#imma be real...i forgot his name

[spookyratking]

this is what happens when you

[themattgirl]

could you please make one where Chris and reader are dating and reader feels sick and Chris just takes care of her and acts all sweet and stuff? 🫠

an: thank you for the request ily 🧡

this turned out so much longer than i intended

this isn’t my first one shot but it’s the first with one of the sturniolo triplets in it. 

obviously their characters have been altered by me a little to fit into the story but i tried to make it as realistic as possible by keeping their personality traits as they are in real life.

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pairing: chris x fem!reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: fluff, use of ‘babe’ and ‘ma’ as pet names for reader, intentional wrong spelling in text messages to make it more realistic, mentions of nsfw themes, swearing, lots of playful teasing between characters

y/n’s dialogue  

chris’ dialogue

matt’s dialogue

nick’s dialogue

mary lou’s dialogue

“it’s just a cold, nothing serious i promise. i don’t think i can come over today though, i don’t wanna infect any of you. i’m sorry for ruining movie night,” i say to chris on facetime before breaking into a cough. i turn the camera away from me, not wanting him to see me in a disgusting state like this. if i could, i would’ve muted myself so he doesn’t have to listen to it either. plus, i know how worried he gets with any type of sickness or unwell feeling really.

so, of course it wouldn’t be chris if he didn’t immediately furrow his brows.

“babe no, don’t apologize. you didn’t choose to get sick.”

he gets up from where he was sitting on the couch and goes downstairs to his bedroom. he puts the phone down so all i can see now is his ceiling. his voice sounds a little farther away when he speaks again, “it doesn’t really sound like nothing serious, does anything hurt?”

“to be honest, my whole body has been aching since i woke up this morning. it’s not too bad, just a dull ache, i can still move and all that, even if i’d prefer to just lay here and rot away,” i laugh and hold back the cough that wants to escape right after in hopes it would make him worry a little less. vainly.

“your voice sounds stuffy and kinda hoarse, does your throat hurt?”

“i forgot you turn into a doctor every time somebody doesn’t feel great,” i roll my eyes even though he can’t see it with his phone still down and him on the other side of the room from how distant his voice sounds.

“shut up, y/n. you feel worse than ‘not great’. you’re not fooling anyone with that act.”

he reappears on the screen. now i can see what he has been doing in the time i couldn’t see him. he put on a hoodie over the tank top he had been wearing before, the hair he had put up in a little ponytail - if you could even call it that - in the front has been untied and brushed. or maybe he just ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times, that’d be more like it.

“anyways baby, imma call mom real quick. be right back,” he hangs up before i get the chance to respond.

i put the phone down next to me on the bed i’ve been in since i realized this morning how much it hurt to stand up and how i felt like i was gonna throw up every time i moved too hastily.

i took a deep breath - well, as deep as a breath can get when your nose is clogged - and closed my eyes to try and concentrate on something other than the throbbing pain in my head.

i feel so much worse than how i described it to chris and i feel bad for kind of lying to him, i do. but he has been dealing with so much of his own lately - new designs for his brand, fixing the shipping issues with some of the orders from his last drop, coming up with video ideas and prefilming those before him, nick and matt go on tour again, preparing everything for said tour - see, he really doesn’t need me to add to his things-to-worry-about-list, especially if he can’t do anything to fix it and it’ll go away on its own anyway.

i feel my phone’s vibration from somewhere in between the sheets and grab it. it's messages from nick.

hey y/n heard your not feeling so good (:/ smiley) i was really excited to see you again today but don’t you dare feel guilty for it

i know how you guilt trip yourself into thinking everything is your fault

its kind of a good thing bc now i have time to get the matching pjs we wanted

hope you feel better soon tho

matts sick too maybe you got it from him when you helped him decorate his room yesterday

I hey y/n heard your not feeling so good 😕 i was really excited to see you again today but don’t you dare feel guilty for it

word spreads faaast 😂 i’m so sad i gotta wait another week or so to see you again i only like sleepovers cuz of u but dont tell chris 🤫

I i know how you guilt trip yourself into thinking everything is your fault

seriously i hate that yk me so well 😐

I its kind of a good thing bc now i have time to get the matching pjs we wanted

at first i was like 🤨 but then i kept reading i LOVE YOUU SO MUCH OMG just so yk chris was the second option

I hope you feel better soon tho

me too now i’m excited for the pajamaaas 😫

I matts sick too maybe you got it from him when you helped him decorate his room yesterday 🤔

i’m gonna kill him like fr this time

hey where tf is chris??

talking to mom shes teaching him sth honestly don’t ask idk

ok 😂 i think im gonna take a nap talk later?

yess get some rest and lmk if you need anything ❤️

ly❤️❤️

after sending the last message i get a call from matt. i contemplate not picking up for a second but decide against it.

“what?”

“uff, what’s that attitude?”

“i’m sick because of you, shithead.”

“we don’t know that. what if you’re the one who passed it on to me, hm? besides, i was just calling to tell you to drink some water and to ask if you need anything. i was actually being nice but you clearly don’t deserve it,” his voice is just as bad as mine, if not worse which makes me feel a little bad, but matt wouldn’t be one of my best friends if i had to worry about him getting mad every time i’m not nice. that’s actually how we bonded after annoying each other every chance we got. we both have a bit of an attitude problem which caused a lot of irritation and aggravation. now we get along better than any pair of best friends. the teasing stayed in place, but now we both know there’s only endless love behind it. sometimes you just gotta let off a bit of steam and we both just get that.

“fine, i’m sorry. sickness really does turn you soft, huh?” i smirk.

“why’re you saying it like you just confirmed a theory?”

“mary lou told me once and i��ve been waiting ever since to see for myself, guess she was right.”

“you are actually the worst. i’m hanging up now. drink water, bye.”

he hangs up the phone and i laugh to myself. what a big baby.

i open chris’ chat and type in a message telling him i’m going to sleep and that i will call him once i wake up again. i don’t bother waiting for a reply and just put the phone on my nightstand. i turn on my side, close my eyes and after that i don’t notice anything anymore.

i jolt up from bed, breathing heavy, body sweaty and heart racing. my room is dark, lit up only by the moon shining through my window. i look around trying to remember where i am and shake the nightmare from my mind.

i reach for my phone and check the time.

11:43 pm

i turn on the flashlight and right when i notice a black jacket hung over the back of my desk chair i hear footsteps coming closer.

chris pushes the door open and steps in.

“oh shit, did i wake you?”

“no i had a nightmare. what are doing here?”

i sit upright in bed and turn the flashlight off when chris flips the switch to turn on the fairy lights around the edges of my ceiling.

he moves to sit on the bed next to me before he answers, “i had mom teach me how to make her get-well-quick-soup and brought you some. she also told me about the perfect remedy tea, i can make it for you,” he stands up again immediately, “i’ll heat up the soup for you first. shit ma, have you even eaten anything today?” he stands by the door, holding the handle but looking back over his shoulder at me.

“chris,” i honestly don’t know what to say to him. he is so sweet i have to fight the tears that build up on my waterline. i just look at him for a moment, a little smile ghosting on my lips.

i’m well aware of how caring, considerate and compassionate chris is as a person in general, but it still baffles me sometimes how much he goes out of his way to make others feel good. i guess i’m just not used to it, being loved like this, having someone do everything that lies in their hands - and beyond that - just for me. it’s astonishing to say the least. especially when i myself have had issues with showing how deeply i cherish somebody ever since i can remember. it’s probably rooted somewhere in my past and how my affection has been received and responded to, that’s what my therapist says anyway.

i shake myself out of my thoughts and move the blanket away from my body to finally get up. immediately chris is beside me, holding me in place, “what’re you doing, ma? stay here i’ll bring it up,” he talks quietly, trying to get me to take in my previous lying position but i stay put on the ground.

“babe, i have been in this bed almost all day. i need to get up. i’ll just come down with you, we can eat together in the kitchen,” i try to convince him.

he looks at me, an uncertain expression on his face for a few seconds, the gears in his head almost visibly turning while he thinks about it. at last he lets out a sigh and nods, “alright then, hop on my back,” he bends over in a piggy back position in front of me and i can’t help the laugh that escapes me.

“you do know i can walk, right?” i ask still chuckling.

“i know, come ooon, just do it,” he urges me on and wiggles his hips, making me laugh even harder when i climb on his back.

“you’re gonna be so sick tomorrow, chris,” i complain mournfully once he lets me down to sit on the kitchen counter while he gets to heating up the soup he brought.

chris insists he’s not prone to catch a cold or any sickness easily, no matter how contagious or how close to the source he might be, even though he has proven himself wrong multiple times on more occasions than he cares to admit.

“no i won’t. besides, i could use a few days off even if i have to be sick to get that,” he lets out a huff of air trying to make it sound humorous, but both of us - and everyone who knows chris for that matter - knows that he is exhausted and is in desperate need of a break.

i know he doesn’t want me to get serious about that topic right now though so i try to change routes, “oh my god,” he turns around from where he was stirring the soup on the stove and faces me, confused about my shocked exclamation. i point an accusatory finger at him, my jaw hanging low but a smile still creeping it’s way on my face.

“so that’s why you’re here. you came to try and get infected, that’s why you carried me down too even though you know damn well i coulda walked by myself. and i’m here thinking you were actually being the best boyfriend on earth. turns out my man is a piece of shit,” by the end i fail to stay serious and let out a giggle. well, it’s not like he actually believed that i meant what i was saying but still.

he lets go of everything he was holding, turns around to me fully and begins to stalk toward me slowly.

“oh yeah?” i don’t know if it’s just me or if he’s doing it on purpose but all of a sudden his voice sounds deeper, his face more stern and serious.

“is that what you think then? i’m just a piece of shit?” he makes me nervous at first but the second i see the smirk on his lips i know exactly what’s about to follow.

“chris. no.”

he is standing right in front of me, so close he has positioned himself in between my legs, his hands on the counter on either side of me, trapping me. the finger i was pointing at him long since taken back.

“am i a piece of shit when i make you cum with just my tongue?” his face is so close now.

“stop,” i say quieter than i mean to, almost whisper-like.

“or when i fuck you so good you can’t walk right for days, am i a piece of shit then?”

this asshole is doing it on purpose. he knows i would never have sex with him when i’m sick so he’s trying to rile me up the little fucker. have i mentioned that i actually hate him. like for real hate him. the type of hate that leads to an absolutely mindblowing fuck. shit.

“or yesterday when you told matt you needed a break and came downstairs to my room to suck me off and then you just wiped your mouth and went back up like nothing happened. did you do it because i’m a piece of shit?”

my jaw is on the floor.

“or when–”

“OKAY,” i practically scream, “you’re the best and i didn’t mean what i said, just please stop.”

i’m almost whining at this point.

i try to rub my legs together to ease some of the friction unnoticeably but chris is like a hawk, sees everything, notices everything. and then he smiles. just smiles and goes back to the soup.

later that night, after i was forced to eat almost all of the soup and drink two cups of magic tea while chris downed a cheese burger, fries and three of the last four pepsi cans i had in my fridge, we snuggled up on the couch with a heavy blanket that chris had also asked his mom for, thrown over both of our laps and a random movie playing on the tv. 

neither one of us actually felt like watching something but we threw it on as background noise anyway. chris and i have barely seen each other in almost two weeks so all we want right now is to enjoy each other's company. he has been so busy with all that’s coming up for him and his brothers, still is. and i've been studying like crazy because i always feel like i won’t pass if i don’t and when i wasn’t busy with that i’d be at work to earn my living and feel like i’m doing enough. so there wasn't really time for us to actually be together and get to enjoy it. i've missed it.

“you know you’re probably sick because you exhaust yourself all the time,” chris says when he turns to look at me.

“shh,” i shush him with my eyes closed and a smile on my lips, “i got it from matt, no discussion.”

he lets out a little laugh at that, “yes discussion. if you keep going like that, one day it’s gonna have more serious effects on your health than a cold. you don’t even need to do all that. how many times do i have to tell you your life is worth enough even if you don’t work yourself half to death and have a little fun every once in a while,” he rubs my thigh while talking. chris knows better than anyone that i don’t like being put on the spot and lectured about my not-so-healthy habits like that, especially when i know exactly that it’s in fact very unhealthy. but he also insists on having these talks with me because he knows i would shut out everyone else who’d dare to try immediately. he and his brothers are the only three people i have let come so close and they make use of that quite often, might i say. but it’s okay because these people are my best friends and i know i need to be put in check sometimes, i admit. nobody else would dare try but them so i just let them. 

i must say, it has helped me improve my life to an extent. they taught me that it’s okay to cut ties with people who are bad for my mental health and encourage bad habits, and that i don’t owe shit to them even if they want to make me believe that. they kept telling me “quality friends are worth so much more than a big amount of bad ones” until it finally clicked in my brain and i blocked half of my contact list.

“look who’s talkin’. mister i work twice as hard as the person i try to lecture,” i jab my finger in his side and he jerks.

“you know that’s different,” he holds my hands in his to stop me from doing it again.

i like feeling his hands on mine. i know he’s my boyfriend and it might be weird to say it like that. but i haven’t seen him in so long, which means i also haven’t felt him in so long. it’s crazy but it almost feels like in the beginning when we were scared to touch each other and would act like we accidentally brushed our hand on the other but we both knew it was fully on purpose.

chris pulls me out of my thoughts again when he speaks, “at least i have an end in sight and work’s gonna be way more relaxed once i’m done with everything. with you there’s always–”

the ringing of his phone cuts him off and he takes a look at the caller id, his mom. he narrows his eyes at me and gives me a look that says “we’re not done yet” but picks up the phone and holds it up so she can see the both of us on the screen.

“i was going to ask chris about you but since you’re with him please pinch him for me,” is the first thing mary lou says when she looks at us. and i gladly do as she says even though i don't know what he did to deserve it.

“oww, what was that for?” chris asks whining and i just shrug and chuckle.

“you told me you would bring y/n the soup and go back home. you lied to me.”

i turn to him with my mouth hanging open, “christopher owen, how dare you?”

it’s so fun to aggravate chris.

he furrows his brows at me and then looks back at the screen, “she literally begged me,” he straight up lies. “i was trying to tell her i didn’t wanna get sick so i could only drop off the soup and blanket and would have to leave again but then she started crying–”

i hit him for real this time, hard enough to make him suck air through his teeth.

“mary lou, don’t believe a word he says.”

“i know, darling, you wouldn’t do that. chris, that’s twice you’ve lied today.”

“sorry, mom,” he actually looks defeated now, “you know i can’t just leave her all alone when she’s like this. i lied because i didn’t wanna worry you. i won’t get sick though,” at that me and her give each other a knowing look but let him continue, “y/n’s weak and in pain, of course i’ll be by her side as much as i can, you probably knew i was here, that’s why you called me,” chris wiggles his finger at his mom with a cheeky smile while she’s trying to hide her own.

“alright, alright,” she gives in, “that’s how young love is, i guess. anyway, have you eaten the soup yet?”

“almost all of it,” i report proudly, rubbing my stomach.

“only forced,” chris side-eyes me and i roll my eyes at him.

“and the tea?” mary lou just keeps going. well, i definitely know where her son gets the caring from.

i grab the mug that’s been sitting on the table for two hours and could now be considered iced tea and hold it up for her to see, “this is my third,” i take a sip.

“very good. okay, well, i just wanted to check if chris is taking good care of you. it’s important for you to get enough rest, don’t go to sleep too late, alright darling? i have to go now but if you need something just give me a call. i’ll talk to you both in the morning. good night, i love you,” she blows two kisses as we tell her we love her and then she ends the call.

right when chris puts his phone down we hear the doorbell ring.

we both glance at the direction of the front door as if we could see through it and figure out who’s standing on the other side. then we turn and look at each other.

“expecting someone?” chris asks me and i just shake my head no and shrug unknowingly.

“open up!” the voice sounds muffled but it’s unmistakably matt.

chris rolls his eyes and sighs loudly and i just giggle.

he moves the blanket and gets up to go open the door but stops in his tracks suddenly, turns around again, bends down and kisses me.

“won’t be able to do that for a while if he’s here,” he explains before he goes.

matt and nick do complain every time we kiss in front of them, so we agreed on trying not to do it anymore. they act like little kids being forced to see their parents being all lovey-dovey with each other. at least one of them always yells “GET A ROOM!” as if they’re not invading our personal space. big babies, like i said.

“what’s up, bitches?” nick walks in wearing the pajamas we wanted to match, holding up his hands. one holding what i assume is my set of the exact same one and a pillow in his other hand.

i jump up from the couch immediately and squeal as i run toward him to hug him.

“what are you doing here?” i ask once we let go of each other, our smiles still as big as ever.

“since chris is here breathing in germs and this one,” he points his thumb over his shoulder where matt is giving chris a pajama pair, “is already sick i thought we might as well have our movie night here since i’m getting it from one of you either way.”

“i’m so happy,” i squeak, elongating the words.

“aren’t you happy to see me too?” matt acts sad and offended when he moves to stand next to nick.

i roll my eyes but give him a big hug, “i am actually.”

chris scoffs and we all laugh. he moves to stand closer to me and i wrap my arms around him, tilting my head to look at him.

“you guys can go in the kitchen, grab some snacks while me and chris put on our pajamas,” i say to nick and matt, my eyes still locked on my boyfriend.

they do as they’re told once the’ve put down their things and soon enough they’re out of sight.

“you good?” chris asks me quietly, stroking my hair gently

“yeah. i just realized our alone time is over,” i respond in a hushed tone.

he gives me a kiss on the forehead before he talks, “it’s okay, we’ll just go up to your room when they’re asleep. nothing’s keeping me away from you tonight.”

hearing it makes comfort spread in my chest in a way i didn’t know i needed right now.

“i love you so much, chris. thank you for everything,” i try to sound genuine, because i truly am.

he holds my chin between his thumb and forefinger and dips his head until his lips meet mine.

“i love you too, ma.”

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[scarletevening]

polished [ simon 'ghost' riley ]

read too many mafia simon fics [ more specifically @cordeliawhohung. omg j the thought of her fics gets me all bothered.] ANWAYS. bodyguard/underdog fic of him... ugh, got me drooling. i can't help but ramble about him like this.

cw: suggestive, public teasing/mentions of public sex, some fluff, mafia au, established relationship, mostly just headcannons/rambling, no real plot, obsessive-ish simon, fem! reader.

simon "takes care of what belongs to him" riley who doesn't let you even see the bill of the restaurant he takes you to. only taking you to restaurants that have his card at registration, that don't ever print and only e-mail receipts.

who acts like all hell will break loose if you even try to pull out your wallet, immediately wrapping his large hand around yours, smiling as his gruff voice mumbles to the waitress, or cashier, or bartender, or whoever else would be cashing you out. even when you pout and whine, he chuckled, his lips curving into a smile and he pulls his mask just over them, to shush you with a kiss.

simon riley who never lets you slip away from his touch, smiling as he lets you sit on his meaty thigh, your back pressed against his broad shoulders as you sit in the private room with some... friends. you knew otherwise, with the way the women changed every hour, but you didn't. you stayed, the hand splayed around your waist unmoving as his masked face trails its lips down your spine, kissing the nape of you neck through the fabric.

who makes sure to schedule every appointment for his girl. your nails, your brows, you spa, anything else you want, need, desire. he'll do it, he'll wash more money, wake a little earlier, blaming it on a morning run, bidding you goodbye with a kiss on your forehead, closing your bedroom door to load his gun. but it didn't matter, not when he got to see your cute little face warm up and smile, thanking him in that sweet coo as you tugged gently at his collar; a kiss as a thank you.

simon riley who makes sure you never, ever, ever are alone, unsafe, without him. he goes everywhere with you, the grocery store, he loiters at your little diner as your best tipping customer, sitting beside you as you get your nails done. and even when you think it's just you and your girlfriends, giggling and drinking tea from cute china cups, he's had some snake through the security cameras for him to watch. to keep you safe.

who never lets you take charge, who makes sure he can fulfill all of your desires. learns all your reactions, how the way his mask rustles against your cheek makes you blush as he whispers into your ears. how you always bat your eyelashes when you get needy. how you can barely last an hour with the way his rough fingers tap at your waist in the private club, watching the other couples flirt. how you let him tease you on his lap, as if no one else could see the way his fingers snuck under your skirt. how you always forget your own name when you feel the knot tightening in your belly, so impatient as he forced you to wait until you were in your own bed to satisfy you.

simon riley that learned how to cook your favorite breakfast so every morning after. bringing you tea, a plate of food, and a kiss to bed as you woke up, marked up and sore. you happily tucked you into his chest as he held a silver spoon to your lips.

who loves you dearly, the apple of his eyes, the sun to his moon, his woman.

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i didn't mean to make it this long... hehe. if you recognize the car in the banner... i fucking love you. [pls buy me one.] edit: i literally forgot to fix the tag before i posted imma cry.

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[xan-izme]

Dubble Life 5 (ATSV x reader x Batfam)

Summary: Family time was a need at the moment. And it was time reader meet one more member of the family. But the meeting of the two wasn't really friendly.

(A/N: Hey, sorry. Imma keep this short. So, the reason I couldn't post was cuz me n a friend was playing around too much, and my laptop broke cuz she decided to go all WWE on my ass, and I forgot the password for this acc. But it's fixed now. So, this chapter will be a late X-mas gift from me)

Part 4, Part 6

Damian was getting rather attached to you.

You were nothing like him. To Damian, you were weak, silly and peaceful. You just seemed so peaceful. And satisfied with just the littlest things.

The air around you just seemed inviting. Safe even.

Damian must admit he didn't like you at first, you just always seemed off to him. The lying you were doing, the fake and empty words. He didn't trust you.

But that day Joker attacked. The He saw so much of you. The real you. He saw you sad at the album store, just for a moment. But it was long enough to see. And your laughter. Your laugh and smile before were very annoying to Damian. Only because you only would smirk and snicker at him out of mockery.

But the movie made you laugh. Really laugh, really smile. At him mostly- but it was real!

Damian, he won't admit it, but he liked it when you were being yourself. And there are times he has seen you far away. Like your body was present, but your mind and soul seemed to be elsewhere. Even if you were engaging into a conversation. It was like someone completely different was speaking. Not you.

So, to bring out the real you. Damian would come with excuse of being board and having nothing better to do, and watch movies with you. Just to see you laugh, sad, angry. Just to see you.

You stared at the box on your nightstand. What was it exactly? You wanted to open it. But what if it's something you won't like. Something that will upset you more than needed.

"What is that?" Damian spoke. The boy practically came out of nowhere. But your used to it at this point. The boy is like a ninja, always sneaking up on you.

You sighed and turned your chair to start your school work.

"A box. . ." Even with your back turned from the boy. You had the urge to remind Damian not to touch it. "A box that you will not open." You turned your head to see you were correct. You had a box cutter in his hand, ready to open the box up. How or where did he get that box cutter from? You don't know, nor do you want to know.

Damian plopped down on your bed and started to examine the box. "Who was it from?" Damian saw no name to whom had sent the box.

". . . an old college of mine." You answered nice and short. Already feeling angry at the thought of Jess even knocking on your uncle and aunt's door to give the box to them.

Damian hummed and set the box down. He got up and started to go through the crates of albums you had near your bookshelf. He picked one and walked over to the vinyl player that was close to the window, near you, and started to let it play.

You smiled to yourself as Damian walked back to your bed.

Damian was trying to know what was in the box. Shaking it, knowing the wight and try to think of something that was the same size and wight that could be in the box.

It wasn't long before he fell asleep.

You took a glance to check why Damian was so quiet.

You let out a sigh when you saw him passed out. You stood up and walked over to the bed and use a blanket to cover him. You took the box away and sit back down at your desk.

It was time you had to open it. You used your super strength to open the box with ease. Once you saw what was in the box. You let out a tired sigh and leaned back in your chair.

It was a watch. The one the society uses. You see a note besides the watch. You shook your head and opened up the note what was addressed to you.

Call if you need help.

-Miguel

You crumbled the note and threw it away. And cursed to the man.

"Hijo de puta. Vete al diablo."

Unknown to you. Damian was still awake. He watched you get angry at whatever that note said. And the boy isn't that fluent in Spanish, but he does know whoever it was, you're not fond of them. On top of that.

You're hiding something. And Damian wants to get down it.

The next day, you skipped happily to the kitchen to get your fourth cup of coffee. "Another cup I see, not sleeping well Lady Y/n?" Alfred spoke. You giggled and held the warm cup close to you.

"Just need a boost. Hey, Damian said something about a dinner with everyone. Is there a special occasion?" You asked.

"Ah, yes. There is someone you weren't able to meet. Master Jason. He is available for tonight's dinner to finally meet you."

"Oh, I see. Oh, Alfred can you tell Bruce that I'm going to be out with a friend. Do you think that's okay. I leave in half an hour." You gave him a sheepish smile.

Alfred gave you a soft smile and nods "I'll inform him."

You got to your room and dressed up. You put the watch on and tapped the screen. And information of an anomaly that has been causing trouble showed up.

You walked to your bathroom and opened the cabinet. You cracked open the stash you had behind the meds and other items. That was where you hid your suit.

Just looking at it. The patterns, colors, the memories. You quickly stuffed the suit back into the stash.

"I can't do this. I can't do this." You shut your eyes tight, gripping hard on the sink. You tried to focus on your breathing to try and calm yourself, but the more you focused on your breathing, the more you noticed how fast your breathing was, which caused you to panic.

"Please. . . No, no, no. Please!" Your felt tears well up. Causing you to panic more. You began gasping for air. Trying to breath. Trying to calm yourself. But the moment you exhaled. You began sobbing. Your sobbing caused you to be frustrated at yourself. Your frustration made you cry more. You threw the bag that had your suit against the wall.

Unknown to you, a Polaroid picture of your mother slipped out.

As you were having your moment in the bathroom. Bruce had entered your room. He knocked and called out for you. But you didn't respond. So, he entered your room and didn't see you in your room.

He was confused, because Alfred had told him you were in your room. Before Bruce left to check to check if you were elsewhere. He heard something from your bathroom.

it didn't take long for him to instantly hurry to your bathroom and enter.

And there, he saw you on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably with your hands covering your face. Worry took over him as he slowly approached you.

"Y/n?" He spoke softly. But a little too soft, you couldn't hear him due to your crying and desperate attempts to breath normally.

He took another slow step closer. And something on the ground caught his eye. At first, it was the bag, then, his eyes slowly made its way to the Polaroid picture of your mother. He picked it up. He stared at it, then stared at you.

And to him, he understood. He understood all too well.

"Y/n. you're okay. You're okay." He gently put his hand on your shoulder. You flinched away, when you look up to see Bruce, you were confused. But all he did was smile at you softly and sat right next toy on the bathroom floor.

"Just breath. Okay, breath." You kept eye contact with him as he said these words. He rubbed circles on your back as he began to have you follow his breathing.

And to your surprise, and relief, it was working. You felt so, venerable. Usually, you hated feeling that way. But with your father, you felt. . . safe, to be venerable.

No words were spoken for a long moment between you two. Until you whispered

"I'm sorry." You were apologizing for this situation you had caused. But all your father did was rub your back.

"I understand," Was all he said.

"I understand"

That small moment had brought you and Bruce closer. A somewhat mutual understanding. It honestly felt like an invisible vail had been lifted between you to.

It took you an hour or so to get it back together. You left to deal with the anomaly. Just without your suit. You had an all-black disguise on, Gotham was dark and gloomy, so it was easy to blend in.

Now you're in an abandoned school, fighting off a green goblin anomaly. He was small, and nasty. Got on your damn nerves that's for sure. Once you defeated the green goblin. You open the portal and just threw the anomaly in and closed the portal.

You let out a loud, exhausted sigh.

"I swear. I have bones of a 60-year-old- ack! Jusus. . ." You had stretched and it hurt badly. Mainly your bad and knee hurt.

Suddenly. Your Spidey senses spiked up. You quickly jumped to your left and glared into the dark corridor.

"That was interesting to Watch." A voice spoke from the dark corridor. A figure emerges from the dark.

Revealing a tall man with a very noticeable red helmet that looked more like a mask.

You frown underneath your own mask.

"And you are?" You spoke up.

The masteries man spoke again, more aggressively. But this time. You hear a clicking sound. A gun. Pointed right at you.

"This is my city. And I wanna know why your here, Spider-woman."

[lovelyfaustus]

here's some more hcs about claude (my babygirl)

claude faustus x modern! reader hcs (platonic)

basically the setting is u somehow ending up at alois' place n chillin like a villain named dylan and also befriending claude 🎉 imma sneak in some alois hcs as well🙏

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🕷️when you first showed up, claude honestly had no real opinion of you, just that you looked odd and very out of place (who are you???? what??)

🕷️after alois let you reside with them, claude's interest in you would only grow

-who are you? where did you come from? why are you here? what even.....???

🕷️claude would lie and say alois ordered him to come find you and ask some questions, such as your name, your age, why you look so....weird (fashion and perhaps makeup-wise), and how you ended up at the trancy estate

- alois asked you all that shiz when you first pulled up, claude will just say alois forgot or something

🕷️eventually you would end up saying you were from the 21st century, and he would look at you and think.."what"

-i mean if you got hoodies and sweatpants and sneakers, it wouldn't be hard to believe that you were not from the 19th century.

🕷️fast forward some few months after getting to know you a little more, you would find some way of getting your phone to work in alois' mansion

🕷️if you played some music out loud, claude would be curious, asking you what the song is about or how humanity has crashed so hard that it considered "that" music (only bc it's significantly different than the Victorian era)

🕷️claude would like hozier, dodie, some pierce the veil and get scared

🕷️he won't really like taylor swift much, but he can admit he may slightly enjoy some of her songs, especially the lyricism, but only a little 😉

🦋alois would absolutely fucking LOVE upbeat, 21st century music. like the kinda stuff that trends on tiktok these days

🦋he would also wanna play dress up with some of your clothes, because in his eyes, they are bizarre costumes (they look weird as hell to him)

🦋you would invite him to some karaoke type stuff and he would go all out, especially on songs that are suggestive (claude would sigh, what have you done to alois)

🕷️claude would consider you tolerable, but actually he does enjoy your company; it's new and it brings some sort of excitement to his long, boring life

🦋alois prolly forgot all about claude besides demanding him to do things or bring things for both of you. you're his best friend now, good luck🙏

[cosmicswan]

𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐫

listen to this while reading | back to masterlist

code name: Noir

government name: Aisha Leblanc

personality type: INTJ

nationality: USA

origin: unknown

IQ: 187

shifting to: the first avengers movie

me core

occupation before shield recruitment: professional contemporary dancer, CEO

background info & family:

i was in an orphanage when nick fury was alerted of a super powered kid (me) so he adopted me & trained me in combat & also trained me how to use my powers. my real family is unknown (though my powers look similar to the eternals) but i might script that im not an eternal and see where that goes (my mom was a being that can control reality)

ik,,, almost every super powered dr is me with powers concerning the multiverse and THATS BCS I WANNA BE OP (stfu) and i am literally traveling the multiverse to get there so it isn’t that much of a strech

identity

here’s the fun part, no one knows that i am nick fury’s daughter (i scripted that he didn’t change my last name to his for safety purposes) and my name in the orphanage was my cr last name. but he did change my last name after the adoption to leblanc (for further safety precautions.) so far no one knows about my real identity & powers before joining the avengers

fury is actually a good dad and he let me do the things i want to do growing up (gymnastics, contemporary dance, & modelling) before i decide to join shield and became a spy

avengers

since i don’t want no trauma, i scripted out major worldly (and outerworldly threats) so no doomsday n shit. so this dr is more like a spy dr than anything. i also scripted out any apocalyptic events. zombies icks me out

but nick still make the avengers a team. to wipe out earth’s and other realms major evil organizations, evil politicians yk all that jazz.

and most of the avengers live in the tower. (i want to live that avengers found family domestic trope stfu)

the avengers consist of: bruce, nat, wanda, pietro (scripted out his death), thor, occasionally loki, tony, me, clint, vision, peter (he doesn’t live in the tower), yelena after we demolish the red room, steve, bucky after we save him (scripted him to not kill tony’s dad) i want the full domestic life experience with no beef alright.

i also scripted that matt murdock is the avengers official lawyer. i also scripted a shit ton of safety precautions to not get my ass traumatized so imma just skip that part

and i forgot to mention that my CEO, model, performer persona is totally different than my hero persona (batman bruce moment yurrr) and i shapeshift so my hero and citizen face is literally different.

my powers

my powers are a mix of phoenix force & chaos magic but all in all i am essentially the goddess of the multiverse. higher above kang the conqueror & basically omnipotent (don’t start on the you can’t be op bs)

my abilities include; multiverse travel, reality destruction & creation, time travel, healing, shapeshifting, power fields, impenetrable shields & weapons creation, mind control, elemental powers, reality wrapping, illusions, astral projection etc. (i develop these powers gradually)

human background

i aged down tony stark to be the same age as me! (26 at 2012)

i attended MIT and rivaled tony in all his computer science & engineering classes. i graduated with a double masters degree in computer science & performing arts

i scripted that before i joined shield i was the founder of my AI & vehicle company making me the youngest self made billionaire (unlike tony’s generational wealth) and i pursued contemporary dancing as a hobby but later become a professional performer. and i sometimes model for brands too after resigning as the ceo and handing it over to one of my cr friends that i scripted (im not all in for the hustle life i want to be bougee and not work)

significant others

i might end up with tony with an academic rivals arc but im also interested in natasha 🤭 so idk yet im going with the flow again in the romance field

about me

my personality is pretty much the same as other drs, im probably a philanthropist and a hardcore activist there too, i featured a lot in the covers of the times magazine or ford 30 under 30 (my literal dream) then alot of fashion brands notice my interest in fashion and offered from modeling positions to ambassador positions, im probably going to model for ysl, graff, vivienne westwood etc. im also thinking of making a collaboration with cartier to make timeless classic style smart watches (i hate the style of apple watches)

likes, hobbies & random facts in my dr

what i like in this dr is pretty much the same in my cr with only little differences

i like adrenaline seeking activities, flying planes, f1 racing, probably a street racer at one point, i invented nano tech for tony’s suit, invented nano tech to cure cancer (probably almost got assasinated in the process) i also invented electric cars with solar power (fuck elon) overall my company creates technology like devices, AI, AI websites, solar powered cars, & motorcycles.

i have a charity school of performing arts with students all over the world to learn dance, professional instruments, etc.

i like mansions, luxury staycations, hot milk tea, convenient technology, fashion, dance, parties, chess, and being theatrical & dramatic. once i dreamed about this dr i was on a mission crushing this one dude in a fight while listening to an der schönen blauen donau - walzer, op. 314. it was comical

that’s all for now! pls ask me any questions in my inbox or comments if u have any <33

[ironbatpaperturtle]

Why do I feel like adam has to climb up trees to get away from lucifer but ultimately has found another hiding spot because he forgot lucifer has wings.

Bro doesn't hide from Lucifer, bros to shameless and proud. He'd even make fun of him when spots him.

When he does get tired of being spied on then he'd hide somewhere.

Anyways, imma make something, if you don't mind.

Lucifer looked around trying to spot the first man, yesterday he saw him and his new wife together. Adam was showing her how to stab with efficiency, 'especially if you were lacking in strength' he quoted. He tried to explain it to Michael but the when he checked he only saw Adam massaging his wifes arms.

It's been hours and he can't find the man anywhere. He only saw Eve who was busy patting a lion and trying to map out ways to kill it with her finger. Poor Eve, she doesn't even realise that the things Adam teaches her was forbidden.

And suddenly Lucifer stopped in his tracks, why was he searching for Adam? He could shapeshift, introduce himself to Eve or he could've told Lilith about how Eve was all alone to convince her into eating the forbidden fruit.

Sure he wants to know more about Adam's shift in behaviour, get Michael and the other angels to know about it. But isn't it easier to see the heartbreak in his face it by stealing his new wife. A wife that wasn't called at his equal but someone subservant to him? Won't that pack a punch.

But Lucifer hasn't seen Adam yet, he hasn't seen how he interacted with the animals he named, how he sang in an entirely new genre that's still unknown to Lucifer, how, when ADam spots him would act all coy and tease, something in Lucifers gut always stirs at this.

"Luci, you're acting more obssesed about Adam than following our plan"

"I have?"

"Yes, and while I appreciate how you want to show his real self, you haven't made progress."

So yeahh it's like that :3.

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

Alright y’all- here it is

Dumbass Theorizes about the eyes in TCOAAL

White Pupils:

This one doesn’t have any real- insight to it, as the only people we’ve seen with white pupils are the Graves Family. So it represents just that, the Graves Family!

I did have a theory that it could potentially represent ‘tar souls’, but given as how Mr Graves’ soul is white- that doesn’t seem to be the case

Greyscale:

Tenants of the apartment building (aside from the Graves Siblings)

Minor blurbs, unimportant blurbs in their lives not important enough to remember the details of, if they even are depicted with eyes

Something I find interesting is the 302 Lady’s eyes, since they’re the most detailed of the tenants, even before she was given sprites

They kind look- hypnotic almost? Perhaps referring to how she enticed the wardens with “favors” into giving her food (and possibly attempted to persuade Andrew)

Purple Tint (And Purple in general)

Purple is commonly associated with royalty, though it does have some spiritual meaning

Purple can convey arrogance, immaturity or an emotional state of mind. It can also be a meaning for enlightenment in a way.

We only see the purple tints within the flashback/dream sequences, so I’m going with the enlightenment definition.

With Andrew, it’s him getting a better understanding with his past and actions. Coming to terms with his situation and how he’ll deal with it (Decay and Burial routes)

With Ashley it’s a bit difficult. She cared so little about Nina that she forgot her name and what she looked like, so she isn’t understanding her actions. Though I do think any flashbacks from Ashley’s POV will be little to none cause of the Clairvoyant Dreams, imma still try to interpret it in case. Ashley’s enlightened with these dream sequences is likely with her self worth, or the lack of it. Her mother leaving her and Andrew, her friend developing a crush on Andy, Andy almost picking Nina over her. And considering how blatant her lack of self worth in the demon dream sequences are, I’m sensing a pattern

Now, Julia is the only character (besides Nina and the 302 Lady) with a black pupil, and given how little we know about her I don’t want to go into a rant where I grab at straws hoping to find something. Maybe I’ll reblog this with more if we meet Julia, but for now that’s gonna be it

Thanks yall for wanting to listen to me ramble, I love minor details like this with character design, it makes my heart happy as a fellow character designer :3

[jhuuni]

Help me! - Wen Junhui

dramatic jun x not morning person gn reader

childhood bsfs, humour? school jun, phone call, fluff

word count: 600

you’re awoken by an urgent call from your best friend who should be in school?

authors note- IMMA BE SO REAL I HATE IT WHEN I SAY WISH ME LUCK AND SOMEONE SAYS LUCK ANWAY, I thought of this in school and quickly just wrote it so enjoy :

It was 10:03am, you were sleeping since it was the holidays. Until your peaceful rest was disturbed by your best friend, who moved schools and today was his first day.

junnie🤓☝️

accept decline

“Y/n Y/N THANK GOODNESS YOU ANSWERED.” He shouted whispered.

“Jun I swear to God there better be a good reason you're calling me.” You reply, rubbing your eyes, still processing the fact you’ve just unwantedly woken up.

“There’s a big problem already.”

“What could have happened? You should have only had one lesson.” You asked a bit confused.

“It was the worst lesson of my life!” He responded dramatically.

You knew Jun was going to be fine in his new school, he was very likeable and a funny person. So you couldn’t really understand yet what’s happened or maybe it was too early.

“The teacher was doing the register, and…” He paused to add suspense.

“And?”

“My mum forgot to tell school I preferred to be called Jun! My name in this school is now Jerry.”

You quickly sat up on your bed, in shock but began to giggle.

“Y/n this is not funny, the whole class made fun of me. I'M OFFICIALLY NOT GOING TO BE POPULAR ANYMORE UGHH.” He cried enunciating the word ‘popular’.

“It’s only been one lesson, quickly run to reception or send an email to your teachers today.”

“Are you serious? ITS MY FIRST DAY , I don't have any school email!” He whispered whilst raising his voice, you slowly formed your mouth in an O shape realising you were a bit slow; but then again it was too early for you.

“Wait Jun, how are you calling me?” You asked curious as to whether he should be in school.

“I’m in the toilet, hiding.” You heard him sigh after.

“From what?”

“When my class found out my name was Jerry…”

“Hmm carry on.”

“They all turned their heads and pointed at this boy, and guess what his name was.” You immediately knew what he was going to say.

Yours and Juns friendship was referred to as Tom’s and Jerry’s by quite a few people due to your bickering but also caring for each other (as you’ve been bestfriends since you began to breathe).

You slowly had a smile on your face which you quickly had to get rid of just in case he could somehow see you.

“Hmm, does it begin with T?” You blurt out laughing. “Wait is my Jerry…” You copied his dramatic pause. “replacing me.” You gasped, bringing your hand to cover your mouth.

“Y/n this isn’t funny.”

“But yes his name is Tom.They said we should be best friends,but Toms a bit weird no offence.”

“Did you just indirectly call me weird?” You asked a tiny bit offended.

“Yes.”

“Jerry, you better watch what your next words are.”

“FINE, wait y/n-”

You were a bit curious as to why he went quiet until you heard someone yelling at him, asking why he wasn’t in class and on his phone in the toilets. He explained quickly he was new and that he was confused, to which the teacher said he had 1 minute and needed to hurry up.

“Y/n please pray for me. I cannot be unpopular, it doesn’t look good on my records .”

“Sorry Jerry, but what?” You interrupted, surprised at how dramatic he could be.

“Okay, Y/n wish me luck.”

“Luck Jerry” You replied, hanging up and lying back in bed again, smiling and giggling to yourself.

Maybe it wasn’t as much of a disturbance as you thought.

tags: @wheeboo @hannieheartuu @jjongshrts @minhui896 @rubywonu

[anotherghoul666]

This Could All Be Yours

STRIPPER!AU STRIPPER!AU GUYS IT’S HERE I FINISHED IT IT’S HERE

This is my offering to this wonderful community of horny and supportive people for the holidays. Yule blessings aplenty on you if you’re pagan like me / merry christmas if that’s something you celebrate / happy hanukkah / if you celebrate another holiday at this time of year I wish you a good one. And if it’s a weird or difficult period of the year for you then I hope this fic brightens your day and brings some positivity in! ❤️

Pairing: Swiss/Rain

Rating: Explicit

Tags / contains: stripper!AU; come discover the setting of the Ghost strip club in all its glory, possibilities and inner workings; get to know each ghoul and their jobs in the stripper!verse; Rain is not in the band / get to know everyone through his eyes; fish out of water trope; every ghoul gets a whole ass scene at least, sometimes more than one scene (yes that’s partly why it’s so big XD); sex worker appreciation; fat bodies appreciation; normal bodies appreciation; yes all the moves I name in the dance scenes are real and you can google the names to see exactly what move the strippers are doing; THE OUTFITS YOU GUYS, the outfits I put the strippers in, I had so much fun with the outfits, please come gush over the outfits with meeeeeeeee; stripper/client dynamic; light D/s vibes; dom!Rain kinda? he tries his best; sub!Swiss kinda? at least he listens; watch these two dorks simultaneously develop a crush on each other; lap dances; private dances; breaking strip club rules; grinding; nipple play; frottage / jacking off dicks together; cum play; breaking even more club rules; idiots in love.

Summary: Rain is an abbey ghoul with a rather monotonous and repetitive life. He’d like a change, but he can’t quite seem to make it happen. It’s his lack of confidence that’s the issue, his coworkers say, and they give him all sorts of tips, tricks and challenges to help him grow. Including a dare to go spend an evening at the infamous Ghost Strip Club. The ever popular establishment, high-end provider of the most enticing and luxurious sins of the flesh, equally intimidates and fascinates Rain. Beyond the heavy cathedral doors of the club lies a whole world of temptations and pleasures with its own rules, its own codes, its own inhabitants. Rain gets a taste of the peculiar staff of the club in more ways than one, and he also gets a confidence lesson he won’t soon forget. What better way to learn how to be bold than some hands on practice?

Read it here on AO3!!

Tagging the usernames I wrote down for people who showed interest in this fic in my comments and asks, etc: @joeynihil @st-danger @reaperghoul @ghostnamelesfan @sodo-emeritus @namelessghouls-primemover (I dunno if you changed your username or deleted buddy but just in case Imma still tag it the way it used to be written in case you recognize yourself) @merginyourface @royalchachi @crimsonclergy @unholybuttholey @arsonyard @idkhowbut-art @blanchebees I'm sure there's others I missed and forgot to write down specifically, I'm sorry, consider yourself tagged if you were part of the stripper!AU hype train with us too! ❤️

[slashingdisneypasta]

I had a... Particularly exhausting day at work today. You know how it is in fast food 😅 I need mommy Baby Firefly comfort, and I want to offer you thoughts today. So imma drop this imagine here now that I've seen all three films.

Imagine that, after Otis and Foxy bail Baby out, but before they hit the road to Mexico, Baby insists they go to your workplace; [insert restaurant name]. She never forgot you in prison and knows you haven't forgotten her either, regardless if you visited her or not. She wants- no no, she needs to see you before she and her brothers go hide out. It's unclear how this visit will go, all things considering.

Maybe your coworkers will call the police. Maybe she'll have to kill a few assholes. You guys might be able to share one final meal together on your lunch break. You might barely have time for a bye-for-now fuck in the back. Who knows. But all that matters tonight is her walking in through those doors to see you, on the register or on the grill or in the back- wherever your position in the building is- and she gets to see her favorite person in the world for the first time in a long time.

Oh I do know how that can be. Keep an eye on your inbox.

This this this!! XDD Ah, I have definitely had my fair share of imagining F/O's coming by my workplace when its bad fantasies and I'm so excited and jazzed to see you have them too XDD

Baby thinking about you throughout her time in prison though!! Baby waiving at the camera whenever she's on TV and mouthing an excitable 'HI SARAH', tucking hair behind her ear and giving the camera eyes~ Baby getting out and immediately bouncing up to Otis and Foxy asking if they've checked on you, yet. Baby refusing to move and ignoring every word Otis says until he agrees to take her to you. Baby flirting all-fake with your boss to give you a long p a i d break and then turning around and being all real, with you. Baby not being able to leave you alone for that long break; playing with your hair with her bottom lip between her teeth, holding onto every word you say while nodding her head and twisting her own hair around her finger, and asking you to go with them with puppy dog eyes. Baby snapping at Otis or Foxy if they try to hurry her; vicious and feral. Baby not caring who's watching (Or, really, loving if people are watching actually) when she pulls you in for any slow and dirty kisses she gives you throughout the meeting. Baby just in general taking away all your stress and showing you she loves loves loves you ^^

This is such a good imagine XD I hope this helped you through your day!!

[tomorobo-illust]

Hi I just realized that wrt your earliest Lone Emmet and Cub AU comic with Emmet in the present getting the letter to himself a la the ending of Back to the Future part 2, Doc Brown's first name is also Emmet. Was that in any way intentional on your part?

Imma be real. I completely forgot that Doc Brown's first name is Emmett!! Mind you the spelling is one 't' different, but it's still an Emmet/Emmett OvO That was a coincidence, but now this whole Back to the Future inspiration is even more fitting!

The comic mentioned is this one if you are curious !

[yandereloversblog]

Idk how many characters are ur limit 😭 so imma just put in Yandere Bonten and Yandere first Gen Black dragons in this context:

It’s basically a dream I had 😭: in my dream I was arguing with Andrew tate when he came up to me at a store yelling racial slurs (I’m Asian) and I said he look like the crust of an unwiped asshole and he turned into a toliet paper and suddenly I was being surrounded by tiny ppl (size of a mice) who demanded that I give them an apple which I didn’t have and I said no- but bc I said no I started a WW3 with the mini mice ppl, carrot ppl and pigeons- so I’m being chased my all three bc I didn’t give them apples which I didn’t have and then got captured by the pigeons. Then I was being dragged to their supreme leader which were 15ft teletabbies that then ask if I had apples- I said no again and then the teletabbies demanded that I Mario kart race them FR. So I was sent to a actual Mario kart race lap where I was now going aginst the teletabbies and I almost got my car shelled 5 times. I won first place but bc I did now the teletabbies are after me personally so I was now in a driving chase with these teletabbies, mjcw , carrot and pigeon ppl . I kept racing to this purple door where I went pass it and I woke up

Basically Yandere Bonten and Yandere first Gen BD being in my dream while experiencing and waking up after hc 😭 I think that’s the best way to write this. Also honestly if my Yandere gonna be with me irl may as well deal with my crack dreams

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 1𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐞𝐧

What in God's name did I read 😭😭😂😂 bro lemme tell you something- imagine you call them late at night or suddenly wake up, not only scare them but then also tell them your dream? This is how it's boutta go and since the situations would be pretty similar I merged them.

Him: Andrew Tate?

You: Oh yeah, he's actually a real person.

Him: Who the fuck- How do you know him and why is he in your dreams!?

You: Oh no *completely serious* I hate his guts and I hope he dies, he's an asshole

Him:... Continue.

You: *Continues telling their dreams*

Him: *Looks like they're calmly listening but in their mind they're just like* 'Andrew fucking Tate, you dare soil my darling's dream? If I ever see you it's on sight you bitch.'

They just heard you be dreaming about another person regardless and now that random person has a target on their back: Mikey, Wakasa

Him:... Okay *carefully letting the collar around your neck a little loose* I think we should go easier on the drugs from now on.

What in devil's crack did you smoke to get a dream like that? Luckily now you get a little more privileges: Ran, Benkei, Takeomi [Bonten]

Him: You know what lemme tell you something- I had a dream like that but I was getting chased by pirates instead with their ship because I tried to steal one of their treasures but the treasure has your face carved on it so I had to- like they were riding a big ass ship and chasing me on the desert while I ran in that hot sun but get what, I fell in a sandhole and then ended up in Wal-Mart but these big birds were around me- Like I think they were called ostriches and they were wearing staff clothes but because I was human THEY started chasing me-

If he has to hear about your crack dream, so do you: Shinichiro

Him: But like Andrew Tate is such a bitch.

You: I know right? Then this happened- *continues*

Him: You were at a fucking store, you could've just ran to the next aile get an apple!?

You: I forgot! Anyways- *continues*

Him: And now you caused WW3- These bitches just thirsty for apples, like damn go get it yourself 🙄

You: Right!? Like why get me to do that!?

Gets a little too invested in your dreams and will probably bash any dream entity he doesn't like: Rindou, Sanzu [especially if he's on drugs]

Him: Sweetheart go back to bed, we'll figure what that means later.

Probably just came back for a job and now puts you to sleep, gonna get a dream book to see what the fuck you just said and try to decode it cuz it was funny: Kokonoi, Mocchi, Takeomi [Black Dragons]

Him: Don't worry sweetie, whether that Andrew Tate bothers you, those small stuff, teletabbies or WW3 I'll protect you in your dreams too so let's go back to sleep.

Probably half asleep, but trying to listen to you until he just gives up and cuddles you to bed again: Kakucho

[breezybrii]

˚- ୨୧ lets give it a try ♡ ⤷ Niki

「genre: fluff, strangers - friends - lovers, he fell she fell harder」

ʚ₊˚ high school AU! Y/N band AU! 📻

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: swearing, rude humor, kissing?

this is made to entertain! please enjoy! if you have any suggestions feel free to let me know! thank you!

✎ 》 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙊𝙣𝙚 🎧

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“y/n! wake up!” i groaned. who was making all that noise this early in the morning? i threw the covers over my head, attempting to cancel out the noise but, sadly, the were snatched away.

“i’m up i’m up gosh,” i sat up, rubbing my eyes, “what does it take for someone to get some sleep.” once my eyes started clearing up i saw my band mate ash (random names) standing right in front of me. “you’re going to be late for school dumbass, it’s 7:15!” shit. “no way, why didn’t you wake me up sooner!”

i jumped out of bed, school starts in 15 minutes, there’s no way i’m going to make it. i ran around the dorm trying my best to hurry and get everything i needed.

i brushed my teeth, got dressed, got my backpack and grabbed a cheese stick before heading out. i looked down at my watch, it was 7:40, i’m late. everyone in the dorm had already left so i made my way to school alone. i connected my headphones and put them on my head, staring at the ground as i walked.

suddenly, i bumped into someone. i felt myself fall, already getting ready for the impact but then i stopped. “oh my god i’m sorry! are you okay?” a guy was holding my arms, keeping me from falling straight on my ass. “yeah i’m okay.” the guy helped me to my feet. “i’m sorry, i wasn’t paying attention to where i was looking,” i apologized.

i looked up at him, boy was he tall. not to mention extremely attractive. “it’s alright, it’s good you didn’t get hurt though.. say, don’t you go to Hybe High?” I nodded, how did he know? “i recognize you! you’re in my class, chemistry!” no way i have him for a class, i don’t remember seeing him at all.

“oh yeah, right, you’re uh..” i was trying to think of a name that could possibly be his. “riki, or niki, whichever honestly.” i “oh”ed silently. “yeah, i’m y/n, just if you didn’t know.” he smiled, “yeah i know, i actually saw you perform like three weeks ago at a festival.” he knows who i am? we kind of just stood there awkwardly, not really knowing what to say next. i suddenly remembered something. “fuck! i’m late!” i looked at my watch “8:05 am”. riki looked shocked too “you’re lying, there’s no way it’s that late.” “why would i lie about that, we gotta go!”

me and riki ran to school, huffing as we walked through the office doors. “it’s literally so late oh my god,” i said, turning to riki who was catching his breath. “yeah, we’re already in second period.” there were beads of sweat on his forehead, it made him like more shiny than he already was. he looked good. “well imma head to my class,” riki stood up straight, “i’ll see ya later?” i nodded. “sure yeah, see ya.” and with that, he walked away.

i also headed towards my class, thinking about what happened. i don’t know how i realized to miss out on him if he’s in one of classes. he’s handsome too, it’s crazy how i never noticed him.

i finally made it to class, trying to open the door slowly so my teacher, ms. kim, wouldn’t see me. but of course, as soon as i walked in she was standing at the front of the board. “y/n, how nice of you to finally join us. i hope you did your homework from last night.” i totally forgot we had homework. “uhh yeah…,” i said, trying to make it to my seat with all the other kids staring at me. she shook her head, “see me after class ms. l/n.” i put my head on my desk, today’s the worst.

the bell rang. here we go. i began walking towards the teachers desk, passing by kids giving me a ‘good luck’ kind of smile. ms. kim has been known to say things straight, even if they’re mean.

“so, y/n, i’ve been noticing you’ve been coming late to my classes more and more.” it’s been like 4 times be for real. “yeah i know, i’m sorry, i’ve just been waking up late and have to rush, i’ll work harder.” she clicked her tongue. “i think it’s because of your band, i heard you’ve been practicing till super late so that’s maybe why you’ve been over sleeping.” i shook my head, “no i swear it’s just me, everyone else wakes up on time.” she shook her head once again. “we’ll that’s not gonna cut it,” she put down some papers, it was my assignments, “your grades have also been falling.” i examined the papers some more, yeah my grades have been falling but that’s just because her class is impossible now. “if this keeps happening y/n…” she better not say it, "i'll have to get your band to stop performing." i sighed. that's the last thing i wanted.

"please no," i begged, "you can't do that, i have to perform." ms. kim looked away at her computer, "well that's what's going to happen if you don't straighten your act.

i really can't believe she threatened my band, like it would have been fine if she gave me detention but saying she'll cancel all our stages, that's cruel. "i understand ms. kim, i'll do my best from now on, promise." she gave a small smile. "i hope so y/n, here's a pass to your next class," she said while handing me a sticky note.

i started walking out of the class, i don't get why she's so upset, i'm still passing, even if it's barely, but, i can't do anything but get up early and actually study. i won't let my band get pulled into this.

After School 🎤༉‧

"yeah after rehearsal i'll head over there to watch ya'll," i told jake. he was the captain for the soccer team and they had a game today, so, i was going to stop by and watch for a bit. "great! i'll see you then, bye y/n," jake said, walking away, waving as he left.

i began walking to the field, where we practice. another festival was coming up and we HAD to play there. a lot of people are said to go which would be amazing for us.

"hey guys! i'm here!" i walked up onto the platform, setting my bag down next to the others. "y/n, finally you're here, get the mic plugged in and get warmed up. let's try to get the final things down," dae said as she plugged her bass into the speakers. "yeah the big day is this weekend, let's work hard today!" meilee, our drummer, said.

as we were going over our setlist, people started showing up which was normal but someone caught my eye. i saw a familiar tall, blonde standing in the middle. it was riki. he was watching us perform.

"alrighty, thank you everyone for showing up! come watch us at this weekends festival!" i said to the small crowd that was gathered. "good job guys, nice work," ash started, "let's start cleaning up."

"hey y/n," i turned to the voice, "oh my god hey riki!" i didn't think he would stay to talk to me. "you looked good up there, probably better then the last time i saw you." i smiled. he was so sweet. "aw thanks riki, i'm glad you saw us." i hadn't seen him since this morning. "since i haven't seen you since chemistry, i wanted to ask you something." i hummed, "what is it?" he looked nervous. "i was wondering, if you were free, if you could maybe uh come watch my soccer game today." no way. he plays soccer? "yeah of course! i was going to stop by anyways but i'll stay to watch just because you asked." riki smiled. he looked so cute. "i'm happy you're going to be there! it means a lot but i got to get going, we're leaving soon." i nodded "yeah yeah hurry, i'll see you there!"

"dang y/n who was that?" meilee snickered. "yeah y/n he's cute," dae chimed in. "oh he's someone i bumped into this morning, and he's in my chemistry class." they gave each other a look while smiling. "oh come on guys, we just met." "yeah but you never know where that's gonna lead you," ash winked.

all i really wondered is how i managed to start talking to riki, like i wonder what would happen if i hadn't run into him this morning. i hope we can get closer... he seems nice.

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Author Note: hey guys! i hope you enjoyed part one! there will be more parts coming out but tbh i'm still trying to figure out how to work tumblr so i'll probably take awhile but yeah!

[fcknstar]

,, best friends girl "

- harryosborn x fem!reader x peterparker

a.n : omfg i have a habit of writing at night. i have tried to edit it to the best of my ability. i need friends who share the same interest in harry osborn. uhh this is a mix of peter and harry, but it was really actually for harry lmao. i think imma just use marlene monae as my oc / reader / (y/n) cause it's easier for me. kinda got carried away lmao

warnings : jealousy? , long back story , y/n or reader is known as marlene monae.

**lowercase intended**

changing schools in the middle of the semester has to be your most hated things that could ever happen to you. moving houses was normal for your family as your fathers a business man, who moves around. your dad was a family man, he never wanted to leave his family behind, so hed bring you and your mom around. 

it may seem magical, being able to see the entire world due to having the money for it. however, the beauty of it can never mask your hatred having to make friends, and eventually leaving them. you hardly ever kept real friends due to long distance and time difference which made it hard for both parties to connect. 

somehow, there was a few friends that you truly treasured. you were settled there for awhile. you met peter parker, harry osborn and gwen stacy. there were others but they were really something. peter was more towards the introvert dude who was always reserved, attractive guy. harry was the complete opposite of peters personality, he was more outgoing towards others, ladys boy. gwen stacy was with peter when you first entered, and you guys simply clicked, probably due to the love of science. 

you have to admit that you found peter attractive, thank god your feelings have started to slowly fade into the background. however that happiness was outlived when you found out you had to move again. you begged your parents to settle here, but of course they refused. bummed out with your parents, you had to carry the burden and decided to not tell your friends about it. you just didnt want to suffer with long distance and that your meeting with them was merely meant to be during that timeline. knowing that itd be your last time ever being in queens, you confessed your feelings towards peter, probably weeks or months after gwen and peters breakup. you didnt want to regret not opening your heart out. 

when you left without a single trace, the duo was upset. of course, who wouldn't be. you left without a letter, a goodbye. peter did tell the others about your confession. gwen wasnt mad, she was more delighted. harry left way earlier than you did, so he didn't know anything. 

just like every friend and memory you had, you had forgotten them easily. you had to, it was driving you insane with how much you missed them. missed peter because you didnt know what his answer was. but who cares. aunt may probably forgot and didnt tell peter about it. you werent mad at aunt may, but she is old and had a lot to handle with her frail hands, and your message to peter only added the burden for her. but to your luck, she did pass down the message, but was too late as peter came back home later than usual. 

it has been years and you are your own woman. you aged beautifully and your birthday was nearing. your parents had settled in france, feeling comfortable with their surroundings. you had basically forgotten the past, most of your friends and the activities you did with them. clearing up your messy room, you came across a dusty cardboard box. it looked beaten up. curiosity killed the cat and you opened to box only to find the stuff your friends had gifted you throughout your years of moving. 

the box had felt like a time capsule, feeling like a teenager again was good. there was a particularly picture in the box that caught your eye. it was a pic of your friends in queens. 

what were their names again? uhh grace? harold and peter? peter sounds familiar but too basic. he looks familiar too. it was hard for you to remember everyones names and faces due to the dozens of people youve met. attached to the picture was a thumbdrive. curious you slipped in the drive into your laptop. it was multiple folders of your time at queens? what was so special about this place, you thought. you scrolled through a couple of photos and videos, when everything hit you like a truck. you had fled that place without letting your friends know about you leaving. you had deeply missed that place that you made yourself forget about everything there. surprisingly, your heart still yearned for peter. 

after talking with your parents, they have let you fly back there. while flying you didnt know what to expect or what to think. should i visit peter? or gwen?

what if they don't accept me? you panicked. maybe it wasn't a good idea to actually visit queens. upon reaching there, you found a hotel to stay at for the time being. you basically walked around queens trying to find a familiar apartment. after a few hours of searching, you landed infront of a old but homely apartment. you didnt know what to expect. maybe peter and aunt may moved? maybe they wont recognize you? taking a deep breath in, you advanced forward towards the entrance, knocking on the door. it didnt take long for the door to swing open revealing aunt may. 

" hey aunt may, how are you? " you started. the awkward tension in the air filled you both quickly while you waited for her reply. it looked like she was trying to piece the imaginary puzzles together. 

" uhm, its marlene? " you added, helping her remember you faster. it was as if you could see the light bulb above her head light up. you didnt expect a big warm hug from aunt may, well you had feared that she probably didnt accept you. lifting your hands slowly, you reciprocated the hug and took in her embrace. you did miss aunt may, her hugs, her cooking, and her smiles that she never failed to give you. 

" darling! oh my its been so long, what happened? how are you? hows your parents? what brings you here? " aunt may spat out as she released you from her embrace. she always saw you as one of hers. she always carried a heavy heart wherever she went. she often thought that you left because of them despite you reassuring her that you werent.

" may, whats  the commotion about? " peter came out from the side, chuckling. however it stopped when he saw you. you both did not say anything to each other, you felt your body heat up with guilt. the one where you knew you did something wrong. peter felt multiple emotions rush through him, was it really you? 

" uh pete, this is marlene, i hope you didnt forget her? " nodded aunt may. aunt may saw how peter suffered, not knowing whether he felt that way because you left without saying goodbye or that he wasnt able to tell you that he felt the same way. the spiderman situation didnt help him either, no one knew that but gwen. 

trying to suppress the heat and awkwardness, you merely nodded and smiled. aunt may welcomed you in and wanted to catch up. the house looked the same, it gave off homely vibes and you missed it. you sat on the dining table opposite of aunt may while peter just stood next to her. 

you had to try to explain your absence and why you left without saying anything. you did a lot of things you regretted in the past, and leaving without an explanation was on the top of your list. aunt may seemed to understand, but she is always understanding. not sure if peter seemed the same way as his gaze was fixated on you ever since you were at their doorstep. 

" alright, ill leave you two be yea " aunt may could sense the tension between the two young adults. all she wanted was them to reconcile, glancing at peter hoping he gets a hint. 

" oh uh its fine, i was about to leave anyway. im sorry if i came without notice. bye aunt may! " you quickly gathered your stuff and practically ran out the house. slowing down your pace once you were out, you took out your phone with the intention to play some music while walking back to your hotel. 

" so thats it? youre leaving without saying goodbye to me? again? " peter called out. stopping in your tracks, you slowly turned to him. you could see the disappointment that was clearly showing. 

" look, im sorry i left okay? i just had a lot going on back then and i thought that was the easiest way out- "

" but it wasnt, isnt it? you left me knowing that we could be something.. " peter had whispered the last part, not wanting or ready for you to hear it. maybe you had moved on. his eyes trained on you. 

you didnt know what to say. you heard what he whispered out. " i know youre mad at me and its reasonable. and i.. i. " you werent sure if he liked you, but what he said did indicate that he probably did have feelings. 

" yea i am mad at you, you left without a letter? and you expected that the message you left me was enough? it was selfish of you to do so you know that right " he slowly advanced to you, not wanting his neighbors to listen to the conversation that went horribly wrong. you wanted to answer, but nothing came out of your mouth. peter felt that he was a little too harsh just by looking at your expression.

" im sorry if i was too harsh. i just. i really liked you, i still do, but leaving me. leaving gwen wasnt something we both saw coming. aunt may said you liked me. is it true? " it was pretty bold of peter, he knew that. but he really needed to know. he nearly missed your nods. that was enough for him to engulf you into a hug. peter had let his guard down and you had to. you realized that it was hard for him too. 

it had been a few weeks ever since you stepped foot in new york. peter brought you to see gwen, who was thrilled to find you back. you guys reconnected instantly, catching up with one another. peter was glad that you are back, but he knew deep down that you had to leave again. gwen convinced you to stay with her as she needed a roommate. which made you convince your parents to let you stay in new york. somehow everything went according to plan, and you parents visited you often. you were living comfortably with gwen, you started dating peter. it sounds bad, dating your friends ex, but gwen was too open minded to care about what people thought. who cares about their friend dating their crush when they are in a committed relationship with someone new. 

you and peter were at a cafe having a regular breakfast, when a mini television in the cafe announced harry osborns arrival back in new york. it was said that his father was terribly sick and had died from it. decided that you both wanted to visit harry. 

the moment you stepped into the building, you both were told that harry was in a meeting for oscorp, and had to wait for the boy to come down. scanning the foyer you were in, it looked grand, but was dimly lit which made it more eerie than intended. you both didnt know what to expect except the awkwardness that will fill in between you three. while waiting for harry, you and peter were softly kicking each other to keep each other from getting bored. 

the clacks of someones shoes broke the silence and both you and peter had turned to see harry. harry looked different, he grew into his looks, the ridiculous side part has yet to leave his personality. 

" peter parker.. and marlene monae. its like seeing ghosts. " harry chuckled, staring at you both. 

" hey harry. " peter greeted with a gentle tone, not wanting harry to push you both away. 

you just forced a smile towards the boy who nodded. " uhm, what brings you both here? "

" we saw the news, heard about your dad and just wanted to see you and  how you are doing. " it was now your turn to speak. you didnt want to offend harry, trying to sound as sincerely as you intended with the words that came out. 

" im uh with some people,  im in a meeting " harry voiced out, eyes flickering between you both. 

" we didnt mean to intrude, really. i knew how it feels to lose a parent. " a sigh left peters lips. he truly wanted to be there for his friend. the conversation felt awkward and you didnt know what to do other than mess with your skin. glancing back at peter, you continued, " we just wanted to let you know that we are here for you if you need us " 

harry nodded, whispering out a " thank you " . 

it was silent for a moment and you seriously wanted to tension to stop. clasping your hands together, you look between peter and harry, " it was nice to see you again, harry " smiling towards the boy, you glance back at peter. peter got the hint and nodded. as you both turned to the door, harry spoke. 

" i see that you have gotten your braces out, " you could tell that harry had let his guard down with the tone of his voice. you missed this harry that enjoyed messing around, " and you have better style now huh " harry eyed you up and down. he always teased about how plain you dress up in the past. 

seeing peter smile at harrys words warmed you dearly. peter had both of his friends back into his life and peter couldnt be more happy. 

" you still blow dry your hair every morning? " peter laughed. harry stepped down onto the stairs, chuckling. 

" you know, one of my servants holds the hair dryer and i work the comb " harry cracked a smile, he was shocked at how quickly he let his old friends back into his life, but he wasnt mad at all. 

when harry reached the bottom of the stairs, he opened up his arms wanting a hug. without hesitation peter ran to harry like a little child, engulfing harry into a bear hug. you have seen peter happy when hes around his friends, but peter has never been this happy to have a friend back into your life. ( you messed up, thats why he didnt seem to happy to see you, right marlene? ) 

after harry released peter from his grasp, he opened his arms slightly, offering you a hug that you gladly accepted. you and harry usually shared hugs with one another in the past. it was tradition, whenever you two see each other or needed one another, a hug was always shared, and jokes were passed around. 

peter was happy seeing his friends reconcile, but his eyes didnt miss the way harrys hands held your waist. was it normal? he knew your relationship with harry in the past, but he didnt remember it to be this touchy. maybe it was because he was just jealous. the hug lasted longer than he anticipated, his ears didnt miss the light thumping of someones heart during the shared hug. it couldnt be yours, he was used to hearing your heart beat and didnt sound like yours. maybe harry was nervous. peter didnt know. 

it wasnt long before the trio found themselves walking through a park which located in the middle of the town. harry and peter were conversing, letting you take in the atmosphere. 

" what? you got yourself a lady? " harry joked while watching peter lean back onto the railing. that was what made you and peter lock eyes. harry caught that, a smile starting to appear on his lips. 

" wait, you two? " harry questioned. 

when you were about to answer harry, peter beat you to it. " you sound surprised, well we were just about to tell you " peter winked. 

" well i am, i just didnt think a hot looking woman would end up with a nerd. " harry joked, " i mean dont get me wrong im happy for you both. " you were probably oblivious enough to not notice the tone in harrys voice, but peter clearly did. 

" well thank you harry, but how bout you get yourself a woman before talking " you winked at harry, challenging harry. 

" i have one in mind, but shes off limits. " harry sighed, eye flicking between you and peter. 

" spill right now. "  you cheered, its been a long time since you heard your best friend talk about his crushes. 

" spill? its that like a slang-? " harry was cut off with a slap in the head. of course it was from you. peter didnt like the interaction one bit, he didnt expect you and harry click so fast after years of not meeting. it took you less than an hour to let your guard down with harry, but it took you a few weeks to fully get comfortable with peter. peter just couldn't understand. 

harry however, was more delighted to have you talk to him. he had missed your eagerness whenever he shared about his dream girl which was practically you. he did feel upset when he found out that you and peter were an item. if you and peter werent together, hed for sure have started something with you. he knew peter saw the way he held your waist, the way he brought your hips closer to his, the way he buried his face in the crook of your neck. but who is he to break you two apart. you were his best friends girl. or are you really?

[reallyromealone]

Ayo— IDK IF THE EARLIER REQUEST WENT BUT IMMA HRSJBSNS

so I had this idea asf— like male reader who is the brother of hakkai and Zuhu (same age as them asf) and Mitsuya meets him for the first time and falls in love 😩💖🤝 and reader is all puppy energy (kinda like the Black dragon fic— it is a masterpiece btw) and hakkai and Zuhu trust Mitsuya with their life but are still protective of their brother asf <3 coz I love being pampered 🥹🏃and like maybe end with Mitsuya and reader get together and he pampers reader coz I rlly need some of it rn 🏃

this long asf— HOW IS MY GIRL LILY

reallyromealone answered:

Hi!!!

And i love this??? So much???? It's art???

And lily is alright! She's going to her checkup soon!

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(name) Shiba, younger fraternal twin of Hakkai and absolute darling to say the least as he followed beside his siblings, a lopsided grin while curiosity danced in his eyes.

Today he was meeting Hakkais friends! How fun!

"remember (name), behave and no hugs" Yazuha said softly to her brother, the youngest Shiba pouting slightly at her words but nodded none the less.

He was the sweetest but also the dumbest Shiba, but he meant well.

Eventually they made their way to the park where some of Toman was, some of the members couldn't make it but that was alright.

"u-uh this is my brother (name)" Hakkai said awkwardly and gestured to the brother in question who smiled happily "it's nice to meet you!" He said with just unfiltered joy and the Toman boys felt like it was illegal to see such unfiltered kindness.

Hakkai slowly introduced him to everyone and when he finally got to his best friend he paused slightly as he looked at Mitsuyas face.

He was absolutely smitten with his baby brother, you could see it in his eyes.

Hakkai and Yazuha shared a look.

They were both very protective of sweet (name), the one in question far to trusting for his own good.

But... If he were to be dating anyone they would want someone like Mitsuya.

Mitsuya was husband material.

"it's very nice to meet you Mitsuya! Hakkai talks real nice about you!" (Name) exclaimed happily, taking the lavender man's hands into his own and leaned closer to the poor guy.

"is that so? Well that's very sweet of him" Mitsuya said softly before lifting (name)s hands and kissing them gently, the rest of Toman kind of in awe at Mitsuyas actions.

They forgot that he had game.

(name) blushed slightly before giving a goofy grin "you're strange Mitsuya!"

The rest of the day Mitsuya stuck close to (name) making small talk and flirting shamelessly and even the sweet puppy that was (name) could see that.

Eventually the day became night and the group parted ways and (name) was distracted by Chifuyu showing him pictures Peke J, the blond smiling at the genuine excitement the other showed.

"you can date him" Yazuha said bluntly as she stared at Mitsuya who glanced back "but break his heart and we won't forgive you" she continued before staring at her baby brother "he doesn't need a different kind of hurt" her throat tightened as she remembered what the eldest Shiba brother put the poor boy through.

It was amazing that he was still so happy despite it all.

"I would rather die than see that sunshine dim even slightly" Mitsuya said softly as Hakkai yelled for (name) and God did he look adorable as he whipped his head to his siblings and smiled.

He was a puppy in human form!

"time to go home bud!" Yazuha said fondly as (name) wandered over "it was nice meeting you all!" (Name) said sweetly and smiled at Mitsuya before following his siblings.

"wait!" Mitsuya called before going up to (name) "go out with me this Friday" he asked and the look on (name)s face made his heart do things.

Pure awe before he smiled softly "I would love to!"