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yandere-sins · 5 months

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Ivyyyyyyyy >.< you're the worsttttt(read: BEST) oh my god the thoughts im having abt dilic with a period kink rn. Gawd and he doesn't even know it's a period kink, he thinks it's absolutely normal to do nasty things with his girl while she's bleeding out and feels proud about it that HE can take her pain away

OMG continuing the diluc saga but yan dilic thinks darling's period is the perfect opportunity to finally put his hands on darling. He knows you're in pain so he promises, he's doing this for YOU not him (lies) he'll ease it in gently and make it feel good! Soon darling will forget all about those cramps bc of him him him! He doesnt need to feel as guilty bc he's helping you out.....right? OMG PLS write something abt thissss, it can be any yandere or oc but im going crazy after what u saiddd

Hehe, you're welcome! I began writing this as just a talk, but decided mid-way through to make it a scenario!

a/n: I wrote this before my hiatus and coming back to correct it, I found so many mistakes, it doesn't even feel like I wrote this smh... I did my best to polish it a bit since I can't see myself rewriting it in the future but if you find anything oddly worded just ignore it lol I wasn't myself back then :')

[Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content]

I can just see the cock cogs turning in this idiot's head as he racks his brain about how he can help you. Clearly, you're in pain, but no matter how many more times he calls a physician to have a look, they just keep waving off his concerns. It's normal, they say. You're healthy. That's what everyone has to go through.

And yet he sees you writhing and crying in pain—it's breaking his heart!

Pillow pressed to your stomach, tears in your eyes that you can't blink away fast enough before they fall. You're especially irritable, but it hurts him more when you whine and complain; Diluc wanting to help you now more than ever. He's already gone through the usual stuff, the imported water bottles from Snezhnaya and the chocolate from Fontaine. If you utter so much as a craving, he has the servants scramble to get it to you. Nothing is too expensive or too hard to get. You could have asked for the heads of your enemies, and Diluc would have brought them to you with ribbons and glitter if that had helped with your pains.

But alas, it doesn't.

It's been three days, and his nerves are raw, the bags under his eyes dark, and the burden of your health weighs heavily on Diluc. He can't see how things will ever get better. The other times you were on your period were conveniently skipped by business trips, so this is hitting him full force.

"Exercising might help," one of the maids suggests as he forces himself to consult someone more knowledgeable than him.

"Sometimes, my wife likes a little stimulation to alleviate the pain," a vintner chuckles, winking at Diluc as the word of his helplessness spreads. And suddenly, inappropriate ideas get stuck in his head, making him blush like a young lad in love.

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Taking a deep breath, Diluc raised his hand to knock on your bedroom door. It was terribly late, the servants asleep and only the eery flickering of his candle guiding him through the night. Most likely, you were tugged in and fighting for your well-deserved sleep, so he hesitated, fist hanging in the air before slowly dropping it to his side.

What he was about to do was not only foolish but also filled him with the same burning in his body as using his vision did. He could feel the warmth sweep over him from his head to his toes, the latter curling in his shoes while most of the heat was throbbing between his legs, aching to connect with your warmth in a less-than-innocent way.

However, these feelings were nothing compared to the agony of the last few days.

If this was what he had to do to help you alleviate the pain, he would. If it was for you, Diluc would do anything in his power, whether to protect or help you. If he had to become a mere plaything so you'd be freed of the pain, then his concerns were a small sacrifice for all the good he was going to do.

Brushing his hair back, Diluc took a deep breath, reminding himself there was nothing wrong with wanting to help. If the method the vintner suggested worked, everyone would be happy. And if not, he'd keep searching for ways to free you of the pain. Turning the key in the door lock, he pulled it out before slowly entering your room, ensuring he could give you two the privacy needed in this situation.

To his surprise, you were still awake.

You made a half-hearted attempt at a greeting, but when you noticed it was him, you only scoffed, turning away. It hurt when you gave him the cold shoulder so callously, but Diluc knew you were the one suffering at that moment, not him. He could forgive you for being dismissive of him. Your bedside lamp was still on, and he could see you clutching a pillow to your belly, his own stomach cramping up with remorse, even though, logically, he knew it wasn't his fault. He loved you as you were, the good and bad days, your misery becoming his own much too easily these days.

Setting down the candle on your table, he walked over to you. But not before locking the door from the inside, just so he could give himself a few more seconds before his approach. Every step cost him a lot of discipline, being near you never having been this hard. Even when he looked confident around you, Diluc only ever felt weak. You made him vulnerable. Desperate. Longing for your love and affection was all he was allowed to do, so even just watching your chest rise and fall set him ablaze.

Pushing off his shoes, Diluc focused on the little space you left at the edge of the bed. It was the only space he could see that was reserved for him, as he didn't deserve to share your bed, in your opinion. Yet, when he climbed in, pulling the cover over himself and snaking his arm around your waist, he was enveloped in your scent, your hair tickling his skin as he breathed in deeply. Had he known that heaven was hiding so closely to him, he might not have waited so long to come and see you.

"What are you--" you complained, pushing yourself away from him. But Diluc's hand had already wandered beneath the pillow, feeling the hot water bottle you kept secured there, only to replace it with his palm. He was just as, if not hotter than anything the servants could procure for you; his body temperature naturally elevated from his vision. It wouldn't burn you, but with his hand hugging your lower belly, it was much more effective and fitting than any appliance might be.

And you fell for it, even if just for a split second.

For a moment, you leaned into the comfort of his palm, the pain vanishing in the blink of an eye. Diluc even caught you sighing briefly before you came to your senses, jolting and pushing away from him, only to get stuck inside the blanket and pressed up against him. Diluc couldn't help but grin, having read your actions before they even occurred to you, but of course, this was a serious matter, so he quickly composed himself.

"H-Hey!" you yelled as his hand drifted lower, his face burying into the nape of your neck. He wasn't there to dilly-dally but to be of service. To help you in your time of need. By the time Diluc pressed his lips to your skin and his fingers between your legs, you understood his intentions as well, perhaps misinterpreted, but clear as day.

He was going to fuck the pain away.

If exercise and stimulation helped others, maybe it would do the same for you. His fingers were met with warm slick, your body flinching when he moved over your clit. Perhaps his calloused hands weren't made for caressing and soft touches but for teasing and stimulating. Judging by how puffy your lower lips were, worked up from days of rubbing your legs together and your panties aggravating them mercilessly, you were in dire need of his help.

"Don't fight it. You're not alone in this," Diluc reassured you as you squirmed in his hold, biting back the salacious sounds of pleasure you were keeping from his ears. You were so mean, keeping every little taste of appreciation from Diluc, knowing how much it meant to him. But he'd endure. Even when your ass ground back against his cock, making it incredibly hard to not focus on his needs as well, he'd put you first in all of this.

When he slipped his pointer and middle finger towards your entrance, a tremor went through your body, a gasp slipping out from between your lips. Diluc never knew how easy it was to get inside another person, greeted warmly and happily by your hole clenching around his fingers.

His kisses became more fervent against your neck, teeth snapping out as he felt like he was losing himself in your scent and warmth. The pushes of his hips against your ass became faster, your cheeks fitting so well around his shaft. You yelled at him to stop, but he barely heard you through the sounds of your sloppy, wet cunt, blood mingling with eager juices to allow him more reach inside you. It was almost as if he could hear them beg for him to go deeper, which just wasn't possible with his knuckles in the way, no matter how much he tried.

Forgotten was the pain as pleasure raked its claws through both of you, and yet, Diluc still heard you whine and sob as he scissored his fingers through your inside. It wasn't enough. He opened his eyes he didn't know he had closed, staring at your expression curiously. All he saw was anger and disgust, your teeth bared and ready to snap, while he could feel your nails digging into his arm. And yet, when he found your eyes, he saw a very different version of events. Lust, desire, longing. You wanted more, and Diluc wouldn't refuse such a request.

Slipping a leg between yours, he pried them apart, spreading you open wide. You gasped, squirming and trying to cut off his access, but Diluc only had to lean back to steal your balance, your body reliant on his while he gained more space on your bed. The hardest part was freeing his cock from the restraint of his pants, the fabric soggy with both your juices as well as his own pre-cum pearling off the tip of his engorged cock.

Nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of your wet cunt greeting his eager cock. No imagining of this situation could have come close to the throbbing heat, your walls convulsing around his fingers in eager expectation. Diluc placed his tip against his fingers, planning to slip them out and take the opening to sink into you, but with how wet the combination of blood and juices was, he felt himself slipping away, kissing your clit instead.

And for the first time, you moaned.

It was the sound of angels and everything nice, and he drew his hips back, trying again to fill you with his cock, missing it just an inch. All good things are three, and when he finally plunged it deep inside your pussy, you weren't the only one yowling in pleasure. No matter what he had imagined his first time with you to be, nothing would ever top the mess he caused between your legs, his cock ready to burst as it pulsated violently inside your equally as ready cunt.

He could feel the waves of pleasure going through you, the shudders in your limbs as he began to slowly press forward, kissing the last few inches of his reach. You remained stiff as a plank, but when he pulled out halfway before sinking in deep again, you were unable to keep your mouth shut, an elongated moan making its way to Diluc's ears, letting him know it was the right thing after all.

Immediately, any hesitation fell off him as he dragged his cock out and sunk it back into you. Fingers retreated to your clit, continuing to slip off and assault the little knob over and over while your walls clenched around his shaft, making you feel every one of his throbs and ridges, the heat between you two almost scorching.

Part of him couldn't believe it worked. That he actually managed to help you with this trick. But he'd have been a liar if he said it wasn't a pleasure for him, too. Diluc could never have dreamed about your proficiency in driving him wild, from your hot, puffy pussy wrapping around him to the improper sounds he had never heard coming from your lips before. The blood kept you so wet and loud down there; it was like you were synching your moans with your pussy, sloppy as they were.

It couldn't have been better, a shudder going through you from head to toe, your feet curling as you gurgled. Diluc wrapped his free arm around your throat, pulling you against him and burying his face in your shoulder as you came hard, juices leaking out, red dripping on the clean sheets with the blanket long discarded.

You were gasping for air as he plunged right back into you, waiting but a mere few seconds of yours before pursuing his own orgasm. Selfishly, but unable to stop. Diluc was already too deep in it, quite literally, your orgasm making your inside tight around him, but it posed no challenge with how drenched you both were.

A strained groan escaped Diluc as he buckled, feeling the first squirts of cum shoot out of him before he drew back, popping out of your cunt and covering it in his cum. His tip got stuck on your clit, as his jizz ejected under the pressure of his orgasm, making you mewl as you were once again stimulated. It would be a mess to clean, but it had been worth it.

You two collapsed, spent and dirty, but Diluc slipped his palm back over your lower stomach, rubbing the collection of juices over your soft skin, leaving a red trail. Kissing the side of your head, he was trying to collect his breath and thoughts, barely able to think straight as the feelings of happiness and his relief kept him in a chokehold.

"Better?" he asked, his voice a blissful rumble as he pulled you firmer against him.

But all he was met with was a cold glare and tears in your eyes. "I-I'm sorry," he stuttered instinctively, immediately feeling bad. What had he done to upset you again? Your teeth were biting into your lip as if you were holding back a tirade of screaming, ready to explode.

His cock twitched between your legs, bloody and so, so wet.

"I'll make it better! I promise! I will definitely make it better," he tried to reassure you, dazed with pleasure as he was, unable to see the actual problem with all of this. Your body convulsed in shock as he pressed his tip upwards again, and you gasped loudly as he sunk his inches inside you. This time, he wouldn't fail to make you feel better. And until then, he'd keep going.

All night long, if he had to.

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appleblueberry-pie · 4 days

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Moving into a new house with Gojo & Yuuta hcs?

Safe Space

Gojo

Don't even let your mind conjure up the words to think to yourself about getting someone to move your stuff into the new house. That's HIS job.

You want the washing machine in that corner? He's got it. Oh, you meant the other corner? Don't worry, he'll be fine carrying this around, he's held heavier.

For sure has the couch on one shoulder when moving it into the living room, pecks your lips on the way in to make a point, muscles bulging as he effortlessly places the couch wherever you want it to be.

Pays for whatever you want to decorate the house.

HE'LL paint the outside aaand the inside of the house.

He'll build the damn shed in the yard.

He'll construct the bed and buy the mattress and shit. Only the best for his baby.

You like that view? Want ceiling to floor windows instead to make it bigger? He got it.

Mounts the TV on the wall and everything.

The only thing he can't do is cook the damn food, he's literally banned from touching the kitchen, you're the one who will redesign it.

You said you don't like the bathtub? Too small? Yeah, not enough room to-

Literally takes out the bathtub and has a new one brought in and installed in like an hour.

He's the only man who could possibly make the moving process a one-day thing.

Was this a set up to get pussy the same night? Yes.

Yuuta

Literally plans out the entire process with you for like so many weeks and is very excited to be able to do this type of thing with you.

He also doesn't enjoy having to pay for someone to help with the moving process when this can be a bonding experience for the both of you guys.

He makes sure to declutter the entire house before packing what he sees as important and helps you move that into the new home before getting to the fun part.

Letting you decorate the entire house is like being entirely covered by you. And he loves every second of it. So, everyday after work, you two stop by so many stores and he lets you run his pockets to pick whatever decorations your little heart desires. You like that slow cooker? Those curtains look nice to you? Super soft rug that's adorable and can go right by the bed? Stove mittens? Fluffy bedsheets? Done, done, done, done, done, and done.

Anything you want.

Loves seeing that excited smile on your face when you turn to show him what you'd think would look great on the patio or bathroom or whatever.

Loves watching you go back home to place it carefully wherever you wanted it to be.

Loves when you take laps around the house to stare at your work.

If the backyard is big, he'll help you build that big garden you want, that swing you've always dreamed of having.

Did he just hear you saying under your breath that you would love to have a fountain in the yard, too?

Would find the tools and materials and build it for you overnight.

Also does this to get pussy the next day.

Is very proud of his work when you come outside to see him finishing the fountain and you jump into his arms happily, peppering kisses all over his face.

Overall, he just loves experiencing these things with you.

#yandere #yandere x reader #jjk #reader #yandere x you #yandere character #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo #gojo x reader #yandere gojo #yandere satoru gojo #yandere satoru gojo x reader #okkotsu yuuta #okkotsu yuuta x reader #yandere yuuta #yandere yuuta x reader #yandere okkotsu yuuta x reader

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97linelover · 15 days

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Unspoken words - Choi Seungcheol

18+ / mdi

summary: when your boyfriend comes back home after an fight, you did not expect your world falling apart.

content: idolxseungcheol , non idol reader, cheating, angst, crying, talking about other woman, fight, no happy end!

wc: 1.1k

a/n: decided to publish my first angsty fic, please remember English is not my mother language.

With heavy steps, Cheol walked through the quiet apartment. "Baby? Y/N?" His voice was shaky and full of regret, the light was dimmed, and the TV was running. He walked into the living room to find you cuddled in the thick white fluffy blanket you always used to cuddle.

He wanted to kiss you awake; he wants to tell you how much he loves you like he always does when he comes home late, but within the night he lost that right to do it.

You fell asleep with concern written all over your face. He knows it because it happened far too often in the last few weeks.

"Cheol?" Your sleepy voice brought him back to reality. "Y/N" he breathless said you threw the blanket off your body. "I was so scared, Cheol" you whispered. "It was pouring, and we promised to never leave in a fight." He knows that if you talk longer, you will end up crying, and he does not want to make you cry. He never wants to make you cry or upset.

But he will destroy your pure loving soul within seconds.

"I'm sorry for being so bitchy, work has just been too much lately, and with you being away for Promo, I just felt tired, and then the rumor just brought me over the edge; the fear took over me, the fear of not being enough" you tried to play it cool, to play it cool that you really felt insecure next to Jihyo.

Seungcheol just listened; his heart broke with every word you said, and the love in your eyes when you looked at him was still fully there. "Y/N" his voice brought you back, and you looked at him. He rarely uses your full name, he always uses nicknames.

"Cheol, what's wrong" you furrowed your eyebrows. "Can you please take out your phone" you followed his request. "Go to Twitter, please" His voice was weak, and you felt weird, you felt like puking.

There was this gut in your stomach that made you feel unwell, you opened the app you downloaded to see the newest stuff about your boyfriend.

But there was no exciting news, there was nothing good at all, you swiped through the news tears already welling in your eyes.

There he was.

Your boyfriend of 6 Years, kissing her, Jihyo, the woman you were afraid of.

"Y/N" he whispered trying to explain himself. "It was just a kiss right?" You locked your phone, your voice weak "It was just a kiss; mistakes can happen" you said with tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat, your hands were shaking, and you felt like someone pushed a knife into your chest.

"It was not only a kiss" he said, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

He cheated on you, the man you were sure he was your endgame cheated.

"you fucked?" you said bluntly, your voice not the having the familiar warmth in it that he loved, and he shook his head, "what did you do?".

"Is it important?" he whispered, "Yes, Seungcheol it is. I want to know what could possibly be worth it to throw this relationship into the trash" you were braver than you would've thought.

"We were at a club after our fight, and I drank too much, and then we landed inside the bathroom, and she sucked me off, and I got her off," and that was your breaking point.

You took some steps back because you felt disgusted by him "please, I did not plan this" he whispered. "I was angry because of our fight, but I did not plan this" you scoffed "But you did, you went out after I poured out my heart to you, after I told you about my insecurities about her, and you go out and cheat on me with her" You felt the tears running down your cheek.

"you broke my entire trust, god I was so dumb, this was the reason we had our fight in the first place... and now it came true" you walked past him "you probably wanted her for a long time" you walked into the shared bedroom "No, I don't even want her now , I was not thinking straight, you're all I ever wanted"

"Leave" you said with so much venom that he felt cold all of a sudden. He knew it was over; he knew there was nothing to fight for; he knew your past with your dad cheating on your mom; he knew about your insecurities, but he still decided not to give a fuck about it.

"I will stay at Chan's place" he said quietly, and you sobbed. "I don't care, get the fuck out" he closed the door behind him, and you fell down to the floor.

He did not even apologize.

He did not even fight.

In the same night you packed your bags and went to a hotel, you felt like everything you believed in was fake.

You ignored every message he sent you, every page you followed, you unfollowed.

You texted the members that it is for the best if you do not stay in touch, that you could not act like they aren´t together most of the times, you did not know that the members made sure that he knew how he messed up.

And when Seungcheol texted you that the apartment was sold it was your time to gather all of your remaining stuff, he said he is at practice so you used the key to open the place you once called home. But when you heard the TV running, you felt all the color leaving your face. You found all the stuff in boxes, some with your name, some with his.

"Cheol?" you asked "yes, It's me, I m sorry I broke my ankle and I cant go to practice" his voice was weak. You walked towards the living room. "Oh.. how are you feeling?" you asked weakly, and he smiled "It would be a lie to say good; I did this myself," he shrugged. "I lost the love of my life, and now I can't even do my fucking job" At the mention of you, you felt like crying.

"Everything happens for a reason; maybe in the end we were not meant to be, even if we thought we were perfect" You felt the tears once again.

"I deeply loved you, fuck I was ready to spend my forever with you, but when I look at you all I see is pain and disappointment, Cheol, but it's okay because in the end I need to do what makes me happy, and you're no longer a part of that" this broke him completely.

You heard him sob, and you tried to ignore this ripping pain in your chest.

You turned around, "I wish you the best Seungcheol, I really do" you grabbed your stuff and walked out of his life.

There were so many words left unspoken.

#seventeen angst #svt angst #seventeen #seungcheol #choi seungcheol #au #svt au #scoups

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kiris-wife · 1 year

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by your side | spider socorro

summary: after getting captured by miles quaritch, spider becomes a hostage at the rda. but with a curious young girl secretly visiting him every night, he started to think that things couldn't be so terrible. based on this ask.

genre(s): fluff

warnings: none i guess? they're just purely in love i think that's adorable. this is not proofread, i got too lazy so if you see any mistakes, no you didn't!

there was a big commotion going around the rda base — a human boy, raised by na'vi, was being held hostage in the exact same place you were in. of course you were curious: people say you took a lot after your mother, wanting to know about everything and everyone. how would a human adapt in such different circumstances? could he speak english? how did a baby human end up in pandora? your mind was racing with so many questions. you had to see him now.

but it's obvious no one would let you do that. what could a sixteen year old do to help the operation? you shouldn't even be there; your mother only brought you partly because she had no one to take you in and partly because you begged her to let you come. luckily to you she was an important woman and with the help of a few people they managed to bring you to pandora. the conditions? don't stop studying. don't cause any trouble. keep your nose out of the adult's business.

you couldn't screw this up. being so close to the rda operation, even if it was just as a watcher, could be a big step for your future. so you tried your best to not get caught.

it was the middle of the night when you decided to go out of your shared room — your mother was a heavy sleeper so the chances of waking her up were almost zero. quickly typing in the password of his little kind-of-room-kind-of-prison, you couldn't keep your excitement to yourself.

"hey." you said closing the door behing you. "i know you're awake. i'm not quaritch. i'm not working for the rda either – wait, do you speak english?"

he turned his face to you with an startled expression — spider had so many questions. what was a teenager doing there? and why were you talking to him in the middle of the night? you had to be lying. there was no way you didn't work for them.

"um... my name's y/n. i know this might sound strange but i find you really interesting. my mom works here, you know. she's a scientist. i'm sorry about the way you were treated by them earlier... i mean the torture and stuff." you were getting closer to him, trying to keep things friendly.

"so you came here to apologise for your mother's actions?"

"sort of. i kinda want to know more about you. but i wanted to apologise for that too, yeah." now you were next to his bed. "miles, isn't it? can i sit down?"

"it's spider. nobody calls me that." he said giving you enough space to sit beside him.

"so... spider, how are you feeling? i mean... you were raised by na'vi and now there's just... so many humans. this must be confusing."

"there's humans where i live too. i'm not an animal, y/n."

"right, sorry. it's just that this is new to me. i didn't know humans lived in pandora. my mom does everything to keep me clueless about the operation — it's not like i should be knowing something, but i just want to learn more. people treat me like an outsider here, it's so annoying."

being an outsider. the boy knew a thing or two about feeling out of place. of course you were in different situations, but he could relate to your feelings in a certain extent.

"what are you even doing here? in pandora, i mean. you're like... my age? shouldn't you be at the earth?"

you shrugged. "i didn't have anyone to take care of me back there. and i really wanted to meet the operation. i want to follow my mom's footsteps, being a scientist and all."

you and spider kept talking about your differences and about pandora the whole night: he had so much knowledge to share, even if it didn't seem like it. he told you about the fauna and flora, the natives traditions and religion, and about himself too. he was quaritch's son. well, not this quaritch. the human one — you knew about the story. the colonel's memories were transfered to an avatar once he died.

you, on the other hand, explained to him how things worked at your home planet: the animals it had (he got really interested in monkeys and dogs), the organized society, and how the earth was dying. you talked about your hopes and dreams of a better planet and how much you wanted to make you mother proud. before you knew, it was almost morning and you had to leave before someone catched you with him.

"it's getting late, i have to go. but i'll be back tomorrow if you want me to? we can talk more."

the blond smiled at you — it was good knowing someone in this hell of a place, maybe making a friend even. "i'll see you tomorrow. take care of yourself."

...

a few weeks passed since you started visiting spider. you soon became really close — it was like you were a planet he was orbiting over. the boy was constantly thinking about you, craving for your attention; you became the center of his little universe.

he paced around his room impatiently. you were late. he didn't know what time it was, but he knew you should be with him already. you always came shortly after all the lights were turned off, maybe 20 minutes later. 30, if you were feeling scared of being caught. but it felt like hours already, and there was no sign of you.

the boy sat down on his bed. "im being pathetic" he though. it was impossible for such a smart and beautiful person as you falling in love with him. and there was the fact that you were from two different words — there's no way you wouldn't take this into consideration when getting closer with him. you wouldn't leave everything you know to be with him; he wasn't enough.

soon, he heard the sound of the keys being pressed, snapping back to reality.

"spider. sorry i'm late. my mom couldn't sleep so she kept talking with me until she felt tired. im really sorry i made you wait!"

that was a lie. you mother always fell asleep right after she hopped on the bed. the real reason you didn't come earlier it was because you knew that you were falling for miles socorro. and at this point you could do nothing to stop it. laying on the bunk bed you kept debating with yourself if you should just start to avoid him. he didn't feel the same, and it would never work out anyways; you knew how loyal he was to the na'vi and specially the sully family. it was only a question of time until he could find a way to escape the base and come back to his normal life. without you.

the thought of being separated made your heart ache. how could you become so attached to someone in such a short period of time? as your mind drifted back to the thought of being far from spider, you couldn't help but give him a tight hug, trying to fight back the tears forming on the corner of your eyes.

that was the first time you hugged.

his knees felt like jelly, trembling hands resting on your back. "why are you doing this? not that i'm complaining..."

"sorry. i'm sorry. it's just that i... i've been thinking." you said, not letting go of him. it was like you were scared he was going to disappear if you did so. "your place is not here, spider. you belong with the na'vi in the forest. it's not fair what they're doing to you. but is it selfish of me to wish that we could continue together?"

the boy tightened his grip on you. "but we can. come with me."

you went silent for a second. he didn't mean that, did he? it was insane, leaving all that you knew behind — your brilliant future, your mother, the place you called home — for a boy. but at the same time, it felt right. being with spider felt right. and it didn't matter if you were in the forest, the base or the earth. as long as you were with him, anywhere felt like home. "promise me you'll always be by my side. if i go with you, you can't leave me behind. don't forget about me."

translation: don't fall in love with someone else.

he broke the hug and looked at you, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear. "are you kidding me?" spider smiled. "how could i ever leave you? i'm not that dumb, y/n. you're the most amazing person i've ever met."

now it was your turn to smile; you knew it was hard, dropping everything just to be with him. but at the same time you had this gut feeling that it was going to be worth it. you didn't know how or when you were going to do it yet, but you had each other, and it's all that mattered. getting on your tiptoes, you placed a kiss at the top of his head, stroking his cheek with you thumb.

"ill always be by your side, spider socorro."

"and i'll always be by yours, y/n"

authors note: i hope this doesn't suck too much... i lowkey hate this scenario but i really wanted to give spider some love, my boy deserves it! i don't know if it's too long or rushed, i tried to fit everything that i wanted to happen in just one chapter bc i don't really feel like writing a pt two for this one, sorry.

likes + reblogs are appreciated! ♡

#spider socorro #spider socorro x reader #miles socorro #miles socorro x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #lo'ak x reader #jake sully x reader #kiri sully #neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #miles quaritch #atwow #avatar #atwow kiri #atwow fluff #atwow x reader #jake sully atwow

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oracle-of-dream · 8 months

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Working Hard

Minors DNI

Summary: Heeseung has had a tough time keeping up with schoolwork and social life. He had a video report due by midnight and waited until the last minute, so you decided to punish him in your own way.

Words: 1.6k

Pairing: Heeseung x Reader

It was a late Tuesday night, just before 11 pm. You breezed through your homework hours ago, showered and even had time to do a face mask. You were sitting on the couch in the living room of your apartment, swiping through TikTok on your phone until you heard a knock on the door.

You went to answer the door with a smile on your lips and a skip in your step. You already knew who it was, your boyfriend Heeseung was waiting with open arms as you opened the door.

“Hey Baby,” Heeseung says as you embrace him. He wore a soft green sweatshirt that was covered in his scent, which made you stuff your face in his neck.

You let him go and bring him inside, and he slips off his white sneakers as you shuffle into the kitchen. “So what was so important that you had to come over so late?” You asked while you poured yourself a glass of water. But you stopped when he didn’t immediately answer…

Heeseung loved you and loved to show it, so his not listening to you felt off.

“Babe. Why did you want to come over so late?” A sharper tone came out this time as your jaw stiffened.

Heeseung made a puppy face, he looked at you with big eyes and his head down like a dog in trouble. When he looked at you like that you always forgot why you were upset, but this time you remained focused.

“Don’t get mad-” He started, but you glared even harder at him. He shrunk into himself more, “I kinda forgot about my video project that’s due soon. And your computer camera is better than mine, so I was hoping you’d let me borrow it.”

You immediately relaxed. “That’s all? Why didn’t you just say that when you texted me before?” Hee was still holding something in, you could tell from the way his body squirmed while you looked at him.

“The project is due in an hour and I haven’t started…” He mumbled.

There it was. The real reason he didn’t tell you.

You pinched the arch of your nose and sighed. “What the hell am I going to do about you?” You walked out of the kitchen pulling him by the waistband of his jeans. “What were you doing before now?”

“Oh, I was with Jake at the basketball court!” His face brightened thinking about something not school related but then darkened when he realized he’d snitched on himself.

You huffed at him as you brought him into your room and sat him down in front of your computer.

“We don’t have enough time for a script, so you’ll have to improvise most of it. My notes are on the desk and on my computer, look over those and leave them open while you record your video. I’ll sit over here and watch you to make sure you actually do it.” You sat at the edge of your bed behind him and out of the sight of the camera.

“You’re the best!” He cheered.

You rolled your eyes. “I know. And you’re in trouble after this. I should tell Jake off too, he knows both of you suck at school.”

Heeseung chuckled as he turned on the camera and started recording. He ran through a few recordings but you kept making him do it again because he was being sloppy about it, he looked almost half-asleep. It was too late to go out anywhere and go get him something to wake him up, his project would be late by the time you’d got back. That’s when a perfect idea came to your head…

You slowly slid off the corner of the bed, making no noise and staying out of the vision of the camera. You crawled through the open side of the desk, sitting right underneath the computer and between your boyfriend’s legs. He was slouched and manspreading, he had to speak for a full five minutes for the project and was only about two minutes in.

You gently slid your hands up his thighs, which made him flinch and push your hands away. He stumbled over his words but picked himself back together. After a few seconds, you move again, this time you go for the button on his pants. You popped the button open and Heeseung’s left leg started bouncing in excitement. You slowly lowered the zipper on his pants, keeping it quiet and teasing him as your hand brushed over his pants. He was already hard and shifting his hips toward you, trying to make it easier for you to reach him. You slid his pants down far enough and his dick sprung out… He wasn’t wearing any underwear, like he knew you’d be trying something on him. You softly touched him, your hand grazed over his stomach and hips but avoided the spot he wanted most.

Heeseung seemed to get annoyed by your teasing when he reached under the table and held your hand, he slowly guided it to his dick and let you take over again.

You held it in your hand, it was warm and throbbed. He flexed every few seconds, he waited for you to do something but you just held it in your hand squeezing it slightly. You saw him peek down at you and make a face, he begged for more before he moved his hips to get something out of you. Anything at this point was good enough for him.

Lazily, you stroked it. Loosely you held it in your hand and jerked him off, but his reaction was priceless. He choked down a soft moan and tried to keep talking clearly. That’s when you put a little more work in, putting some strength in your grip and jerking him properly. You went from base to tip and worked him over slowly before gradually speeding up.

“So the main idea in-” Heeseung faltered as he felt something wet on him. He peeked down to see you sitting on your hand and touching him. He coughed into his sleeve to try and cover it up but had a goofy smile on his face the whole time. After a minute, you let him go, much to his dismay. He shuddered from the lack of contact and bucked his hips needily.

Under the desk you gripped his thighs again, knowing how ticklish he was. He tried to pry himself from your hands but you had a grip on him.

Squirming and smiling, Heeseung continued, “The protagonist wasn’t alone the entire…” Heeseing stopped talking for a moment. His mouth hung open slightly and he sharply blew out air like he’d eaten something hot. He glanced down to see his beloved swallowing his dick. Slowly, inch after inch disappeared and was covered by your mouth. He didn’t realize he’d stopped talking.

You pinched his leg, signaling him to keep going.

“I-I think… that t-the. Umm…” Heeseung struggled to get through even one sentence. He tried his best to hold in his moan. “Holy fuck.” He whispered as his head fell to you.

You looked up at him and that was almost his breaking point.

He placed his hand on the back of your head, letting his fingers tangle in your hair, and moved you to the pace he wanted. It was slow but deep, you moved his entire 8 inches before coming back to his tip. He never let you drop his meat out your mouth, not once. Heeseung gave up on the recording and didn’t bother keeping quiet anymore. He let out a deep groan as he leaned back into the chair, pulling his shirt up to his mouth to hold. He pushed his dick forward and pushed you into him and he forced you to hold it. Then while tugging at your hair he pulled you back and forth fiercely. It punched your throat, the warmth of it making him roll his head back.

Heeseung breathed heavily, moaning every word, “Baby, I can’t hold it. Where do you want it?”

You hummed a response to him, making him jolt in his chair. Thighs flexing, almost closing on your head as you take him fully. Your forehead laid against his muscular stomach. Heeseung let out a sharp breath before pulling you into him tightly. You tried to relax as much as possible, but your eyes stung from the sensation. His cock pulsed and pumped his cum right down your throat, barely giving you the chance to taste any of it.

Your boyfriend finally relaxed enough for you to pull away. The air finally began to reenter your lungs and you took slow deep breaths. You couldn’t even form any words, your lips swollen and had a soft sting to them. You laid on Heeseung’s thigh, letting your eyes close and listening to his breathing. You hadn’t noticed you finished untouched.

“You okay down there?” Heeseung asked between breaths.

You nodded and kissed his leg softly, which made him wince softly. “Did you finish your work?”

Heeseung laughed, “Still about the homework? I’ll send it right now, then we can sleep.”

You heard him click a few times before slowly sliding away from the desk and helping you from under it. Your boyfriend scooped you up and carried you to bed, where the two of you slept and enjoyed the warmth of each other’s bodies.

In the morning, you woke up before Heeseung and saw the computer was still on. You went to turn it off when you noticed an unread email from your professor.

“Hello Heeseung,

I think that you may have sent the wrong video to me. Let’s try and forget this moment, please send me the actual video report by the end of today. Professor Park Sunghoon”

You felt like you were going to burst into flames of embarrassment upon watching what Heeseung submitted to your professor, a recording of the night before.

You look over your shoulder to see Heeseung trying to sneak out of your bedroom door.

“HEESEUNG!!” You screamed as you chased him out.

#enhypen #enhypen smut #lee heesung x reader #lee heeseung #heeseung #heeseung smut #lee heeseung smut #heeseung x reader #enhypen fanfiction #oracle of dreams

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haikyu-mp4 · 10 days

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Media presence, part 3

word count; 1526 – gn!reader, final part of the mini series

go read part 1 and part 2 first for the best experience

You were tapping your foot under the desk like a bunny, lips pursed as you tried to choose who to talk to first. Your eyes settled on Hinata. “Sweetie,” you started, and he nodded eagerly as if he awaited praise. “You don’t have to do everything Atsumu and Bokuto do.”

Hinata visibly deflated, but puffed out his chest to put on a brave front. “Yes, boss,” he said, and it brought forth a small smile because you did like it when they called you that.

“Imagine how much you could have earned if Calvin Klein was the one asking you to do it. Now it’s just out there for everyone.” you kept saying, visibly frustrated. Once again, Sakusa was thankful that you couldn’t see the smile behind his mask as he watched you from the side.

You turned your attention to Bokuto and Atsumu, who were so perfectly placed in the middle of the four, both wearing very guilty smiles.

“It’s not about posting thirst traps, obviously hot guys draw attention,” you said and just missed the way Sakusa’s nose scrunched. You gritted your teeth, breathing through them as you stared at the angry message from one of your bosses that was open on your computer screen. “It’s the fact that Black Jackals has taken in four younger players and three of them are doing a flexing competition on social media like they’re 17 years old,” you said, definitely rambling at this point.

Did I forget to explain what happened? If it’s not obvious already, all three of your problem children posted shirtless thirst traps on their stories last weekend and hashtagged it with HottestMSBYJackal, and then Atsumu posted another one with a poll on it so people could vote between the three. While they gained a lot of younger followers from the stunt, your bosses were not happy as older fans of the team found them to be way too vain and busy with their bodies, and not focused enough on the sport or whatever. What you felt about it was irrelevant. Caring about what everyone else thought about them was your job.

Bokuto pouted and nodded, not understanding what he did wrong but still not liking your tone. “Sorry, boss.”

“I’m letting you off with a warning, just please think twice before posting stuff. Be normal,” you begged them, shooing your hand as a hint for them to wrap up the meeting.

Atsumu must have put some extra audacity in his smoothie this morning because he seemed to let the whole thing fall off his shoulders when you said they just got a warning. “I need to ask you something first, it’s important.”

“Let’s just go,” Sakusa said. He was trying to herd them outside without touching them, which always proved equally difficult. Perhaps he had an inkling about his teammate’s question.

“Which one would you vote for?” Atsumu asked, a toothy grin growing on his face that usually did great for advertisement. You sighed. They probably expected you not to answer.

“Sakusa,” you said, which made all three start yelling for different reasons. He was your favourite today after not participating, knowing that if he tried to stop them it wouldn’t have worked anyway. You covered your ears, regretting answering immediately.

“Quiet down, this isn’t a playground! Let’s go.” Sakusa commanded, this time with a sternness that made the others kick into gear.

“Keep your shirts on, thank you.” They were all on their way out, Bokuto and Atsumu hanging with their heads like wounded puppies who startled once you spoke again. “Not you, Sakusa.”

“Not keep my shirt on, or?” he asked, that Atsumu-coded smirk ringing from his voice.

“Don’t test me, sit back down,” you said, and he shrugged before following your orders. The other jackals had turned around and were looking between you two curiously until Sakusa closed the door in their faces. He sat down and excused them for being so loud, which you brushed off.

The bosses had instructed you to scold all of them, even though you insisted Sakusa was not part of it. Those old men only saw how everyone referred to the MSBY four online.

Honestly, you had no idea why you asked him to stay, so you had to pull something out of your ass real quick. Your mind was racing with all the things you had to do because even though this wasn’t the biggest scandal, it still came on top of everything you usually did. So instead of lying, you rested your head in your hands for a second. “I’m not sure why I asked you to come back inside.” It wasn’t some grand confession, but just that made it feel like a tiny butterfly was fluttering its wings in Sakusa’s belly. He was so pleased that he wasn’t sure what to say, choosing instead to scoot his chair closer to the desk and wait for you to unbury your face again. You eventually did, resting your chin on your hand instead. “Did you think about my suggestion yet?”

“Yes.”

You smiled, nodding your head as he once again gave you one-word answers. Feeling like there was too little air in the room now, you went to open the window. That might soothe your headache. “Once again, the quality of your answers rock my world,” you said sarcastically.

Sakusa hesitated for a moment before speaking up again. “You do a great job,” he said just as you sat back down. For what felt like the first time that day, you really let your eyes settle on him. His hair was a little extra nice that day, in your opinion. You liked it when it was more messy, not picture perfect. Behind the hair, you could still see how his eyebrows were drawn together. More than usual, you’d say.

If you were honest, you would have told him you didn’t always feel like you did great. That you felt like it was so difficult to understand who you were supposed to cater to when everyone had a different opinion and kept expecting you to bounce back every time you met a new challenge. Because you were so good at your job, that came with expectations.

However, your relationship with Sakusa wasn’t like that, so instead your eyes teared up a bit and you whispered a weak “Thank you”.

He nodded but desperately wished you were close enough that he could ask you to tell him everything. To rest your head on his shoulder and hug you until the pain went away. But he knew he had to go back to practice any minute now, and you two would stay an unspoken thing.

You might have only started looking at him now, but he had practically been staring at you since the second he and his teammates came into that office. “I’m sure those idiots will charm everyone with time,” he said, an added assurance he didn’t usually give anyone else. “I’ve seen Bokuto practising his Bokuto Beam, lately.”

“You’re right,” you said. The Bokuto reference did make you laugh and quickly wipe at one eye where a tear threatened to fall from the pressure. It had been a long day. “I’m just glad you didn’t join them, imagine you finally started posting and I had to yell at you.” Sure, you would love a shirtless photo of Sakusa, but your job came first.

“Mm.” He cringed at the thought, hands stuffed in the pockets of his training jacket. After a beat of silence, Sakusa’s frown slowly loosened up. He was glad he could make you laugh a bit, that wasn’t usually his strong suit. “Anything else?”

“No, you can go,” you sighed. “They need you.” He nodded and silently got up, wondering if he should say something more. But he didn’t, he just left. It left you staring at the door, sighing deeply as you realised your predicament. You felt something special for Sakusa Kiyoomi.

As Sakusa got home and settled into his sofa after he was freshly showered, he unlocked his phone and opened messages. He wrote a message, deleted it, and then repeated this a few more times before switching to Instagram. There, he opened the story camera and angled it to show a small part of his pristine living room where the last lick of the sun was shining across the floor. Imagine you finally started posting, were the words that rang in his ears.

The picture he took was nice enough, and he added “Good evening.” in white before spending a while choosing the font he liked. He even added a calm song he heard the other day and grew to like.

After it was posted, the likes flooded in, but he turned on silent mode and switched back to messages. He wondered if seeing the story would make you do another victory dance. Once again, he opened your contact and wrote, deciding to finally send it.

What are you doing for lunch tomorrow?

You: Probably eat

Sakusa rolled his eyes yet smiled affectionately. Eat with me.

You: Okay:)

You: I look forward to it

No more 'unspoken thing'.

part 1 ║ part 2 ║ part 3 (final part) ║ masterlist

#hq sakusa #hq x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyu #fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyu fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x you #hq #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #haikyuu sakusa #msby sakusa #msby

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ghostsbimbo · 5 months

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TF141 & them reacting to how creepy one of your friends are. A/N: Currently dealing with this right now. It's going to be them as a collective and then what they do separately to keep you safe around this friend. Please note, I'm at home on a holiday break so my stuff isn't going to fit the aesthetic I usually have until I get back to campus. contains: civilian!gn!reader, just a creepy rando.

the creepy friend and your relationship with them.

it started out as an innocent friendship, that is until he confessed his crush for you, and red flags would start to pop up - even though you didn't view them as red flags at first until you brought it to the brains of the lovely men of tf141. him calling you hun more than once, constantly calling you a child despite you being older than him, him even mentioning he knew where you live by viewing where you were on snapchat.

Task Force 141

You're oblivious to things about this guy at first. you just think he's really sweet and very generous. Its not until after he confesses he has a crush on you that red flags start popping up. you also completely forget how your other civilian friends are weirded out by him until you finally have your own personal experience that is creepy. you talk to the task force about the experience and about the other things that push you to the creeped out side that they finally step in in their own ways.

john price

he's the one who starts it with having an app so he can keep an eye on you whenever you're with said friend. and it stays as that. You only turn the tracking app on when you're with the friend. he absolutely gets uncomfortable when you guys go out and deliver food around the area until late at night. it definitely made him want him to be home with you more often when he knew this friend was a constant in your life because you didn't know how to say no, you being very much a people pleaser.

simon "ghost" riley

he definitely made sure to end up scaring the friend away from you when he heard that he was making you uncomfortable. he would try to come around when simon was off deployed but that didn't work because you made up a secret code for another trusted friend that was trusted by simon and simon if the creep was around. you basically had scary dog privlege and that friend would stay around for a couple of days just to make sure you're safe from your ex creepy friend.

johnny "soap" mactavish

when he heard your friend had made you feel extremely uncomfortable, he wanted to do something. he didn't know exactly what he wanted to do, but he didn't like the fact you felt unsafe when he was away, so he suggested to get security cameras and even followed in prices' footsteps with the tracking app that was used when that friend would be around you. he would have a little talk on behalf of you - an actual talk, not him beating the shit out of your creepy friend. - he did also suggest you get a dog for your safety, which you did. you made sure your cat would get along with the pup first though. ( your cat is extremely important to you, she always came first. if you needed to, you would put getting her food before yourself.) he definitely would help train the pup when he could, by the way, especially to bark and growl whenever the pup would see your creepy ex friend, and if that wasn't enough, lunge and attack at your command.

kyle "gaz" garrick

him being smart was quite the benefit when it came to this situation, he actually convinced your friend to start leaving you alone - as if he rolled a nat20 in charisma while playing DND. he didn't have to pull out the big guns of threatening him, but he certainly made sure to help you steer clear and avoid this friend as much as he could, to the point he suggested that you guys became room mates so you'd be some where you felt comfortable and safe instead of 100% on edge.

p.s. your civilian friend group totally drops him like he's a hot potato.

#cod mwii #cod mwiii #tf141 #tf141 x reader #john price #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #x reader #gn reader

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crychaoss · 8 months

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I genuinely can't get enough of q!Foolish and q!Jaiden's friendship and trust towards each other.

q!Foolish doesn't hide most of his views, he openly likes Cucurucho, and feels neutral towards the Federation, but he has one big secret which is that he's the Federation's official detective. And the only people who know about this are q!Jaiden and Leo. When Cucurucho told q!Foolish, that his position is official, he got a bit worried because this was supposed to be a secret, but he brought q!Jaiden with him. Instead of completely freaking and/or even threatening her to keep shut, he trusted q!Jaiden that she won't tell anyone, and that's exactly what she did. She didn't say a word.

And look at them now.

q!Jaiden said that she will start keeping secrets from now on because she has too much information and she feels like no one trusts her. When she came back she lied to everyone, but a few days later she pulled q!Foolish to the side and told him that she was never actually kidnapped and spent two weeks with Cucurucho instead. She also told him that there are two Cucurucho's. No one else knows about the full truth (not even q!Foolish yet, because in the middle of their conversation q!Etoiles and Pomme showed up and then q!Jaiden had to go so she couldn't tell the full story to q!Foolish)

q!Foolish was the best person she could've told this, because he's like "If this person doesn't bring up anything related to this information I have, and doesn't have anything to do with the information either, why should I tell them anything?", and he definitely won't just go out of his way to tell everyone that q!Jaiden lied. Not only he really likes q!Jaiden and sees her as a close friend, but he's just not that kind of a person to betray someone like that. Since q!Jaiden asked him to keep this a secret, he will definitely not tell anyone. He even said he won't tell Leo, which is huge.

q!Jaiden is the same. She only had that bit of a slip up because q!BBH manipulated her into thinking he already knew stuff, but at the end, with the help of q!Foolish, q!BBH didn't find out anything important.

So q!Foolish only trusts q!Jaiden and Leo with his full heart, and q!Jaiden only trusts q!Foolish. It shows not only because they are the only people who know each other's biggest secrets, but q!Foolish always goes to q!Jaiden if he needs advice, and q!Foolish was the first person she showed Bobby fields to, after q!Roier.

#qsmp #qsmp foolish #foolish gamers #qsmp jaiden #jaiden animations #cucurucho buddies #goldfinchduo

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softtdaisy · 1 year

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GIRL CRUSH - XAVIER THORPE

DESCRIPTION I you have a crush on Xavier but sure he likes Wednesday, so you take the opportunity to taste him on someone else's lips

PAIRING I Xavier Thorpe × fem!reader

WORDS COUNT I 2,3k

A/N I in case it wasn't obvious already, I have a crush on this man and after listening to girl crush, I decided to try and write for him. I hope it's worth it 💛

You felt stupid. Stupid. The stupidest person in the world.

It already wasn’t easy living in Jericho. It was worse to not have any power when you were living so close to Nevermore. And the worst part was that most of your friends came from the school, meaning you had to deal with all their abilities. While your only ability was to make good coffee. Ugh.

But all of this wasn’t enough for you. Of course not. You had to fall for one of these outcasts, as they call them. You wanted to scream at that thought. How could you been so stupid to let your heart guide yourself there?

Deep down, you knew it wasn’t entirely your fault. Like, you couldn’t blame yourself for Xavier Thorpe being this nice, right?

It all started when Xavier started coming at the coffee. He was the one taking command for all his friends. You noticed how he was always drawing some stuff on the recipe you gave him. Some were darker than the others. The situation was the same every single time: Xavier was too lost on his drawing and his mind that he only looked up when you came back with all the drinks. Then, he managed to grab them all and let the paper on the counter, forgetting about it immediately.

But you didn’t.

You kept all his drawing. It was art and you would feel terrible throwing them away. You always put the one in your apron and, most of time, forgot to take them with you when you were leaving.

After a few meetings, you started to talk and discovered some things about each other. He learnt where you were going at school and which majors you wanted to do after that, and you learnt how he was putting his hair behind his ear when he was getting nervous and how he had the most precious smile you ever seen. Among others important things, of course.

“Shit, [y/n] can you give me a pen and some papers please?” You were talking when Xavier’s phone starting rigging. You had no idea who was calling him and for what, but it seemed important enough for him to need to write it down.

Of course, you looked in your apron to give him what he needed. And, of course, what you took out was all the drawing you kept with you. To say you were red would be a euphemism. Xavier looked at you with an amused expression before taking one of the already used paper to write the information he needed. You were this close to run away before he finished his called. “So…you kept them?” he asked you.

You looked innocently, like you didn’t understand what he was asking. When he started to laugh, you immediately looked down again. You felt stupid. But when Xavier slowly put his hand on your check and encouraged you to lift your face up, you didn’t feel anything anymore. “I’m glad you liked them.” He said softly. He then brought his face closer to yours, which almost made you faint, to whisper in your ear. “And they come with a little surprise.”

That was how you discovered Xavier’s power.

Not long after that day, you started to hang out with his friends. They were all…pretty amazing, you had to admit. You hated the fact they were all magic and everything and you were just… you. But they all made sure that you never felt inferior, or not that much at least. And they did a really great job for that. Being with them was entertaining and interesting and you got to spend more time with Xavier, so yeah, no complaining.

Except for one thing. You really thought there could be something with Xavier after that day at the coffee. Especially when he started to offer you his drawings directly and to imply that he was thinking about you when he was doing them. You could tell it was less dark than before. And you thought it meant something.

But then you saw how he was around Wednesday. He looked at her like he would protect her against everything. You quickly noticed how he was always by her sides. When he wasn’t beside her, he was always making sure he could see her.

You liked Wednesday. She was a great friend. You liked how she was never pretending to be someone else and was always honest with you like she was with the others. You really, really, appreciated her.

But you were still jealous.

And there you were. At a party surrounding by everyone. And watching Xavier talking to Wednesday like he always did. You were almost leaving when Enid stopped you. “We’re going to play some game, come here!” and it wasn’t an invitation. It was mostly to tell you where she was taking you since she grabbed your hand and made you follow her through the room.

And they were all here, sitting on the floor in circling. You had a bad feeling about this. “Is this…some kind of truth or dare?” you asked.

“Exactly!” Ajax answered. “Except we can know if you lied.” You sighed at that thought and sat at the only empty space free: right in front of Wednesday and Xavier. She kept looking at you and you offered her a gentle and sincere smile. You couldn’t not like that girl. You simply wished she wasn’t stealing your crush.

The game started and it was pretty entertaining watching magic people play that. But of course, as a human, your dare ended up being pretty…ordinary, you had to say. “Kiss the person you find the prettiest in the room.” Bianca dared you.

You knew why she did that. But you couldn’t do what she was excepting. You couldn’t risk revealing your feelings to Xavier and being rejected in front of everybody. And losing him.

So got up. And walked. To Wednesday. You grabbed her face and kissed her without overthinking it. You heard some gasps but only focused on her lips and the way it took her a few seconds before she put a hand on your neck. It didn’t last long but it did mark the night for sure.

“That was…unexcepted. But interesting.” She said, thinking about your kiss while looking at you. Like they were doing right now. Including, Xavier who seemed more confused than ever.

You couldn’t handle all these eyes on you and run away from the party for good this time. You could already feel the tears growing in your eyes from the stupidity on your action. You had to stop for a second, just to check where you were going. And it was enough for Xavier to catch you. “Hey, where are you going?”

You could hear the amusement in his voice which made you pushed him away. “Leave me alone.” You mumbled, already walking back. But it wasn’t like Xavier was going to let you leave like that. Not after he saw how upset you were. So he took your hand slowly this time, but with enough strength to make you stop.

“Talk to me. What happened there? Why did you…why?” he couldn’t contain the little laugh at the end because it still seemed unreal to him that you kissed Wednesday. Not that she wasn’t attractive or anything, he would be lying if he said anything like that. But he was 90% sure to know who you were going to kiss. And it wasn’t the girl with the black hair.

“I don’t know, ok! I mean. I do. But…I don’t want to tell.” You tried to cross your arms on your chest but since Xavier was still holding you, you just brought him closer to you. You loved how he was caressing your wrist slowly, making you feel protected. You almost gave in. Until you remembered why you were in that state. “I’m sorry for kissing your girlfriend, ok?”

“My…what? No!” Xavier was confused and amused at the same time and damn you hated him for having such a beautiful smile. “Wednesday is not my girlfriend. She’s just my friend.” At the same time, he wondered what could have made you think that he was dating her. Was he that bad with girls that you imagined things like that?

You sighed. “Then why are you always with her? You’re always next to her like you’re scared for her, like you need to protect her like she’s your girl! You always have an eye on her and…I don’t know, I think like I don’t exist when she’s there.” You hated opening your heart like that, specially because you were sure you sounded pathetic. Xavier was going to laugh at you and said you were miserable and leave you alone, right?

Instead, Xavier put his other hand on your check like he loved to do and started to caress your skin with so much tenderness you almost melted. “I like her, she’s one of my closest friends here. So yeah, I want to protect her, and I always will. But if you had paid more attention, you would have known that I was always looking at you.”

“No, you don’t.” you replied, frowning. You were looking at Xavier way too much to know that. You would have notice, right? Or were you too concentrate on your jealousy to see it?

“Yes, I do.” He laughed, pinching your wrist which made you groan before laughing too. And just when you thought everything was back to normal and you could get away with your stupid idea for that kiss, something seemed to light up in Xavier’s mind.

“Wait…did you kissed Wednesday because you were jealous and thought that I was with her?”

You knew it was pointless, but you tried to run away, again. But again Xavier just pulled on your arm to bring you to him. This time, you ended up against his chest and as comfortable as it was, you had to look up to spill the truth. It was almost like the words didn’t want to stay in your mind.

“It sounded better in my head, ok? But I thought that I couldn’t kiss you because it would have been too obvious that I like you too much so I decided to kiss her so I could taste your lips on hers and…” you didn’t get to finish that sentence.

Because Xavier gave you exactly what you were looking for during your kiss with Wednesday: a taste of his lips. He was just like you imagined him to be, soft and dominating at the same time. Like he was controlling every little second of that kiss, from the way his lips were moving on yours to how his tongue made in his way into your mouth and his hand was holding your neck to keep you close. But he was soft too with the way his hand was still brushing your wrist or how you could feel a smile growing on his lips like he just realized what he was doing.

Once he was done, he gently put his forehead against yours and brought his hand from your neck to your check. “You could have asked; I would have given you a taste earlier.” He had this sweet, charming voice. And behind that flirty smile, you could tell he was sincere. You should have asked or be confident enough to kiss him. You wouldn’t have lost any time overthinking his interactions with Wednesday. You could have used that time being in his arms earlier.

You put a kiss on his nose which made him laugh softly. “I know for next time now.”

“When is next time?” He asked, frowning. Because if your first was quite chaotic, but memorable, what you didn’t imagine was that Xavier was dying to kiss you for weeks now. He had tones of drawings reminding him of you in his room until you started talking to each other. He dreamt about you so many nights that he guessed some people from school you knew about it. And, well, Wednesday was the perfect annoying friend reminding him that he still hadn’t try to get you and that he might lose you if he never does.

If it was up to him, he would be kissing you all the time. But he guessed now he had all the pleasure to make up for the lost time.

“What about now?” You offered.

You stayed like that for a few more minutes, just flirting together and kissing each other a lot. You couldn’t resist Xavier’s perfect lips. When a moan escaped his lips the one time you hold his hair, you knew you had so many things to try with that boy. Just like you felt his hands exploring your body with fineness, like he wanted to remember your curve to draw them.

In the end, you decided to go back to your place. You didn’t want to ruin the party more, even though Xavier kept telling you that you weren’t ruining anything. “Just tell Wednesday that she’s a good kisser and it’s not her fault I didn’t chose her.” You laughed, but still wanting to make sure you didn’t lose a friend in the process. And then you started to walk home, your head full of thoughts about a guy with long hair, a beautiful smile and magic hands.

“Oh, and by the way.” You turned around to look at Xavier. He was standing against a tree, his arms crossed against his chest. You wanted to run and hug him one last time, but you stayed there, appreciating the picture. With his messy hair and the genuine smile on his face. “I like you too much too.” This time you couldn’t resist and went to steal one last kiss from him.

Maybe you were stupid. But at least you were stupidly in love with the most wonderful guy you knew and that was worth it.

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All This Time Pt. 2

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Uncle Osamu!! (From Haikyuu) Summary: After getting pregnant by Rin at the age of 16, deciding that not telling him about is the best thing you could do for him. Considering his soccer career, you would only get in the way I always imagined their red hair, the same shade as taylor swift from the all-too-well short film. It's such a beautiful shade!!! Rei's hair is also like that.

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“Mama! My teacher said to give you this” She handed me a flyer that said “Family day! Bring your family over for a planned picnic at kitsune park!! With games and a special program prepared by…”

It said more stuff on the bottom but I didn’t bother reading it because… well it wasn’t THAT important. But it did say it was a potluck kind of event, so we had to bring something.

“This looks fun! Right, rei?”

“Yeah!! I’m so excited!! I can’t wait!!”

“Well, that’s great!! What food do you wanna bring??”

“Can we please bring dango???”

“Ehh, We need to bring something that other families can eat during lunch love, dango wouldn’t be enough. But we can bring a dango if that’s what you want, we just need something more.”

“What about onigiri mama??? We can have Uncle Miya make them!!”

“That wouldn’t be bad, he does owe me some money. Ok! Then it’s settled, we’ll have uncle osamu make onigiri”

“Good afternoon everyone!! We would like to announce the opening of our (blah blah blah blah)

Now for everyone who brought food, please be guided to our long table over there”

He pointed towards the long ass table to the side, then the parents started making their move to get a good space, Rei and I had already laid our picnic blanket on the ground so I told her to stay there while I put the onigiri’s that Osamu made on the table.

“Oh! Hello Y/n! What do you have there? Onigiri? How cute!”

I looked at the woman beside me, she was smiling on the outside but I know all too well that it was all fake, ever since they found out that I got pregnant at 16, they’ve been making me feel like a goddamn fiend ever since. Just because I look pretty even after having a kid and you don’t doesn’t mean that you get to talk shit about me behind my back.

“Yeah! And I see you have some gyoza. How… cute”

I purposely made my voice sound like I was mocking her and she just smiled, obviously annoyed. I just turned my back and continued putting out the onigiri.

Then they started their programs, they had some kids from an upper grade perform. They played games and stuff. I took a lot of pictures of my cute af daughter.

After 2 hours, they told us that it was time for lunch. I held Rei’s hand as we made our way to the food table. She pointed out what she wanted to eat, and I was just holding her plate taking whatever she was telling me to get.

“I want that ma! And that too!! Get some dango too Mom!”

“Ok ok, jeez, we can go back for seconds you know?”

“Ehh, but it might all get eaten by then” she pouted at my suggestion, I just sighed and we continued walking down the table. Our onigiri was second to the last of the row, as we reached the end, I was already holding 2 plates of food.

“Ok, is this enough rei?”

“Yup!”

“Ok, then grab us some juice over there, and I’ll meet you back to our spot ok?”

“Ok, mama!”

I watch her run off to the drinks station, and as I was about to leave, I heard the moms behind me talk.

“Ooh! Onigiri, nice!! And they're made by that miya guy too!!”

I saw in my periphery as the woman was about to get an onigiri, the same mom from before stopped her.

“Don’t!! Those were brought by y/n. She’s related to the guy who owns that restaurant (Osamu)”

The woman stopped by the mention of my name, and her stare of excitement and pure delight was replaced by disgust and an annoyed look shadowed her whole face.

“Ugh? That sucks, I was hoping to have some onigiri, but if it’s brought by her? nevermind”

“Right?? I was looking forward to it too, then Mina told me that it was that whore who brought it in”

The three of them probably didn’t notice me leave because they didn’t stop gossiping about me, I felt hot tears pool in my eyes. I sat down on the blanket and wiped my eyes before Rei could see me cry. I put on my shade so that I could cover my already red eyes.

“Look, mama! I got your favorite!”

Rei handed me the pineapple-flavored drink, I took it and chuckled. No matter how much other people shame me for having her, I would never regret having her. Because she is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

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Pure Comedy

A/N: I think its about time I wrote this one.

Warnings: nuance. If thinking triggers you, skip this one.

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Matty lit the extra joint that he had left for her, taking a first drag, like a quality assessor, before passing it over to her.

"Do you ever wish that I wasn't so...infamous?" he asked sinking back into the couch, resting his head on her shoulder, with his own joint in hand.

She glanced at him briefly, smiling, "Nah. I love having a rockstar boyfriend."

"I know you do." he giggled. "I said 'infamous,' though. Like....known for being a- 'walking intrusive thought.'" a faint smile flashed, fleetingly, across his face.

She hummed, thoughtfully, considering his question. Matty brought the blunt over to his lips.

"No, you know what? I really don't." she shook her head, the motion prompting him to move his head off her shoulder and sit back.

"that's good."

She turned to look into his eyes, "I know you. Knew what I was in for when I went out with you. The information was disclosed in the girlfriend contract."

He chuckled. "Was it?"

"In big bold letters 'WILL GET CANCELED. NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART.'"

"Hmm." He hummed in satisfaction, his foggy eyes zoning out as hr looked in front of him.

A moment of comfortable silence pass them by before Matty spoke again. "Good...that's good." he affirmed, reaching over and pulling her into his arms. "Would hate for you to be affected by it, or like, have people in your life give you shit or something." he kissed the top of her head as his arms squeezed her tight.

"Oh, that doesn't really happen anymore."

"It doesn't happen anymore?!! as in...it's happened in the past?"

she exhaled a puff, "mhm, a while ago, though."

Matty pulled himself away from her, looking aghast, "When?! Why have you never told me?"

"It's- yooo don't just un-hug me like that" she whined, grabbing him by his t shirt to pull him back in. "It's not that important. I can't remember when– maybe after a podcast, or a twitter thing, or something..."

"That's not very specific."

she laughed, accidentally inhaling the smoke and going into a coughing fit. "Does it - uhmm- really matter when it happened? it was like....a few months after we got together. a couple people I knew from college." She cleared her throat, watching as Matty got off the couch and walked across the living room to bring her her water bottle."

"thanks," she took a big gulp. 'Anyway, yeah, I wasn't, like, close with these people or anything. They sent me an article that the Sun had written about you -- i mean, if they're stupid enough to take that bullshit disgrace to journalism seriously then I don't really want them as my friends anyway-- and asked how I associate with you, and I told them where to shove it."

Matty held back a smile, "And...that didn't bother you? or cause you doubt?"

"Cause me doubt? no, not really. Bother me? maybe a bit, but, like, who cares what they think, you know?"

His tense shoulders relaxing as he sat with her words for a moment, Matty sighed loudly. "And your, like, real friends? never said anything to you?"

She smiled, "they have."

"What?! Why hav-"

"You wanna see the texts? I'll show you..." She pulled the phone out of her pocket, scrolling through a group chat exchange for a long minute, "Ah, here it is!"

"This one says, Matty getting banned from Dubai, with a bunch of like emojis and stuff. Is he alright? have you spoken to him?, and I told them that, yeah, I'd called you and you're alright and that you'd already been in Japan by that point."

Matty nodded, recalling the incident.

"So, Francis was like Oh, good! So I can fangirl without feeling bad about it cuz WHAT A FUCKIN BALLSY MOVE!!! And blasting the pride flag?? respecttttt. Ellie replies with Wait, when did that happen? I'm about to get off work. Have I missed something? I explained it to her and she said 'bout to blast 'Loving Someone' with the windows down omw homeeee. with a bunch of hearts and pride flags and stuff."

She handed Matty her phone to look at for himself. Smiling, he nodded and gave it back.

"You've been googling your name again, haven't you?"

"to be fair, when am I not googling myself?"

She giggled, shaking her head. "it's a toxic habit. you really gotta quit it, you know?"

"hmm."

She could tell, from the look in his eyes, that his mind was elsewhere, and she knew why.

"The way I see it is, like, the people who try an cancel you once evry fortnight fall into one of two categories: first, the people whose identity is so intertwined with performative call-out culture that your disruption threatens their sense of who they are; and, second, the people who are like 'oh its repetitive, its immature, i wish he'd just stop and be himself this is bad for him."

"Right."

"the first group...well, its not really even about you. It's just that their thinking is 'either you're down with woke culture and you must examine and call out every little thing, or you're a vile, selfish person who needs to be treated like the villain that you are.' You, my love, don't fit into either one of those options. But there is no room for that in their black and white thinking....like, it scares them to think that....they have to abandon their fundamental beliefs about what it means to be a progressive, or like, an advocate for change. And if they can't think of themselves as that, then that means that they don't know what to think or believe anymore."

Matty had been listening, impatiently, waiting to interject. "and you've never wondered if maybe they're right? that you're just blinded by my life changing dick and angelic voice?"

She laughed, hitting his chest playfully. "sure, I have. before I agreed to commit to you. And, look, i'm not unsympathetic to these people. it's scary, the state of the world that we live in. we all wanna be part of the solution. you're suggesting that maybe this solution isn't really effective, and that persisting with it is a waste of time. You're existing in this third alternative where you say 'there are better ways maybe. have we tried something new?' and thats uncomfortable. like, they do genuinely believe in their way of things. of course they're gonna be upset when someone shakes things up."

"That....is true." Matty shifted in his seat, crossing his legs.

"The second group- well, I guess I get where they're coming from even if I don't think the same way. When they tell you to shut up and sing, or when they wish you would 'just be yourself,' they're not actually asking for authenticity. They're asking for mindlessness. They don't want to have to think. To doubt or double-check or dig deeper into what they see you doing and saying. They just want total entertainment forever. Straight from the court jester to that sweet, sweet dopamine center in the brain."

Matty hummed in agreement. "I get that way sometimes. Its why I watch-"

"Porn?" She grinned at him, slyly.

"I was going with 'trash tv' but...sure, porn too. It's escapism, it's turning off your brain....relaxing."

"Right, and there's nothing wrong with that. But that's not who you are, Matty. You don't make escapism. You couldn't even if you wanted to. It's not in your nature. Fuck, if it were, you wouldn't get into these bi-weekly cancelation cycles. I think you'd be miserable if you tried to shut the fuck up."

"I know, I know. And I don't usually bother- I just-" "You're human. you make mistakes. That's authenticity. not...easy jokes and purity."

"Purity?" Matty's eyebrow quirked.

"Mhm. Purity is for suckers. Art doesn't exist without ambiguity."

" expensive price to pay as an artist."

"yeah, but like you are an artist. You're incapable of being happy doing anything else."

Matty's chest welled up, tears in the corners of his eyes. It was beautiful, being known so intimately by her.

"God, I'm pretentious." He quipped,

"Your heart is in it. That's what matters. Makes it not pretentious."

"Right, yeah. If only we weren't literally getting high and having this deep conversation right now."

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New Endings - Part 5

A/N: Once again, I'm so sorry that it took me a while but I hope you'll like it nonetheless! Also want to thank all of you for all the love on this serie, it means a lot! 🥰

Warnings: Lots of angst, mentions of a gun, swearing, smut (If you don't feel comfortable reading that part and decide to skip it, don't worry! You won't miss out on important details for the rest of the story!)

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What was supposed to be a new start turned into a day she dreaded. After Arthur brought her home and she had assured him many times that she was alright, she was alone in an empty house again. The silence that was almost deafening, made her realise even more what had happened. Her body broke down, the build up tension released itself in tears and uncontrollable cries of despair. The gun was still firmly pressed against her body and it felt as if it was burning a hole into her. A hole of guilt, fear and doubt.

She tried to distract herself by putting her groceries away and washing her new dress. It didn’t help as the tears kept coming and sobs kept leaving her mouth. Instead she dragged herself upstairs to hide the gun that felt like a burden clinging onto her body. David kept torturing her, even when he wasn't physically there. She looked around Tommy's room, desperate to find a place to make it disappear. It suddenly struck her, she was a betrayer. She was hiding a weapon meant for him in a place he was supposed to be safe. A room where she had made so many memories in and which she was now using against him.

It was as if her heart broke more and more as each second passed. She couldn't think straight and just wanted to get over with. She quickly hid it in the back of the drawer of his nightstand, covering it with the stuff he had left behind.

She decided to take a warm bath after, hoping that the water would calm her. It did, sort of. She gently took care of the roughed up spots where she could still feel David’s tight grip. She tried to wash away the feeling of him holding her but the forceful grip he had on her life didn't fade.

She’d spend some time in the tub before she dried herself and got ready for bed. All she wanted was to disconnect from reality, even if it was just for a little bit. While she snuggled into the blankets, her brain replayed the events of the day to the point where her tears ran down her face until she finally fell asleep.

Only a few hours had passed when sunrays crept trough the curtains, waking her. Her eyes were burning from the many tears that had left them. She dragged herself out of bed and changed her clothes. It was her first day at the betting shop and she needed to at least try to look decent. When she looked in the mirror, she noticed her puffy eyes and the dark circles underneath them. She tried to cover it with her make up although it didn’t made much of a difference. She took a deep breath and forced a smile on her face. Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror and no matter how hard she tried, her eyes didn’t match her bright smile. It was all she could do. She’d make up something if someone asked her questions, her situation gave her enough options for now.

When she entered the kitchen downstairs, there was already noise coming from the betting shop. While she was busy preparing her tea, her mind wandered back to time she used to work there, remembering how she always enjoyed it, maybe it would be good to be back.

Once her tea was ready, she took her cup and stood in front of the big doors that separated the kitchen and the shop. She took a deep breath, gathering some left over confidence before entering. “Good morning.” She smiled at Polly who leant against one of the tables. “Good morning, love.” She greeted her back, her curious brown eyes lingering on her as she returned the smile. “You remember Esme, right?” She wondered. (Y/N) nodded in response. “She’ll be helping you today. If needed of course, knowing you, you probably still know how it works.”

She chuckled at Polly’s remark. “I do but I’d like some help, just to be sure.” She kindly smiled at Esme as she sat down next to her. “How are you?” She asked her as she tried to make some kind of conversation with the other woman. She attended her and John’s wedding but not much later her and Tommy separated, so she never had the chance to get to know her that well. “I’m good.” Esme’s dark eyes scanned her face. “How are you?”

“I’m doing fine.” She smiled. “Excited to get back to work.” She added before both of them went trough the proceedings. A few things had changed, however, it was easy for her to get back into it.

A few people had already lined up in front of the entrance of the shop, eager to set their bets and in hopes of making more money. Esme got up as she checked the time on the clock. “Do you think it’s going to be busy today?” (Y/N) wondered as she looked at the woman in front of her. “No, I think you’ll have it easy.” She gave her a small smile as her eyes scanned over her once more. It gave (Y/N) an uneasy feeling but she decided to let it slide.

When the last costumer left the shop and she had locked the door, she realised how quick her day went by. Esme was right, it wasn't very busy but it was alright for her first day. She hadn't much time to worry and it felt good to be around other people again. While she tidied up her desk, footsteps came closer and John came in sight. "How did the new employee do?" He asked Esme, giving her a quick peck on her cheek before winking at (Y/N). "She did well." She smiled back at her husband. "Didn't expect anything else." He smiled. "How was it for you?"

"It is good to be back actually." (Y/N) chuckled while putting some books aside. "I'm glad, we're happy to have you around again." He shared with her. His words made her instantly feel guilty, suddenly very aware of the situation she found herself in. "Thank you." She smiled at him before quickly occupying herself with other chores. "Have you seen Pol? She needed something from me." He asked Esme. "She went upstairs."

"Alright." He answered before making his way up the stairs, his long coat flowing after him. While (Y/N) finished her other tasks, she caught Esme looking at her, before she could say something, Esme spoke up. “I don’t want to scare you but you have something… dark around you. It’s following you.” (Y/N) felt chills running over her back while keeping her gaze on the woman in front of her. “What do you mean?“ Esme shook her head slowly. “I don't know. It might have to do something with the past but it could be the future as well.”

Words got stuck in her throat, not knowing how to respond to it. "I-I guess it's the past." She quickly replied, not wanting to continue further on the topic. "But I'm trying to break free from it. I hope that dark... whatever it is, will stop following me then." She awkwardly chuckled. "I think you need to be careful. It's-" Esme was cut off by an enthusiast yell from John along with the creaking of the wooden stairs as he came down, Polly following him.

"Oi, (Y/N)! Before I forget, Tommy is sending someone to pick you up tonight. Heard you have a little dinner date." He teased, a big grin on his face. "Is that what he called it?" She asked him, knowing very well John made that up. "Do you want it to be?" He smirked. She rolled her eyes at his comment. "He just invited me over, think it's just about what my plans are."

"And what are your plans exactly?" He curiously asked as he sat on the edge of her desk. "I don't know yet." He nodded. "Well you should enjoy your date then, maybe the rekindling with my brother will help with your plans." He chuckled, getting Polly on his hand as well. "Please, shut up." She scoffed jokingly but slightly annoyed by his assumptions. "Don't you have to go?" She joked as John checked his pocket watch. "Well all jokes aside, we do actually." He turned to Esme. "You ready?" He asked as he hopped off the desk. She nodded. "Yes." She looked at both Polly and (Y/N). "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." (Y/N)'s eyes lingered a little longer on Esme as they both left. "Something bothering you?" Polly wondered as she sat down on a chair in front of her. She turned her head in Polly's direction. "No, just thinking about today."

She could feel Polly's eyes burning into her skin. "I'm just going to be honest with you, there's something off about you the moment you walked in here." A lump started to form in her throat. "I didn't sleep much last night. Guess that's it."

"That's the only thing that could be it?" The older woman wondered, almost sounding sarcastic. "Yes." Polly shook her head. "When are you going to start being honest with us. All of us." Her voice sounded stern, as if she knew something. "I am. I have been since the beginning." She defended herself. "I know that there's more (Y/N)." Her brown eyes stared intensely at her, in a way that should be taken as a warning. "If you don't tell, I'll find it out myself."

The accusations turned her nervousness into anger. "Please do." She snapped. "I'm very curious what you come up with, if you can even find anything." She turned to walk to the door, done with the sudden change of the conversation. "I know what your husband does and I know who he's working with. He was here for a reason, one you know everything about."

Her body made her stop in front of the door, her hand resting on the door handle as Polly's words made her blood run cold. She bit the inside of her cheek before turning her head to look at the woman who was waiting for her reaction. "I don't know what you're talking about." She pushed the door handle down and disappeared into the house.

Darkness surrounded the car as it stopped in front of the doors of Arrow House. She thanked the driver before she got out and walked up the steps to reach the door. She decided to wear her newly bought dress, she loved it the minute she saw it and somewhere deep down in her heart she hoped Tommy would do the same. Besides that, it gave her a much needed boost of confidence that she could use.

Doubt arose within her as she wanted to knock, her hand resting on the door. She felt calm on the way here but now it suddenly turned into the nervousness she was almost getting used to. She needed to tell him something but the fear of his reaction made it hard. While she let the words play trough her head, a wave of sadness hit her. She didn’t want to but she had no other choice.

She filled her lungs with the air she desperately needed to calm herself, forcing a small smile on her face before her knuckles hit the wooden door a few times as she waited for it to open. She expected to see one of Tommy's maids but instead she was met with his piercing blue eyes. "Good evening." His low voice greeted her as he eyed her. "Good evening." She replied as she watched him step aside. "Come in."

She walked past him into the house. "Let me get your coat." He said as he closed the doors, sliding the coat off her shoulders. The gesture made her feel welcome but also a little awkward at the same time. He hung her coat on the rack and turned back to her. "I thought you had a maid." She supposed, thinking of the first time she visited Tommy with Arthur. "I do." He stated. His answer was short but simple. She looked at him, waiting for him if he was going to add more. "Luckily I'm still allowed to open my own door. Lets start with a drink, shall we?" He switched the subject. She nodded. "I'll follow you."

As Tommy started to walk trough the hallway, she took in the enormous spaces and many paintings that decorated the walls. "I still can't believe you actually have maids." She blurted out as she looked at him. The corners of his lips turned into a tiny smile as he slowed down. "Well I guess you didn't live a bad life yourself, except for the obvious circumstances you're in." He assumed, he had noticed the expensive coat she was wearing and the sparkling necklace that decorated her neck the day he saw her again in the hotel. Diamonds, he supposed. "Well... no but we didn't have maids." She chuckled.

"Doesn't matter. We both worked hard for it, eh?" He stopped, while he looked at her. "You certainly did, knowing where it all started." She smiled at him. "Guess all of it was a good motivation." He let his hand softly rest against her lower back, guiding her further trough the hallway. While she let him, she noticed the portraits that hung in the big stairwell. "Is that your son?" She stopped and pointed at a portrait of Charlie. "Yes, that's Charles."

"Do you mind?" She turned her head to look at him. "No, go on." She walked up a few steps to take a closer look. "He's got your eyes." She smiled while looking down at Tommy. "Looks like a sweet little boy."

"He is." Tommy nodded, patiently waiting for her. She looked at the other portraits, most were of him, Charlie or horses until her eyes fell on a portrait of a woman who seemed familiar. She walked up a few more steps and let her eyes run over the painting. "Is that your wife?" She asked, her eyes not leaving the canvas in front of her. "She was. Yeah." (Y/N) nodded slowly. Some type of aching tugged on her heart. She wasn’t sure if it was jealousy or if it reminded her of the broken heart she suffered from years ago. "I see." She swallowed harshly. "I didn't know you married the barmaid."

"I did." He answered her. She didn’t want to start about the past again, she wasn’t here to fight about their life choices once again but she’d lie if it didn’t do something to her. She turned around, facing him. "What was she like?" She wondered as she walked down the stairs, returning to the spot Tommy was standing. He watched her as her dress flowed around her, every step she took, turning her into the elegant woman he always knew. "She was sweet, very caring." He kept focused on her until she stood in front of him. Her eyes meeting his. "But she betrayed you nonetheless."

"It happened before our marriage, you know that." He defended. "I knew she betrayed you, not that you married her." She sighed. "But I shouldn't speak ill of the dead."

"You shouldn't." He agreed before continuing his way to the sitting room, gesturing for her to sit on sofa. "Gin and tonic?" He asked as he tried to forget about their previous conversation. She nodded. "Please." While he poured her a drink, she looked around the room. “How was your day at the betting shop?” He asked her as he handed her the glass. “It was good, not very busy but that got me more time to get back into it.” She explained to him as she watched him pour himself a whiskey before returning to her, sitting in a chair that stood next to the sofa. “Heard you still remembered a most of it.” He commented. “Did Polly tell you?”

“John.” He replied as she nodded in response, knowing Esme probably told him. “But yeah, I did.” Tommy took a sip of his whiskey. “Still liked it as much as you did?” He asked. “I guess so yeah.”

Silence fell over them. No matter what the reasons were when she was around Tommy, there was always an awkward tension between the two of them, as if neither of them could be completely theirselves. However, she didn’t even know what Tommy was actually like these days. His eyes wandered over her body, taking in every inch of her. She caught his gaze, her arms trying to cover herself.

“I like your dress.” He spoke up, his eyes softening when he met hers. “Thank you, I got it yesterday.” She smiled kindly at him, stroking her hand over the fabric. “It’s very pretty, suits you well.” He complimented her, making her heart skip a beat. “You don’t look bad yourself.” She commented on his suit, looking neatly as always. Her glass touched her lips seconds after she said the words, sipping the liquid to make her feel at ease.

“Well thank you.” He said. “How was it yesterday? Felt comfortable enough with Arthur?” He questioned, his arms leaning comfortable on the sides of his chair. She gulped. “I did. It was good to be out again and he looked out for me very well.” The words came out of her mouth so easily. His eyes scanned her face as if he was looking for something. “I’m glad. It’s been long enough for you. I know how much you love your freedom and independence.”

His comment made her think. “I do.” She took a sip of her drink, gathering courage to get something of her chest. “Tommy…” She started, not knowing how to begin her sentence. “Look I-“ She was cut off by one of the maids, telling them that dinner was ready. Tommy thanked her and got up. “Lets move to the dining room.” He watched as (Y/N) got up and led her to the dining room, pulling out her chair so she could sit. “Oh thank you.” She watched as he sat across from her. “Apologies for the interruption, what did you want to say?” He asked, the nerves getting the best of her. “I…uhm. I wanted to thank you for inviting me. You really didn’t have to, you know.”

“But I wanted to.” He looked up as the maids came in with the plates, putting them down in front of them before leaving again. “I guess you have a cook as well? Or did you prepare this yourself?” She joked, trying to forget about the things that were plaguing her mind. “Your first guess was right.” He softly chuckled as she smiled at him.

During dinner she got more comfortable, he seemed to let down his guard a bit and so did she. While sharing a few casual stories and finishing their desert, Tommy suggested to go back to the sitting room. While they moved back, she felt his hand on her lower back again, his fingers gently caressing her covered skin, causing her to feel a jolt deep in the pit of her stomach.

After sharing a few more drinks she was stood in front of the fireplace, letting the dancing flames warm her skin. Tommy came up behind her and let one of his hands rest on her shoulder as he watched the flames, the orange hue reflecting on both their faces. “I’ve been thinking.” His low voice catched her attention, her eyes focusing on the fire in front of her. “About?”

“About us.” His words made her tense up, her throat suddenly felt dry. “Us?” She turned her head slightly to look over her shoulder, her hair falling in front of her face. He hummed before gently putting her hair behind her ear. “I know you felt it too.”

She turned her head away from him, looking back at the flames. “I did.” Her words were soft. She felt his other hand graze against hers, his fingers softly touching the back of her hand. Her heart started beating faster at his touch, the words he just spoke repeating themselves in her head. “I have to tell you something.” She had made a decision and he needed to know about it. “What is it?”

She turned around to face him, taking a deep breath to ground herself before looking into his blue eyes. All she wanted was to fall right into his arms and his comforting voice to tell her that everything would be alright but she was far too deep in to get out. She had a plan and she’d rather sacrifice herself than him. “I’m sorry.”

"Sorry for what?" He asked, confused by her apology. She felt the tears pricking in her eyes. "I'm going back." Her words left her mouth in the softest whisper. "What?" His low voice filled the room. "I'm going back to David."

He was silent. His face remained neutral as his eyes bored into hers. He noticed how they had turned glossy, he noticed her trembling hands and he noticed how she tried to keep herself together. He shook his head before he spoke up. “Is he forcing you to?” He tried his best to sound calm although there was an turmoil burning inside him. “No. I decided it myself.” She tried to sound convincing. “Did you fucki-“ He stopped his sentence, realising his voice was harsh and loud. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed before starting over on a calmer tone. “Did you forget what he did to you (Y/N)?” Adding her name in hopes to let it get to her head.

“No, I did not. And I know this must felt like ingratitude or a dumb decision but I have to do it.” Tears sat in the corners of her eye, threatening to fall. “You’ll understand why. Later.”

“I want to understand it now. Explain it to me now.” His words were firm, laced with confusion and desperation. “I can’t.” She wanted to take his hand but hesitation made her pull away. “But I will soon.”

“What the hell is going on with you? Did you forget how scared you were? Did you forget all those bruises? Did you fucking forget about the pain?” The last words were spoken loud and harsh, in hopes to make her see what she was doing. She did see it, she did realise it. “I did not. I promise I did not.”

A hopeless gaze was evident in his eyes. “What will change your mind?” His words were much softer than before. His question broke her heart and a tear fell down her cheek. “Nothing. I made my decision.” She tried to sound confident. “I don’t fucking understand. What the fuck happened? Did he hit your head so hard that you’ve gone fucking mad?”

She shook her head. “I promise you’ll understand.” She gave him a weak smile. “When?” He questioned. “When did you decide this, eh?” The anger in his voice was growing. “Last night.” She confessed. “I just wanted to have a proper goodbye. You were there when I needed you the most.” She grabbed his hand as more tears threatened to spill. “I want to thank you for that.”

He sighed, as he looked at her in disbelief. “Fuck.” He turned around as he threw his hands in the air. “Fuck!” His voice bellowed trough the room as he walked across it. “I don’t fucking get it!” His voice was loud. Her fingers grabbed onto the fabric of her dress as she watched him. “You want a goodbye, eh? I’ll fucking give you one!” He turned around and stormed back to her, grabbing her face as he crashed his lips against hers. He caught her by surprise but her hands found their way around his neck quickly while their lips explored each other.

His hand grabbed onto her waist as he deepened the kiss. Her hand ran trough his hair as she melted into his touch. She felt his tongue graze along her lips, parting them slightly so his tongue could slip in. He was demanding, showing her that he needed her. Her hands slipped under his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. His hands left her waist, pulling the jacket off his arms and throwing it on the floor, not breaking their kiss in the process. His hands found their way to her waist again as she fumbled with the buttons of his vest. Once she opened it, Tommy discarded them along with his jacket on the floor.

His lips left hers for a second. “Stay here tonight.” She nodded eagerly. “I will.” He pulled her closer and pressed his warm lips against her soft ones once more. One of her hands rested on the back of his neck while the other slowly slid down his chest. Her blood was rapidly pumping trough her veins, just like it had done the day before when he had kissed her in his office. The feeling of having him so close was so familiar and intoxicating, making her forget about all her troubles and making her feel alive for the first time in years.

Her hand slowly moved to she side of his neck, his rapid pulse beating against her skin. The mix of anger and lust spreading trough his body like poison. The words she just told him repeating vaguely in the back of his mind while he focused on the feeling of having her close. Her soft touch awakening the closed up space in his heart.

His hands grabbed her cheeks, feeling the wet stains of the tears that had fallen. He slowly pulled away and looked at her, she placed her hands on his wrists and stared back into his eyes. "Fucking stay." His words came out as a hoarse whisper, a mix of a demand and desperation. Knowing that if she left, he would never see her again.

She nodded as she took his hands away from her face and kissed him eagerly. His hands ran hungrily over her body, trying to feel every inch of it. His lips left her mouth to kiss down to her neck while listening to her sigh of pleasure. "Tommy..."

His hand grabbed onto her waist, pulling her against his body as he moved his head, their noses almost touching and his electric blue eyes staring directly into hers. Her fingertips touched his cheek softly, leaving his skin burning for more.

Discarded clothes covered the floor of his bedroom, eagerly pulled off each other as they were not able to contain themselves anymore. Soft moans left (Y/N)'s mouth as he kissed her neck and his fingers slowly circled over her clit. Her hands holding onto his arms to keep herself steady.

"Tommy, please." She was begging him to continue. He gently kissed her again while he added more pressure, muffling her moans with his mouth. Her hips moving to find the much needed friction. "I need you." She whined softly as her hand moved to his neck to pull him closer. "I fucking need you." She teasingly sucked on his bottom lip.

Her words made his excitation grow as his hands ran over her body, gently getting ahold of her boobs. "I need you too." His voice was low, filled with lust. "Come get me then." She teased as she let her legs rest on each side of his hips. He stroked his cock and lined up with entrance before gently entering her. She moaned at the feeling of him stretching her walls, a wave of pleasure running trough her body.

A low groan left his lips as he started thrusting gently, he leaned down to share a kiss with her. "Fuck..." He moaned against her lips as he started to pick up his pace. Her hands ran over his back, a soft whimper escaping from her lips as their kiss turned into a messy one.

She moved her hips against his, her nails digging into his skin. "Tommy..." The sound of her moans filled the bedroom. He kissed down to her neck once again before sucking softly on her skin. Her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling softly on the ends. His hands moved to her hips, grabbing them tightly as he moved faster.

She stared into his eyes, as moans kept escaping her mouth. Her hands moved down to his shoulders while she held onto him, trying to keep herself together. "I'm so close." She whimpered as he leaned down to kiss her once more. His hand moved between her legs, gently rubbing her clit. "Cum for me, love."

The feeling of his thrusts and the pressure on her clit made her muscles tense up and her breath turned in to short gasps. Before she knew it, an intense wave of pleasure crashed trough her body as Tommy kept going trough her climax. Loud moans filled his ears. "Oh my god.." Her fingers digged into his skin as he left her panting underneath him. She felt his thrusts became slower and messier, moans left his mouth as he reached his release. Strands of his dark hair hung in front of his face as he rode out his high.

She grabbed his face, kissing him eagerly before meeting his eyes. "I love you." The words fell too quickly off her lips, high off her mind from her climax. He parted his lips slightly before kissing her again. "Then fucking stay."

She stared into his eyes, ready to say something until she realised what she had just told him. She grabbed his jaw and pulled him back into a kiss, not ready to say anything else. She let her tongue slide into his mouth, exploring his, showing how much she needed him instead of telling him.

She felt his hands run trough her hair, gently holding her face before pulling away. He slowly pulled out of her and laid down beside her, his arms wrapping around her body before sharing another kiss. "You know you belong here. Right in me arms."

"I know." She confessed as she let her fingers run trough his hair. "Then please tell me what's holding you back." His fingers gently ran over her face. She pressed a soft kiss in his neck, not knowing what to say. "I can't. Just trust me Tommy."

He shook his head. "No. Tell me what would make you stay.” He didn’t want to sound desperate but after all the things she had been trough, he just couldn’t understand why she would want to go back.

In all honesty, he didn’t have to do anything to make her stay, she’d gladly wake up in his arms in the morning and never leave his side again. “You can’t.” She looked away before resting her head on his chest, the sound of the rhythm of his beating heart calming her.

He stroked her hair as he let all the possibilities of her decision go trough his head but he couldn’t come up with a logical explanation.

They both got ready in silence. He knew he wouldn't be able to change her mind anymore. She was going to walk out of his life in a few minutes and there was nothing he could do to stop her. He watched her silently from the bed as she looked in the mirror, doing everything to avoid his gaze. The moment she would look into his eyes, she knew she'd break and wouldn't be strong enough to leave his house.

"I'll be downstairs." His low voice fought the tensed silence in the room as he couldn't bear to watch her anymore. "I'll be ready soon." Her soft voice answered him as she nodded in response, leaving the room after and making his way downstairs. She let her face rest in her hands as soon as she heard the door close, trying to stop the tears that were threatening to fall. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before looking in the mirror again. This was it.

Her mind wandered back to the night before, the feeling of having Tommy close, his touch and the way she woke up in his strong arms, protecting her at all costs. She knew he was everything she had been hoping for her but she had to leave it all behind. It was her turn to protect him at all costs.

She made her way down the stairs while she looked around to see if she could find a glimpse of Tommy. Walking over to his office, she found the door half open. As she knocked softly, she heard his voice. "Come in." While she walked in she found him leaning against the front his desk in only his undershirt, his legs crossed and a cigarette between his fingers. "I guess I'm ready."

He took a drag of his cigarette before blowing the smoke out of his nose. "Wouldn't you like some breakfast before you go?" He wondered. She shook her head, knowing he was trying to stretch time. "No, it's better if I go now."

He stood up, stubbing his cigarette out in his ashtray and making his way over to her, both walking out to the hallway. While she got her coat, he watched her put it on. It took her a few seconds to turn to face him. "Well..." The words got stuck in her throat as she looked up at him, his blue eyes were laced with frustration and sadness. "I-." She breathed in before continuing. "I'm sorry, Tommy."

His lips parted slightly, ready to speak up but no words coming out. Her fingers fumbled with the fabric of her coat. "I hope you made the right decision for yourself." He sounded sincere, although she could hear a hint of worry. "I hope so too." She gave him a small genuine smile that turned into a sad one. "Until we meet again." She turned around to make her way to the door.

He nodded, his eyes following every step she took until she stopped. She stood there for a while until she turned around and quickly made her way back to him. As her body came in contact with his, she wrapped her arms tightly around his torso and she let her head rest against his chest. The sudden impact got him by surprise and it took him a second before he gently wrapped his arms around her. His chin rested on top of her head while he calmly stroked her hair. Her hot tears seeped trough his shirt and her quiet sobs died down against his chest.

"Thank you, Tommy. For everything." She whispered, her hands gripping on his shirt. He stared into the space in front of him, his mind full but empty at the same time, not knowing what to do. "Always, love. You'd do the same for me." His voice was soft and his hand stroked her back to comfort her.

They stood there for a while until he felt her move, her arms leaving his body. He didn't want to let go. This moment would be the last time he would be holding her, he knew it.

He kissed the top of her head before letting her go. The warmth of her body leaving him immediately. She looked up at him, the sight of her tear stained face making it even harder for him. "Bye, Tom." A weak smile formed on her lips before she kissed his cheek. He grabbed her wrist gently as she tried to turn away from him. "(Y/N)..." She gulped and turned back to him, shaking her head. "Please."

"I have to. I really do." She felt the grip on her wrist loosen. She took the sight of him in one last time before turning around and making her way to the door. The picture of the man she loved so dearly, stripped from his though demeanor, leaving him vulnerable and standing lost and alone in his huge hallway, engraved in her brain forever. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she walked trough the the huge doors, into an unknown and uncertain future.

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helpinghanikan · 5 months

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Domestic December: COD

Day 16: Ghost, Camping

DD Masterlist

There’s zero chance of having a basic romantic get away with Ghost. He doesn’t find places with a lot of foot traffic all that relaxing. So, forget Paris or Hawaii. Maybe he’ll agree to New York for a show but not if you’re spending more than a night.

It’s the more out of the way places that he prefers. This is specifically referring to camping, but not just any camping. The real kind of camping where you carry in your own stuff and won’t have service for the whole weekend.

Whether it’s your dream or nightmare, Ghost loves it.

Maybe a mile or two into the woods he’ll lose his face covering. He’ll do it Audrey while a few steps ahead of you. As if his mask wasn’t nearly as important as you both knew it was.

That’s when your trip can really start.

Every now and then you take a glance at his face. Looking away just as quickly, as if he might disappear under the mask again. Like respectful strangers you set up camp in silence. The drive in was long, and the hike was longer. By the time you got the tent up, and Ghost had the fire going, the stars were starting to peek out.

“It’s meal prep tonight, tomorrow I’ll get us something real.” He explains while cooking over your fire.

Whatever the food was you were undoubtably going to drown it in butter and pepper. Ghost wasn’t cruel enough to make you eat military rations, but he was mean enough to have it ready just in case.

As with most things you let him come to you. Handing over a plate and taking a seat right next to you. The night was cold, but the fire and your man’s body heat kept the chill away.

“I’ll be gone before you wake up. Be back a little after sunrise but I’m not going far.” He explains as if his hunting wasn’t a tradition on these trips.

Supposedly Ghost used to hunt big game like wolves and bears. Considering his career it wasn’t a stretch but hunting animals that were close to being endangered seemed almost stupid. Especially if it were just to come off as sounding tough.

That being said he did come back every morning with rabbits or some kind of fowl. He’d probably bring in a deer if you let him.

“When you get back we should go to the lake. I brought my swimsuit, and yours.” You add, leaning into his warmth. Plate forgotten and wanting something more than just a basic meal. “As if we need them?” He says, arm around your shoulders and squeezing you tight.

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fluffykiddosstuff · 1 year

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❤️What would they do for valentine's day (dbh)❤️

Hello everyone! I hope you all got the love you deserved today! (from family, co-workers, friends or lovers doesn't matter <3) and I hope you will like this :) it's not NSFW bc I didn't had enough idea for NSFW headcanons about valentine's days since I'm single :_: so sorry abt that

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💙Daniel💙

(I have this headcanons were the dpd repaired all the androids that could be repaired after Markus got them their rights so let's say it's after that :))

- poor boy is really traumatized by is old owners, but he remembers how they acted to each other on valentine's day, how one would cook and the other buy presents all the stuff like that, so he considered about doing similar

- If you say you don't want anything fancy for this day or that you finish work a bit late, he would be stressing inside but not showing any of it, he has attachments issues and even if it's not meant in a bad way he feels like you would get rid of him like his previous owners tried to

- cooks something fancyer than usually and would set candles were you both usually eat (like I said in previous headcanons : thirium food hc for androids), maybe some red themed decoration but not too much and a lot but A LOT of kisses and cuddles in the couch <3 it would be praises from him to you and the other way around to let each other know you are both loved deeply

- as a gift he would try to help you with work that you brought home so you can rest in bed with him sooner than you did every day, if he can't help he would just bring you some coffee/tea (or any favorite drinks you like folks) to keep you going while you finish

- hugs you frome behind while you work and while you fall asleep either on him or in the bed after taking care of you in a warm and romantic bath <3

💚Ralph💚

(for Ralph you meeted him thanks to Kara and you live with him in this BTW :))

- he didn't knew what valentine's day was until he saw it either on your TV or while he was walking outside, he asked more about it to Kara since Kara and Luther were dating now, she explained that it was something to show love to the ones you truly care about

- "but isn't that something you should do every day?"

- after a while he finally understood and rushed home to surprise you the best he could

- putting the keys in your bag and getting in the living room, you saw a big bouquet of your favorites flowers and plants on the center table, you smiled fondly when Ralph took you in his arms from behind and kissed your cheek

- " Ralph made the composition himself, they won't last very long but we could always try to do the same with paper, what do you think?"

- he also ordered your favorite food, since he knows he can't cook well since he doesn't have a "home caring" program (the Alice and Kara incident at the squat made us realize that lol)

- he want to feed you and you to feed him, he didn't got loved like that and he want to show you he does truly

🤎Markus🤎

- he knows what valentine's day is about, Carl made back then a special painting about this day and explained it to markus how, for humans, it was important and meaningful

- once you got home nothing would have changed but, when you enter your room to get changed you saw a big painting of you and your lover on the bed with petals of your favorite flower on the sheets, you admired the painting when you heard a romantic song playing on a piano, you smiled to yourself knowing who it was and you got into the working area that you reserved for markus and his hobbies

- "did you like the painting? I hope you did because It will be hanging in this room since today"

- he smiled and kissed you, then probably wants to dance with you and make you laugh for the rest of the day

- "you are the most beautiful peace of art ever, I mean it"

☕Gavin☕

- "valentine's day? Pff it's for cowards"

- would sent you some dumb romantic quotes by text so only you can see them

- when you got home you find a box of chocolates with a little note on it

- "even if I don't show it or tell it every day, I'm glad you are in my life"

- he would hug you in the bed/sofa and cherish your body while saying sometimes love words to you

- kiss everywhere you feel insecure 1nd likes when you kiss his scars

💛Simon💛

- prepared everything so you don't have to do anything but relax when you get home, diner? Already made, cleaning? Done, he wants you to enjoy every seconds of the time you will spend together

- "here let me take your coat" with a warm smile then a hug and a kiss

- some lights lit up in the room and your favorite perfume all over the room to make you at ease

- buyed you flowers, made you a card, dressed up fancy and buyed you some clothes he thought you would have liked, this man wants to make you feel special and loved <3

- drinking champagne by a balcony, looking at the stars and Detroit, chatting about whatever comes to your minds

- he is glued to you and snuggling against you (pls let him be the little spoon he just wants to feels you holding him)

🩸Connor🩸

- since he is still a little bit awkard with his deviancy, he literally bullied hank to make tings perfect

- dressed in a blue and black suit, he invited you to a restaurant and made you the center of his attention since every days he as to focus on cases for work

- walks while taking your hand in a park and sits on a bench looking at the stars

- "every nights and days with you are wonderful, I can't get enough of them and you, I wished we could do this every night"

- arrived home he would help you get cleaned and then spoons you while stroking your hair and soothing you to sleep

🥃Hank🥃

- "valentine's day are only made to make money, it's dumb"

- wants just to spend the day with you at home chilling, in pyjamas, nothing fancy

- maybe would order what you would want to eat and let you pick the movie

- strokes your hair whil you snuggle next to him

- don't be surprised if you see a gift on your bed

- "what? Just because I find it dumb doesn't mean I can't buy you shit.."

- If you buy him something he would use it every day every times he can

- falling asleep with you and sumo in the bed is the best valentine's this old man could dream of

🤖Nines🤖

- many researchs of how he can show you his love by touch or gift since he isn't good with words

- kisses and hugs out of nowhere, more than usually

- gift you clothing and jewelry

- tries to cook (either it's fantastic either it's burned, no in-between)

- let's you borrow his working jacket for once

- takes you shopping

- takes you to a restaurant

- in bed he would keep you as close as he can and gently rub every part that reach his hands

- he doesn't expect anything in return but if you do, it will stay in his mind 24/24hours and he would be overwhelmed by that

🕊️Rupert🕊️

- he hear about valentine's day while feeding some pigeons in the park

- would send a message with a bird to your window, while waiting outside for you

- "you know I love you right? Do you want to be my valentine this year?"

- takes you into a zoo and stops almost every time to analyse every animals (even the ones that aren't part of the zoo)

- buys you a plush of your favorite animal and some food

- takes many pictures with you and then gift them to you in a frame

- offers you his coat when you both get home

- when you propose him to stay he smiles and hugs you in the bed until you fall asleep

☮️Josh☮️

- he knows what valentine's day is since almost the start of his deviancy, when you started to get with him he knew he wanted to experience this first time with you

- takes you to your favorite place and does a picnic there

- watch the clouds and imagine the forms and their story

- made you some home made gift

- "wait you have some crumbs here, don't move.."

- plays and dance with you when you get home and then falls asleep one the couch, you on top of him, he is hugging you tightly against him

- you are the best thing that happened to him since the androids rised up

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I hope you like those headcanons!

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