels every one of those minutes through the threads. Minutes he didn’t think would end, certainly not so suddenly. As he runs his hands over the material the memories run through his mind, memories he assumed he’d continue making with you throughout your mortal lives.

“Is that all?” Your voice breaks him from his thoughts

‘You’ his brain thinks, “Uh no, that should do it.”

You nod. You have so many questions for him but the pain in your chest and hurt sob stuck in your throat won’t let you ask. Was it something I did? Why wasn’t I enough? I tried so hard. You knew asking wouldn’t help ease the pain no matter the answer he gave you, even if he apologized and ran into your arms the damage was already done.

You quietly help Marcus take his stuff to his car. Emotionally you’re numb but your brain is screaming at you that this is the end.

“Thanks,” Marcus breathes when you place the last of his things down.

“No problem,” you turn to walk away, returning to the four walls that allow you to cry in peace but turn back to him.

“Marcus?”

“Yeah?” he looks at you with hopeful eyes.

“I hope the two of you are happy,” you walk away before he can say anything or see the tears that fall. Marcus is left standing on the sidewalk with his things in his arms realizing he’s just made the biggest mistake of his life, and there's nothing he can do to fix it.

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nightgoodomens · 4 months

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For science, do you know the "chronological order" for Crowley's sideburns? If we take his first scene in season 2 as The Beginning of his present day story line (and honestly... what if it isn't?), then they start out as short and then they get randomly longer and shorter as the scenes and episodes go by.

I just keep thinking about the order of things. We have the order the show gives us. Then we have the chronological order with the flashbacks. And then maybe we have the order with the sideburns.

I'm just wondering if you might have already laid out a timeline like that for a meta or if you know or someone who already did so I don't have to lol.

I think there might be a lot of merit to taking all of Crowley's present day scenes, order them generally by length of sideburns and then really listen to what's going on in those scenes. Can any of them be moved around? Maybe there's a possibility of a different order to the present day that could shed some light on What On Earth Is Going On

I’m sure I’ve seen a post about this flying around, I will reblog it if I see it again.

I never really had the time to sit down and analyse the scenes so deeply but I’ve seen so many theories with The Bentley, the rain, the sideburns, and even Prime itself hinting (when they showed Bentley changing colours and once it did it suddenly went forward instead of backwards) - it was actually that moment when I thought you know what maybe there is something happening with the timeline.

My general idea is that things will go to shit and then Aziraphale/Crowley go back and change the timeline. But I don’t know exactly - is it both of them? One of them? Did Aziraphale fuck up and Crowley was hurt and he’s back frantically trying to fix things hence his sudden change from “I’m so scared of what Heaven is going to say” to “We are getting married”. If something bad happened to Crowley maybe the last thing he said to him was that he loved him and so he went back to change the timeline because he refused to live without him, especially if Crowley died because of him.

Or were they married/together and then Crowley lost memories? Because Aziraphale acts like they’re already married and he’s desperately trying to make Crowley remember who’s mostly confused during this season.

So many theories honestly…

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cheesus-doodles · 2 years

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Not sure if you’re still accepting birthday asks for Taiju, I’m late to my beefy boy’s big day! But I remembered the sketch of the Shiba home in the character book and how loaded they are even before Taiju becomes a restauranteur, not sure if it’s strictly Black Dragon money or Daddy Shiba raking it in for the kids he never sees…

But Yan!Taiju who essentially kidnaps you to live with him, it’s a weird hybrid fantasy of domesticity and training for the future because duh you are his one and only wife so naturally you should get started on perfectly your wifely duties. He loves coming home to you fumbling over yourself, house chores and dinner done. It’s a taste and sneak peek into the future he envisions with you. Yuzuha and Hakkai keep their mouths shut, partly because they know their words don’t mean anything but as twisted as it is, having you around is a benefit. Whether their brother is pretending they don’t exist, trying to show a better side to you, or because you genuinely calm him down they’re not sure, but your arrival has given them a rare and gracious peace. It wouldn’t be too bad having you as a big sis.

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Sorry bout deleting your original ask anon, but hope this answers your ask a lot better, it turned into an absolute essay...

Yes to this whole ask! First off, the Shibas being just rich is an understatement, I mean - their house?? Has a pool? IN TOKYO? From what I understand from the comments of this Reddit post on the Shibas (and by extent the TR character book), Daddy Shiba is just never at home, but the family is definitely very well to do.

To Taiju, you're his god given wife - he knew that right from when he first laid eyes on you, whether or not you agreed with him or not. Can't stop thinking about you day and night whenever the two of you are apart. Of course, you were all but already married to him in Taiju's mind - he just needs to know that you're safe and that you're looking forward to being his and that you're not cheating on him, which would no doubt be easy for you to if you're away and out of sight from him. So it's only natural that this boy helpfully remove any other options of accommodation you have so that you have to move in with him: couples as close and loving as the two of you are supposed to live together anyway right? Be it a staged break-and-enter to scare you out of your current house, intimidating your landlord into raise your rent unbearably high, before basically kidnapping you and forcing you to live with him in the Shiba residence.

The moment you move in, you live by his rules, which were mostly exclusive to you. You basically follow him around everywhere he went, and had to get his approval every time you wanted to leave his side. And there are instances that he has to let you go, as much as he didn't want you to. You still had to go to school after all to keep up your appearance, and Taiju had to admit that he does love to personally walk you to and fro school to show that you were his, not so much when he had to leave you alone to go to school himself. No phones are allowed while you were with him or at home, but you did have one when you had to go so that he could check in with you every hour (or honestly, every time this boy got worried if you were okay). And he went through your phone and all your messages after you got back to make sure that you weren't cheating on him (not that he think you would), or more importantly, that no one was trying to steal you away from him.

As his wife, or soon to be at least, your most important duty is learning to care for Taiju while he runs the Black Dragons, bring home the dough, and keeps you safe. The Shibas seem to have at least one housekeeper, seeing that there's a housekeeper room with two beds, so Taiju wouldn't make you do all the house chores, especially not those that seem way too vigorous for someone delicate like you - this boy doesn't want your hands to become rough and calloused like his. They should be soft and flawless, like yours now, like what he loves. Neither does he want you to be cleaning up after his siblings (you're going to be his wife after all), so most of your chores will be based around his room and his things. Washing and ironing his school and gang uniform, making the bed, feeding his fish, keeping his shelves dust-free, and of course, cooking a satisfying hot home-cook meal for him to come home to. For two. Siblings not invited.

You will also be sharing his room from now on, and sleeping in his bed with him. He'll get his gang to gather all your things - wait no, actually, he'll do it himself. Doesn't trust the rank and file to handle your stuff without making an absolute mess, let alone any of your personal belongings, plus this very religious boy will self-combust in a mix of shame and sin if you weren't there to pack your own..um..intimate clothes. Also gets a bigger bed for the two of you to share but will ask to cuddle with you every night because the sinfulness. Sometimes threatens to have you sleep downstairs, alone in the dark in the housekeeper's room when you do something he doesn't quite like, but have never goes through with the threat.

But no doubt you were resistant to the idea at first - unable to live with the idea that being tied to him was your destined future, your ideal future by his side. And you were certainly rebellious in Taiju's eyes at the start, defying his explicit orders for you be it on purpose or not. He tried to be nice and kind since you were such a fragile little thing next to him, and Taiju wants so bad for you to just return his endless love for you, to come home to you pampering him with kisses and cuddles and asking how his day had been. But you had to go against him. He was the man of the house, which meant that he had to put you in your place when you stepped out of line. You'll learn one way or the other, Taiju'll make sure of that.

With his huge stature and that dangerous aura that always seems to cloak him, it doesn't take much for Taiju to get you to start taking note of what he wants from you. Starts off with cornering you and raising his voice to intimidate you when you missed a spot of dust, and escalating to coercing and bullying you when you skip one of his must-do chores in favour of your homework and assignments that he couldn't care more about. And all the way to forcibly isolating you inside a closet and ignoring your cries and whimpers no matter how much it wretches his heart to teach you a lesson about ignoring him or trying to meet up with "friends" against his wishes. Always stops himself before he ever goes too far - you're his soft, soft wife after all, the angel in his life, the divine light of his world, he could never hurt you bad enough to leave a scar. Just wants to nudge you in the right direction at the early stage.

Starts to soften up as you slowly earn his trust and start to conform and become his perfect little wifey. When Taiju first started spiralling for you, he only ever allowed you to school and back, and only when accompanied by either him or his trusted Black Dragon lieutenants Koko and Inupi. No after school clubs, no detours to the store, no going anywhere except to school and home. But as the days go by, maybe Taiju'll relent and take you out for ice cream if he's in a good mood and you ask ever so sweetly. And perhaps you can sit in at the Black Dragon meetings where he doesn't raise his voice at all so that he doesn't scare you. And this boy definitely will stutter and melt if you stroked his hair and kissed his forehead. Okay he's totally soft for you whether you know it or not, but you'll never get him to admit it. Ever. He'll die before those words slip his lips.

Thinks you look cute in anything you wear and at every time of the day, but then that one night he came home and you looked so downright adorable in your little apron hurrying over to greet him with a hot dinner steaming from the table: the scene is instantly seared into his mind. Couldn't stop thinking about it for days afterwards - this boy walked into so many telephone poles and random fences multiple times a day whenever the thought pops up. Had to pray extra hard multiple times at church that Sunday for the extremely sinful and devious thoughts he had. You, of course, remained clueless and honestly a bit scared that he was mad when his face turned that shade of red, but in the end nothing happened so everything was alright. From then on he absolutely insists on having you greet him at the door when he comes home like a good Christian wife would (apron is a huge plus) - would be so upset and throw a fit if you were still instead caught up finishing your homework. Pouting and stomping around and refusing to go upstairs until you came down. Threatening to pull you out of school till you take his hand and peck him on the cheek, which calms him down straight away no matter how foul his mood might be.

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For Yuzuha and Hakkai parts, they 100% opt to keep their mouths shut about the questionable circumstances under which you ended up as a permanent resident of their house. Despite being heads over heels for you, never being able to wrench his thoughts off you, Taiju has never even breathed a word about you to them, though Yuzuha and Hakkai have definitely heard the rumors about the ruthless gang leader disappearing at odd times of the day and alternating coming back red-faced and soft, or more irritated and brutal. But they believed it was nothing more than just that - rumors. Not like they could ask Taiju about it anyway.

Right up till you came home with Taiju one day seemingly out of the blue that is. Before your arrival in their lives, the other two Shiba siblings believed that their oldest brother already lost his ability to smile or his ability to interact with literally anyone without it ending up as a beating. So the gentle, kind little smile he had pulling at his lips while holding your tiny hand in comparison almost scared the soul from Hakkai. Knew you had to be somewhere special to Taiju right from when they met you, with Taiju even outright forbidding you from shaking Hakkai's hand even though Yuzuha's was fine - they don't think they've seen Taiju being this protective ever. You brought about an air of peace that the siblings haven't had the chance to experience since their mother's passing, a tranquility where the three of them could actually live in relative harmony.

And despite Taiju's objections, you were good to them - cooking a portion for them whenever you could at the expense of yourself: stepping in when they got in trouble with Taiju, helping them with their school work, chores or whatever else they were stuck with, only to be left shaking in fear when Taiju confronts you about it. Basically being like a big sis to them. But in return, you earn the other Shiba siblings trust and loyalty, with Yuzuha and Hakkai taking care of you (mostly Yuzuha though, Taiju would wreck Hakkai if he even breathed wrong at you). Applying oilment to any bruises you might get from Taiju holding your arm too tightly, sneaking you your favourite snacks and tidbits when her older brother isn't watching, to anything that the blue-haired boy (remember, still not married) recoils from helping you with, Yuzuha would be instantly there to step in and help.

But she also takes advantage that you were a trump card against Taiju - subtly encouraging behaviour in you that she knew Taiju would like, teaching you how to cook his favourite dishes in just the right way, pulling you in whenever he starts to even remotely start malding. Don't get her wrong, Yuzuha really likes you a lot as a person, but you were just too kind, too naive and too useful not to play in her favour.

All in all, Taiju doesn't have to pretend to be a better person around you - your mere presence is usually enough to keep him calm and level-headed. From the moment you entered his life, you became his reason for living; he can't sleep, can't breathe without you there. No one, especially not Yuzuha or Hakkai, quite want to find out what the Taiju emerging on the other side would be like the moment his drug is cut off. And the Shiba siblings won't stop at anything to get you back to their big brother's side if it meant just another day of peace.

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They Aren’t Good Enough - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Prompt: You have been trying to get a guy to go home with you but your friend Rooster keeps scaring them away.

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I sat at the bar, a half empty glass of rum and coke in my hand. The boy that sat next to me was handsome. He had perfect sun kissed skin, short dark hair, and bright blue eyes. What I liked most about him was how hard he tried to get my attention.

I smiled and batted my eyelashes like I did when I was trying to wheel a guy in. He placed his hand on the bare skin of my leg and leaned in.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

I gave him a mischievous grin and nodded. “Give me just a minute and we can head out.”

He placed a kiss on my cheek and I quickly stood up and made my way to the ladies room. I shoved the door open to see my friend who stood there waiting for me.

“He’s hot,” she said, leaning against the sink.

I nodded, “I’ve tried the last three nights to get someone to go home with me and failed. The vibrator is just not cutting it.”

She laughed, “What’s his name?”

“His name is Adam. He’s definitely good looking, but he doesn’t have much going on upstairs.”

Phoenix pushed off the sink and smiled, “Well, that is not important. If you're just looking for a guy to fuck you, he’ll do just fine.”

“You’re right.” I said, checking my appearance in the mirror one last time.

Phoenix and I walked out of the bathroom together and I stopped in my tracks when I saw Adam jump off the barstool and head toward the exit.

Phoenix leaned into me, “Where’s he going?”

I watched as he walked out the door and disappeared into the San Diego night.

“What the hell, I don’t get it. Do I smell?“ I said, turning to Phoenix.

She ignored me, pointing at something over my shoulder. I spun around quickly to see a familiar group of guys congregating around the pool table, laughing.

“They wouldn’t dare.” I whispered to myself as I moved toward them.

Phoenix and I walked up to the pool table, and the group of guys greeted us. I focused on one in particular, with his smug grin and his aviator sunglasses still on his face.

“Y/N.” He said.

“Rooster,” I said, tilting my head. “This is a stupid question, but did you-“

“Tell that guy you were talking to over at the bar to pack it up and go home? Yes, yes I did.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

My friend Hangman spoke up beside me, “Rooster here has scared off the last three guys that have tried to take you home.”

I looked back at Rooster who had a satisfied grin on his face, “Are you insane?”

“Are you?”

My jaw practically dropped to the floor, “Apparently! Here I was thinking there was something wrong with me, that somehow I was scaring them away!”

“You weren’t, I was.”

We stared at each other in silence. I didn’t know what the hell was going on with him. He was always protective, but he never prevented me from living my life before.

“Outside, now.” I said, not giving him a chance to deny me. Phoenix didn’t say a word as I shoved past her and walked out the back door.

I walked onto the beach and only stopped walking when I reached the water. I knew Rooster was behind me as he wasn’t the most graceful guy.

“I don’t get it!”

He shook his head, “What don’t you get?“

“What gives you the right to tell me who I can and can’t sleep with?”

He scoffed, “They aren’t good enough for you.”

“I’m not trying to marry them, Bradley. I just want them to fuck me.”

“They aren’t good enough for you,” he repeated.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms in defeat, “Fine, they aren’t good enough. Then who can I sleep with?”

“I really thought you were quicker than this.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

He brought his hand to his face and rubbed his eyes, “I want you, Y/N! I’ve always wanted you. Since the day I met you and you wore that tiny black dress that hung off your shoulders. It made me lose my damn mind.”

“What? But, when I met you, you were dating Kelli.”

He nodded, “Yeah, and I ended up breaking up with her a few days later. I felt guilty because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

I stared at him thinking back to that day almost a year ago. “Why the hell didn’t you say anything?”

“Come on, Y/N. All the guys wanted you. You’re gorgeous, and funny. You’re also one of the best pilots I’ve ever met.”

I was so confused. “Why didn’t you tell me how you felt?”

“You didn’t give me the time of day! I felt like you were more into Hangman, and Payback.” He said, taking a few steps closer to me.

My head was hurting. “Not at all. I mean, they are good looking, but they are like brothers to me.” I took a step toward him this time, “Since the day I met you, every time I’ve seen you at the bar you’ve had a hoard of girls around you.”

“Yeah, girls that helped me keep my mind off of you. You were the girl I couldn’t have but always wanted.”

“But you could have had me.” I said, not realizing I said it until after it had already come out.

“Could have? Are you telling me I had a chance and I missed it?”

I took one final step, closing the gap between us, “You could have, and you still can.” I whispered, pressing my hand to his chest. His heart was racing, and so was mine. “I can’t lie. I’ve always wondered what it would be like with you.”

His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close, “No you didn’t, stop lying.”

I playfully pinched him as he leaned into me, his lips hovering just over mine. I let him linger there for a moment as I ran my nails over his forearm.

“Do you want to get out of here?” I asked him, running my fingers through his hair.

He couldn’t take it much longer and pressed his lips to mine. I clenched his black tee shirt in my hand as he squeezed me tight. He tasted like cinnamon, his tongue warm inside my mouth. He pulled away only for a second to say, “I thought you’d never ask.”

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bitchysoulwasteland · 4 months

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The Cowboy And The Avenger

Jake Hangman Seresin x Reader

A/n: Hey guys, another crossover fanfic for you all. I hope you enjoy it :)

Jake had never been the sort of person tk flaunt a relationship. Okay, well, he had, but that was before he had met you.

You had met back when you were on the run from the HYDRA. Well, not on the run from HYDRA but you had been an assassin beside the Winter Soldier and they wanted you back. So, you fled. You went to Texas, got a place and tried your best to keep under anyone’s radar.

You pulled your car up in front of your new house. It wasn’t anything special but it was a place to live. It came with an old ranch and was beside another, the owners of which were incredibly nice.

You ended up meeting Jake a few weeks after you moved in. You were helping Mr and Mrs Seresin to fix their truck when he showed up.

You looked up from what you were doing when you herd someone behind you. Your enhanced hearing often came in handy whilst helping out around the Seresin ranch.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen you round here before, ma’am.” You turned around to see what looked like a pilot standing before you, golden hair and green eyes glinting in the scorching sun.

“I’m Y/n L/n. I help Mr and Mrs Seresin. And please, don’t call me ma’am. It feels like I’m back in the forties. That’s something I’d rather not do again.” As you spoke Jake noticed a flicker of pain in your eyes, which disappeared as quickly as it had come.

You two had began dating and he had moved into your house and you got married soon after. You had finally got the love you had craved in between the mind wipes and missions.

After that, Kacy and Leigh Seresin were born. Jake loved the twins with all his heart and so did you. But, your past was beginning to creep up on you.

The girls were six when you and Jake took them to Disneyland, which they absolutely loved. The only thing that darkened an otherwise glorious day was that the Winter Soldier made an appearance in your life once more.

You walked into the kitchen as Jake put the girls to bed, a gun tucked into the waistband of your jeans. You had told Jake to stay upstairs with the girls no matter what happened.

You were prepared for a fight, so when he asked you to join the Avengers, it came as a monumental shock. You had been the one to stay with the kids whilst Jake went on missions for the Navy and you had been the one to help your in-law parents with anything on their ranch after you and Jake both fixed up your own ranch for yourselves.

You had agreed to join the Avengers, which was how you ended up inside a broken Quinjet coming back from a mission of which all of the avengers were involved in. The only Avengers that knew of any of this were Bucky (for obvious reasons) and Clint, since you two had bonded over the fact that you both had secret families.

“We’ll have to land. The jet will barely make it to the next state.” Steve said to Natasha who was co piloting for him.

“Where are we?” Peter piped up from the back of the aircraft.

Dread filled you as you herd Steve say the words you hadn’t wanted to hear. “According to this, Texas.”

You locked eyes with Clint before signing ‘what the hell do we do now?’

‘It’ll be fine’ he signed back ‘and even if it isn’t I’m sure that they won’t care that you’ve been lying to all of them, including Barnes about your family.’

‘Bucky knows, Clint.’ You signed.

You didn’t have any more time to say anything else when you landed and the doors opened revealing your ranch and your house within it.

You walked out of the jet as two children came barrelling through the grass. “Momma’s back!” Kacy giggled to Leigh as they ran.

You knelt down and wrapped your arms around them. “It’s good to see you girls, but I do have a question. Why did you run towards a jet that had just landed outside our house?”

“Sorry mama.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright. Now, let’s go find your dad. I bet you scared the life out of him running out here like that.”

“Daddy’s with Crystal. She got tired when we got her in today.” Kacy explained as you walked with them, the avengers all confused.

“Can we play aeroplanes, uncle James?” Leigh said as she quite literally hung off of Bucky’s metal arm.

“Course we can.” Bucky said, putting the little girl on his shoulders as she held out her arms like an aeroplane.

Jake was inside the house when you all got there. He raised an eyebrow at the amount of people that had appeared, but made no comment.

“Hey Jakie.” You said before kissing him.

“That’s an agent.” You herd Tony mutter. “And those two are little agents.”

“Guys this is my husband Jake Seresin and you’ve already met the twins Kacy and Leigh. Jake, the Avengers, Bucky you already know, of course.”

Little did you know that your little family would soon become a whole lot bigger, but you were glad it had.

#avengers #x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman fic #top gun maverick #avengers x reader

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HIII omg finally someone with open requests🙏🙏could u pretty please do hcs of raihan with a fem s/o who is a pharmacist/poison type gym leader who is initially really standoffish and bitchy at first meet but as you get to know her is actually very sweet and friendly? very specific request i know LOL. thank youuuuu🤭🙏

Yes! Also, I love when people are specific with their requests because it makes it easier for me to write them. But I guess it depends on what they request. Anywho. Here you go. F/N= First Name L/N= Last Name

The Harmacist Gym Leader

Raihan x Fem! S/O Reader

When Raihan heard that Kabu was retiring from being a gym he was sad but supported his friend’s decision

He heard that a new gym leader was already chosen by Kabu himself and said that it was friend of his who he constantly trained with on his days off

So naturally Raihan go curious and headed to Motostoke to check out the new gym leader. He assumed the Milo and Nessa already introduced themselves to the newbie

He got there and was to see that the gym leader was Y/N L/N

He had heard about you through Kabu, but assumed you were from a different region

Which was correct since you moved to Galar from Kanto region based on the fact he saw a Pokémon he didn’t recognize

He introduced himself to you trying to be confident, but that didn’t work out since you just rolled your eyes

“I’ve heard all about you, Raihan.” You said coldly, but he could feel the poison coming out of your mouth (not literally)

“Oh. I’m guessing Kabu told you about all of the Galar gym leaders?” He asked a little scared of you

“Oh yeah. I know that you are very overly competitive and that you don’t go easy on anyone. Especially Leon.”

He nods “Uh. Yeah. I kinda eased up on him after The Darkest Day happened. So, what kind of gym will you be running? Still fire types?”

“Poison.”

“Huh?”

“Poi-son. If you’re just going to ask stupid questions please leave. I have to refine my team.”

He leaves you with a quick goodbye

You decided that your team will start with Arbok, Skuntank, Salazzle, and finally ending with Venusaur

After a year of being the Poison Type Gym Leader you let down your walls around Raihan when you realized that you have so much in common with him

Like you both are intimidating to on lookers, take battles very seriously, and take pride in your Pokémon

He also learns that you are trying to figure out how to counteract the poison that Pokémon create if a human gets poisoned by said Pokémon

It took another 3 years for him to ask you out because he didn’t want to ruin your friendship (he asked you out via Applin)

You said yes

After dating for 4 years he asked you to marry him

The public calls you two the Galar Power Couple

Trainers try to hit on you constantly, but you quickly shut that down by giving them a death glare and telling them that you will have your Skuntank spray them causing them to have to bathe in tomato juice for a month or that you are married to Galar’s Dragon Tamer

He loves you for that and he thinks it’s hot

During the time between dating and getting married you finally made the medication to counteract Pokémon poison in the human body

Everyone celebrated and hospitals all over Galar started using it after a few more tests

Allister is the one who came up with calling you “The Harmacist Gym Leader”

And that’s what everyone ended up calling you

The only people who were scared of you besides him were Nessa, Leon, Hop, Bede, and Gordie

But they ended platonically loving you when you and Raihan started dating

Nessa ended up being your Maid of Honor and Kabu was Raihan’s Best Man

And at the end of everyday you and Raihan cuddle but won’t tell anyone that you two do so because you two like to keep up the intimidating looks that you two have going

You teach him about all the Pokémon from Kanto and he teaches you about all the Pokémon in Galar

Finally, your medical creation is being used worldwide and saved countless lives

#pokemon fluff #pokemon raihan #pokémon raihan #raihan x reader #raihan pokemon #pokemon raihan x reader #raihan fluff #raihan x reader fluff

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hiii!! I love the AU for the Sinclair sister,

Can I request sister reader whom is jealous of Bo having a family and just left to be forgotten? And Lester also finds himself a family a wife and kids, and the reader has vin left and decided to move out with him because they both felt forgotten, and Lester and bo realized a piece of them was missing and that small piece was vin and the reader, angst to fluff

Love your content btw🫶🏾🫶🏾

Hello sweetheart, thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoy my series <3 I did my best for your request so I hope you’ll enjoy as well <3

If you had missed my latest fics about Sinclair Sister AU (House of Wax) or any other slashers, my masterlist is here.

BROKEN FAMILY

Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, mention of murders, one or two strong words, maybe a bit rushed

It happened for you to be jealous when your brothers were starting to see someone, because you were always scared that one day you would be replaced.

But you never thought it would truly happen, because your brothers loved you so much.

You started to get worried when Bo didn’t kill that girl though, and even more when he started to talk about marrying her.

And before you knew it, the family man was finally having the family he always dreamt about.

He had a loving wife and kids.

You hated how it was upsetting you.

You truly wanted to be happy for your older brother, because he deserved it after everything that happened to him.

You tried to be involved in his family life, with the kids at least (who seemed to enjoy you), because you were terrified to be pushed away.

And then Lester met a girl on the road and fell in love with her.

Of course, Bo was really happy for him and he pushed them to get married and have kids as well, for a big family, and like that the cousins could play together in Ambrose.

Vincent was losing his mind with all the noises in the house because of the kids, and he couldn't focus on his work anymore.

He felt very unfitting in this new life.

And Bo seemed to not even care about him anymore, to the point Vincent started to miss when his twin was yelling at him.

He decided to move out of the house, and to find another place in Ambrose because he was clearly making everyone uncomfortable and because it didn’t feel like home anymore for him.

He took the best house he could find and started to amenage it the way he wanted.

He felt very lonely though, and upset.

You used to come by whenever you would feel like it, but Bo suddenly started to ask you to stop doing that because if he had a plan with his wife, he didn’t want you to interrupt them.

It was the first time you felt like you were too much for him.

You were quite hurt and you stopped coming by, hoping he would send you a message asking you to come back home, because he was missing you.

But the message never came.

He was busy with his family, so he didn't want you anymore.

Usually you would have found Lester and talked about it to him for him to comfort you.

But Lester was in paradise with his wife, and you felt like you would bother him as well, and he also deserved that kind of happiness.

You were crying in your flat, when you realised Vincent was probably feeling the same as you, so you took your car and you went to find him.

You convinced him to come live with you in your flat that was big enough for two persons, with two rooms.

He finally agreed even if it was strange for him to be out of Ambrose, and that he was going to be in a real town, with people around.

He started to only leave your flat at night, until you found him a little studio nearby where he could sculpt.

He would sometimes come back to Ambrose to take care of the tourists and the House of Wax.

Lester was still bringing tourists in, and Bo was still killing them to rob them.

Lester’s wife didn’t know about it and Bo’s wife was a willing participant in all of this, unlike you.

You were jealous of her, you were jealous she could spend so much time with Bo and how she seemed perfect for him.

You also hated Lester’s wife for taking him away from you.

You were full of rage and despair, and you were happy Vincent was with you in this, or you would have gone insane.

You hoped you and Vincent would also find true love, so you could pretend you never had Bo and Lester in your life, but it was breaking your heart.

You refused to go back to Ambrose now, and Vincent was trying his best to work quickly so he would be able to get back to your shared flat before the end of the day.

When Bo and Lester organised a big family event, they called you at the last minute to know if you could come, and you said you weren’t sure.

They didn’t seem to care that much, so you didn’t show up.

They didn’t even ask Vincent if he wanted to come; they were worried his face would scare the children off, so it was better if he stayed away.

But as both Bo’s and Lester’s families went to sleep, they stayed in the kitchen, and the happiness disappeared.

“Should’ve asked Vince to come… Y/N would’ve followed” Bo commented as he took two beers from the fridge and offered one to Lester who took it.

Lester nodded, a little bit sadly.

“Was a family reunion, weird to not have them for sure…” he hummed and Bo felt like he was slapped across the face.

The family man forgot about his own siblings? His first family?

It felt very wrong and both the men fell silent for a while.

They drove their siblings away, and they were certain today would have been even better with them, because Vincent would have helped with the organisation and he would have kept an eye on everything, including the kids. And you would have been a sunshine around, as usual.

They didn’t even understand how you weren’t going along with their wives, actually. Bo’s wife was sometimes going crazy to not have another woman in the house. And Lester’s wife was sometimes a little bit shy and uneasy with Bo and his family, because she was a sweet woman. And you would have so easily put her at ease.

Vincent and you were needed.

The House of Wax wasn’t in its best shape and there were quite a lot of bodies waiting to get turned into wax sculptures.

And you were usually taking care of your people, and they all would be happy to have someone like you here.

Without even talking about it, Bo took his phone and called you.

You were watching a movie with Vince, playing with his hair as he was playing with your fingers, both looking for comfort. At least you had each other, and Vincent was so afraid you would find someone and you would ask him to go.

You both jumped at the sound of your phone and you reluctantly paused the movie and took it. You were quite surprised to see Bo’s ID so you answered.

“Yes, Bo?” you simply said.

Bo was so happy you answered.

“Hey, love, ya didn’t come today?”

You were so surprised by the nickname. It had been quite a while he hadn’t smoothly talked to you. It felt good, it felt like if things were back to normal, but you wouldn’t let him fool you so easily.

Vincent was listening to the conversation, his eye on you.

“Well, ya didn’t invite Vince, wasn’t goin’ to leave him alone” you replied and Vincent sent you a little smile at that. He brought your free hand to his lips to kiss; he was grateful to have you.

“I… Lester and I’ve been dickheads'' Bo admitted and before you could express how shocked you were he continued “maybe ya could’ve breakfasts with us tomorrow mornin’?” he offered

“Don’t want to intrude” you replied with a shrug, even though you really wanted to go.

“Please” Bo simply said, as Lester was watching his big brother with hope. They needed to make things better.

You looked at Vincent who nodded and you bit your bottom lip before finally agreeing.

The next morning, you and Vincent got ready and went back to Ambrose for breakfast.

The kids were still resting as the four adults were eating at the kitchen table.

When you arrived, Bo and Lester got up to give you a warm welcome and hugs. Vince and you exchanged a surprised look but you didn’t comment.

You sat and at first it was quite an awkward silence.

Until Bo’s wife started to talk to you, because she was quite curious how you survived among three big brothers.

You were quite happy to start telling embarrassing stories about Bo, as pay back.

Lester’s wife shyly asked you about Lester, because she also wanted to know, and you obliged with a smirk on your face.

Bo wasn’t too happy but deep down he was so relieved things were starting to get as it was supposed to be.

He nodded for his twin to follow him in the living room. He needed to make things better with him as well. It was strange for him to apologise to Vincent but they both needed it.

Lester was laughing at the stories with you, not mad at all. He quite liked how you seemed to get along with his wife, because he knew she could feel a little lonely sometimes as she didn’t have a lot of friends and even less now she had chosen to marry him.

You realised you never spent time with either of the two women in front of you, and you thought it was a shame but you didn’t want to intrude.

When Bo and Vincent came back in the kitchen, Bo said the original Sinclair family (aka his siblings) needed some alone time together today, and thus they would go for a little road trip.

The wives weren’t too happy to be left alone with the kids, but they didn’t say anything.

This day was one of the happiest you all had, and when you went back home, things were how it was supposed to be: Vincent and you slept home, with Bo’s wife and kids, as Lester went back to his own place with his people.

The next day, you were already planning stuff with the two wives; you were now three girls up to no good with the boys and you couldn’t wait for some fun together.

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