#like it takes forever and gets cold so fast then you have to clean up how are you guys having fun this sucks

[rainyvandragon]

Oh those precious memories~

See I could tell myself that it's okay that I'm writing this because I am a catholic woman but let's be real those things just aren't true any more. So instead I am going to claim this as an emotional craving because of that time of the month. Definitely nothing along the lines of 10 year revival of my fanfiction writing phase. And it's totally, in no way related to any issues I might have. Totally sane, I tell you.

! 18+ Minors do not interact, I am NOT a fckn daycare!

Yandere! Hazbin Hotel x GN! Reader

Content warning: obsessive behaviour, stalking, slight NSFW (more in some parts then others), just a bunch of red flags and things that I do not condone irl

Charlie:

Honestly Charlie might be the most sane of the bunch in this regard

She isn't to interested in stealing anything from you, that is just not something she would be comfortable with – in general but especially with her Darling

However she doesn't mind keeping things that you let her borrow

It doesn't even matter what

You gave her a hair tie because one of hers broke? She'll cherish it forever

It was raining on a day she had to go out and you suggested she could use your umbrella? Pretty much hers now

Of course the greatest thing for her would be you lending her some of your clothes

She would most likely spend the next nights cuddling up to it in bed

Oh the frustration when the fabric no longer smells like you but rather her!

Yeah sure, she can give you your things back. She just forgot them in her room, oops! Don't worry she'll get them later

Unless she forgets again...

Vaggie:

She would never take anything you truly need or value

In all seriousness, Vaggie could never stand the idea of inconveniencing her Darling

However unlike Charlie she is just not close enough with you (yet) to count on you giving things to her

So instead she uses the position she has in the Hotel

There was a movie night with everybody invited?

Well somehow ever since the clean up the blanket you were cuddled up in is gone. Oh well, Vaggie will just get a new one, they weren't that expensive to begin with anyway (and if she is fast enough with it nobody is even going to notice anything)

Sadly those lucky occasions that allow her to grab some reminders of your shared time don't come around to often

And Vaggie respects you and herself to much to steal from you or go through your garbage bin

Thankfully she has the patience to wait for those windows of opportunity

And hey, since everything went relatively smoothly this week why not suggest another movie night to Charlie? Everyone involved seemed to enjoy it anyway – so there really is no harm done, right?

Angel:

Anybody who immediately thought of Angel stealing his Darling's underwear needs to take a cold shower!

Now don't get me wrong – he has thought about it

He does have a relatively high drive and desire for intimacy and sex

So sure the idea of taking something rather personal from you did cross his mind

But deep down Anthony just is a little sweetheart and he just couldn't take something like your underwear or other intimate items from you without any sort of consent

As for other, less private things

It doesn't matter if Angel and you have the same of different sizes – he WILL steal your clothes and wear them

If you wear make-up or nail polish he will definitely “borrow” things – especially lipstick

Now if his Darling is somebody who likes to keep a lot of pillows or plushies in bed he is definitely not shy about taking things from that pile either. Although, depending on how well Darling keeps track of those things, he might only borrow them for a night or two – maybe rotating between some, making sure to leave them under the bed upon returning so it looks like it just fell off the mattress

Alastor:

Now Alastor is already rather torn apart when he first noticed his desire for your belongings

He never once though about stealing from you...until you forgot something in the lobby – a book, notebook, pen, whatever it was – it was just lying there on the table next to the couches

Ever the gentleman he obviously wanted to return it to you but something inside of him fought against the very idea of it. This might be the closet he gets to having you (at least for now), his Darling

As his obsession towards you continues to grow some of his past life's interests stir awake inside of him

One day whilst helping out you cut yourself on some damaged bit of furniture. Alastor is immediately there to offer you a handkerchief to stop the bleeding – a handkerchief that quickly becomes one of his most prised possessions

If his Darling has a period he might steal some...used goods

However in comparison to some of the others, he is a lot less hungry for souvenirs

Although that is really just because, unlike them, he can use his shadows to be around you whenever and as close as he pleases

Husk:

Husk would never just go into his Darling's room to steal things from them – even if the idea sounds lovely

No instead he just checks for things you leave behind

Now his job at the hotel really helps him with that

You almost exclusively talk at the bar (“Redemption Based Group Exercises” being the only real exception)

At this point he has a rather large collection of napkins that you used or doodled on

Sometimes they disgust him but then he looks at them, the little doodles (even just to test a pen) you left on some of them, all those marks of you (bonus points for lipstick stained napkins) and he just can't

The guilty feelings are even worse with a tissue you once cried it. It's just to close of a reminder of you to throw away!

Anything small that you forget at or close to the bar gets saved by him – pens, small pieces of paper, hair ties, buttons from your clothes, whatever really. If it's small and unimportant enough for you to not really miss it he is going to keep it

Nifty:

Nifty is easily the worst of them all

She is small, fast, obsession driven and the hotel's maid on top of that

What matters most to her is how close to your body her little mementos are (it's pretty much the same way in wish the catholic church determines the value of a saint's relic)

Nifty will most definitely collect hair out of your brush

Or rummage through your garbage bins

Now if somebody is going to steal used period products!

She just really doesn't value her Darling's privacy in the slightest so she has no issues going through every little crevice of your room to look for some “hidden treasures”

Although her favourite thing to do is sleep in your used bedsheets

She is going to wash them – don't worry! Simply just not without first sleeping in them herself for a bit

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Welp this is the first time in a long while that I've actually written fanfiction so I got those emotions to sort through I guess.

English is not my first language however given how arrogant I can be regarding my skills this should be well enough written. Prove reading was done by Open Office's spell checking system and my high ass.

[miss-daisy04]

skz - dirty thoughts

hey guys i hope you enjoy this! it's really shitty w/ all the members cause imma go to bed, and i don't wanna proof read, love you!

minors do not interact/read/go below lines.

warnings: sex, oral (m. and f. receiving), hickeys, toys, mean words, temp play, ice, wax, riding, car sex, public sex (?), love making, aphrodisiac, moaning, etc.

CHAN who pulls your hair back into a makeshift ponytail when you are giving him head. as he shoves his cock further into your mouth, the deep gagging noise reflects off of the back of your throat. the surprisingly lewd noises departing from you both turn him on even more. secretly, bangchan enjoys it when you slowly graze his dick with your teeth, the pleasure comes within the pain. gently grasping his balls while he cums down your throat, making you swallow every last drop. chan won't tell you, but he wants you (while he's cumming) to take his length out of your mouth and fist him while leaving hickeys down his v-line and around his thighs.

MINHO who will tie you up until you're being a good girl again. he'll only tease you until you can utter the words along the line of, "i'm sorry for being a brat," or "please i won't do it again.." the cold, tight, metal handcuffs are worn out, and he's used them a lot, but they still work as good as new (just a bit painful). minho owns multiple toys. a wooden and leather paddle, both used for harsh punishments, a silicone whip, for days he feels like it, and numerous vibrators. he has at least one in every shape and size. although sex with him is rough, aftercare is the complete opposite. since he knows beating people up/hitting people/etc. isn't as fun when receiving it, he makes sure to get your opinion particularly if you are quiet.

CHANGBIN who gains pleasure from watching you attempt to ride him. considering every time you plant yourself on his thick penis, it immediately hits your g-spot. the overstimulation mixed with his mocking words sends you into overdrive. yet, binnie won't let you get off of him until you have successfully ridden him. even if that means he's holding onto your waist for dear life, continuously bouncing you up and down. if you really wanna tease him, rock your hips back and forth, or squirm around, he can't last very long in those situations, he'll bust right away. changbin is also a BIG eye-contact person. if you can't hold eye contact, this man will sense it and make you. he finds it cute when you get embarrassed and look away.

HYUNJIN who would die to have car sex. the half-tinted back windows aren't stopping him. because we all know one thing about hyunjin, he gets what he wants exactly when he wants it. no condom, no lube, and he could go forever. one downside is that it is most likely his car and he'll have to clean it off later. his sex drive is naturally high so when he popped the question of car sex, it wasn't a marvel. the fast-paced music blasting through the speakers along with his even faster thrusts easily sends him over. the thought of people seeing you two doing the act is so devious, which is why he likes it. what if chan walked in on the two of you? what if he wanted to join? what if hyunjin said yes?

JISUNG who (i know ppl say this a lot but i can't stress it enough) gives the most godly head. this bitch could stay between there all day like your pussy is his shelter during a thunderstorm. he kisses, blows, sucks, fingers, and bites your coochie while simultaneously reaching his hands up to play with your already hard nipples (+ if you have nipple piercings). before you know it, he'll carefully slip his tongue into your cunt, already drenched in your juices and jisung's saliva, easily slipping in and out before resuming with his fingers. face-sitting this man would go CRAZY. i know his ass is gasping for air while saying he can take your weight, but in a good way cause he's too absorbed in your perfect pussy.

FELIX who would do shit with temp play. felix would take one of the ice cubes he got from the freezing dispenser, put it into his mouth, and let it thaw a little bit before he rests his on his tongue (he's laying with his back to the bed), and you sit on his face while the ice cube slowly melts on it due to the heat and pressure of your aching cunt. he has also experimented with heat play, and wax to be straightforward. it started as the shoulders and your back but slowly turned into the inner thighs and stomach. most commonly, felix will blindfold and tie you up, so you can't run away. not that you would, (not him), but he doesn't want to risk it.

SEUNGMIN who makes you play the game of "who will be the first bitch", in which you both eat aphrodisiac chocolate and see who can last the longest without touching/thinking/looking at each other. whoever wins gets to do whatever they want that night. in his favor, he usually chooses doggy style or any position that is new to him and he'd like to try out. on days he wins he rarely is the sub, since on the days you win, you put him in the place of a poor puppy disobeying its owner. a tight chain wrapped around his neck, not allowed to speak, only moan, bark, etc.. although he finds it humiliating, he is fond of the thought that you think of him as one.

JEONGIN who decides every once in a while to make love. jeongin's personality screams dom with high-pitched moans, but when he feels in the mood, he's nice for once. passionately, he'll take you into his arms and caress every curve that your body is made of. words of affirmation spilling out of his mouth. BUT, don't believe you get off just like that, he needs it too, so don't forget about him. on the flop side, jeongin's personality whispers whiny little sub. if you make love to him during that era of him, you're not making it out alive. his poor dick had been milked so much he was practically crying from overstimulation. give him the best aftercare i beg.

i hope you enjoyed it! if you did, please show admiration of my work by liking/reblogging/sharing/commenting! it really shows me how i am doing as a writer ♡

[ashwhowrites]

okay so this has been in my head forever but imagine cheerleader/rich popular reader and eddie are dating. reader is the daughter of a company ceo and wayne works at the company. wayne absolutely hates his boss because he’s rich and spoiled and his boss hates him because he doesn’t understand where he came from since he never grew up poor or whatever. let’s say one day reader and eddie decide to tell their parents about each other and reader invites eddie and wayne to come to her house for dinner and wayne and her dad are pissed bc they don’t want their kid/nephew associated with each other and like forbid them from being together but they eventually realize how much they mean to each other and like give them permission to date again. i feel like this would be so chaotic and funny but cute and wholesome at the same time

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Rich girl, poor boy

Wayne Munson was a hard-working man who didn't get credit where it was due. He started at the bottom and worked his way through every promotion. But his boss made Wayne's life hell. He kept Wayne at work later and later, giving him random tasks that weren't needed and treating him like scum. His boss was a rich old man, he was bitter and looked down on the people beneath him. Wayne was used to being the poorest man compared to others, but to be targeted because of it by his boss was his last straw. He hated that man and he hated whoever was related to him.

Wayne worked hard for himself but he also worked hard for Eddie. To provide as much as he could for his nephew. That's why he sucked it up and kept working for that twat of a boss.

~~~

"You're home very late," Eddie announced as Wayne walked through the door. The small clock above the couch read midnight as Eddie picked at the cold plate of dinner.

"Tried to wait but I was starved," Eddie said, Wayne brushed it off, heating his plate in the microwave. He waited a few seconds as it heated, grabbing a beer and taking a swig. He grabbed the warm plate and set it on the table.

"It's fine. The boss decided every car on the lot needed a tire cleaning." Wayne grumbled, stuffing his face with semi-warm food, Eddie frowned as he sat across from his uncle.

"Again? You did that last week." Eddie said he could see Wayne's body language was annoyed and exhausted.

"Didn't do good enough last time," Wayne said, rolling his eyes as he ate his first meal of the deal. Eddie watched with a heavy heart as Wayne's tired body ate as fast as he could. He knew once he finished, Wayne would go to bed and do it all over again.

"How was your day, though?" Wayne asked, he tried to keep up with Eddie's life. His parents were deadbeats and never checked up on him. Wayne wanted Eddie to have at least one parent who cared.

"Good! I took Y/N to get ice cream and we listened to new records." Eddie smiled as he recalled his day. Wayne couldn't help but smile along. Eddie had this girlfriend that he was obsessed with. She was popular and a cheerleader. Wayne almost choked on his dinner when Eddie first told him about her. He was nervous that such a popular girl was interested in Eddie, but from every story, she sounded sweet and genuine.

"When do I get to meet the unlucky girl?" Wayne joked, placing his fork on the empty plate.

"Haha," Eddie faked laughed, flipping Wayne off. "She's been asking for our families to meet, and invited us over for dinner on Friday. Think your boss will let you off at a normal time? She wants to do it around seven."

"I'll make him," Wayne promised, a pat on Eddie's head as he made his way to bed.

~~~

"I haven't worn nice clothes since you got baptized." Wayne chuckled, buttoning up his last button, then tucking his shirt into his jeans.

"I'm baptized?" Eddie laughed, also tucking his button-up into his jeans.

"Oh yeah, your mom did it for your grandma before she died. Are you ready?" Wayne asked, grabbing the keys.

~~~

"Eddie!" Y/N cheered, her arms wrapped around him as she snuggled into his neck. She soaked in his warmth for a second before she pulled away. Her eyes were on the older man next to Eddie. She smiled and brought him into a hug as well.

"Oh!" Wayne chuckled, hugging her back softly.

"Eddie talks about you all the time. Nice to see the man that inspires him." Y/N said as she pulled away. Wayne smiled back at her kindness. She had a sweet voice and a bright smile. He could easily see why Eddie fell so fast.

"Nice to meet the girl Eddie constantly talks about. I see he was right about how beautiful you are." Wayne smiled, and Y/N felt herself blush as she looked at Eddie. Her was art warm when he talked about her and believed she was beautiful.

"Well, I'll lead you to the dining room!" She said. Her black dress swayed at the bottom as she turned around. Her heels clicked on the marble floor as the boys followed behind her. Wayne tried to not let his jaw drop as he took in the huge house. The chandelier on the ceiling, the velvet furniture, the plants, and wall art. She came from money, and she came from lots of money.

Eddie was in awe of her house. He didn't think these houses were real. It looked like a scene from a movie. He knew she was rich, but he didn't know she was that rich. She didn't act spoiled, she was humble and even had a part-time job. She wasn't a snob, Eddie wouldn't have guessed she came from this much money based on how she acted.

"Daddy, this is Eddie! My boyfriend, and his uncle, Wayne!" Y/N held Eddie's hand as she introduced them to her dad. Her dad stood up from the table, his eyes settled on the younger man next to his daughter. Then they moved to the older man next to him.

"Son of a bitch." Wayne muttered to himself. Eddie quickly looked at him with confusion. Y/N looked between her dad and Wayne. Not understand why the air got so thick.

"You didn't tell me you were dating a Munson boy." Her dad sneered. Y/N didn't like the way he said Munson like it was a curse.

"Well he didn't mention he was dating a Y/L/N" Wayne growled back. Both men racing their chins higher and higher.

"Away from that boy now!" Her dad said, walking over to yank her arm. Y/N gasped as her grip lost Eddie's.

"Daddy!" She hissed, she couldn't believe his behavior. "What is the problem?"

"That man is a shame excuse of a man. He is scum at the bottom of the earth and you will not be dating no family member of his." He demanded, Y/N felt panic in her chest. Worriedly looking at Eddie.

"Sir, please just give us a chance. I'm not sure how you know Wayne, but he isn't scum! And neither am I. I love your daughter and I know I can take care of her." Eddie tried.

"Not. He works for me! I know exactly how much of a pathetic man he is. How can you take care of her when you are poor, Eddie? My baby girl doesn't belong in a tiny trailer."

"Stop it! You are being so rude." Y/N said, yanking her arm from her dad's grip. She stood productively in front of Eddie. "Eddie is a very nice boy and I love him. How much money he's got has nothing to do with anything."

"You are not dating him. That's an order."

"You can't tell me what to do! We don't need your support." Y/N snapped, her eyes angry as she stared down her dad.

"We have Wayne's and that's all we need," Eddie said, his hand reaching out to grasp hers softly.

"Eddie, you break up this relationship right now," Wayne said Eddie's eyes were huge as he turned around to look at his uncle. Shock is written all over his face.

Y/N's dad smiled as Wayne agreed. Maybe they could have this one small thing in common.

"Wayne!" Eddie exclaimed. He couldn't believe Wayne would suggest that. Y/N felt her heart crack as she turned to look at Wayne.

"Eddie, that man is evil. He is a snob, rude, and will forever look down on the people below him. I'm sure the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. You are getting out while you still can. You are not dating a spoiled brat." Wayne spat out.

"Wayne!" Eddie scolded, he couldn't believe Wayne would speak so poorly of Y/N, he barely gave her a chance. In the same way, Dad barely gave Eddie the chance.

"Wayne, please. I know my dad is a boss man but I would never look down on you or Eddie. I'm so sorry for his behavior, but please I love Eddie. Don't do this." Y/N begged. She knew her dad was a loss cause, she needed Wayne to be on their side.

"It's Mr. Munson, Eddie we are leaving. Say goodbye and meet me in the car." Wayne spat, he turned around and walked out the door.

"Break up with the boy or Wayne is fired. You will not be talked about like that. He disrespected my daughter in my house!" Her dad threatened, his arms crossed as he looked down at the couple. He ignored the pain in his daughter's eyes but enjoyed the fear in Eddie's.

"Eds." Y/N whimpered, her eyes watery as the world crashed at their feet. She didn't want to lose him.

"Y/N, I gave an order. I want him out of my house and out of your life." Her dad said before he left the room.

"What do we do?" Eddie asked

"We have to break up." Y/N choked out, her eyes watered and her throat burned.

"Baby no! We'll make your dad change his mind! I'll make him, I promise!" Eddie panicked.

"I'm sorry. That job is all you guys have. I can't be the reason he gets fired, he'll hate me even more." Y/N couldn't live with that guilt. "I'm sorry." Y/N whimpered, sobs making its way out of her mouth. She covered her cries with her hands.

"He doesn't hate you! I'll make him change his mind and give you a chance!"

"Eddie, it's me or the job. Wayne would never accept us if it cost him his job, his income, and his source to support you. But soon I'll have money saved to move out, we will graduate and we can be together. Just wait for me?" She cried.

"Yes," Eddie said with no hesitation. He'd wait years for her.

"I love you," Eddie whispered, leaning down to softly kiss her goodbye. He felt his heart sink as he tasted her salty tears.

"I love you." She whispered. She watched as he walked out the door.

Eddie tried to hold back his sobs as he got in the car. He didn't look at Wayne the whole drive. The betrayal in Eddie's heart was the worst pain he'd ever felt. Out of everyone in the world, he thought Wayne would always have his back.

The car ride was silent, a few blocks away from home when Wayne finally spoke up.

"Look, I know you-" Wayne tried

"No! You don't know. I can't believe you would talk to her that way. You disrespected my girlfriend right to her face. She has done nothing to you. It's her fucking dad! Yeah, I get that. But you did not need to treat her like that." Eddie snapped.

"Eddie, you are too young to understand. But she will turn out just like him. She'll be selfish and think she's above you. You'll thank me in the end." Wayne said.

"You don't know her. You don't know anything about her." Eddie argued. "She's nothing like him. She is sweet, kind, and would do anything for the people she loves."

Wayne laughed and shook his head. "She has you fooled." The car came to a stop as they pulled up to their trailer.

"Make sure you send her a thank you card for saving your ass from being fired." Eddie snapped as he slammed the car door. He raced into the trailer and locked himself in his room.

~~~

Y/N knew she'd never forgive her dad for what he did. She'd never forgive him for making her break it off with Eddie. She'd never forgive him for not letting her be happy. Her mom tried to make everyone civil, but dinners were silent. Y/N refused to speak or look at her dad.

"How was school?" Her mom asked, slicing her steak.

"Fine," Y/N muttered. She picked at her plate, not much of an appetite. The breakup with Eddie was the most painful thing she's ever experienced. It's been days of silence. Days of longing look from across the classroom. Days of crying in her room when all she wanted to do was be in Eddie's arms.

"Did you talk to that boy?" Her dad asked, his eyes squinting at her over his newspaper.

"No."

"Good girl."

~~~

Wayne sighed as he walked into the trailer, complete silence. It's been days of Eddie locked up in his room. He only left for school, then right back into his bedroom.

"Did you eat?" Wayne asked as he knocked on the door.

"No," Eddie said through the door.

Wayne ordered pizza, sitting on the couch as his nephew stayed locked in his room. Wayne was conflicted, he knew Eddie liked Y/N and that the breakup was hard. But Wayne couldn't help but like the relief of his boss' attitude towards him. It was like banning Eddie from seeing his daughter was a win. He let Wayne go home at normal times and didn't give random tasks.

In the end, it worked out for Wayne, but was it worth it if his nephew had to suffer?

Eddie came out when the pizza arrived. He stacked up a paper plate and went to walk back into his room.

"Can we talk for a second?" Wayne asked, Eddie sighed but sat down.

"I know you're hurting. I know these past few weeks have been hard for you. I can see my actions have hurt you. It's hard for me to admit, but I was wrong. I spent years trying to get you to smile and enjoy life. Ever since I took you in, there was this light missing in your eyes. I took you to parks, bowling, and arcades, and yet you never smiled. You grew up and still, that light wasn't there. You never enjoyed living. Then you met her. And one day, I saw that light in your eyes. I see that smile when you talk about her. I'm sorry I took that away from you, Eds." Wayne said, choking slightly as he felt tears falling down his face. "I'm so sorry. I want that light back in your eyes. I want you to have something to live for."

Eddie choked back his cries as he watched Wayne break down.

"She makes me happy, Uncle Wayne," Eddie whispered, biting his lip harshly as he felt sobs making their way into his throat.

"You have my blessing. Get her back." Wayne said, he reached out and rubbed Eddie's hand softly.

"It means a lot. But she broke it off so you could keep your job. Her dad threatened to fire you. She'll never do that to you." Eddie said, "But thank you."

Wayne watched as he got up and went back into his room.

He knew what he had to do to make it up to his nephew.

~~~

"Sir, can I come in?" Wayne asked as he knocked on his boss's door.

"Yes." His boss sat at his big desk, his hands under his chin as he waited for Wayne to speak.

"I quit," Wayne said, folding his uniform and placing it on the desk.

"Excuse me?" His boss scoffed.

"Eddie or the job, right? Your daughter and I have something in common. We both love that boy and it's time he gets picked. I pick Eddie. I'm accepting your daughter, because of the way she brightens up my boy's world. If you can't see he does the same for her, then maybe you don't love her the way you should." Wayne said, not waiting for a response as he left the office.

~~~

Eddie was doing homework in the kitchen when Wayne walked in.

"It's like three? How did you get off that early?" Eddie chuckled.

"I quit."

"WHAT?" Eddie yelled, standing up from his chair.

"He can't fire me if I don't work for him," Wayne smirked.

"But Wayne! We need the money."

"I'll get a job somewhere else. You are more important than any job. I'm sorry I stood in the way of your relationship, but now there won't be any consequences."

"Thank you." Eddie smiled, tears in his eyes as he pulled Wayne into a tight hug. Wayne smiled as a few tears left his eyes. That smile was back.

And so was she

~~~

"CHEATER!" Y/N screamed, her accusing fingers pointed to Eddie as he tried to tuck cards under his plate.

"AM NOT!" he yelled back. His hand crumbled up another card he tried to hide. His girlfriend's eyes were watching his every move.

"WAYNE!" she yelled, the older man got off the couch and walked to the table. The board game is on the table, dice everywhere, and a mess of cards.

"Check his hand." She said a smile on her face. She knew Eddie was about to be caught.

"Wayne! Who are you gonna believe? Me or her?" Eddie gasped

"Your girlfriend." Wayne laughed, easily tackling Eddie to the floor as he tried to get the card out of his hand.

"GOT IT!" Wayne cheered, snatching the crumbled card. He held out his hand and yanked Eddie to his feet. Then placed the card in Y/N's hand.

"I knew it!" She said, slamming down the card she needed to win.

"Thank you, Uncle Wayne." She laughed as she high-fived him.

"He always cheats," Wayne whispered, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "Now I'm off to bed. Try not to be too loud. Big day tomorrow!"

"Good luck at the job interview," Y/N said, Wayne thanked her as he shut his bedroom door.

He smiled as he crawled into bed, the sound of Eddie's laughter and Y/N's screams filled the trailer.

Now the sound of that was worth quitting a job for.

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Panic! At the DA's Office

Casey Novak x fem!reader Warnings: suicidal ideation, mental health struggle, anxiety/depression, panic attack, established relationship, fluff forever, some explicit language Word count: 2k

Summary: You're supposed to be meeting your girlfriend, Casey, for lunch, but prepping for the bar exam has you in an anxious spiral. You try to hide it, but it's hard to pretend you're okay when you're with Casey.

You stood on the subway platform, greasy Shake Shack takeout bags tucked under your arm. You'd told Casey you'd bring her lunch, and you were a woman of your word. Even though the bar exam was two weeks away. Even though you'd written so many practice essays you'd had to get a wrist splint for the cramps. Even though you were practically drowning in information about constitutional law, civil procedure, torts, contracts. You were exhausted from studying, and it felt like it was all for nothing. The more you studied, the more things seemed to get jumbled up in your mind. The more you'd stare at the page and the words would stare back, shifting and writhing until they meant nothing.

With each practice test, you felt less confident. As the day of the exam got closer and closer, your anxiety grew and grew. And you were so good at hiding it. You had to be good at it, or else how would you go on? How would the world keep on spinning, and you with it? Sometimes you wished it wouldn't. Not forever, not for always. You just wished that, for a little while, everything would stop. That just for a little while, no one would need or expect anything from you and you could just be. Or not be, maybe.

As you stood on the platform, waiting for the subway that would take you to the DA's office and your girlfriend you thought, briefly–as you sometimes did at your lowest–how easy it would be to jump. It would be so easy, so fast. But you had the warm food in your hands. You had Casey's milkshake. She loved milkshakes. And she would be so sad. It was always the thought of Casey's heartbreak that stopped you. Or imagining your dad crying. Imagining your parents having to tell your siblings what had happened.

You felt the rush of the subway as it sped past you and exhaled deeply. The moment was over. At least for now. You took a seat and did your best to steel yourself to see Casey. She was excellent at reading you, and you needed to be unreadable today. The last thing you wanted to do was worry her.

You walked the last bit of your journey in the freezing cold, appreciating the way the wind stung your eyes. It brought you out of yourself.

You saw Casey through the window before she saw you, and your heart surged. Just seeing her made you feel better. Not all the way better, but at least a little better. You knocked at her open door, and the look on her face when she saw you made your heart soar.

"Y/N!" she called, waving you in and shutting a notebook.

You were quiet. You didn't trust yourself to speak, afraid you might start crying. The downside of feeling so safe with Casey was that your usual ability to wall up your emotions was significantly impaired with her. You leaned down to kiss her quickly, and she wrapped her arms around your waist, burying her face in your chest.

"This case is killing me," she said as you pulled up a chair, divvying up the food. "I mean, the evidence they've given me is absolute shit. It's always fucking Stabler jumping the gun, and now I have to clean it up. Typical white man. So I think I'm gonna try..."

You let Casey ramble, grateful to hear her voice, to hear about her day, to have the excuse of food in your mouth to simply nod absentmindedly. But you couldn't manage to eat much, mostly pushing ketchup around with your fries and trying to white-knuckle through the panic rising in your chest. Your heart pumped faster and faster, and you were trying so hard to breathe normally, even though you felt like you were suffocating.

"Y/N?" Casey said, snapping you out of it.

"What?" Your voice was shaky, and you avoided her eyes. If she saw your eyes, she'd know.

"I just asked how bar prep was going..." She looked you over, furrowing her eyebrows. "Are you okay?"

You needed to breathe before you could speak, but when you opened your mouth to try, your breath hitched, hiccuping and separating into hyperventilation.

"Y– yes," you replied, clearly not okay, as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and your breath came in short gasps. It was as if all the anxiety of the last few days, all you'd bottled up and kept at bay, had come flooding in all at once, knocking the air out of you.

"Okay, well, that's obviously a lie," Casey observed, standing quickly to close the blinds and lock the door. She sighed as she sat back down, mentally beating herself up for not noticing that something was off when you came in.

"Come here, honey." She pulled your chair toward her, grabbing your clenched fists in her hands and forcing them flat.

You were rocking and hyperventilating at this point. Your heartbeat was so fast and loud it was almost all you could hear. If you hadn't had panic attacks before, you would have thought you were dying. You knew better: you were dying, but only on the inside.

Casey pressed her forehead to yours and breathed slowly, in and out, in and out.

"Breathe with me, sweetheart, come on," she said softly.

"I– I c-can't."

"Yes, you can, honey. Come on."

You took a big, shaky breath and let it out, coughing.

"That's it, baby, that's it. Just keep going. Just breathe."

After what felt like an eternity, your heartbeat started to slow. You paired your breathing with Casey's, shaking slightly. She ran her thumbs over your knuckles in rhythm with your breath, and you felt an icy calm settle over you, the same calm that comes after an adrenaline rush, all that hot terror seeping away.

You exhaled and lifted your head a bit, avoiding Casey's eyes.

"Sorry."

She shook her head, fixing your hair and wiping away that tears that lingered on the bottoms of your eyelids.

"Don't be sorry."

But you were. You were so sorry. Your panic attack might have subsided, but the sense of being a burden had only increased. You wanted to sit on Casey's lap. You wanted her arms around you. You wanted her to tell you that she loved you, that she needed you, that you weren't too much for her. But all of that felt like too much to ask for, so you just sat, arms wrapped around yourself.

"Will you tell me what's going on?" Casey asked gently.

You felt more tears coming and dashed them away.

"It's just everything," you said, the words spilling out in a flood. "I'm doing terrible on the practice exams, Casey. Terrible. I'm gonna fail the fucking bar exam, and then what!? What was it all even for? I just can't do it! I can't! Every time I sit down to study I feel like I'm gonna die, and I can't start because I'm too anxious, but then I don't study and I just get more anxious. I'm just– I'm not good enough!"

Your voice broke, and Casey's heart broke with it.

"I'm not good enough for you, and I– I don't want to do this. It's not worth it, I'm not worth it." You grasped your hair and groaned. "Sometimes I wish I wasn't even here. Today I even thought about jumping in front of the fucking subway. I'd never do it," you added, noticing Casey's alarm. "But it just... feels like it'd be easier for everyone, including me, if I wasn't around."

Your head was in your hands. You couldn't see it, but Casey looked devastated, her heart surging for you. She grabbed you up and pulled your body into hers until you were on her lap, her arms wrapped tightly around you.

"Oh, honey," she breathed, pressing her face into yours. "Please don't say things like that. Do you know how empty life would be if you weren't here?"

You shrugged your shoulders, sniffling

"Who would bring me milkshakes?"

You giggled.

"Who would sing loud with me in the car, huh? Who would make laugh so hard I snort?"

You smiled, moments with Casey flashing through your mind, some of the happiest moments of your life.

"Who would make me feel loved and safe and proud, if you weren't here?"

"Somebody would," you argued.

She cupped your face and looked you hard in the eyes. "No. Not like you do."

"You're just saying that."

"I'm not. I don't just say things, you know that," Casey reprimanded you. She placed small, warm kisses on your cheek, your forehead, your eyelids, the corner of your mouth, until you were laughing and squinting.

"You," she continued, "are generous and brave and kind and funny and sweet and so, so beautiful. And the world would be a lot darker without you in it."

Your chest buzzed with warmth, like stepping outside on an unexpectedly sunny day or coming downstairs on Christmas morning.

"I don't know about that," you protested, but Casey had successfully beaten back your blues. And she could tell.

"Well, my world would be anyway," she chuckled.

You placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth before returning to your seat, reaching for a french fry.

"Now you're hungry," Casey said, rolling her eyes.

You glanced at the clock. "I thought you had a meeting?"

"I do."

You froze, but Casey was quick to reassure you.

"It's okay! Not a big deal for me to be a few minutes late, I promise."

You relaxed, taking a sip of Casey's milkshake. She snatched the cup back.

"I thought I told you to get your own milkshake."

"Well, I just wanted a little bit!" you whined.

"That's what you always say, and you always drink half of mine."

You flashed her your most charming smile, and she sighed, handing you the cup. You tried not to look too smug as you sipped.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" you said, dripping with sarcasm. "Probably can't take a milkshake to your fancy lawyer meeting."

"I do have somewhere to be, but I need you to do something for me before I go."

"Oh." You sat up a little straighter. "Okay. What?"

"I need you to call your therapist," she stated, staring at you pointedly.

"Case, I'm fi–"

"No, you're not," she cut you off. "If you're having thoughts like you said you were, you need to talk to her."

You sighed and nodded. "Okay. I'll call."

Casey didn't budge.

"Casey," you needled. "You can go. I will call."

She shrugged her shoulders and leaned back in her chair, stance wide, looking like a hot Wall Street businessman in her work suit. She could make you do anything when she looked like that, and she knew it.

"Fine." You picked up your phone, scrolled through the contacts, and found your therapist, flipping the screen around to show Casey the contact info before pressing the call button.

"Speaker," Casey commanded.

"You're fucking bossy, you know that?"

Your therapist didn't pick up–probably in a session–but you left a message.

"Hey, Carla, this is Y/N. Just kind of having a rough day... slash week slash time in general, and I was wondering if you could squeeze me in maybe earlier than my session next week? Like maybe..."

"TODAY," Casey whispered aggressively.

"...even today or tomorrow if you've got anything open. Thanks, bye."

You rolled your eyes. "Happy now?"

"Mmhm." Casey stood, picked up her briefcase, and bent to kiss you on the head. "I gotta run, but let me know what your therapist says, okay?"

"Okay," you agreed, suddenly feeling embarrassed again.

"Hey," she said, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at her. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

She planted a firm kiss on your lips before opening the door.

"You can stay in here and work if you want. When I come back, we can work together."

"Okay," you said, already feeling better about an afternoon of studying. If Casey was there, it couldn't be too bad.

"I love you so much I'll even let you have the rest of my milkshake," she called back as she walked down the hallway.

You shook your head and took a sip, feeling better than you had in weeks.

[poppadom0912]

Hey! If you're taking requests; I have a Jay Halstead request. Jay and his wife(the reader) has been married for 5 years and they have a little girl of 2 years old.

The little girl falls ill and they give her medicine excepting it to be a cold/fever and this continues for like 2 days. Then Will comes over for dinner and the little girl is really sick and is crying and really feels bad. Will quickly gives her a quick check up and instructs Jay and the reader to take her to Med. She is diagnosed with some type of sickness.

I really hope you can write this for me. Love your writing and keep up the great work❤️

Warnings: Sickness, hospitals, crying toddlers.

A/N: Thank you so much!! I kinda reached a slump halfway through writing this but hope this is up to your standards <3

*****

Amelia was everything to you and Jay. You thought you knew contentment after getting married to the love of your life but then you had your baby girl and life completely changed. 

It was moments like this, cuddled in your husbands embrace, both of you watching her giggle to her hearts content over her toys on the carpet that you would forever cherish and never let go of. 

Everything had been perfect till she started slowing down so you automatically assumed she was starting to fall asleep considering it was nearing her bedtime but then she did something completely unexpected. She threw up on the carpet. 

Her throwing up was so sudden and threw both of you off guard but you both immediately got into action. Both of you rushed towards her and with few words exchanged, you both shuffled around to get everything sorted out. 

What felt like hours later but was only thirty minutes, Amelia was fast asleep in your bed, and you were helping Jay clean the mess on the carpet. 

Sleep was hard that night, but it only got harder as Amelia's condition progressed. 

Following her vomiting, she hadn't done so again but she did contract a fever that was never-ending and forever at its peak where it sat too comfortably. 

For the next two days, Amelia remained sluggish and stiff, her energy levels so low that she had to be carried around at all times. It was tiring and when you called to make a doctor’s appointment, the nearest one was in another two days. 

You weren't going to wait any longer, so Jay called Will. 

When your brother-in-law walked through the front door, you felt instant relief knowing you'd finally get some help, some answers as to what was wrong with your baby. 

Dinner was still in the oven while all four of you occupied the living room. Jay sat on the sofa with Amelia slumped in his lap, Will crouched in front of them with his doctor's bag on standby just in case and you stood not too far so watch over the three Halstead's. 

"So, no more vomiting?" Will asked the usual routing questions any doctor would, his hand fiddling with the thermometer and holding back a wince when his niece became fussy, not wanting the stick anywhere near her. 

"Yeah, just the fever and zero energy." Jay answered his older brother, his eyebrows furrowed in concern for his sick daughter. He had so many questions that he needed answers for, and he prayed Will could give them. 

Will then went on to check her reflexes and listen to her breathing with his stethoscope when all of a sudden, his hand paused mid-air causing your heartbeat to drop into your stomach. 

"What? What's wrong?" You and Jay said at the same time. Will was always so calm and collected that such miniscule movements were a cause for concern. 

"You guys never noticed these spots?" 

The world around you started fading away as Amelia became your sole focus. You moved forward, crouching down besides Will and looking at your daughter's torso that was absolutely littered in little red spots. 

"They weren't there this morning when I changed her." You answered, thinking hard back to what happened this morning. You felt sick- you hadn't been a good mother- had you just been better and consistently checked her then-

"Okay, that's totally fine." Will nodded, taking off his stethoscope and packing his bits away into his bag. "I don't want to scare you, but we should go to Med."

"Med?! Will, what the hell?!" Jay exclaimed but immediately calmed down when Amelia whimpered in his arms. 

“Listen, if it’s what I think it is, then going to Med is the best-case scenario, trust me.” Will reasoned with Jay, looking him in the eye with an emotion he only reserved for his younger brother.

In a flurry of movements, you wrapped Amelia in her jacket and a blanket to keep her extra warm, your own coats clumsily chucked on as you followed Will out the house, a sense of doom following not too far behind. 

*****

As soon as you got to Med, Will directed you three to an empty treatment room straight away, leaving for a few minutes with a promise to grab a paediatrician. 

Now it was you holding your daughter, sitting on the hospital bed with Jay standing by his girls’ side, his hand gently stroking Amelia’s hair as her eyes fluttered close, her head stuffed into the crook of your neck, breaths tickling your skin. 

“What if she’s really sick Jay?” You asked your husband the question that had been on the tip of your tongue for the last twenty minutes. “What do we do?”

Jay swallowed harshly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as the nerves became apparent on his face, something very rare for the detective. 

“We just have to be strong for her.” Jay tried supplying you with an answer but found himself struggling. 

Before either of you could say anything more, Will opened the curtains and walked in with Dylan, a man both you and Jay knew and trusted. 

“Hey, how you lot holding up?” Dylan asked while he pulled his gloves on, your answers were only filled with nerves though. 

“Alright, let’s look at you Miss Amelia.” 

It was no wonder why Dylan was such a good doctor. He easily talked and handle children, you felt yourself calm down a little seeing how he treated Amelia so gently. 

“Now, I know this seems scary, but we’ll take some blood and some scans just to confirm Will’s prognosis.” Dylan said, nodding at Will who was already ordering all the necessary tests. 

Before you could ask, Dylan was already answering. “It looks like meningitis but luckily for you, if it is then we caught it early and we can treat it.”

And just like that, your shoulders slumped in relief knowing that your mistakes hadn’t done anything detrimental to your baby’s life. If it wasn’t for the upcoming tests, then you probably would’ve cried. 

Eventually, when the two doctors came back, with both bad but good news, it was difficult to categorise your emotions. 

Yes, your baby girl was expected to make a full recovery but for the meantime, she’ll be in pain, and she’ll be subjected to several needles, scans and medicine bags. 

It was definitely going to be hard to watch her go through all of this and you were completely useless, not being to help with anything but with Jay by your side, he alleviated the heaviness in your chest, squeezing your hand as he shared your pain. 

Maybe, just maybe everything would be alright. When it was just the three of you against the world, the skies were the limit, and nothing was impossible. 

[causenessus]

new grounds

part 0.7. OFF TO WAR . . . 1.7.2024

PLAYING IN THE CAFE . . . how was your day? by mellow fellow & clairo

she slings off her bag, hanging it on a wall hook before she goes out to wash her hands. she’s tempted to splash her face with cold water too but then she’d just look like more of a mess. it was a struggle to even walk here, and it did nothing to wake her up.

she wishes she could be laying in her bed, or wrapped in a blanket on the couch next to keiji like they had originally planned for today, but this is for yachi, she reminds herself. at least one of them will be enjoying themselves today. 

kageyama arrived a little earlier than her and is currently taking an order from a customer. she overhears something about a matcha latte and starts on it ahead of time. a warm drink sounds nice right now, she’ll make one for herself afterwards.

once the customer is done paying, kageyama turns around and looks startled to see her already making the order, or perhaps it’s because she’s currently zoning out as she slowly whisks the powder.

he takes the milk she steamed in a pitcher out of the steam wand, mumbling a thank you as he works next to her.

that’s new. but she’s not complaining, it brings her back to reality and she hums in response, pouring the matcha into a mug he placed on the counter before he pours in the milk. he steps away to place the drink on the counter and call it out while she gets started on a chai for herself.

by the time he returns, she's standing with her back against the counter, sipping on her own drink and staring off again.

he stops, unsure what to do with himself. the place is almost empty, and there’s nothing for them to do. this is the time to talk to her, and he knows what his friends would say in this moment.

he opts for leaning against the counter like her, leaving space between them. “how come you picked up today? you sound like you’ve been absolutely exhausted lately,” he asks. he knows a little bit about why, but he wants to hear it from her.

she takes a moment to respond and he almost thinks she’s not going to. he can feel his neck start to warm as he waits patiently, “i am exhausted, god…and it’s not even over. i’m in the middle of rehearsals everyday monday through saturday, but yachi needed someone to cover her today so she could go to some art thing and i wanted her to go. she’s been wanting this forever.” she doesn't speak with the nicest tone, but it's the one her mind defaulted to, unsure if it should be on the defense or not.

he doesn't know what to say next. he didn't think that far. he was so focused on just starting to talk to her. he tries to let the words come naturally, “she should have just called off then. i could have handled today by myself.” it comes off a little bit more egoistic than he meant and he kicks himself. “just so that you could have taken off today, too.”

she blinks, looking a little surprised but a small smile makes it way onto her face, “that's sweet. i did actually think of doing that, you know, but i didn't want to leave you alone.”

he wants her to elaborate. it feels like there’s an underlying meaning to her words. but she says nothing else yet it still makes his face warm a little more. he's saved by the bell chime of the door and returns back to the register.

it's slow inside the cafe, but she spends her time wiping down counters and cleaning equipment and miraculously the night goes by quicker than she expected. it's time for them to close before she knows it, but she's more than happy to lock the door.

as she clocks out, kageyama comes out of the staff room with his bag. she makes a comment while he waits, “that night went by fast, didn't it?”

she sees his head slightly tilt out of the corner of her eye, “maybe for you, you fell asleep.”

her heart almost drops into her stomach and she turns towards him in shock, “what? when? did you wake me up?” her face is red in embarrassment.

“you went back to grab something from the back and i came back there and you had fallen asleep on the ladder,” he answers, as calm as ever.

she covers her face with both of her hands, “oh my god i don't even remember that at all.”

he smiles instinctually when she covers her face. maybe he's on the verge of laughing or maybe she looks cute. 

the thought reverberates through his head but he tries to brush off how shocked he is at himself, “it's fine. like i said, i can handle today. you're tired anyway.”

“i still can't help but feel bad, though,” she mumbles, turning back to the tablet she's at to finish clocking out.

“it's okay, will you get home alright though?” he asks, absent-mindedly watching the screen she's using.

she doesn't respond and he looks at her. her eyes are closed again before a second later they open and she rubs a hand across her face. she finishes clocking out before she looks at him and steps to the side, seeming to remember where she is.

“sorry, did you say something?” she responds and that settles it.

“i'm walking you home,” he says, using the screen to clock himself out. he has no idea where this confidence is coming from. on the inside he feels more nervous than he ever has before. his hands are shaking and he can feel his heart beating rapidly. it takes everything in him not to look at her for a reaction.

“what? you don't have to do that. i'm fine,” her gaze is locked on him, staring at the side of his face while he concentrates on what’s in front of him.

“you just fell asleep again,” he says, talking as if the matter has already been decided.

she feels so out of it, maybe it has been settled for her already and maybe that's best for her. “i…”

“i know you're capable of taking care of yourself but it's because you're so unaware of everything around you right now,” he turns off the tablet, walking towards her and stopping in front of her.

she looks up at him and her head is spinning. her legs feel like they want to give out and she has no idea what's overcome her, “okay.”

they leave in silence, making sure the door of the cafe is locked behind them, but it's better that way.

both of them are swimming in their thoughts, though it feels better being with each other. she's glad he's there because he's right, she doesn't even notice a person behind them trying to get by. he has to tug her in front of him so that they can pass by.

her dorm is a short distance away from the cafe and they reach it soon enough. he walks her inside, making sure she gets to her actual room before he stops.

“thank you for walking me back,” she mumbles, eyes averted towards the floor.

“yeah.” his hands are stuffed in his pocket and he's looking at the beige wall next to him. he's stiff, all of his confidence left behind on the walk here. 

then before he knows it her door is creaking open and she's waving at him before she closes the door.

he stays there for a second longer, the only sound being the faint buzzing from a fluorescent light above. he doesn't know why he's still standing here. did he expect anything else to happen?

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extras <3

y/n also stayed on her side of the door, just standing there and thinking until hearing kageyama walk away shook her out of it

y/n and keiji's movie night got cancelled so instead bo and keiji had one

it was mainly a disney movie marathon and they didn't even finish coco. bo started crying like halfway through and it was already late by that time

tangled is their favorite movie

bo wanted to make an aesthetic tweet so they stole candles from yn and yachi's dorm and then he waited for the lantern scene to take a picture <3

y/n needed more napkins and almost fell asleep in the cooler too until she realized she was in the wrong place

kageyama wanted to wake her up but at the same time if she just fell asleep on a ladder he thought she must have been really tired

y/n started vague tweeting on her main because she needed to get her feelings out to more than three people and told herself "i'll just delete them in the morning" not thinking about what she was tweeting or who would really see it

kageyama did not even realize yachi passed him in the hallway

again, the freeloaders take their bets very seriously and hinata had so much hope in kageyama he also decided he was going to drop out of anatomy and phys. if things went well for kags

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[its-time-to-write]

hello! only if you’re comfortable with writing it of course, could i request a fic where the reader has a really bad day at work and jamie comes over with snacks to watch movies and stuff while giving the reader reassurance?🫶

no pressure ofc!!

-xx<3

Plot? We don’t know her. Thanks for requesting! This helped me put of my slump a little

send for me

“Argh!” You slam the door to your flat in frustration and throw your bag on the floor so hard it bounces. It’s been an absolute shit day. Everything that could possibly have gone wrong, went wrong, and somehow it became your responsibility to fix it. It was like one of those dreams where you can never get where you’re going no matter how fast you run. You always seem to end up going backwards.

But now you’re home and you’re free to scream to the void in peace. You trudge to your room and flop facedown on your bed, shoes and clothes still on, resolving not to move until the sun comes up.

You’re there for maybe ten seconds when your stomach grumbles. Shit.

You groan and roll over. You should probably eat something. Hopefully there are good leftovers in the fridge because you are absolutely not cooking. You remember that you just cleaned everything out yesterday and you’re pretty sure that nothing could make this day worse. 

You pull out your phone to order takeout and see you have a missed text from one Jamie Tartt. 

Double shit.

With the way today’s going, it’s probably a breakup text.

(It’s not, you’re just dramatic.)

What it actually says is, Hey love, how was ur day? ;)

You smile ever so slightly, despite yourself.

You reply with a singular: shitty to which Jamie says, be over in 20.

—

You hear the key turn in your door almost exactly twenty minutes later, and you have not moved from the bed. 

That’s actually not true, you moved once to roll back over onto your stomach.

You can hear Jamie moving around in the kitchen before coming into the bedroom.

You hear his footsteps stop at the foot of your bed. 

“Babe,” he says.

You grunt in response.

“Have you been here the whole fucking time?”

“Jamie Tartt,” you say, face still pressed into your pillow, “you better wipe that goddamn smile off your face before I flip over.”

“How’d you even know I was smiling?” he says defensively, and you don’t need to look at him to know that he still is. You roll over to face him.

Jamie makes what he calls his “empathy face.”

“Aw, babe,” he says. “You didn’t even change out of your work clothes?”

You shake your head, making no effort to get up.

Jamie shakes his head back at you and then, without warning, flops on top of you.

“Jamie!” you shriek, “get off!”

You try to shove him off you, but you swear he wills himself to be heavier.

“Nope,” he says, voice muffled due to the fact that his head is in the crook of your neck.

You wiggle a few times, then give up, succumbing to giggles. Jamie pushes himself up a little bit and grins.

“There it is!” he says. “Fucking best part of me day.” He’s getting up just as fast as he laid down. “Let’s get you into some pajamas, yeah?”

You sit up and let Jamie take off your work clothes and maneuver you into an old t-shirt and sweatpants. He’s been over enough times that he knows where everything is. He can’t resist making a comment about your semi-naked body, one that makes you blush and smack him, while he sticks his tongue out at you. The only way to get rid of that cocky look is to kiss it off his face, so you do. You’re kissing him and he’s sliding his hands up your shirt so you move to take it off but he grabs your hands and says, “Oi!”

You still. “What?”

“Took me forever to get you out of bed, I’ll get you back in it but I brought food. It’s in the kitchen and it’s gettin’ cold.”

You squint at him. “Fine. But after that you’re going to fuck me so good that I’m going to completely forget this fucking awful day.”

Jamie gives you a small salute and says, “Yes boss,” before hauling you over his shoulder and into the kitchen.

—

You’re halfway through the pizza he brought when you say, “Should you be eating this?”

He shrugs. “Dunno. What Roy don’t know won’t kill him.”

You laugh and lapse back into silence.

You both have a few more bites when Jamie asks, “D’you want to talk about it?”

You glare at the slice you’re holding. “No. Yes. I don’t know.”

Jamie waits expectantly.

“It just fucking sucked,” you say frankly. “Everything went wrong. I had to deal with it. I didn’t get anything done that I needed to, and I’m pretty sure that I’m going to get in trouble for it tomorrow. And I hate that shit. None of it was my fault but fucking Matt from HR is going to tell everyone that it was because he fucking hates me.”

Jamie nods. “Fuck Matt from HR,” he says. 

You shrug. “I just want to, I don’t know, reset my fucking heart rate to a normal pace. It’s all batshit crazy because I’m so stressed. And tired. And I’ve sworn more today than I have in my entire fucking life.”

Jamie laughs at that. “Gonna give Roy a run for his money, ey?” he asks.

“I’ve been thinking about letting my eyebrows go,” you say seriously. “Go for the full look.”

“One’s enough, babe.” Jamie shudders. “Hey, when you’re done, we’re gonna watch a movie.”

You open your mouth to protest but he shushes you. “Don’t want to hear it, this is your one opportunity to make me watch a movie of your choice, no complaints.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Fine, some complaints.”

—

You picked Jamie’s season of Lust Conquers All. Hey, he said minimal complaining. Plus, he adds a nice narrative. He has a lot of things to say about it.

The credits are rolling on episode three, and you and Jamie are sitting on your couch. Well, he’s sitting. You’re laying down with your legs across his lap. He wraps an arm around you waist and pulls you onto his lap for a kiss.

“Babe,” he says between kisses, “did you mean what you said earlier? We can just go to sleep if you want.”

You smile. “Take me to bed Tartt.”

Jamie smiles back then stops. “Wait. Did you mean, like, to sleep or..?”

You roll your eyes. “For sex, Jamie.”

Jamie grins again. “Right, yeah, that’s what I thought, just wanted to be sure.”

You stand up and he follows, letting you pull him to the bedroom.

He says, “Lead the way, boss,” and you tell him you’re pretty sure you can work with that. 

It’s a better ending to the day than you thought it was going to be.

[feelbokkie]

One Last Dance | Chapter 5

pairing: Minho x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, major character death (I am apologizing now), friends to lovers, soul mates, first love, roommates

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive

summary: Childhood best friends Lee Minho and L/n Y/n are in their final year of university. While both of them are in love with each other, the only thing keeping them apart is Minho’s fear of change. As both dancers prepare for their lives after college, will Minho finally let fear rule him and his emotions or will he finally gain courage before he loses Y/n forever?

word count: 2,920

screenshot count: 6

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"Okay, off you go. Play nice with your brothers while I get your sister cleaned up and you wait for dad to come home." You say softly as you put Soonie in Minho's room.

You stand up straight and take a long stretch as you scan the main room of the apartment. You know Moonshine is hiding somewhere, you're just not sure where. You heard her screaming to get out the entire time you were cleaning the other cats.

"Momo, come on out! I'm not going to hurt you. You just can’t live with flour on your fur forever." You walk around quietly looking for her, checking her usual hiding spots only to find them all empty.

You stand in the middle of the living room, hands on your hips trying to figure out what to do. You could just grab one of the cat snacks and just shake the bag to lure her out. Her love of food might trump her fear of baths. Just as you're about to walk over to the kitchen, you hear the front door opening. Your blood runs cold, realizing that Moonshine might be lying in wait for her chance to escape.

"Wait, don't open the door!" You shout as you rush to the door to act as interference in case Moonshine makes a run for it.

But it's too late, you're too far and Minho didn't hear you. He opens the door wide enough for a while fluff ball to whiz past him, jumping over the foot he purposely placed to prevent any escapes.

"Shit," You mutter as you run past him to go after Moonshine.

"Which way did she go?" Minho asks coming up next to you.

"I don't know dipshit, you tell me. You were outside." You groan.

"Hey, don't get snippy with me. I tried to stop her. It's not fault that fat bastard is fast and agile as shit."

"Sorry," You rub your temple and take a deep breath, "How about you go that way and I go this way? We text if one of us finds her."

"On it," He says quickly before darting off to his designated section of the apartment complex. You feel bad for having Minho help you look for Moonshine knowing he just pulled a double shift at the restaurant. You'll make it up to him by cooking dinner.

You quickly make your way out of the apartment complex to look for Moonshine. If she was still inside, you would see her white fur standing out against the grey walls. The stairs lead directly outside with no door in the way.

"Mo-Mo! Come on, it's big and scary here. I can't protect you from the outdoor cats. They're much meaner than Soonie, Doongie, and Dori. They will not hold back!" You call out.

It's not like Moonshine has never been outside. She's just never been outside by herself. You and Minho take the cats outside sometimes to get fresh air and properly sunbathe. You're not entirely sure where she would go.

"Mo-Mo!" You call out again.

Meow

You freeze dead in your tracks trying to figure out where the noise came from.

"Mo-Mo?" You call again, hoping she'll respond again.

Meow! Meow! Meow!

You quickly turn in the direction of the bushes near the car. You see one bush rustling specifically. You quickly walk to it and start moving leaves. You breathe a sigh of relief when you find Moonshine in the middle, tangled in the branches. You send a quick text to Minho letting him know you found her so he can go back to the apartment and rest.

"You dumb baby," You laugh as you walk further into the bush, twigs grazing your legs, "See, your actions have consequences."

You spend 5 minutes poking your fingers and hands as you try to free Moonshine from her leafy prison. Eventually, you free her and hold her close to your chest to prevent her from running again. Her white and grey fur is now also covered in dirt on top of the flour. You know it's going to be a fight when you get home to get her clean.

Walking back to your apartment, you hear music blasting. You roll your eyes knowing that your neighbors are back on their bullshit with their music once again. You're going to have to tell them to knock it off so Minho can get some sleep in peace. As you get closer to their door, you pause. The beat of the music quickly grabs your attention. It's like a mixture of jazz and hip-hop. It sounds fresh and new. Something you would dance to. Something you need to dance to. The perfect song that would stand out for your company auditions and on your YouTube channel. You quickly walk up to the apartment and start banging your hand on the door, although you're not sure how they'd hear you over the music.

A little bit later, the music stops and you hear rustling on the other side of the door before someone opens the door. His soft and dough-like face twists into a smirk when he sees you. The dimple on his face showing.

"Back for round 2?" He says confidently.

"In your dreams, Chan." You roll your eyes.

"I better get to sleep then. Anyway, I know you're here about the music, I'll turn it down."

"Wait, wait don't! I mean, yes turn it down. It's way too loud. But I--That song, where is it from?"

"We made it. Just finished producing it. Just going over the sound."

"You guys did?"

"Did you forget that I graduated from JYPUA with a degree in music production last year?"

"I don't know you enough to just know that about you."

"We can change that." He grabs the top of the doorframe and leans in towards you.

"I have a black belts in taekwondo, hapkido, and martial arts, I will hurt you."

"Is that a promise?" He gives you a toothy grin, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Goddamnit, never mind, fuck," You breathe as you turn to walk to your apartment.

"Wait, wait, I'm joking. Come back," You feel Chan's hand on your shoulder to stop you from leaving.

"I just wanted to know about the song. I wanted to know who made it so I could listen to it and maybe use it for auditions." You sigh.

"Do you want to listen to it? Like, the full song?" He asks quickly.

"Right now?"

"Well, not right now,"

You're suddenly aware of the state of yourself. You ran out so quickly, that you didn't even put shoes on when you went to get Moonshine. Both of you are covered in flour and dirt and a little bit of blood. There might be twigs in your hair too for all you know.

"Right," You shake your head, "Let me take care of Moonshine and get cleaned up first. I'll swing by in an hour?"

"Yeah, that works. See you in an hour. Bye, Moonshine." He coos at Moonshine who mewls back at him.

***

After setting Moonshine and bathing her, you gave her Soonie, Doongie, and Dori a snack as a reward for enduring what they probably considered torture. You changed into a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt after Minho helped you put ointment on all of your battle scars from today's great feat.

Walking into Chan's apartment, you had a vague sense of déjà vu. You know you've been in the apartment before but both times you navigated through it you were 1. drunk and otherwise preoccupied and 2. hungover as shit. You definitely had blinders on when you came in. You don't exactly remember everything in the apartment, but it feels familiar enough.

In the dining room, Chan's roommate sits at the table with his back facing you. Although, you've met Changbin before and this man is definitely not him. His hair is brown and straight and his overall frame is small. Changbin is jacked, you've had the pleasure of witnessing him wearing tank tops a few times and the biceps on that man are very noticeable. Did he move out?

"Oh, I don't think you've met our other roommate. He keeps to himself a lot. Y/n, this is Ha--"

"Jisungie? You live here?" You asked shocked as you're face to face with the former fourth member of Hyunjin, Felix, and Seungmin's freshmen year dorm room.

"Noona? What are you doing here?" He asks just as shocked, freezing in his spot.

"I live next door,"

"Really?"

"You two know each other?" Chan asks confused.

"Yeah! I'm good friends with his roommates from last year. He was too pouty and moody to play nice with the others though. He did write a song about me."

"I-I did not write a song about you!" He stutters, his face turning red. You can't help but smirk.

"Excuse me, noona, but do you have a boyfriend? A-ah, sorry, that must have been too direct. He always seemed to be working on that song when I came to grab Hyunjin, Felix, and Seungmin." You giggle, laughing at the memory.

"I'm just going to find the tallest building in the city and jump," Han says suddenly, getting up from his spot at the table as his face becomes extremely red. Chan, laughing, puts a hand on his youngest roommate's shoulder to stop him from leaving the room.

"H-Han you said that you didn't write that about anyone."

"Clearly, I lied. I'm a liar, hyung. Plus, I never thought she'd be out next door neighbor. Man, I have the worst luck." He drops his head in his hands.

"If you're this disappointed that I'm your next-door neighbor, then you're going to be devastated when you find out who lives across the hall." You laugh again.

"Who lives across the hall?" You can't help but enjoy Jisung's flustered state, "Noona, who lives across the hall?"

"Leave the apartment every once and a while and you'll find out." You tease.

You know you should probably tell him, but you also don't want to be around for the hissyfit that is sure to ensue when he finds out the Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Felix, his roommates last year, live across the hall. Jisung was always relaxed and polite anytime you went over to get Hyunjin or the trio. But you've also heard horror stories from the boys, no doubt Hyunjin exaggerated them, about how bad of a roommate he was. You're not entirely sure what happened, but you know that Seungmin isn't particularly fond of Jisung after an incident involving a wallet and that Hyunjin and Jisung were constantly at each other's throats. Felix felt mostly indifferent, most of his arguments with Jisung were misunderstandings and miscommunications because of Felix's limited Korean. Luckily for him, he's picked up the language relatively quickly.

"I didn't take you for a groupie, noona," Jisung says suddenly. Or maybe he and Chan were talking and you weren't paying attention.

"Why would I be a groupie?" You raise one of your eyebrows looking at the younger boy.

"Han--"

"Because of Chan hyung. He was a legend on campus-- still is. All three of us are actually, 3racha."

"Sriracha?" You ask confused.

"No...I mean technically yes, but no. You really don't know?"

"Han mayb--"

"I pretty much stick to the dance department's bubble."

"Pretty sure Chan hyung slept with some groupies from the dance depart--"

"Okay, Jisung, think that's enough of that!" Chan nervously laughs, ears turning red as he slaps his hand over Jisung's mouth. You can't help but smirk at his sudden flustered state. He quickly pulls his hand away from Jisung's mouth and gives him a look of disgust as he wipes his hand on his pant leg.

"What are you trying to hide? You and I already slept together so you don't have to put on an act." You tease.

“You two did what? When?”

“Y/n, let’s go, yeah.” It comes off more as a command than a question as Chan leads you towards his room.

The two of you leave a confused Jisung standing in the middle of the apartment trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

Walking into Chan's room, it's noticeably cleaner and neater than the rest of the apartment. His bed is made, shoes in a rack in the corner, and the closet door shut. In the corner of his room near his desk, there's a piano, a guitar, and one of those electric drum kits. His desk is the only thing that's out of place. It's what you'd classify as an organized mess. Empty and have drunk water bottles line the back of the desk. The trash can filled to the brim with balled-up pieces of paper. Various pens, pencils, and guitar picks litter the desk. There are three stacks of paper but they seem to be organized. All of them are written in black ink and have notes in pink, blue, and purple. One stack has red notes on it and the other has green notes. You watch as Chan goes to his desk and cleans up the stacks.

"Make yourself at home." He says quickly as he makes a bit of space and turns on his laptop. You look around the room and settle for sitting on the bed. Chan can't help but smirk when he sees you.

"Don't say a thing," You sigh. You already know he has some joke about how you feel at home on his bed ready to go. In reality, there's no other place to sit other than his desk.

"I wasn't going to, I'm a gentleman." He says turning around and placing his hand over his heart.

"If you're such a gentleman then how do you know why I told you not to say anything?" You smirk this time, his ears going back to red. Or maybe they're just always like that.

"No comment. Just sit over here." He slightly grumbles out as he pats the back of his desk chair. You think about it for a minute before getting up and taking the seat at the desk.

As you pull the chair closer to the desk, Chan leans over you. Both of his arms cage you in some sort of hug from behind as he types on his laptop. He's so close you you that you can feel the heat radiating off his body. His face is so close you yours that one quick turn and you'll accidently kiss him. Maybe that's what he wants. His scent is intoxicating, making your head swirl. For all you know, you probably weren't even that drunk when you ran into him at the bar. You probably got too close to him and the woodsy, yet faintly flowery aroma that seems to follow him. It's a contrast from Minho who, no matter what he does, always has some faint smell of vanilla and caramel mixed with coffee and the end of Summer. Chan smells warm and comforting but not as much as Minho.

"Okay," You slightly jump at the sudden reminder that Chan is also in the room. "here's the song. It's called, Scene Stealer."

The two of you sit in silence as the song plays. Chan released you from your caged-in position and took your spot on his bed. He watches you nervously as you listen with your eyes closed listening to the beat. Your body moving automatically already brainstorming choreography for the song. You can feel the jazzy, hip-hop beats in your soul. It really is the perfect song for you to use on your channel and your dance company auditions.

"So," Chan gets up and quickly cages you in again as he stops the next from playing, "what do you think?"

"it's perfect! It has both hip-hop and jazz elements. Those are two of my specialties. I already have so many ideas."

"Don't get too excited," Chan smirks while he towering over you.

“What? Why?” Your face scrunching up in confusion.

“I’m not going to just give you the song.”

“I’m a university senior living off campus and 4 cats. I’m flat broke.” You slightly pout.

“I don’t want money.”

You sit in silence for a moment, thinking and blinking, trying to figure out what to do. You need the song.

“I’m not sleeping with you for music.” You say firmly when your brain settles on what he must be hinting at.

"What? No! That's not what--" He lets out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You said you need this song to help further your career as a dancer right? And that it would benefit me and 3racha, right?"

"Right,"

"So, wine and dine me."

"Excuse me?" You're taken aback by the sudden change of subject.

"Let's treat this like a business transaction. You wine and dine me and prove to me that it'll work out in my favor."

"By wine-ing and dining you?"

"See, we're on the same page!" Chan shouts excitedly.

“Sounds like you’re trying to take me on a date.” You say cautiously.

“If you give off date vibes then that’s on you. But I’m serious. Really think about why you want our song and try to convince me. You're going to have to do things like this once you officially join the industry anyway. So practice.” He has a good point.

“Fine,” You stick out your hand towards him. “We have a deal.”

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Buy me a coffee?

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[sun-stricken]

I hope this isn’t too much of a bother but do you have any hcs abt grays time in avatar? Cannon is frustratingly vague about his time there. Have a nice day!

i totally thought i responded to this days ago holy shit its been a minute

I havent read or watched the avatar arc in forever, and refuse to do it again so i played it a bit fast and loose with the dynamic

This gets a bit dark, just a little forewarning

* if you asked the mages that shared his time at avatar, Gray had earned the reputation of someone callous and cold and untouchable, who didnt get his hands dirty

* he used more charismatic techniques to obtain information, or fear, but it was rare to see him physically harm them

* If you asked Gray about his time in avatar, he wouldn’t give you a straight answer, if he gave one at all

* Avatar knew who he was, for an undercover mission he wasnt under a whole lot of cover. He was sent in as himself, his “cover/backstory” was a lot of half truths and a warped narrative

* He climbed through the ranks faster than expected, which caused a lot of rumors and speculation, such as maybe the ‘Higher Ups’ were so enthralled by an ex-light guid member turning over they rushed him through, or he did something so heinous they were impressed, or maybe he slept with them

* there were a lot of rumors.

* Of course, most arent true, Gray just had more to offer than the average person

* In most dark guilds / cults there are ‘trials’ of sort to prove someone loyalty, hazings of sorts

* He had to go through them ten times over

* It lasted weeks, around a quarter of the time spent at Avatar was his ‘initiation’

* There were certain points where Gray thought they might actually break him

* He refused to use his ice-make magic during his time in Avatar, he couldnt bear using Urs magic for something like this

* He developed these piercing migraines from his eyes constantly darting around his surrounding, and he rarely slept

* Avatar wasnt a inherently paranoid guild, but it was protective and unrelenting, being caught as a traitor was terms for a public violent execution

* There were two other alleged traitors in Grays time there, when they were accused they were tortured and executed in front of the entire ‘guild’

* and he wouldn’t allow himself to even twitch in case that set his own death in motion, It just served to further his reputation

* He never told Erza about this.

* Despite his reputation, the untouchable aura he gave off proved attractive to some people, they thinking being seen fraternizing with someone like him would earn them some respect, and given some of the rumors surrounding him, they thought he would reciprocate

* He didnt, for obvious reasons, and he often left the more handsy and assertive with frostbite and frozen to the ground for hours

* He had bi-weekly check-ins with Erza so he could relay his and their progress and so she could gauge his mental state; Gray gave her watered down versions of the things hed seen and endured during the months he was there unless it pertained to what she needed to close the operation

* He and Erza had a system where he would call her and she would help him smuggle out any victims Avatar took for information or as a message

* He had killed once while in Avatar, it was a man they were ‘interrogating’ who couldn’t provide anymore information and they couldnt just let him go, so they entrusted Gray taking care of him while they watched, it was a test to see if he would, it was as fast and humane as killing someone can be but he will never ‘get over’ it

* He can still remember exactly how he looked, how he sounded, down to the smallest detail

* That was what almost broke him

* He didnt draw it out, it was fast and clean, which was another reason for his ‘doesn’t get his hands dirty’ reputation

* He tried to live by the ‘the ends justify the means’ principle, he survived Avatar by doing what he had to, regardless of what that was that was

* He tried so hard to help himself cope with it, but he just couldnt no matter how hard he tried

* Even though he acted annoyed when the rest of his team burst into Avatar and tore down his whole operation, he was relieved, so fucking relieved he didnt have to stay any longer

* The transition after Avatar was, for lack of a better term, fucking terrible. there was a lot of panic and guilt and paranoia and dissociating to get him through it

* He trained his instincts to act to the slightest trouble, which would be fine considering every movement towards him before was trouble

* But hes back with his friends now, with the people who wouldnt hurt him. So instead of being proud of his reflexes all he feels is panic and guilt

* Gray was constantly searching for an exit and always kept one open and in sight, and would forget he was with safe people and lash out if they blocked one

* Months following the reformation of Fairy Tail held a lot of blanks for Gray, his brain in an attempt to finally protect him would have him go on autopilot, dissociate. He did this a lot early on after Deloria but he thought he ‘grew out of it’, clearly not

* His sleep got even worse after Avatar, he thought the familiar environment would help him but it only made him more on edge

* He knew what could happen to them if he let himself sleep at the guild, the thought of something happening while was taking a fucking nap was nauseating enough that his brain wouldn’t let him let his guard down enough to feel tired

* And sleeping at home was out of the question completely, if a dark mage decided tonight was the night for vengeance against him for tearing apart their cult, how could he defend himself if he was asleep?

* This was fine for a while, but when the adrenaline crash of no longer actually needing to be on guard 24/7 and the weeks of no more than half an hour (involuntary) naps caught up to him, it caught hard

* i mean, it was brutal, collapsed at the first moment of relative peace he came across, it felt almost like withdrawal, with a lot of sleeping

* in some ways he feels so fucking angry and almost betrayed by Erza for asking him to go undercover for her, for making him go through everything he did. But he knows if he didnt its possible she wouldve, and he would do it all over again if it meant that wouldnt happen.

* In other way, hes angry at himself for letting himself get to this point, for letting them break something in him like they did.

* He’ll realistically never be able to go back to before, never be able to trust people, his friends, truly and without reservation again

i hate the avatar arc sometimes but it provides such good material

[silverhallow]

Every Breath You Take

Violet Bridgerton II x Edward Becker (OC) Love Story

Chapter 1: Wonderstruck

Summer 1838

Edward had been to My Cottage before, he stopped regularly on his way to Eton to collect William Bridgerton but it was the summer of 1838 that would forever stick in his mind.

He was 16 years old and was becoming more aware of what was to become him in a few short years. He was the only son of the Duke of Somerset and he was 10 years younger than his older sisters and he had been unexpected but to his father, a welcome relief but now at 16, his father was actually taking an interest in him and preparing him for inheriting the Dukedom.

He’d spent a lot of time alone or with his cousin, the future Earl of Devon, Thomas Shuffield before he reached Eton where within days he’d become best friends with William Bridgerton.

William had everything that Edward had wanted in his family and often found himself jealous of the stories that William would tell him about his escapades with his cousins and siblings during their breaks from school and whilst he had heard a lot about William’s younger sister, he had never met her.

Over the last few years when he had stopped at My Cottage, Violet Bridgerton had often not been at My Cottage, having been either at Romney Hall or visiting her aunt and uncle at the parsonage but that fateful day, she had been home.

Edward had meant to spend the night at My Cottage as was custom before he would set off with William to collect Thomas on their return to the school but the weather had been bad and it had meant that he had to sleep on the road and arrived just after when the Bridgerton’s would break their fast.

He had sent a man ahead on horseback to let William and his parents know and he knew Mrs Bridgerton would worry about him if he was not there by the evening, when he arrived Mrs Bridgerton welcomed him at the doorstep and gave him a motherly hug and explained she’d prepared a bath for him if he wished to freshen up and eat before they departed.

He thanked her profusely, feeling awful from sleeping in the carriage and desperately hungry, so he made his way through the comfortable country home towards the guest room he would usually reside in and as he made his way onto the landing, thinking longingly of the hot water and Mrs Bridgerton’s cooks biscuits, there was a commotion and he heard the bark of the Bridgerton family dog Arthur and as a door opened he heard a girls voice “No Artie! Give that back!” and then the dog appeared with a rag in his mouth as he made a bid for freedom down the hall.

Edward chuckled and carried on walking only to find himself being crashed into not even two seconds later and he felt a cold wetness spill across his chest and as he looked down he saw a blur of blonde hair and the greenest eyes he had ever seen.

“Ooops! I am so sorry!!!” said the girl and all Edward could do was just stare, blinking like an idiot as his brain seemed to stall as he took in the girl.

“Vivi! Artie’s down the hall with your painting rag, if he gets in Dad’s stuff he’ll… well he’ll not murder you but he won’t be happy” came Will’s voice as he appeared around the corner “Lord, what happened to you Ed? Vivi you need to watch where you’re going”

“Right, yes sorry… I’ll go get Artie, sorry again” Vivi said to Edward before running off around the corner before his brain could mutter any words.

“It’s not a problem” he said half-stupidly as he looked at the space and just blinked.

Will just laughed and clapped him on the shoulder “sorry about Violet, she doesn’t look here she is going sometimes, especially when Artie is involved. Come here, I think i’ve got a spare waistcoat. Mrs C will get that cleaned up and send it down to us at school…”

Whatever else happened that afternoon Edward had no idea, it was all a blur as he swapped his waistcoat and put on one of his best friends, but he didn’t see Violet again as he was in the carriage within an hour but he was certain of one thing as he climbed into the carriage…

He was almost 99% sure he had just met the woman he wanted to marry…

[axailslink]

HI I LOVE YOUR WRITING COULD YOU WRITE (if you have the ideas, the time and are comfortable with) SHURI X READER but reader is on her period but she gets super bad cramps on the first day? anyways like a fluffy comfort one shot? keep up the great work!! <3

Let Me Help

Shuri x FEM reader

Summary: The pain of period cramps will forever strike you worst than any punch to the stomach. Shuri offers help.

Your head lays on the cold glass lab table as you hold on your stomach and whisper curses "Bast's sake please stop hurting just for a bit I have to work...just for a bit" the sharp pains continues to rattle about in your lower stomach as you gently grab at the table. Shuri takes notice of this and walks over to the table and leans down to your height "you should go home" you turn and look at her "no I have work to do and if I don't do it who will?" You can see her eyes prancing back and forth with thought before she answers "I will I'll take over you just go home there's no way you can work in pain you've already had like three pain pills." You look at her confused for a moment "you counting the pills I take?" She pauses for a moment realizing how weird that might have sounded "just looking out for you but I promise I got it from here let me take you home you should try and get some sleep instead" even with Shuri's persistent gaze you shake your head no "I can't I can't put all my work on you princess I hate leaving a mess for others to clean I can do it." Shuri finally has had enough of convincing before she comes face to face with you "how much work have you done in the past hour?" You stumble to find the words "I've uhm..." Scared she might be a little disappointed in you you stray from your answer and nod "I'll go home yeah I'll go home" she nods "c'mon" she gently pulls you up and you're stuck in place when she wraps her arm around your waist her grip strong but gentle at the same time. "Oh you don't have to come I mean my house is a mess and I can walk my legs work perfectly just like my mouth and eyes and uhm..." You realize you're rambling and stare at her which she returns before smiling flashing you with that pretty smile of hers.

"I want to help, you really don't look all too well. Your face is flushed and you're annoyed let me help please. Plus I'm sure I know some things we could try to calm those cramps down." I know some things I'd like to try oh goodness the hormones are everywhere right now they've got you thinking things you shouldn't be thinking at all. "I really can handle my own princess" Shuri groans and lets you go as soon as her hand leaves your side you groan as the feeling of nervousness leaves you and is replaced with the piercing. You wish you could tell her to put it back where it was but you smile at her and leave the lab as quickly as possible. It's got to be the hormones making you act like this making you feral or are you finally realizing how she makes you feel?

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You sit in bed practically dying with the pain as it shoots through your lower abdomen, back and somehow your ass it's like God personally came down to punish you and it doesn't help that your breasts are sore. you've been sleeping for the last two hours and now that you've woken up it's like immediate pain back to back the heating pad is not doing its job and you feel so nauseous yeah this has to be some sick punishment. you had already thrown up once but you were sure if you moved too fast it could surely happen again so you just sat unmoving in the middle of the bed as if moving an inch could provoke the cramps. The sudden sounds of knocking on the door have you groaning whoever it was could come back at a later time because this was definitely not the best time. "Go away!" you shout as you hold your stomach the knocks continue and you mumble curses to yourself as you slowly and carefully get up you waddle to the door and yank it open "what do you want?" you immediately want to swallow your words as you see princess Shui standing with a bag in hand "oh princess?" she smiles awkwardly and motions her head towards the door "can I come in? I just got done with my work for the day and yours we managed to find out who tried to steal the vibranium and uhm... I'm rambling I must get that from you y/n" she chuckles as you stare at her then the bag she has in hand. "Can I come in? you never gave an answer" you nod and step away from the door so that she can enter before closing and locking the door you waddle up the stairs and back into your room as you hold your stomach you can't help but hear Shuri snickering to herself and it interests you. "what's so funny" Shuri covers her face "excuse my language but you're walking like you have something up your ass" you look back at her as your hand finds your hip "quite the opposite princess I have something up my pussy if you don't have anything that can help please stop bothering me." She places her hand on her chest and laughs "so hostile luckily for you beautiful I got a lot of things" you smile at her words not being able to keep your happiness at bay "beautiful?" she nods "yeah beautiful do you have a problem with me telling you the truth?" you approach your bed and say nothing she places the bag by your leg and starts to pull out containers and more "you about to experiment on me or something?" she laughs and glances at you "no but if you'd like me to I wouldn't mind." Is she flirting with you? The princess of Wakanda is surely flirting with you or you should definitely clean your ears and thoughts you have to be looking way too much into what she is saying. "Most reasons for very bad cramps are bad eating habits on your cycle you're really picky you eat nothing but dollar store ramen and snacks-" "you know my eating habits?" Shuri smiles at you as she hands you a container of cut-up watermelon, strawberries, and whole raspberries "yes I do you're picky it's kind of hard not to notice. I got some chamomile tea warm beverages help me so maybe it'll help you there is one more thing but I need your consent." you glance her up and down suspiciously "a massage I usually get mines professionally done but I don't like the thought of some stranger touching my friend" you nod slowly before putting two and two together "oh you want to do it?" she nods "nothing inappropriate just some gentle massaging." The thought of her long slender fingers rubbing down your frame fills your mind with too many dirt thoughts to count but you reply as your usual flirty self "you tryna find a reason to feel me up?" she laughs and grabs your hand "no if I wanted to feel you up all I would have to do is ask the smell of the oils might help your body relax is all or you could do it the old fashioned way." you look at her with a facial expression full of curiosity "have an orgasm I hear it works best" you shake your head and roll your eyes sometimes her childish side comes out it's like a jumpscare honestly.

you, of course, agree to the massage I mean c'mon who would say no to this? No one so here you are laying on your stomach sweats pulled just below your waist bra tossed somewhere else on the bed. "you're tense am I making you nervous?" you shake your head no "no it's fine just never thought I'd be in this predicament" she laughs as she sits beside you on the bed "hey love pick a scent lavender or peppermint" you're so glad she can't see your face right now because you're smiling so widely to yourself "love" goodness gracious she is being too nice today. "Peppermint just get this over with I want to sleep" more like get this over with you talking to me is making me panic and I'm trying to restrain myself from kissing you. you feel her hands slide up your back slowly causing shivers to travel down your spine her hands feel like heaven as she gently massages your shoulders down to your back and onto your waist her hands linger for a moment. "Shuri Bast's sake your hands feel amazing" she continues "you should be eating that fruit" she points out and you huff "you can't just let me enjoy myself?" she smiles and you swear you feel her kiss the middle of your back "you haven't said anything about cramping in a minute I'm guessing this is working?" you honestly hadn't thought about the cramps because you were way too worried about Shuri's hands on your lower back. "you make me forget everything I don't know anyone else who takes the time out of their day to come and help ease my cramps you're a God send honestly. I'm grateful for you," you sit up and come face to face with her not worrying about being topless or about your bloated tummy. "your shirt I could grab that for y-" you stop her panicked speaking by grabbing her face and gently pressing your lips to hers "don't worry about it thank you I am so blind of course I would find out you're attracted me on the one week I can't express just how attracted I am to you." Shuri smiles and grabs your hand from her face gently caressing it "that's cocky" you nod "maybe but I can tell I'm not wrong.

A/n: This got a bit long...I do but I hope this works up to your request I happened to make Shuri and reader friends to lovers wasn't going to but that's just the way it ended. This is unedited don't have time for that work takes up most of that time. If this did not meet your needs I will gladly rewrite it at a later date.

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I have lost the roundness of each of my movements, the elasticity, the relaxation, the grace. Twisted, turned inside out like a glove that has been removed, I feel my skin tugging as if it had been squeezed like a lemon, and when I stretch out my arm, I have the unpleasant impression that my bones are screaming. The interior goes with it; the dull eye, the wrinkled eyebrows, the corners of the mouth low, the folded, crumpled face, I jump in front of me like an albatross that has lost its wings.

Ah, no; I am not beautiful. But it is nothing; when a letter from you arrives, when I linger on the "photo" that remains beside my bed, when an insignificant detail brings me back to you in the midst of people or things that I hardly see, the wave, the flood, the storm, which then fills me up all over, proves to me unceasingly that everything is there and that I will still be able to become beautiful, very beautiful and for a moment unequaled. Deep down, I am not made for the life I lead and I wonder what will happen the day when nothing around me will push me, the day when, alone, I will have no one to please in a certain way and I will be free to do what I please, to live as I please. Will I not then choose misery rather than this exhausting struggle that swallows up my hours and drains me in vain? What to do, Albert darling? What to do?

Oh, I know deep down what I would need... The sea, the wind and you for a while. Afterwards, I would easily agree to sleep a little in the noise and turmoil of Paris. But at the moment, the loss of time and energy makes me suffer from an anguish that I can no longer keep to myself, and that you must help me to share. The days pass... and the sea is far away. What a pity! I often close my eyes, I breathe hard, and I see myself, far away, in an unknown country that smells of seaweed and salt, with you lying next to me. We live there for a few seconds, free of everything, detached from everything, lost forever for a few seconds to this world that surrounds us so closely. We do nothing. We are lying on our backs, facing the sky. It is hot. It smells good. We hold hands, without saying anything. We only know that we are here and for a few moments, that we are free of everything, heavy only with ourselves. When I open my eyes again I feel lighter, fresh, clean, rested. Alas! This does not last long.

I can't let myself go on this soft slope anymore. I feel dirty and uncombed, although I have just taken a bath and my hair is tighter and straighter than ever. Oh yes! That's enough. Time seems to have stopped and since I don't know when, I live a long day - or a long night - dull, flat, grey, without relief. I have the awful double impression of letting the fast, dizzying passing days flow away from me and of having remained clinging to one of them, which I keep reliving. I feel divided between the anguish of lost hours and the impossibility of being able to catch one of them and make it mine.

I slip on everything; on the minutes, on the beings, on the things; I feel incapable of deepening anything, of letting myself be moved, of discerning and tasting beauty, of searching, of taking an interest. Everything touches me and I no longer see what can awaken an echo somewhere in me. Besides, even if I could see, I wonder if I would have the courage to make a gesture to get there. Only you remain alive in my dreams, but in the form of dreams. Is it fatigue? Worn-out nerves? Dulled strength? The exhausted sensitivity? Do I owe this state to the bad period passed during the last months? Is it Dora who drains me more than I think? Is it Paris that exhausts me? Is it the lack of rest and air during these vacations? Is it all of this together?

Perhaps it is. At first I hoped it was the cold, but if the present weather is not very soothing and changes from one minute to the next, at least it is no longer cold. So! Resting? That's all I do. Air? Alas, I have to make do with the air of the rue de Vaugirard and the boulevard des Batignolles. Ah! The "silence" that has settled in me has come "from within" and it is still "from within" that "the cry" must come out. Perhaps if you wrote me a friendly, detailed letter, a letter that spoke to me about us without lyricism but with all that you think - certainly more difficult to say than what you feel - perhaps a cry would come out of this dough that I have become, a cry of pain, perhaps, but a cry!

Yes, I am at this point, my beloved Albert. To desire anything as long as I scream and burn again. What else? I love you. I love you and I'm dying of desire and love. Darling, write to me, all of you - sorrows and joys, hopes and fears - write everything to me. I want all of you. All of it. Wake me up. Shake me. Scold me. Beat me, if necessary. I long. I fade away. Good night, darling, see you in the morning. Ah! wrap me around you...

Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, February 8, 1950 [#179]

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SFW Alphabet | KARASU x gn!Reader 2k words | SFW | Fluffy [NSFW Alphabet]

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He's a bit conservative with PDAs, but you'll still notice small, lingering touches: his hand on your shoulder or back when he stands next to you, his hand brushing yours when you walk side by side, and he'll stand a bit closer than what would be considered socially appropriate.

In private, his touches are more bold: wrapping his arms around you from behind, surprising you with hugs and forehead or cheek kisses if you're working, that sort of thing. If he's in the mood, he'll pull you into his arms and hold you flush against him so you can feel it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He doesn't socialize much and he doesn't have many friends. He tries to be helpful and considerate, but sometimes his quiet nature is mistaken for indifference. If he does get close enough to someone to be their friend, he takes it seriously - he makes more of an effort to be sociable and helpful, and he's generous with his time and money (gifts or outings). He's also very protective. Only those he considers friends are invited to his home.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves cuddling in private. He wants to be chest-to-chest with you, or laying on top of you, or he can be the big spoon if you're both on your sides.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He can cook but he doesn't know a lot of recipes - he's used to cooking for himself and he tends to make the same meals every day. He'll try to learn to cook what you like though. He likes keeping his home clean and he doesn't mind doing those types of chores.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would be tempted to do it over the phone because it would be a painful experience no matter who it was or why they were breaking up. He would ultimately decide to do it in person. If you did something that violated his trust or broke his heart, he will seem cold and angry and still visibly heartbroken - he trusted you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

If he thinks you're the one, he wants to bind you to him forever. Crows mate for life, and he's not going to waste either of your time if he doesn't think you have a potential future together. He won't rush a formal engagement, but the way he starts to change his life to accommodate you, and to make it enticing for you, should be a reminder that he has long-term goals with you in mind.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

With you, he's gentle. You're so precious to him, and you make him feel things he hasn't felt in so long. His voice and his words are soft and tender, and most times his touches are gentle too and only grow firmer and more desperate in the heat of the moment.

He is more reserved in public, and he might catch you off-guard if he grows stern with associates or acquaintances that annoy him or disappoint him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs in private! Is less likely to hug you in a really public environment but there's always exceptions to the rule - he won't hesitate to hug you if he hasn't seen you in a few days, or if he is feeling more emotional than usual so that his need to touch you outweighs his shyness.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

If he feels love for you, he's not going to wait long before he confesses. He will probably let it slip when the moment feels right, and he might be flustered and try to backtrack if he thinks you're not ready to hear those words (but he really really really hopes you are).

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jealousy and possessiveness are feelings he tries to manage, but sometimes he can't help it. If someone flirts with you or tries to touch you, he's going to glare at them and insert himself so that he blocks their view of you, or he's going to wrap an arm around you and make it clear that you're not interested. He's not above making veiled threats to scare off someone that doesn't get the hint. He's more reasonable about the people in your life who he knows only have platonic feelings for you; it's the ones that still chase you romantically that make him more dubious.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

In public, he'll mostly stick to kissing your cheek, brow, or temple. He might give you a peck on the lips if there's not too many people around to see.

In private, he loves to kiss your lips more intimately. He's not the most experienced kisser at first. His kisses are quick and needy and a bit messy, but you can't help but laugh at his enthusiasm. But he loves kissing you regardless.

He likes it if you kiss his cheek or his hands/fingertips.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He has zero experience with children. He'll be overly cautious around them and a bit awkward, but when he realizes kids are amused by his wings or like being tickled by his feathers, it gets easier to find ways to connect with them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's an early riser, but he'll stay in bed later with you because it's so warm and comfortable. He'll get up and get ready for work quietly so you can sleep longer. He'll make coffee or tea for both of you - he doesn't usually eat breakfast, but he'll make you something quick if you normally eat. He'll walk with you to RAD before he has to go to work.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He likes to relax after a long day in front of his computer monitors. He likes laying with his head in your lap while he takes off his glasses and rests his eyes. He likes it when you play with his hair or massage his scalp. He'll change into something more comfortable before helping you make dinner, and then he'll cuddle with you on the couch to watch a movie or read before bed.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He'll reveal things slowly over time, but it won't take long to open up to you once he gets the sense that he can trust you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's more patient with you than most people. He gets easily annoyed by immaturity, liars, or demons that mistreat you or speak poorly about you or your relationship.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Oh, he's so good at what he does because he understands how powerful knowledge is. He like to thinks he knows and remembers more about you than any of your other friends. He would also judge them if they did or said something that made it clear they didn't understand you as well as he does.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Your "first" events - your first date, your first kiss, the first time you made love.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He'll protect you from anything and anyone that might try to hurt you even if you insist he doesn't need to bother. Of course he's going to protect you! He keeps an eye on your D.D.D. so he knows where you are, and he looks up any odd or suspicious demons you interact with that he thinks might pose a threat to you. If he feels concerned about your physical safety, he's pulling strings behind the scenes with RAD to make sure you're protected when he can't be there. He'll try to spend more time with you, or he'll be a silent shadow that follows you (whether you know he's there or not).

He would be flustered and proud and so enamoured if you defended him or your relationship verbally, but he won't ever want you to put yourself in harm's way for his sake.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He tries to be thoughtful with everything he does. He's never had someone he wanted to spoil before, so you might have to get used to how much attention and care he puts into the things he does for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He's a workaholic so it'll be an adjustment for him to unplug from his job and learn to relax with you once work is over. He's a demon so when his more monstrous personality traits are on display (usually when he's protective/possessive of you) then it might feel a bit overwhelming. He used to be more volatile a long time ago, and he struggles not to automatically resort to violence if he feels either of you are threatened.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn't put much value in his own attractiveness, although he likes looking put-together and professional when he's working. He worries that his smaller stature and introverted nature make him a target for ridicule. He compensates by dressing nicely which helps reflect the confidence and authority his job affords him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

If you're in his life, everything he does is with you in mind. If you were to break up, it would be difficult to move on with his life without being constantly reminded of your absence.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He never learned how to drive because he flies if his destination is too far to walk or if he’s pressed for time. Sometimes birds will follow him and he's embarrassed by it if other demons notice (but he secretly likes it).

His sin attributes are Greed and Pride, and he connects better with Mammon and Lucifer than the other demon brothers.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He can’t stand liars. It’s difficult to keep secrets from him anyway, and he would rather address things directly. Any kind of cheating in a romantic relationship is a dealbreaker for him.

He doesn’t mind jokes and teasing to a point, as long as they don’t get too personal. He’s sensitive about his appearance and he takes a lot of pride in his work and intelligence; he wouldn’t react well to jokes or teasing about those topics.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Normally he sleeps in a sleeveless shirt and pajama pants. He has trouble sleeping without some sort of ambient noise so he usually has a fan or white noise machine turned on. He wakes up early even on days when he doesn’t have to work.

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Two Sides To The Devil - Johnny Slaughter (Episode 4)

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Completed series :)  If you've made it to reading all 4 episodes. I appreciate you more than you’ll ever know! :’) I’ll be posting the last 4 episodes in a couple of days, maybe after the 28th. If anyone wants it earlier, let me know and I'll post it immediately <3 Summary: Johnny Slaughter kidnaps you and you wake up in his basement. You negotiate your way out of death by offering to lure in male victims with your beauty. Johnny entertains your desperate offer. He ends up having to protect you and slowly starts to fall in love with his victim, and so do you.  Word count: 2,073 Warnings: MDNI, rough handling of reader

You wake up to the smell of something filling your nose. Was it food? It smelt edible, you shot up the couch, looking around to find the source of the scent. You see Johnny standing by the kitchen countertop with his back facing you. “Johnny!” you exclaim with a little more excitement than you originally anticipated. He turned to you and you caught a glimpse of what looked like fast food. You get up from the couch and head straight for the fast food bag to look inside. “Hey there princess, I thought you might be hungry” he gives you a smirk and watches as you dig inside the bag for a burger. “I'm starving, Johnny” you catch the burger and bring out two plates. You knew exactly where everything was since you were the one organizing it. “I see you’ve been busy while i was gone” he says while watching you carefully plate both of your food with care. 

You completely forgot about your cleaning and returned your attention back to him. “Oh yeah! What do you think?” you say very proudly. He steps closer to you, grabbing hold of your hips and leaning down to give you a gentle kiss on your lips. "What I think? I think you’d make a perfect housewife, darlin’” you blush at his words and try to hide it by returning his kiss, holding it for a while. He pulls away from you “I’m serious, doll. I want to keep you forever” you chuckle and don't really know how to react. The problem is that he very much could keep you forever. It's not like you have a say in this.

God! Why couldn't he be normal? None of it feels right, whatever you say won't be your choice, he has the last say. You don't doubt that he would kill you if you reject him. But you had to be smart in order to be free again. “I think we can arrange that” you look at him with lustful eyes, one part deceptive and one part truth. The word ‘we’, you thought, there is no ‘we’ in this decision. It's him manipulating the situation. You should hate him, and you do, so why don't you feel like you do? But you've seen the gentle side of him, a side you're sure victims rarely, if ever, see. 

“Let’s eat, I can't wait a second longer!” you interrupt your own thoughts and grab your plates to bring it to the couch for you to enjoy. Johnny follows you and smacks your ass before you sit down. You blush and ask yourself how you got to this point, you're acting like a loving couple but nothing about being locked in this room is loving… so why do you like it? You feel like a bigger freak than he is…

“So how was my girl’s day” he looks you in the eyes while sitting in front of you taking a bite of his burger. The way he talks to you makes you weak,  you’ve never felt weakness such as this. “Her day was miserable without her handsome man keeping her company” you make a pouty face and giggle before taking a bite of your burger. You felt like the flavors exploded in your mouth, a greasy, half cold junk food burger has never tasted so good.

He laughs at your words, and that was the first laugh you heard from him. As if the man couldn't get more attractive. Hearing his genuinely sweet and full laugh made your heart hurt, no chuckle, no smirk, but a laugh. How couldn't you fall for a man like this? Without context he was the perfect one, at least to you. You believe in fate, you believe everything happens for a reason. Maybe this was your fate. You've always thought you would give up everything for the one. You would do anything if he was worth it. You're listening to his laugh, contemplating if he’s worth it, you don't know. You had to remind yourself of who he was…

“Johnny…?” You look at him, serious in your tone and facial expression. He looks to you confused, wondering why the shift in tone. “Yes, sweetheart?”. You take a deep breath “I wanted to make you a meal before you came, I opened your fridge and…” you look down and pause not knowing how to explain what you saw. You know he knows what you saw and you were hoping he would finish your sentence, himself. He looks down as if he was ashamed. “...Mikaela” he puts his food down and reaches for your face. You, still having the image of the meat in your head, get startled by him reaching for your face and you pull back. “Mikaela… please I don't mean to scare you. Don't look at me like that” his words cut deep, you hate how genuine he sounded. He should be mad, he should call you names and pull a knife, threatening to end your life for prying. But instead he’s begging you to not look to him as a monster.

You feel your eyes water, you try holding it back but your throat feels tight and like you've swallowed razor sharp spikes and nails. Your eyes are stinging so you just bring your hands to your face, sobbing into them. Johnny is careful with his actions but he decides he can’t handle seeing you like this and puts the food between you on the floor. He pulls you closer to him and just holds you. You feel his big arms swallow you whole, you feel safe, you feel like nothing can hurt you but in reality, the man holding you could be the biggest threat of all. 

“I know there is nothing I can say to make you stop crying so you give me no choice…” he stands up and you feel panic, but relief, he’s finally ending your misery and finishing what he started. He walks over to the door and you hear some keys jingle. He opens the door and leaves it open. You look at him and his head is fallen between his collar bones. “Leave…” you look at him trying to figure out if he’s being serious. He’s looking at you, and you swear, you see his eyes watering. You don't move, feeling torn. He raises his voice, “I SAID LEAVE!” you couldn't move out of fear and confusion. When you fail to obey his command for the second time he grabs you firmly by your arm, where the man from the bar had bruised you, and pulls you towards the door and throws you out so you fall onto the ground by the shack entrance. “I said leave and don’t come back. If I see you again. I will kill you. Do not test me, woman” his voice was significantly lower, almost whispering. But he was firm in the way he spoke, he meant every single word of what he was saying and if you didn't leave, you would regret it. 

You slowly make your way off the ground, you're on your knees dusting off some dirt. By the time you looked back up he had shut the door and you were left outside, alone in the dark. If you thought the sobs before were bad, the ones you let out now were pure torture. You walk away but with every step you take, increasing the distance between you and him, you feel your heart shatter into a million pieces. This was good. This was right. So why didn't it feel like it? You pass the beautiful sunflowers by the entrance, they no longer look happy, they look like they’re dying, like they’re crying with you. You hug yourself trying to keep warm and calm yourself down. This was it. You’re free. You can finally go back to the life from before, except you couldn't. There wasn't much for you back there anyways. After your grandma passed away you just lived paycheck to paycheck. She was the only one you had left, and when she exited your life just like everyone else, you were left alone to fend for yourself. You don't have any friends, no family, no nothing. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise, maybe this was that fate you were talking about. Starting a new life, full of adventure and surprises in a different town. You start to cheer up thinking of the possibilities and right finally feels right. 

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It’s the dead of night and you’re a pretty woman walking down the never ending roads of Texas. You don't know how you'll make it to a motel without meeting some creep in the process. You try to brush the thoughts away and not worry about problems yet to come. There is not a single car coming down the road but you keep walking the same direction, and if you have to walk until sunrise, then so be it. The further away you get from him, the better it feels to be away. You escaped from a cannibalistic serial killer! Damn right, it feels better. You feel like you're finally thinking clearly again. Being with him brought out feelings you didn't know were possible. No man had ever made you feel that way, it felt good but you knew it was wrong, so now all you feel is relief. 

While you continue walking, you look up at the sky… it was cloudy which was strange. You rarely saw clouds, that was one of the many benefits of Texas. Clear skies and the best view of the stars there was to offer. That's certainly what brought you here. Los Angeles was beautiful and had its own stars in the shape of city lights, billboards and Hollywood starlets, but you prefer the real thing. You finally feel a sense of calm washing over you and you take a deep inhale, feeling the fresh, cool breeze fill your lungs. As you exhale you see something illuminating the road ahead of you. You turn around and see a car heading your way. You flag it down, sticking your thumb out making sure they know you're a hitchhiker. The car slows down.

A middle aged woman ducked her head to see you through the cracked down window. “Hiya there sugar! Ya need a lift?” she spoke loudly but you could tell she was a sweetheart. “Yes ma’am, I'd love one if you don't mind. It's awfully cold out here” you chuckle a little to yourself and so does she. “Alrighty girl, get in! I have a blanket in the back so you're in luck!” She gives you a warm smile and gestures for you to open the back doors to grab the blanket. You open the back door and grab the colorful tie-dye blanket from the back and take a seat in the front next to the lady. 

You wrap the blanket around you, it wasn't the warmest but it'll do just fine. “So what business does a pretty girl like you have out by the side of the road?” she asked genuinely curious. You bet it's not everyday that happens. You don’t really know what to say. You figure you can't tell her the truth, that a serial killer just let you escape so you make something up, similar to the original story. “I just escaped my abusive boyfriend” you say dryly trying to make her not mention it any further. “oh sweetheart, i'm so sorry, that sounds awful! The men these days… they’re no good” she understands the hint and doesn't stick her nose where it don't belong. “How about you ma’am, what brings you driving alone during these hours? I haven't seen a single car in the past couple hours except yours.” you look over to her. “Oh hun, call me Leona, it’ll make it easier for us both. And as for the driving, that has just become a habit of mine. You see, I love this time of night, driving along the open road, there’s no feeling quite like it.” she smiles to herself and you can tell she truly means it. You feel happy for her. “That sounds lovely, Leona.” You send a warm smile her way before excusing yourself and resting your head against the headrest to hopefully get some sleep. 

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[loveforaugust]

i wish you would / b. bradshaw

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pairings: bradley bradshaw x reader

warnings: mentions of death, breakup, angst

summary: bradley and you broke up ages ago, despite telling everyone it was a clean break up, you can’t help but wish you could take back the words that were said

Bradley Bradshaw loved ferociously. He was passionate in every way and perhaps a little overbearing (he couldn’t help it, it was how he was raised). And he couldn’t help but want everything he had with you back.

You had to tell everyone that the breakup was clean. That the two of you ended on mutual terms, but when you requested a transfer from the squad and Bradley spent his nights getting wasted at the Hard Deck, people understood the truth.

Whatever had happened between you and Bradley Bradshaw had not be clean.

It was hard for the squad, to try and put together what had happened so suddenly to end such a loving relationship. You and Bradley had been together longer than anyone could have predicted and something truly hurtful must have happened to end your relationship.

Bradley had to admit, he hadn’t given you the proper space you required. And that he had pushed too far, much like he was always warned would happen. He wished he could take back his actions, relive the moments lining up to your relationships demise, but how could he when you hated him?

You had taken a sudden leave of absence when the Navy declined your transfer request. He hadn’t seen you in weeks. He couldn’t handle going cold turkey not seeing you. Not when his life had revolves around you for years on years.

His pain simply kept growing.

He wanted to know you forgave him. He wanted to be back in your arms and be loved by you once again.

Your relationship hadn’t always been traditional, the two of you were a crooked love in a straight line down. Never doing things the ways others would. And that’s what had made your love unique. Your relationship had moved as fast as it could, the two of you understood life had limits and it was not forever.

That’s why you loved Bradley. He understood things you always wished your lovers would. He was always there and would never willingly leave you.

That’s why it hurt so bad when you had to leave him.

You had left someone you loved in a fit of anger. You could not believe how quickly it had happened. How quickly you could change your image in another’s eyes.

After years of loving him, you made Bradley think you hated him.

Adapting to such a traumatic mission and your father dying just before that had your emotions all over the place. Bradley simply wanted to be there for you and you led him to believe you couldn’t stand to have him around.

You wish you had never let any of your words out, not to such a caring man like Bradley.

When you returned from your leave of absence, Bradley was obviously torn apart. The team wasn’t sure where to stand, they had only know the two of you together, apart there was no telling whose side they were on.

After days of work, you wished nothing more for things to be back as they were. You had destroyed your life and it’s evident you had to beg Bradley for second chance.

You walked down the hallway to his door, you heard his boots every night as he passed by. Knocking quietly, you waited for your love to open up.

“Y/N? What’s-“

“I wish you would come back. I wish I’d never said the things I said. I’d never hate you for as long as I live. I can’t live without you. And I’m so sorry I’ve caused you all this pain. I love you and I was just going through so much.

“I know that’s not an excuse, Bradley, but if you can’t have me back in your life, I just hope you can forgive me and forget me.” You pleaded, tears running down your face. Bradley had the softest smile on his face.

“I’d never forget you for as long as I’d live. I miss you too much to be mad anymore. I love you, Y/N.”

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Fingers curl around the glass of red wine, tilting it slightly to stir the liquid inside. Your other hand supports your head while you are busy in your inner thoughts—the voice of an amber-eyed man resounded like a prayer.

"That's not possible, because the one I love is you."

The palm of your hand is placed on the cheek, hoping that the cold will reduce the heat that creeps up on it. You still remember how it instantly bewitched you to freeze instantly. Zhongli takes no offense at your lack of response; he just smiled, reached out, and offered to escort you to your chamber as if he hadn't just professed his love for his childhood best friend.

Since when exactly? Why have you never taken the slightest hint of that? Has Zhongli always been this good at keeping secrets? You shouldn't be surprised, considering he's the only person who knows you still have the ability to see the future.

You shifted your gaze to the draped window. It is late—if you don't try to sleep, you're sure to have trouble concentrating in the morning. That's not a good thing, since tomorrow is the first day of the hunt, and you won't be able to avoid interacting with the nobles and guests as much as you did today.

You're about to set your glass down on the table when a terrible headache strikes. Your fingers grip the sofa material as your coping mechanism.

A vision.

Your heart is beating fast. You find a familiar figure kneeling in desperation in front of the Divine Tree. Childe. This is exactly what you saw before your vision suddenly changed. He was reciting a prayer in a murmur that you still couldn't quite make out.

Before you can process it, your vision changes to display two figures. One was Zhongli, while the other was an unknown woman in hanfu.

However, this is the first time Zhongli has smiled so broadly in your prophecy.

Your mind returns to reality before you can get answers about what and who. You control your breathing and your pounding heartbeat. Then you glance down at your glass and realize you've spilled it. You get up to retrieve a tiny cloth from your drawer to clean it up, though you're still left wondering.

Who is she?

And Childe.. what was he doing there? Why has everything changed so quickly?

Before you find the answer, a knock on the door startles you. You stayed silent, assuming it was probably your hallucination, but when it came again, you pondered who could have visited you so late at night.

Although a little hesitant, you stepped your feet closer to the door. Fingers curled around the cool doorknob before turning it after hearing another knock.

As soon as it swings open, your eyes widen in surprise as you recognize who is standing in front of you. Slightly tousled ginger hair, messy worn shirt, and.. a stupid blushing face smiling at you.

“Ajax?” Without realizing it, you slipped out his birth name.

Blue eyes light up from your call. “(Y/NNNNNN)!!” You can smell the alcohol on his breath as he stumbles forward into your arms.

Supporting his bigger body, you almost fell to the floor if it hadn't been for him regaining his footing. He holds you close, the warmth radiating from his body feels foreign and familiar at the same time. You feel your heart beating against your ribs. A bittersweet embrace.

You want to stay in the moment until you realize this fleeting sweetness will only bring you new heartache. Although you were uncertain that you could break free from the hold of a man who was obviously stronger, you tried your luck hoping the alcohol in his system would make him less alert.

“Ajax, let me go.”

Your attempts to wriggle free only made him tighten his arms around you even more. “No! Don't go!” He says.

From how desperate his voice sounded, you wonder if the sober Ajax could say something like this. As if he doesn't want to let you go, as if he doesn't want to lose you. As if he wasn’t the one who refuses to leave the woman he loves for his wife.

Once again, you have sprinkled salt on your still-open wound.

"I have to close the door." You make excuses.

Childe shook his head he buried in your shoulder. "I don't want to."

"Please."

"We can close it together." Childe insisted.

You furrow your brows, “And how are we supposed to do that?”

To answer your question, he moves his unsteady leg backwards, taking you forward. You shook your head inwardly, not understanding why he was so reluctant to let you go. It's as if you were his life support, something he couldn't live without and would die without.

The drunken Childe is ten times better than the sober Childe.

Your free hand closes the door, then you are caged once again in his arms. Your nose brushes up against the fabric of his clothes, picking up a smell other than alcohol. You furrowed your brows at the faint scent of sweet perfume.

A punch to your heart comes along with a question, had he just met Lumine?

"Can you let go now?"

Childe shook his head again, his curly strands tickling your ear. "No." He answered childishly.

“Ajax.”

Childe tightened his embrace even more, though in his mind he was still making sure it didn't suffocate you. You're not sure whether to like it or not, knowing that he wouldn't be doing this if he hadn't drank a dozen bottles of liquor.

".. don't want to.." He muttered nearly in hushed whispers. ".. I don't want you to go."

Even though you know it's the alcohol talking, it feels good to hear someone asking you to stay. For a moment, you feel enough.

You know Childe. You're not what he wants, you're not what he needs. Believing something that is fleeting— let alone from someone who is unaware of the words that come out of their mouth—is the stupidest thing a person can do. It hurts to see your hope wither away, therefore you will no longer hope.

“..to him..”

“.. What was that?” You didn't quite catch what he was muttering.

Childe hugged you even tighter, this time you could feel your bodies sticking to each other without any distance. Some days he feels as warm and comforting as this, and other days he’s a raging inferno that burns you mercilessly.

"Don't go to him." He said, leaving you confused as to who he was talking about. "Don't go to Zhongli."

You froze. Your heart seems to stop and so does your mind.

Why did he bring up Zhongli all of a sudden? You can't make a guess. Does Childe know about his love confession to you? How? You keep wondering until you realize that nothing will change the fact that he knows.

Was that the reason he was this drunk?

You bit the inside of your cheek. Stop, he doesn't care that much about you to drink all kinds of liquor just because of that. After all, there's nothing for him to worry about anything that might happen between you and Zhongli when he already has his mistress.

"I was simply going to fetch you some water." You gently pushed him away from your body. Scanning his somber face, his expression reminds you of a stray puppy.

"Are you going to leave me again?"

Again? Hadn't he been the one doing that all along?

Before you said anything, he opened his lips again to continue the words in his drunkenness,

"You are so cold to me."

Childe said, and you looked up when you detected the tremble in his voice. The next thing you find are blue eyes filled with tears. You stood in agape, unable to believe what you're witnessing right now. Not only the fact that he's crying—he's crying because of you? Alcohol makes him a... different person.

A sob, “I don't want you to go.” He says and you're starting to believe that his drunken brain is seeing you as Lumine.

"I'm not Lady Lumine, you know." You mutter under your breath, luckily he didn't catch it.

A fat tear fell from his eye, you clearly didn't expect this. What happened between him and Lumine to make him this way? Something in your stomach twists knowing he was able to act like this because of her.

Childe sobbed, "I don't want you to go." He really does look like a golden retriever puppy now, minus the ears. " Don't you realize what you've done to me? You drive me insane, Princess. So, please don’t be cold to me, don't be warm to men other than me. If you did, I would be furious."

You remain silent.

So what he said was directed at you? The warmth in your chest is here for you to curse. Only a fool takes the words of a drunk and now you're not sure if you're one of them or not.

You want to believe you aren't.

However, even though his words were so sweet, somehow they were received bitterly on your tongue. Maybe because you know the sober Childe would never say something like this, or even anything close. You hate his drastic changes in his character—you hate how he can act like you are his world and then act the other way around the next day.

"You really are drunk." You said, slapping away his hand around your wrist to break free, he was taken aback by your sudden action. "I'll fetch you some water so you can at least sober up a little."

You walked to the table, poured water into a glass. When you turned around, you couldn't help but sigh as you looked back up at him.

“(Y/N)..” He was still with his puppy ​​eyes.

“Please sit on the bed, Your High—”

“Ajax!” He corrects loudly it startles you.

Another obvious sigh escapes you. "Alright, Ajax, can you sit on the bed?" You feel like you're teaching toddlers.

Much to your surprise, he obeys you. Childe sat on the edge of your bed with sagging shoulders. He waits for you to stand in front of him, gives him the glass and supports his hand to keep it from slipping.

"Drink it." He stared at you with wide eyes as you ordered him.

Childe did what you told him without thinking twice. He brought the glass to his lips and drank it, his Adam's apple bobbing with every gulp. Once the glass is empty, you take it from him then put it on the nightstand.

You opened your mouth, “You should—”

Before finishing your sentence telling him to return to his room, a pair of strong arms have found their way to wrap around your waist. You got goosebumps from the sensation of his fingers touching your back. Childe brings you closer to rest his head against your stomach while he closes his eyes.

"Don't force me to leave, please."

A voice that sounded fragile, as if he would die if he spent even a second away from you. You think it couldn't be further from the truth. Whereas in reality, he didn’t long for heaven any more than he wanted to stay here with you.

Childe hugged you tighter, you could feel the warmth of his cheeks against your thin nightgown. Instead of letting your hands hang awkwardly by your sides, you rest them on the top of his head, caressing strand after strand of his ginger hair. Everything will be forgotten the next morning, as if it never happened.

"Don't go." he repeated.

"I'm not going to." You reply with either a promise or a lie.

"I've left her." He says.

You furrowed your brows, “What do you mean—”

"I've left Lumine."

As soon as it was said, it has the magic to keep you frozen without moving a muscle. After your brain processed it, your eyes darted to the top of his head.

He had left Lumine?

You don't know what to feel. Childe had said almost the same thing before, and it ended up being a promise he broke. However, you repeated the vision you recently had—a drastically altered image that doesn't show anything about Lumine being pregnant with his child or your divorce from him.

Fate has changed again. You can't help but assume it's linked to their split.

Though this doesn't mean you can trust him right away—especially after everything he has put you through. You also don't know for what reason he knelt in front of the Divine Tree. Even if this is one of his improvements, it does not mean he has entirely changed into someone who will never hurt you again.

The hands around your waist loosened. You glanced at him and saw that he was fast asleep. Slowly, you pushed him onto the bed, then tucked him in.

Childe, Zhongli, and destiny.. all of this overwhelms you.

Whatever this sound he was hearing, it irritated him. Still with his eyes closed, Childe let out a grumble—which then made the noise stop. However, once he recognized it, he no longer had any intention of continuing his sleep.

The sound of a group of people trying to speak softly but failed. He never found it in every morning waking up from his sleep.

The eyelids opened wide, showing blue irises that then squinted from the sunlight that fell right on him. He was even more confused when he found an unfamiliar room arrangement—obviously not his. Just as he was about to shift, he felt his skin brushed against what he assumed was silk.

Not only did he find himself shirtless on someone else's bed, but he also noticed four pairs of eyes staring back at him.

“Your Highness.”

Your voice greeted him in a foreign manner, but he didn't protest because he was distracted by his confusion. Your ladies-in-waiting are standing behind you, assisting you in getting ready by fixing your hair and putting make-up on your face. If it hadn't been for the awkward circumstance, Childe would have taken his time admiring how stunning you look.

“(Y/N)?” He looked at you in surprise.

Still with a flat expression, your hand gestured for your ladies-in-waiting to stop their work, saying the make-up was enough and asking them to leave the room leaving you and Childe alone.

After the ladies left, he broke the silence between you by asking: "How did I get here?"

You walked closer, standing some distance from him. "Don't you recall? You came into my chamber unexpectedly last night." You said.

Childe widened his eyes from hearing your answer. He doesn't remember anything about it, just how drunk was he last night? More importantly, what had he done in those few hours which he couldn't remember?

Swallowing hard, he mustered up the courage to ask again, "Did I say or do anything strange?"

Now, it's your turn to be silent, it doesn't help the anxiety in him. Did he tell you what made him drink so much liquor that he forgot everything? Even worse, did he profess his newfound love for you on that very night? Oh, if that's true then Childe doesn't know what he's—

"No."

You were too fast and blunt in your response to tell him that you still treated him coldly.

Despite the fact that he was relieved and certain that nothing had happened between the two of you last night based on the reality that nothing had changed from your treatment of him, Childe also couldn't deny that he felt a little desperate.

Childe broke out a bitter smile, "Is that so?"

You nod as if deaf to the melancholy in his voice. "You did nothing but sleep on my bed." His eyes widen from what you said. "Don't be worried. I slept on the couch.”

Why disappointment came to him? Does he secretly wish you'd let him hold you in your sleep?

The shame of desiring something he can't have consumes him. The woman who stood a few distances in front of him, who held heaven in her eyes and star dust in every strand of her soft hair. What must he risk in order for you to share part of your warmth with his dead soul once more?

This is karma.

In this silence, Childe uses it to look at your face, while you consider it nothing more than a waste of time. Today will be busier than usual considering it's the first day of the hunt.

"I requested that the cook bring you some hangover soup. You should hurry and prepare.” You said.

His lips part to say he wants to stay with you. In his heart, he hopes that maybe—just maybe— you'll give a little bit of your kindness to let him

“..Right.” But, he instead said this then got out of bed.

Childe didn't notice how his shoulders slumped like a defeated man. He shuffled his limbs, grabbing the doorknob with his hand.

"Wait."

As if he was following your orders, his body stopped moving completely. He turns his head to see you taking something from the drawer before walking towards him.

When you stand in front of him, Childe is again reminded how you are the most capable of taking his breath away. The outlines of the face he longed to touch, he wished he could trace it with his fingers—which now do nothing more than clench at his sides. Did you know that inside his ribs, his heart sings hymns creating thousands if not millions of melodies for you?

Blue eyes follow curiously as you reach out, revealing a handkerchief above your palm.

“Here.” You signal him to take it. “I made it for you while we were still in Zelenossosh. I should have given it sooner, but none of us seems to have found the proper time.”

That is quite true. Shortly after your return to the capital, you two got into the argument and you avoided him for a week.

Childe examined the gift in his hand. A yarrow flower was embroidered on it—compared to his mother's work, it was a bit untidy. However, what makes it special is this from you. Even if you simply embroider one horizontal line, it will melt the caverns of his almost frozen heart from your cold treatment.

Unexpectedly, a prince who grew up with the world's luxuries at his fingertips could hold a simple handkerchief with such care as if it would break if he dropped it.

You stared at him still fixing his eyes on your embroidery, trying not to wonder what he thought of it. Now that you have given it, there is no more reason for him to stay in your room.

"That is all. You are free to return to your chamber." You said, about to turn around leaving him.

"Wait!"

His hand grabs yours suddenly. You looked at him with wide eyes, then examined his face, then his lips parted about to say something.

"Prey.." He uttered breathlessly. “What prey do you want?” He asked, then patiently awaited your response.

Ah, you are reminded of the last time you brought this up.

From the bad memory that followed later, you let go of your hand from his grasp—this time more gently, saving the pieces of his heart from thinking you rejected him.

"I have no interest in such things." You see something disappear from his eyes, yet you can't put your finger on it. Is he really waiting for your answer? If you ask for something, will he give you it?

On the other hand, Childe returned to melancholy. His hand was still outstretched as if he didn't want the remnants of warmth from holding yours to quickly disappear. It's so easy for you to slip out of his fingers, like sand on the seashore. The sunlight from the window mocked him for its ability to touch you without being swatted away.

"Rabbits."

Blue eyes widened when he heard it. He raised his head to meet your gaze.

You cross your arms in front of your chest. "But, you cannot capture them with arrows." You said. "I must receive them alive if I am to maintain them in the palace garden."

Childe processed what you said and you expected him to reject it. That's fine, after all you also don't expect anything from the start of the hunting competition. However, to your surprise, instead of considering your request strange, he actually hosted a wide smile that appeared too suddenly.

"Rabbits... alright." he said happily. "Alright." He repeated, you furrowed your brows.

A moment later, Childe turned the doorknob, swinging it out of the room. It sends shivers through your body seeing how his demeanor changes suddenly without warning. In your muttering, you hope he won't do anything stupid.

The first day of the hunt has begun. The participating nobles had slung their bows over their backs as they made their way towards the thick forest of Snezhnaya. Chins lifted high, a mark of pride and confidence in bringing home the most prey and winning the championship.

“Your Highness.” An all too familiar voice called out to you, making you turn to the handsome face of the Duke of Morax—the same man who had confessed his love to you the night before.

Instantly, your cheeks feel warm as soon as you realize that the amber still holds the same warmth for you. It's like a secondary sun, keeping you warm and dry when you're near him.

“Zhong—ahem, Duke Zhongli.” Despite your doubts, you addressed him in the same formality as how he addressed you just now.

When he smiles sweetly, you find it hard to maintain eye contact. Then you shift your look to the red line at the bottom corner of his eyes, then taking more detail on the brown strands ending with the ends that are the same hue as his eyes.

Did he approach you to ask for your answer to his love confession? If that's the case, what should you tell him—

Zhongli extended his hand and asked for yours to cup. You looked at him with wide eyes, while he was still smiling as if he knew very well what he was doing. There was no demands in his gaze, he was not waiting for any answer.

Although hesitant, you put your hand which he then stroked. " Would you be willing to wish me luck on my hunt?" he asked.

Biting your lip, you nodded slowly. "I... I wish you good luck." It's impossible for you not to stutter when he stares at you so deeply, full of love and adoration in his amber eyes.

His lips smile before they land on your gloved hand. Eyelids close before opening and glance at the source of the sound of footsteps beside you.

The hold of his hand on yours was too gentle and long for Childe not to burn with jealousy. Green looked disgusting on him. Seeing you fixing your fixated eyes on a man who knows he's touching his wife makes Childe want to pull you away.

However, Childe didn't want to blatantly show you that.

Zhongli straightened his back. “A white fox, would you like that?” he asked.

You nod at his offer without thinking, pleasing him with how adorable you look with enlarged eyes. Zhongli finally let go of your hand slowly, then turned to Childe to alert you of his presence.

“Your Highness Prince Childe.” Zhongli bowed.

Childe glared, “Duke.” A great sin if his lips say his name.

Zhongli turned to you, "Then I will take my leave." He said more to only you than to both of you. He twisted his feet, turning towards the hunting area.

Five seconds after being left alone with you, Childe opened his mouth, "You told me you wanted rabbits." He had no intention of hiding his annoyance.

“That I did.”

Childe tried to ignore your short answer and the shift in your facial expression that morphed into something cold. He continued his sentence again, “But, you asked him for a white fox. You know I'm capable of giving you more than that.”

You turned around and found him with a crumpled face—you're not sure which you prefer, him with his fake smile or him expressing his true feelings. Your chest rises and falls as you exhale from your lips. You turn your heels to approach him, watching his face turn from annoyed to confused and curious.

You stopped right in front of him. "The rabbits are enough." you said.

Childe flinched when you reached up to touch the strands of ginger. The blue eyes that widen from the sudden gesture capture more detail about you. This spring is no match for your beauty, the flowers in this garden are jealous of your eternal bloom. The depths of his heart screamed in his desire to be under your touch forever.

You brushed the flower petals from his hair, dropping them later. Yet, he was still glued to you instead of watching it swing back and forth before it hit the ground.

"Good luck on your hunt, Your Highness." You gave him a brief bow before walking away.

Even though you've drifted away from him to approach the other noble women, his attention remains fixed on you, observing every motion you make. Childe touches where you previously touched him as if he were collecting the pixie dust you left on him.

You've already arrived at the tea table, occupied by noble ladies. Rosalyne sat on your left, while Princess Ayaka of Inazuma is on the other side. The servants began pouring tea into cups, with others carrying out freshly baked pastries.

"My husband has to bring home at least one bear." One of the nobles said.

A smile as your response, allowing the other to reply. You bring your teacup to your lips. It would be a long, tedious time waiting for the men to return from the hunting grounds.

"Who do you think will be the winner this year, Your Highness?" Rosalyne asked you.

“Isn't His Highness Prince Childe the winner every year? Though I do hope my big brother will eventually defeat him this year.” Ayaka said before cutting the cake with a small fork and eating it.

Your under eyes crinkle from the fake smile you put on. "Wouldn't it be nice if there was a change?"

"Does this mean you wish for someone else to win?"

From their growing enthusiasm, you only answered with the shortest response, "Perhaps." You returned to sipping your tea.

Whereas in the hunting grounds, many arrows were fired at their prey. However, in stark contrast to the people making their way through dirt and puddles to reach the deeper parts of the forest for their worthy prey; Childe, the hunt's yearly winner, was busy stalking the rabbit hole with his confidant.

"Your Highness, if you want to catch bears or wolves, they aren’t near here." He said, raising the Prince's beloved bow in his hand.

"I know." Childe replied.

Dmitri widened his eyes, “Then what are we waiting for? Let's go there—”

"Shut up, you're going to scare them."

"Them?" Dmitri stares at him in confusion, clearly demanding an explanation which Childe responds by pointing his chin towards a herd of rabbits. “What—I’m sorry, Your Highness, but I’m afraid I don’t follow. Are you saying you're going to catch rabbits? Of all the many kinds of preys?”

From imagining you holding these little guys in your lap, Childe smiled before responding with: “Yes.”

"Surely you're kidding."

Tired of his rambling, Childe quickly dropped his beaming face. “Am not.” He stated as he took cautious steps towards the small creatures, effortlessly catching them with his hands. "Ha! You’re mine! Bring me a cage, Dmitri! A big one!"

Dmitri had been his confidant for years but, never in his life had he expected to find Childe—the fearful warlord ‘Tartaglia’—willing to dirty his shirt and gloves only to capture a few bunnies, and if that wasn't strange enough, he did it with a large smile on his face.

Oh, he's gone mad.

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