#x self insert

[lenny-link]

loosing my mind over spy lol

here some Spy x self-insert /x Engineer /x fem!spy lolol

im collecting every fanart of this man with the white&gold/blue&black dress lmao

[plutoispurplw]

Cardigan PT2

Summary: Spencer is feeling guilty and reader is nervous about the pregnancy.

Couple: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Spencer being a bad boyfriend, mention of miscarriage (not the actual baby), pregnancy nausea.

A/N: appreciate this and plss reblog

note: English is not my first language and I'm accepting requests!

The days passed. The team tried to reach out to you, to talk about what happened but you didn't answer except when Penelope called you.

She was the only one who knew about your pregnancy, she probably would be worried about you and the baby so you decide to answer.

"Hi Y/N, what are you doing?" Her voice sounded animated, it felt warm and made you comfortable to talk, she was the person you could talk to right now.

"Doing laundry at my friend's house, I need to do something to keep my mind clear."

"Dear I know you don't wanna talk about him but have you told him about the baby?" Her voice was empathetic, you know she was worried about your mental health and you hiding your pregnancy from him.

For a moment you felt your eyes start to crystallize, the wound was still new and it hurt. "I couldn't, how could I if he had been acting weird for the past months?"

"You're gonna come back?" She asks you again, her voice sounding more sentimental and nostalgic. You didn't wanna leave her too like Derek had to.

"I still don't know but we're gonna still be friends so don't worry, you can't escape from me." You try to comfort her with your words but you still feel like it doesn't work, you decide to send her a photo of the ultrasound where the baby was a little visible.

When she saw the photo she nearly yelled with enthusiasm. "She or he looks so cute already, I can't wait to buy baby clothes and toys."

"Me too."

Two weeks later you came back to the BAU office, and everyone looked surprised to see you there, you supposed that they already knew about the fight and that you left the apartment but not the reason why.

When Spencer saw you he looked guilty, you could notice small changes in him because, after all, you're the one who has been waking up by his side for almost three years.

The dark bags under his eyes were more noticeable and his expression looked like he hadn't been sleeping well all these days. His hair looks a little more messy. The guilt was eating him alive

Jennifer couldn't look at you when she saw you she walked to another place in the office, you decided to try to be the most civilized you could with them but it was hard.

How could she listen to you talking about Spencer being less affectionate with you and acting more distant while she knew the reason?

The only reason why you haven't yelled at her was because she had been supporting you after you had a miscarriage, she hugged you telling you that she knew how you felt. She comforts you

That's what hurt you the most, that they decided to lie to you in the face, that they acted like nothing was happening and yes, they never had an affair but the feeling was there, the stares, the internal jokes, everything. She loved him after all these years and he maybe loved her too.

You couldn't bear that thought.

You only talked to Spencer when was necessary in the cases, there was always a certain tension in the air when you both talked. The anger maybe or the sadness, maybe a mix of both.

You thought many times about finally telling him about your pregnancy. When you were pregnant the first time and you told him he cried, he was so happy about knowing he was gonna have a child and that he was gonna be a father.

He promises you to never be like his father and always take of both of you. He took care of you like you were a porcelain doll that could break if the air was strong.

When the miscarriage happened he stayed with you in the hospital, holding you while you cried. He was the reason why you got up from the bed even on the worst days.

In another case you were throwing up in the bathroom, the pregnancy nausea was the worst thing you ever had experience and the worst part was trying to hide it from the team.

When you got out of the bathroom Spencer was there and he looked concerned about you. "Are you feeling well? You have been throwing up these last days."

"Yes, I'm just feeling bad because of something I ate." You try to convince him but you can see in his eyes that he didn't believe a word of what you said.

"I wanna talk to you about something, after this case, you wanna go to the apartment to talk? You don't have to come back but I need to talk with you." He sounded nervous, it was the first time he looked you in the eyes after everything.

Surprisingly you decide to go accept. "It would be okay." Maybe you could listen to whatever he says, it wouldn’t hurt, wouldn’t it?

It was time to tell him the truth, for the sake of the baby and your mental health, you live worried about having a miscarriage again. Sometimes you fall asleep after crying for the baby.

After the case ended and everyone was back again in Quantico, you decided to go to Spencer's apartment, your apartment.

When you knock on the door you hear things moving inside and footsteps, after a moment Spencer opens the door. "Hi Y/N" He gave you a small smile, the most precious smile you ever seen.

"Hi, Spencer." You try to make your voice more gentle and you smile at him too. You cover your belly with your bag, just trying to cover your pregnancy for a couple of minutes more.

He moved to the side and let you pass, the apartment looked clean, and you noticed something on the coffee table of the living room, there was a gift bag of your favorite color. When you saw it Spencer took the bag and moved it to the bedroom, maybe it wasn't for you.

You walk towards the couch and sit on it, Spencer sits on the opposite side. The silence was awkward, you were playing with your bracelet waiting for him to talk.

"I'm sorry" When you turned to look at him you found him looking at you, his eyes were filled with affection again, it was like before.

"I'm sorry for being for distant from you, you didn't deserve it, I was an idiot for treating you like that and making you have questions all the time." His voice sounds regretful, his eyes stay on yours. "I'm not gonna ask you to forgive me if you can't, if you want you can stay in the apartment and I move out, you don't have to worry about anything."

You felt tears running down your cheeks, this was the end? If it was you decide to ask him the only question you want an answer "You love Jennifer?"

He stayed quiet and you thought the worst when you tried to get up he stopped you. "No, I don't love her, I was confused about my feelings for her but right now I promise you that I don't love her."

He got closer to you and wiped your treacherous tears from your cheeks, he cupped your face with gentle hands, hands that caressed your skin like it was silk. "I love you, you're the love of my life and If you wanna stay with me I do whatever you want, I can stop being her friend, we can move to another state, whatever you want."

You started to cried harder, you felt his arms involving your body like a warm blanket. Your face was hiding on his chest, pouring your tears on his shirt. You felt at peace right now but deep inside the sadness was still there, haunting you like a ghost.

He then tried to kiss you but you pulled away from him. He look at you confused waiting for you to say something. "I still don't know if I can forgive you Spencer. I'm still very hurt by everything and I feel like if I take a decision right now I would be rushing everything." Your voice was apologetic even if you didn't do anything wrong here, but still you felt guilty.

He gave you a slightly nod, a silent way of telling that it was fine. "It's okay, you don't have to take a decision right now, I will wait." He look regretful, you could see right through him and all you see was him feeling like he didn't deserve your forgiveness, a part of you felt like this too.

All the next week Spencer had been avoiding you and you also notice that he wasn't longer talking with Jennifer, just if it was necessary for the cases. On the weekend you were back in his apartment to take dinner with him that was more like talking and telling him about the baby.

While you were having dinner, you could't keep the secret anymore from him.

"Spencer, I'm pregnant." You whisper to him, he stop moving for a moment after hearing those words falling from your lips, the unbearable pressure on you was gone, it was lifted from your chest letting you breathe freely after a a long time.

When his genius brain started working again he got up from the chair and walked towards you, he pulled you from the chair too, his arms embraced you in a blink, his face hiding on your neck.

You feel how your body was being crushed in the most loving way in the world.

He pulled you from his embrace enough to see your face, he couldn't believe it. "How long have you know about the pregnancy?" His words were serious but you still could feel the happiness from knowing that he was gonna be a father.

"Since almost three months ago, before it happen all of this." His expression become remorseful, the happiness that he had gotten only moments ago was gone again like the waves of the ocean.

He then stopped hugging you and left the room for a moment, and minutes later he was back with the gift from earlier, and he handed it to you like it was fragile. "Open it, it's a gift for you."

When you open it you found a vinyl from your favorite artist and a pearl bush tone cardigan that had sewn stars of a gray tone. You took the cardigan from the bag and tried on your body, it was a little big for your body but you didn't mind.

"You think you can give me second chance?" He whisper against your hair, voice that sounded hopeful for your forgiveness.

You still were conflicted by everything but you know he was your baby's father, you would always be linked to him. A invisible string was tying you to him.

So you said the words that your mind keep telling you to wait more before speaking them. "I give you second chance."

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[brights-place]

Dating Baji Keisuke

A/N: These are headcannons of whats it like dating Baji and it's so long cause I had SOOO many head cannons.

He likes when you play with his hair and do random hairstyles for him, sometimes he goes to tomans meetings with these hairstyles and chifuyu makes fun of him by saying that he is too submissive but he just glares.

He likes to paint your nails and you like painting his.

He trusts you when you talk to other males or females or non-binary’s

He's more of a best friend than a boyfriend, he likes you to tell him about your problems or the gossip you find out about school or the rumors that exist about Toman for a laugh because some of them are very stupid.

Baji is sometimes hungry early in the morning, so he gets up to cook noodles with cheese and also makes a plate of noodles for you so that you are not hungry either.

When they go out for a walk on the street, he always has food and animals with him to catch them and take them to an adoption center since he already has too many sanitary products and they don't let him have more.

When Baji Gets suspended he drives your school and tries to find you at your break to rant to you about it.

Sometimes he likes to dance with you in his room.

He asks chifuyu for advice since he read romance manga and when Baji takes that advice you squeal because you find out he's trying his hardest to show you lots of love.

The first time you went to his house, his mother got excited and started showing you the pictures of Baji as a baby. Baji yelled at his Mother flustered.

One day at school, he almost punched the teachers because a child put gum in his hair and he didn't want to cut it, so you spent the whole afternoon taking the gum from his hair, he was almost crying

Outside his apartment, he has cat food and water for the kittens who came home

He loves holding you close to him.

You nearly cried when seeing him hurt Takemichi and say he was leaving Toman he never told you what he was planning and he tells you everything.

It's normal that he sometimes wakes up at midnight because he was hungry and bugs you about it.

He is afraid of you and his mother when you guys are angry at him.

His friends always make fun of him because his attitude changes a lot when he is with you and when you are gone, he beats up all the people who made fun of him but when you told him he can show his true self he literally hugs the life out of you and shows you his true self you found it chaotic but you loved it and was glad he showed himself more to you.

He shows PDA no matter if it’s public or just you two.

He will protect you forever it may bother you, but you know he doesn't want to lose you

He teaches you self-defense in case they attack you and he is not close to you to protect you

When he can't sleep, he will text you that he will be picking you up at home so that they can take a motorcycle ride and go see the stars.

When you introduced him to your parents, he was very nervous thinking that they would despise him for being in a gang, but your parents didn't care and they only asked him to protect you.

He is a little jealous, but he tries to hide it, which does not work for him, he always tries to tell you what bothers him so that you can solve it together.

When you make a hairstyle on him, he doesn't take it off for anything in the world, only when he has a fight that he has to tie his hair well to be able to fight better, but then he goes to you to do it again.

Baji Hates seeing you get hurt it annoys him and angers the ever loving shit out of him so the other gang there fighting Baji would be rocking there shit.

[weirdonumber33]

“So a date”

[sluttyskullowner]

"drunk on jealousy" Rodrick x fem! jealous! Reader

TW: (story is supposed to be angst into fluff) this story includes; yelling, arguing, alcohol //abuse//, underage drinking, jealousy. she went out back to the party, walking over to her younger sister Holly. "Where's Heather?" Y/n asked, avoiding talking to anyone in the room that she forced a smile when they passed by. "Uhm..." Holly pondered, before pointing out Heather who was rolling her eyes to Rodrick's flirting attempts. Y/n felt her fist ball up before she stormed over to some guys who were serving totally not alcoholic spiked drinks, She snagged at least 4 of those and gulped them down. The taste was terrible, A mixture of strawberry, bubblegum and cotton candy packed up into only a few drinks, After Y/n chugged the drinks she stole someone's redbull that was halfway empty and forced it down her throat to be rid of the horrible taste in her mouth. Y/n soon enough was drunk enough to stomp over to Heather, who started bragging about how much she was enjoying her party. Y/n grabbed Heather by the arm, who turned to look at our drunk little pissed off queen. "Ew, What do you want?" Heather aked, disgusted. "We're twins, It's our birthday, stop saying it's yours." Y/n corrected Heather, glaring up at her blonde preppy sister who just glared back. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to, Y/n!?" Heather yelled, beginning to cause a scene. Heather wants to cause a fight? She'll get one. Y/n began to yell at her, her fist balled up and fuming with rage. "We're siblings! How are you this much of a dick to me?! To fuckin' everyone?! Hell, The guy who I've loved for almost three years is obsessed with YOU. You fucking HATE him, And you know I like him-- Like the bitch you are!" Y/n yelled right in Heather's face, glaring harshly before Heather slapped Y/n across the face, Which made Holly, Heather, Y/n, Rodrick and everyone else either flinch, their eyes widen or gasp. Y/n got pushed back a little by the slap, staring at her hand that was holding her cheek a moment ago. Y/n screamed, launching at Heather before grabbing her hair, pulling it and beginning to start a fight, Until a few classmates pulled Y/n off of her sister. The enraged drunk girl panted heavily, glancing over at Holly before her friend.. before Rodrick. Y/n quickly ran out of the party, holding onto her dress while looking for a place to let the tears fall that teased her eyes like how her sister had teased her for years, she eventually hid behind her house and began crying so much that her makeup was ruined, before she heard rustling, before she could react though, someone sat down next to her, she turned her hair to see who the culprit was and her eyes widened to see the infamous Rodrick Heffley again, y/n's eyes softened before looking down at the ground. "Go ahead, Laugh at me.." y/n said softly. "what?" Rodrick asked, confused and a bit concerned for her. "You aren't gonna laugh at me? Really? I just made a fool of myself.." y/n whimpered, rubbing her eyes before sniffling. "I'm the wrong person to compare that too, y'know.. Remember Heather's sweet sixteen?" Rodrick chuckled. "you mean.. my sweet sixteen? yeah i do. i just went out and got drunk with my friends, though for the two weeks i heard about someone ruining heathers part-- ohh! Oh shit, that was you?!" y/n yelled, grinning with a laugh. "damn, good work there. yeah, that was me-- a full accident though." rodrick laughed, messing with his dark brown hair. "do you uhm.. want to hang out with me and my band? we can play you something special for your birthday?" rodrick suggested, smiling bashfully. "..really?" y/n questioned, rodrick just gave a single nod in response. "yeah, i'd like that.." y/n said, dreamily before wiping away her ruined makeup.

[clemberryfriends]

Ima be completely honest write what you write have fun and be creative go ahead I’m all for it but honestly if it’s not an x reader stop labeling it as an x reader especially if you have a name, describe the character etc cuz you know atp it’s either based of you or and OC and that’s okay do it

But stop labeling it as an x reader when it’s really and x OC I see it on Tumblr, AO3, and wattpad HELL even quotev some people really don’t enjoy that type of thing when your labeling as something it’s not just put in the description it’s NOT an x reader it’s and OC or a self insert sorry for the rant it’s just something I’ve been meaning to say for a while just a food for thought ig feel free to talk abt it in the comments or leave anything u may want to say in there to.

[jack-o-cel]

Funky lil doodle

Bonus:

[blighted-beak]

ok nah, fuck it... gonna make an actual post & tag it properly so people see it, because this feels like it should be a common courtesy

Authors who write x reader or self-insert fics, please specify the reader's intended gender/sex/pronouns at the start, for the sake of the fic, comfort of the reader, and comfort of anyone browsing your work

Even if you write primarily for a female audience, knowing this beforehand would save me (and others!) a lot of discomfort so I'm not blindsided by feminine pet names and terminology in a fic that I (wrongfully) assumed was gender-neutral because no gender or pronouns were specified

Being consistent and specifying this stuff also makes it so much easier for me to filter out content I don't want to see so I don't have to block whole blogs just to get it out of my feed

[sillyunknownkitkat]

Undertale

Sans :

Hypersexual reader comfort

Papyrus :

Hypersexual reader comfort

Frisk :

Nothing yet

Chara :

Nothing yet

Asriel :

Nothing yet

Toriel :

Nothing yet

Asgore :

Nothing yet

Astel/Astelle :

Nothing yet

Mettaton :

Nothing yet

Undyne :

Nothing yet

Alphys :

Nothing yet

Muffet :

Nothing yet

Grillby :

Nothing yet

Underswap

Blue (sans) :

Hypersexual reader comfort

Stretch (papyrus):

Hypersexual reader comfort

Swap (Gaster) :

Nothing yet

Others :

Nothing yet

Underfell

Red (sans) :

Hypersexual reader comfort

Edge (papyrus) :

Hypersexual reader comfort

Fell (gaster) :

Nothing yet

Others :

Nothing yet

Swapfell

Viper (sans) :

Nothing yet

Puppy/pup (papyrus) :

Nothing yet

Sf/??? (Gaster) :

Nothing yet

Others :

Nothing yet

Other Au's

Ink :

Ink x clingy/touchy reader (kinda Ink slender I'm sorry)

Error :

Nothing yet

Dream :

Nothing yet

Nightmare :

Nothing yet

Axe/Bear (ht sans) :

Nothing yet

Killer :

Nothing yet

Dust :

Nothing yet

Fresh :

Nothing yet

Cross :

Nothing yet

Geno :

Nothing yet

Reaper :

Nothing yet

Birdie (aviantale sans) :

Nothing yet

G (echotale gaster!sans) :

Nothing yet

Epic :

Nothing yet

Others :

Nothing yet

All credits to the characters belong to their original creator. I do not proclaim them as mine. Undertale belongs to TobyFox

Last updated : the 2nd December 2023

[tempural]

commission: piston hurricane x self insert prismacolor marker and brush ink on 9x12 bristol paper

[labrujitadelamor]

Imagine #4:

You always admired the way she wore her clothes, her hair, and the perfume she wore; the pendant on her neck that lingered.

You also began to admire the flavor of her ~chapstick~ and the way her fingers would tangle in yours. Your legs around her and the way her chest felt against yours…

[xviiper-rents-houses]

Chapter One. Metallic blood.

(Name) was already wide awake by the time the aircraft reached its destination. Startled awake by the hooded man in question.

He had merely tapped (Name) on the shoulder. That had been enough to shoot (pronoun) out of (pronoun) loose sleep.

The hooded man stumbled back in surprise, eyes widened. His hand shot up, almost to grab at his heart.

But, he quickly shot it down; perhaps self conscious about appearing "weak." (Name) stood up awkwardly, looking up at the male.

Glaciers found in the Antarctic seemed to swirl about inside, with captivating beauty. The sniper's hood provided darkness over them, almost haunting.

The stranger quirked his head to the right, signalling for (Name) to group up with the others. He followed behind (pronoun), frame hunched forward.

(Name)'s heart thundered with anticipation as the captain called out the close arrival to the location. Guns' safety were checked and any last mess was cleaned up.

When the hangar door creaked open, it was expected for the soldiers to jump out almost immediately. (Name) fastened (pronoun) gloved hands to the hanging rope and propelled downward.

The night sky was dark and foreboding. Swallowing a lump in (pronoun) throat,(Name) would watch the task force captain hand out orders.

(Pronoun) stood rigid in the group, placing input when needed. Once given instructions, (Name) was left to work with the icy-eyed man now known as König.

(Name) wasn't sure if he liked the idea of working with (pronoun). Maybe a friendly wave could help ease tensions? (Name) directed (pronoun) hand through the air, trying (pronoun) best to be inviting.

König simply blinked, staring down at (Name). It was awkward. “(Your response, ignore if you do not say anything).”Slowly, however, with index and middle finger pressed together, König returned the gesture in a small movement.

He walked forward, looking over his shoulder to be sure (Name) followed. Both disappeared into the hedge, swallowed by the grass blades.

A brisk pace would have to be made for a chance to set a plan. König crouched down in the grass, (Name) doing the same.

(Pronoun) pulled out (pronoun) binoculars. About ten yards was a base target. (Name) and König were tasked with removing assailents from the outside for safe access to the inside.

König waved for (Name) to follow him. (Pronoun) let out a brief sigh, trying to calm (pronoun) nerves.

It had come to (Name)'s attention that König used waves and points to direct what he wanted (pronoun) to do.

Albeit it was difficult to see what he was trying to communicate at times, (Name) would do (pronoun) absolute best. It poured rain in the area, soaking through (Name)'s clothes.

In the low light, (Name) could see König’s muscles well defined in detail. (Pronoun) did the best (pronoun) could to avoid looking at his immaculate physique.

Ahead, was a building. Multiple guards surrounding it. There was no doubt that there would have to be a fight to get inside.

(Name) swallowed a growing lump in (pronoun) throat. König made the first move. (Name) had no choice but to follow.

The terror ensued. Seeing a horde of soldiers easily overcome by one man alone. Precise punches and excellent lacerations made quick work of the enemy.

The exploding sound of guns filled the night. Fear choked (Name)'s throat. (Pronoun) felt horrible.

(Name) felt even worse when (pronoun) could only take out a few guards. One had approached (Name) and had managed to get the upper hand on (pronoun).

Fighting like a lion, (Name) felt humiliated when König had to stop what he was doing to simply snap the opponent’s neck right in front of (pronoun).

It was a silent warning. Get a hold of yourself and stay out of my way if you can’t pull your own weight. With a brief “thank you,” (Name) recovered quickly and followed König.

(Name) snatched one last glance at the dead body. With the targets neutralised, (Name) felt like now (pronoun) could finally do something right and be helpful.

Breathing a sigh of short relief, (Name) approached the door and began (pronoun) work on undoing the lock. There was no chance of a silent entrance anymore.

The heavy breathing over (Name)’s shoulder only made (pronoun) anxiety even worse. König stood impatiently, his bloodlust not quenched.

Gunshots resounded inside of the building, reminding König how much he was missing out on.

(Name) felt even worse now. Another screw up. (Pronoun) hands clammed with sweat induced nerves. König balled his fists, pulling in a breath and reaching for his gun.

He prepared to go inside. (Name) squinted (pronoun) eyes at a certain cranny in the lock. “Faster,” König demanded.

(Name) panicked, finally undoing the lock clumsily and jumping aside as the bulking soldier practically shoved past (pronoun).

(Name) was certain he had gotten very irritated with (pronoun). (Name) could only watch as the seasoned soldier moved smartly though the surroundings.

(Name) entered the building slowly and carefully, eyes flitting around the surroundings. It was damp and cold.

The air smelled musty. (Name)’s eyes watered at the stench in the building and how quick everything was happening.

Ahead, (Name) heard the groaning of a chair. Curiosity piqued, (Name) did a quick check of (pronoun) surroundings and proceeded forward.

In the chair, was a rather beaten up and gagged male. (Name) approached and snapped (pronoun) fingers in front of his face.

Bleary, tear-filled eyes gazed back at the shocked (ethnicity) (gender preference/orientation). His head lulled forward and (Name) had to catch him.

(Name) pulled (pronoun) blade out and cut the bonds. (Pronoun) kept sharp ears on (pronoun) surroundings, worrying about being attacked without warning.

(Name) managed to help the sickly male up by forcing much of his weight on (pronoun). The two sauntered over to a sheltered area, (Name) pulling out what (pronoun) had to help clean up some of the wounds.

Having a medical background was something (Name) was not the most proud of. (Pronoun) could have been anything else in life. It was both a blessing and a curse.

To save lives was something important to any human. But, the toll it took on the mind was the curse. Especially peer judgement. Sharp and cruel words said to jab at the worker themself.

Then the expectation to please everyone with your handiwork. To be the servant. (Pronoun) never wanted that stress. Yes, (Name) wanted to help people in (pronoun) life.

But, sometimes, (Name) wished (pronoun) did not have the gifts that (pronoun) had. A few stray gunshots zoomed by (Name’s) head, casting a wave of sharp wind.

Wide (eye preference) optics gawked at the shining, swiftly spinning silver whizzing right on by. Everything moved in slow motion.

(Name) brought a shaking hand to (pronoun) cheek, gulping. Bright, red blood trickled glistened in the low lit room.

A tight grip of the stranger snapped (Name) out of (pronoun) thoughts. (Pronoun) pulled the man backward into (pronoun) chest, holding the significantly malnourished male in (pronoun) arms.

(Name) looked around wildly. A yell in the distance caught (Name)’s adrenaline heightened senses. (Name) began to question parts of (pronoun) sanity when (pronoun) saw König hit the ground hard.

(Name) leaned the hostage against a crate and made the move to help König. A gust of wind and a blast cracked in the night.

König convulsed, limbs flailing as he let out a cry. Crashing on top of him was assumed to be his assailant. Without thinking to use (pronoun) gun, (Name) launched (pronoun)self forward, barrelling into the opponent.

“Wretched whore-” (Name) threw a punch without warning, reeling (pronoun) non-dominant hand back for another.

The foe caught it, smirking. With a buck of his hips and a kick in the stomach, the adversary launched (Name) into the air, swinging (pronoun) to land on (pronoun) back.

(Name) yelped, coughing and out of breath. Quickly, (Name) pulled out (pronoun) knife. Blood splattered through the air and sprayed (Name).

Running out of fresh air, (Name) choked on the flood of gushing lifeline. (Name) rolled over, twisting the knife cruelly in the divot of the opponent’s throat.

(Name) wiped off (pronoun) face, coughing harshly. He was dead. (Name) stood up, staggering. (Pronoun) took deep ragged breaths.

“ (Call name), do you copy?” (Name) blinked, trying to grasp a handle of the situation (pronoun) was in.

Glinting in the distance was the rest of (Name)’s team, guns raised and moving about. Inspecting each corner and making their way to the trio.

(Pronoun) looked to the malnourished male laid against the wall. Bending down to do a quick inspection, (Name) breathed a sigh of relief to see him still alive.

(Name) stayed low to the ground, eyes flitting around. “ (Call name), do you copy?” Spurred into a reaction, (Name) pulled out (pronoun) communicator and replied.

Exasperated, (Name) caught (pronoun) breath as (pronoun) spoke. “Yes, yes I copy. Two of our own are down near the front entrance, waiting for arrival,” (Name) answered.

Looking down at the puddle of blood around (pronoun), (Name) took a deep breath and prepared to check over König.

(Name) watched as other members of (pronoun) task force moved to assist the hostage (pronoun) had leaned against the crate.

“König, are you with us?” (Name) asked as (pronoun) looked down at the winded male. He lifted his arm, groaning in pain.

With a quick movement, (Name) gently pushed his arm down. “Tell me where you were shot, and just stay still.”

“Right arm,” König obliged, groaning as he closed his eyes. Nodding in recognition, (Name) fished into (pronoun) bag to pull out a rope.

From (pronoun) surroundings, (Name) grabbed a stick. König watched (Name)’s every movement, eyes wide behind the veil of his sniper’s hood.

(Name) worked to create a makeshift tourniquet. (Pronoun) turned to König, making direct eye contact. König’s spectacles shifted away in what could be seen as shyness.

“You’re going to feel a tight pressure on your shoulder. I’m twisting this until it’s tight enough to cut off blood. You won’t lose anymore when I do this,” (Name) formally explained.

König’s cold eyes flashed into (Name)’s own doubt and curiosity flashing in them. (Name) offered a small smile, looking to (pronoun) work.

(Name) began (pronoun) work with the tool, cutting off the blood. A light hiss was heard as (Name) tightened the rope around his shoulder.

(Name) looked up to see other teammates approaching to help (pronoun) with lifting the mass of a man. (Name) gladly accepted, moving after with a quick pace.

Everyone got on the ship with a successful mission. (Name) moved to (pronoun) original corner in which (pronoun) sat in at the start of the mission.

(Pronoun) looked at the others sitting in their seats. (Name) blinked. With efficacious thoughts running in (pronoun) mind, (Name) tried to relax. The low hum, the scent of sweat and dried blood in the air.

What a wonderful end to (pronoun) day.

[jinxedyaart]

SO I'm writing a story called Till Eternity which is a self insert x Astarion and I drew up my insert and I think this helps with people understanding what exactly they look like.

OH and the armor they have is clearly to big for them which I made a plot point. ANY WHO!

[weirdonumber33]

Vampires 🧛‍♂️

Probably gonna just post this with a white background later cuz idk if I like the background

[haikyu-after-dark]

Petty

Fukuro Hirugami x Fem! reader (she/her)

Warnings: swearing, pet names, unwanted touching, sexist comments, drugs mentioned, attempted drugging, fighting, blood mentioned, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, fingering, handjob, cream pie

WC: ~4K

AN: been holding onto this one for a while 😌 captain needed his own story 😏

Getting ready, you check your phone to see a text from your boyfriend. You were planning your monthly meet up with the team for a fun night out, something you had helped institute when you became manager of the Schweiden Adlers almost two years ago.

What you hadn’t expected to come from your monthly team building nights out was your relationship with Captain and middle blocker, Fukuro Hirugami.

To say you hadn’t noticed the captain early on would be a complete lie. He was had a gorgeous smile, a sweet demeanor and he was 6’5” which was one fact that was extremely hard to ignore. You smiled at the memory, checking your phone to read the text.

Fukuro 🥰: Hey babe, I’ll meet you at the bar! I just got word that Atsumu and Hinata are going to be there so someone needs to watch Kageyama 🙄

You laugh at your boyfriend’s text, rolling your eyes at the fact that you knew exactly how hard controlling Kageyama and subsequently Hoshiumi could be.

You: OK! I’m just finishing getting ready and I’ll be heading out soon!

You snap a picture of your outfit, a white cropped camisole top, denim shorts and a part of wedged heels. Your hair was done up in a messy bun, with pieces perfectly pulled out and framing your face. You sent the picture to your boyfriend before quickly adding perfume and ordering an Uber. Your phone chimed as you checked it, laughing your boyfriends’ response.

Fukuro 🥰: DAMN BABE 🥵 could you maybe not give me a boner in front of the team please?

You chuckled as you quickly typed a response.

You: No promises captain 😉 see you soon!

You grabbed your bag before locking your door and heading to the street where you Uber waited. Arriving at the club, you were immediately greeted with hoots and hollers from your team.

“Holy shit YN! Damn,” Romero shouted as you rolled your eyes and headed over to him and Ushijima.

“You look very nice YN,” Ushijima added as you smiled at him, hugging both of the giant men.

“Where’s captain at?” You asked as Romero jerked his head towards the door.

“He’s inside, far back left corner. Meian and MSBY are here too but I’m sure you knew that already. So just listen for the sounds of a pissing match and it will lead you right to ‘em,” he joked as you smiled, waving as you headed inside to find your boyfriend.

“Oh my god YN hi!” A familiar voice shouted as you looked over to see Hinata, Bokuto and Atsumu heading towards you.

“Hey guys! It’s so good to see you!” You smiled, hugging them as the all gathered round.

“You look hot as hell YN! When are you going to dump that old captain?” Atsumu smirked as you laughed.

“You better not let Hirugami hear you say that Sumu,” Heiwajima belted coming up behind you as you turned to hug him in greeting. He handed over your favorite drink as you thanked him and too your first sip of the night.

You continued towards the back of the bar, dodging people left and right. The bar was full tonight, not unusual for this place. You excused yourself through the crowds as stares lingered on your beautiful form as you made your way to your boyfriend. You finally saw him, talking with MSBY’s captain, Meian, as you strutted over to them.

Your boyfriend looked up, smiling at you as Meian turned to see you coming their way. They both stood up as you approached.

“I hope I’m not interrupting a secret captain only meeting,” you joked as both men chuckled.

“Nah baby,” Fukuro beamed, hugging you tightly and kissing you as you pulled away to hug Meian.

“You two weren’t having one of your pissing matches again, were you?” You narrowed your eyes as Meian sat down and you took your seat on your boyfriend lap, his arm snaking around your waist as his hand came to rest on your thigh, rubbing gentle circles in your skin.

“I don’t even know what you are talking about YN. Hirugami and I are always civil to each other,” Meian replied, pretending to be offended.

“Yeah, civil as in ready to start a civil war,” Inunaki interjected, coming up and sitting beside Meian. You laughed, high-fiving Inunaki as both Meian and Hirugami glared at your antics.

“The disrespect we get around here,” Fukuro pouted as you lightly kissed his lips and patted his chest.

“Nothing you don’t deserve babe,” you remarked as Inunaki shorted, again high- fiving you as you took another drink.

“I think we need shots,” Heiwajima declared coming up to your table and handing you all a shot glass full of a mysterious clear liquid.

“Only one for me,” Fukuro proclaimed, “I’m sober can this month.” You clanked glasses as you downed the shots, a look of disgust on everyone’s face.

“Where the fuck is the chaser dude?” Inunaki gagged as you quickly washed the sour taste out of your mouth with more of your sweet drink.

“Tequila requires no chaser you lightweights!” Heiwajima laughed, heading back to the bar as you again settled in your boyfriends lap.

You chatted and drank for a few hours, steadily feeling tipsier as the night progressed. Fukuro had a tight hold on you as you felt his large hands sink into your flesh, he lightly nibbled on your neck as he whispered in your ear. He had been drinking water for most of the night along with Meian, both enjoying the show their teams were putting on.

“Feeling good baby?” He whispered into your neck as you nodded. You felt the heat rise as you moaned a little at his words brushing against the column of your neck. You turned to kiss him as his tongue licked your lips, your mouth opening a little to grant access to his tongue as you publicly made out.

“Oh god we are getting to this time of night,” Romero groaned, rolling his eyes and standing up to walk away. You pulled away, laughing as Fukuro squeezed your hip yet again. This was a common occurrence when you went out with your team. You and Fukuro would drink, get a tipsy and eventually sneak off to a remote part of the bar to spend so much needed time alone. You could tell Fukuro was getting antsy to be alone with you, his fingers digging into your supple flesh as you found yourself lightly grinding on his lap.

“I’m going to get another one, anyone want anything? Inunaki announced, completely ignoring the show you and Fukuro were putting on.

“Ohh I’ll get it! I have to use the rest room anyways!” You shouted, quickly getting to your feet. You swayed a little as Fukuro stood up, grabbing you around your waist and steadying you.

“You need help baby,” he chuckled as you pouted back in his direction.

“I’m a big girl Kuro, I can handle myself!”

You gathered what little balance you had and walked cautiously to the restroom. You slightly regretted the decision to wear wedges heels as you weaved in and out of patterns as you closed in on the restroom.

On your way back, you swung by the bar, getting a drink for yourself and Inunaki a drink as well as more water for Fukuro and Meian.

You handed the bartender your card as you began to sort through the logistics of carrying 4 drinks through a crowded bar. You slipped your card into your bag as you went to grab the four drinks in front of you.

You felt someone closing in behind you, unfamiliar arms sneaking around your waist, and some whispered in your ear.

“Fuck your beautiful doll, the most gorgeous girl in this bar,” the voice growled as you attempted to pull forward. Your arms swung around as you tried to free yourself from the strangers hold.

“Get the fuck off of me!” You screamed, everyone around you turned to your direction to tag where all the commotion was coming from.

“Awe come on doll, don’t be like that. How about you come sit with me for a while, we can get to know each other a little better huh? I’ve been watching upu all night and fuck, what I wouldn’t give-,” the man whispered, still holding onto you as you flailed, trying to loosen his grip.

“I said let go of me you pervert! I have a boyfriend, leave me the fuck alone!” You bellowed as the man suddenly pulled back causing you to lose your footing and crash to the sticky, dirty slow below.

You winced, trying to right yourself the man now looming over you with a sick, sadistic smile on his face. You could hear your name being shouted. Looking over you saw Hoshiumi and Ushijima fighting the crowd the get close to you.

“YN! What the hell! Are you ok?” Hoshiumi panicked, coming up beside you to help you up. He grabbed you under your arms and hoisted you gently to your feet. Ushijima had come behind him, moving his way in front of you as he locked eyes with the man.

“What the hell did you do to her?” He yelled as the man snickered, obviously drunk or high as well as incredibly stupid.

“Nothing bro,” the man retorted, throwing his hands up, “I was just trying to get to know her a little. She’s beeen prancing around in those shorts and heels so I figured she wanted some attention.”

Hoshiumi stood next to you as Ushijima continued his stare off with the stranger. Magically, Inunaki and Heiwajima appeared at your side.

“Hey YN, what happened?” Inunaki asked seeing Hoshiumi help you off the floor as Heiwajima listened intently.

“I was getting our drinks and this guy grabbed me, I told him to get off, but he wouldn’t stop. Then he pulled back, and I fell on the floor!” you whined, becoming more upset as the man just stood by, a stupid smile on his face. Tears filled your eyes as Heiwajima immediately turned, heading towards the table that held Fukuro and Meian. He knew exactly what to do when someone messed with you and he wasn’t about to waste any time.

“Listen you stupid bitch, I was just trying to get into your pants ok? No need to make a big deal about it! It’s not like your pussy is made of gold or some shit,” the man snarled at you, “I mean, look at you. Practically begging to be fucked by every man in this entire bar!”

“Fuck you!” You screamed as you felt a familiar presence come behind you. Before anyone could even respond, the atmosphere instantly changed. Your body familiar with the feeling as you began to relax a little knowing exactly what was about to happen.

*30 seconds earlier…

“Dude I’m telling you, we have so many good matches set-”

“Captain!” Heiwajima shouted as he plowed his way through the crowd towards the two large men.

“what?” Hirugami groaned at the Libero as Meian snickered.

“Someone’s fucking with YN! He touched her and then threw her on the floor!” Heiwajima spat out as Hirugami quickly stood to his feet, moving while speaking.

“Where the fuck is she?” He raged a Heiwajima pointed thought the crowd, Hirugami and Meian wasted no time moving to where you were standing next Inunaki and Hoshiumi.

He was furious when he laid eyes on you, your cheeks soaked with tears as the team helped steady you, a prick standing across from you. He had heard the ending of what the idiot had muttered and he was pissed.

“What in the fuck did you just say?” Fukuro boomed, coming up beside you. Meian stood next to his friend, his large arms folded across his broad chest.

“Who the fuck are you?” the man spit as Fukuro growled.

“I’ll ask you one more time you pathetic bitch, what did you just fucking say?” Fukuro repeated as the man jolted back, Fukuro’s fierce energy filling the space. He was not only an imposing man in size but also in attitude.

“Nothing dude,” the man panicked, trying desperately to defuse the situation and escape unfazed. Fukuro narrowed his eyes at the pathetic loser in front of him before shifting his attention to you. Your eyes were locked on the creep in front of you, tears having flowed down your beautiful cheeks causing the fire in his eyes to ignite. He pulled you close, your ready doe eyes shifting to his as he calmly spoke to you.

“Princess, tell me what he said do uou?” Tears fell down your cheeks as you tried to calm yourself. You cuddled into Fukuro as he gripped you tight, holding you close. His attention was no longer on the man in front of you. He trusted his friends and teammates to keep the creep in his place while he focused on you.

“He grabbed me from behind when I was getting our drinks and then he knocked me down. He also said the way I dressed was practically begging for someone to fuck me,” you recanted as Fukuro's hand squeezed your hip, pulling you closer to him. He was beyond pissed as you tried to keep your composure. He had already decided how he was going to handle the situation prior to talking with you but now, now the man’s fate was sealed.

“Get behind me baby,” he whispered as you nodded, quickly doing just that, as Inunaki and Heiwajima stepped up next to Fukuro and Meian. You peered out from behind your tree of a boyfriend to see the now pale face of the man who assaulted you. His hands were up in a defensive position as he pleased for his life.

“Hey dude, let’s all settle down ok. I didn’t know she had a boyfriend alright!”

Oh hell no!

“I told you I had a boyfriend, and you still didn’t listen!” You shouted from behind Fukuro, rage now replacing your tears.

“She told you she had a boyfriend and you still touched her?” Fukuro boomed as he reached out and yanked the man up by the collar of his shirt.

“Man you must have a death wish or something,” Meian added, smirking from besides Fukuro.

“Dude whoa now, I didn’t mean anything by it. Your chick’s hot bro, you can’t blame me, can you?” the man begged, desperately trying to get out of the situation he had sunk himself into.

“Damn straight she’s fucking hot but that gives you no excuse to assault anyone!” Fukuro shouted as the man shook his head viciously.

“Whoa man, listen I apologize ok? I didn’t mean to hurt her, I was just trying to get some. You must know what that’s like?”

“Unlike you we don’t have to assault women to get them to go home with us,” Inunaki interjected as Heiwajima nodded in agreement.

“You really done fucked up man. This big guy here is our captain and you messed with his girlfriend, who just also happens to be our team’s manager,” Heiwajima added as Fukuro tightened his grip on the man.

“Let’s take this outside,” Fukuro growled as he pulled the man forward as the man protested. Pulling him forward, Fukuro headed to the back door. Meian followed close behind, noticing a small baggie fall from the man’s pants pocket.

“Yo Hirugami, wait!” Meian shouted as he bend over and picked up the baggie filled with several small pills.

“What in the actual fuck man? These are pills!”

Hirguami’s anger rose as your eyes widened at the discovery. Inunaki and Hoshiumi began to yell as your focus shifted to Fukuro, his eyes enraged as his fist tightened on the man’s collar.

Romero whistled, coming behind with Sakusa, “Fuck man I’d fucking hate to be you right now.”

Fukuro’s heated glare nearly burnt through the man’s scull as you heart sank. The silence felt like it lasted forever before Fukuro finally spoke.

“You were planning to drug my girlfriend, you fucking piece of shit I should kill you!” His arms pulled forward before he slammed the man against the back wall of the bar. You jerked a little in surprise as Hoshiumi lightly rubbed your back, reassuring you that everything was ok.

“No no! I promise those pills weren’t for her! I use then to get high bro! I would never force a woman!” He bellowed as Inunaki shook his head.

“It’s not looking good for you man.”

“I think we need go teach this fucker a lesson, wouldn’t you agree captain?” Heiwajima stated as Fukuro pulled the man, without hesitation towards the back door. Everyone parted as Fukuro, Meian, Inunaki and Heiwajima made their way to the back exit. At the door, Fukuro turned, locking eyes with you and then looking towards Romero.

“Romero!”

Romero knew exactly what his captain was asking as he quickly came beside you, grabbing your hand and leading you back towards the table.

“Come on YN let’s go sit down,” Romero calmly stated as you blindly followed, Sakusa, Ushijima and Hoshiumi following you as Atsumu, Bokuto, Hinata and Kageyama joined on your way back to the table.

“What the hell happened? Hirugami looked pissed,” Atsumu questioned as you sat down next to Romero and Ushijima.

“Here YN,” Sakusa spoke, handing you a glass of water as you smiled and thanked him.

“Some jerk grabbed YN and threw her on the ground, then insulted,” Hoshiumi explained as the men’s eyes all widened.

Atsumu whistled low, “I’d hate to be that guy right about now, fuck!”

“Yeah, and he had some fucking pills so who the fuck knows what his plan was,” Romero added as you took a sip of your water, shaken up by the whole experience.

“Fuck! Are you ok YN?” Hinata asked as you tried to produce a smile and nodded.

“I’ll be fine, just a little shaken up,” you expressed as the guys all sat around making sure nobody got within 5 feet of your table.

The minutes ticked by as you watched the back door like a hawk. It had felt like hours since Fukuro had gone outside and it was making you nervous.

You had already sobered up significantly, the whole situation hitting you like a bucket of cold water to the face.

The back door swung open as Meian, Heiwajima, Inunaki and finally, Fukuro entered. He was still enraged, his body tight as he shook his fist. You stood up, quickly running to your boyfriend as the men all followed.

“YN wait!” Someone shouted by you didn’t listen, taking off towards Fukuro. His eyes landed on you instantly as you made your approach.

Fukuro grabbed you as you flung yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly as you pulled back, checking for any damage.

“Babe your hand,” you whispered, checking out his scuffed-up knuckles as he watched you intently.

Your eyes shifted to his before he grabbed you, hauling you into a deep kiss, one that would have made anyone jealous. He grabbed your ass, squeezing and pulling you closer as you moaned into his mouth. His tongue explored as you grabbed onto his biceps, your body pressed firmly against his. Breaking this kiss, he whispered into your ear, “need you baby.”

You looked at him, wordlessly grabbing his hand and pulling him through the crowd to the back of the bar. Several of your team groaned, knowing exactly what you two were about to get up to. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Fukuro to fool around in public but tonight, tonight you knew it would be more than just a steamy make out session in the back of the bar.

You pushed the door of the unisex bathroom open, pulling Fukuro in as you locked it quickly behind you. In a second, he had you pressed against the back of the door, hands going straight for your pants as you moaned into his mouth. Fukuro was a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew exactly what you craved most.

He unbuttoned your shorts, his large hand make his way to your drenched core. His long, nimble fingers gently caressing your slit, stopping to focus right where you needed him most.

“Fuck baby, so fucking wet already. Did that turn you on baby? Did knowing I kicked that guys ass make you wet?” He groaned, whispering in your ear as his finger rubbed your clit. His tongue jutted out, licking the shell of your ear sending shivers down your spine as your head fell back against the bathroom door.

“yes ‘kuro!” You moaned as he pushed a long, thick finger into your tight pussy. His hands were rough from years of volleyball but they felt so amazing inside you as they raked longingly across your sweet spot.

“fuck baby, knowing he touched knowing he touched what is mine. I wanted to kill him!” he growled as you quickly undid his buckle and unzipping his pants, pulling out his heavy, hard cock.

You slowly stroked him as he groaned, his head falling back as he picked up the pace, fingering you just the way you loved. He loved the way your soft small hand caressed him, picking up speed and teasing him. Usually, he’d say he could do this for hours but right now he needed to feel what was his.

“Turn around baby, I need to be inside of you,” he demanded pulling his finger out as you whined from the loss of pleasure. Still, you turned around and wiggled your shorts down your ass and legs, stepping out of them carefully.

You wiggled your bare ass at him as he groaned, stroking his cock and lining up with your bare cunt. He pushed in as you both moaned, your hands braced on the door as he began to move.

“Fuck baby, always so perfect for me! Such a good. Fucking. girl,” he gritted out, picking up his pace as your mouth fell slack from pleasure. Fukuro knew exactly how to fuck you, how to make you see stars every time his cock rammed into your tight pussy.

“Fuck captain, fuck me harder!” You moaned as Fukuro picked up the pace, slamming his cock into you as you cried out in pleasure against the door. You were sure whomever was outside could hear you, he’ll the entire bar may have been listening for all you know but at that moment, you could give two shits what everyone thought.

“Fuck YN, touch yourself baby, I want you to cum with me,” he whispered into your shoulder. You nodded and obeyed, snaking your hand between your thigh and rubbing your clit. You were nearly there, your body humming with pleasure as you felt the first wave hit.

You cried out as your orgasm slammed into you fast and hard, your pussy clenching his cock as his hands gripped your thighs hard, his thrusts pounding you deep and hard.

“Oh fuck, fuck baby girl!” he bellowed, slamming home one last time as you felt his cock pulse deep inside of you, your cum mixing together as it leaked down the inside of your thighs.

You both breathed heavily as Fukuro kissed your shoulder before pulling out and inspecting his work. Your pussy was perfect, twitching slightly as more of his cum poured out.

“Always the best girl baby, you did so good!” He praised as you rested your head against the door, breathing hard as you finally began to settle.

He helped you clean up before you both emerged from the bathroom. Fukuro grabbed your hand, making his way back to the table. You noticed someone standing there, faced bloodied as he held his nose with his hand, one eye black and his shirt torn.

Fukuro growled at the man as he cowered away. He had thought the jerk a huge lesson and there was no way he’d ever fuck with another woman again.

You smiled, throwing a little wave in his direction. His eyes widened at you as you leaned closer and smirked, “I guess you were right; my outfit was just begging for me to be fucked.”

Fukuro chucked back at you, before grabbing you and hauling you into a deep kiss. Breaking it, he looked down, eyes dark with lust as he spoke, “so petty princess, I love it.”

That you were.

[devonsbuckethat]

“Your manager please?”

Devon x gn!reader

Cw: Devon and reader dealing with a Karen because no matter where you go there is always going to be at least one trying to be annoying (also maybe slight TW of Devon blaming himself for letting this happen)

Devon comfort, bc he's just a poor boy being paid minimum wage to deal with people's bs

The store was awfully quiet, occasionally a few people would walk in occasionally, quickly buying something and leaving. Some stayed in to hang out after school, but seeing you making your way into the shop after school made the cashier's heart flutter a bit.

He loved when they took time out of their day to drop by and help around the shop, even if his manager was slightly tired of it. It was about a quarter past 5 in the afternoon and business was slow and rather calm.

At this point, youhad decided to hop behind the counter to talk to their lover, who looked at peace with them there.

“I'll be right back, love” they said, scooting their way under his hat to give him a peck on the forehead.

“It's boring when you leave, be quick.” he said as he slightly pouted a bit

They gave him a thumbs up as they walked out the store, but the timing couldn't be worse, as they left a woman entered. She looked to be in her mid 40s, maybe late 30s, she walked with a purse held in the inner crook of her elbow as her heels clicked and clacked across the glossy floor.

She went to the drinks' area of the store, grabbing a Red Bull before heading up to the front of the shop now meeting eye to eye with the cashier who looked like he didn't want to spend another minute there.

“Just these and two packs of cigs, Belmont, to be specific.”

Devon kneeled down to grab two cigarette packs with the specified brand the customer wanted, before scanning them as well as her drink.

“I'm gonna need to scan your ID, ma'am” He said as his fingers tapped the front counter to a rhythm.

“Isn't it obvious, I'm old enough?” the woman said with a smart aleck tone to her voice.

“Listen ma’am it’s store policy I see your ID even if I can clearly tell you are old enough” Devon spoke looking around in hopes that you would walk in those doors and be his savior to the issues he wish he didn’t have to face alone like an upset customer who’s wasting more time not doing what he’s saying then actually listening and doing what was told.

Thankfully he saw you on the other side of the street walking over, though he wishes you could’ve put a little more pip to your step just knowing you were coming back relaxed him a little.

“Well if you can clearly tell I obviously don’t need to show any ID to you, especially to what a 16 year old who probably doesn’t even have an ID of your own?” She said crossing her arms knowing damn well she could in fact just show him her ID but apparently she has her pride to look out for.

“it’s 17…” he said, while his voice began to slightly crack up a bit

“Doesn’t change the fact, just tell me my total and I won’t have to cause a scene”

As much as Devon wanted to just follow through with what she said because a scene is the last of his concerns and especially one he didn’t want to deal with. Seeing you come through the doors finally gave him the bit of relief and confidence to take her on himself.

“I’m not gonna do that ma’am I need some ID please” You walked in the store with your own bag from another store, it seemed you got Devon a few trinkets from a nearby thrift store, you knew how much he loved seeing what you would get him.

At this point the woman was fed up, no she wasn’t going to give any ID pff why would she? Whatever she says goes right? Because obviously the customer is always right…right? No reason to rebel against a woman like her, no, not at all.

“I want your manager!” She said, which perked up your ears a bit, the sound of Devon asking why she wanted the manager over something so little was also being talked about. You put the bag in your hands next to the backpack you brought over and laid behind the counter.

“Excuse me, do you work here?!” The woman spoke out suddenly to you while adjusting her purse over her shoulder with a hand on her hip at this point.

“I mean no, but I know the cashier” you shrugged a bit noticing Devon’s demeanor changed to a more relaxed look, but he still wasn’t happy with the scene being presented to him especially since he had to see this woman getting mad at you when you barely walked in.

“Tell him I don’t need to show any ID when it’s obvious I don’t need to!” She pointed to him, as both you and your boyfriend kinda just stared back and forth at each other, as you tried to hold in the laugh that wanted to make itself known.

“It’s store policy and not even that hard to do” you said leaning against the counter to give your statement to the woman.

“God, if no one’s going to get me an actual adult then I’ll just go and have to look for one myself” the woman moved to the side of the front counter where the back door was as she quickly knocked before opening up. Yet to her dismay, there was no one back there.

“Kids can’t even do their damn jobs right, go back to school and maybe get a job that you can actually do correctly!” she said tossing the cigarettes and dramatically slammed the drink on the counter as the two caught them before they could slide off the counter.

The sound of the same ‘clicks’ and ‘clacks’ were rather quick as she made her way out of the store quickly, you took her drink and put it back to where it was supposed to be as Devon put back the cigarettes underneath the counter.

The sound of his phone typing started up, he was texting pretty quick even if he’s known to take his time with things, about 10 minutes later one of your guy’s friends from school came in with the same outfit Devon wore.

“I owe you one” Devon said, you gave them a pat on the shoulder as well as a nod of approval as the two of you quickly made your way to the back room, as you brought your bag and backpack to the back.

As soon as Devon sat down you felt the tension rising, you sat next to him as he put his head down on his arms to rest after what happened. You put an arm around his shoulder, trailing to the middle of his back, and started to rub up and down along him.

“Um… I’m sorry for letting that get out of hand” he said, muffled a bit because of his head in his arms, He had so much more to say but at the same time had no way to say it.

“There wasn’t anything you could do, love, you did what you were supposed to do, and she didn’t accept it, simple as that.” Your voice calm and fluid.

“But I should’ve been able to do something more about it” he said now resting only his chin on his arms as an awkward pause made its way after a few seconds “I’m no good at this…” he closed his eyes. Inhaling a bit before letting out a sigh.

“Hey, none of that now, look at me.” Your hand made its way off his back to the side of his cheek, gesturing him to look in your direction.

He turned his head to look at you as you pulled his hat off and laid it on the table you both sat at, your hand on his cheek and hair, the other going through his black locks of hair, which you know he liked.

“You’re so good at the things you do, you don’t have to be perfect, you don’t have to know every solution to every problem y’know? You’re human, not infallible. It’s okay to fail, and it’s okay to not have resolve to something that should, we’re all going to wish we could do what we can’t, but even I know you’re going to have times like this where things kinda go out of your control. Babe, you’re human and I love you for you, especially the imperfect bits about you, because I get to talk about how much they make me love you more and more.”

Silence filled the air before the sounds of him choking up began, the sounds of his nose beginning to sniffle and finally the feeling of his grabbing your hand that was still on his cheek as he let himself melt into your touch. He wasn’t going to let himself be a whole sob fest for you, but just seeing him trust you enough to be like this was more than you could ever ask.

“You don’t have to be strong anymore, let me hold you, I’ll keep you safe” you said pulling him into your warm and secure embrace, letting himself be free and away from the problems of the modern world even if just for a few minutes.

As time went by his quiet cries softened and his breathing leveled out, his thumb was his in the palm of your hand, feeling you, knowing you’re there with them and keeping him safe.

“Oh! Babe I got you this” he felt your hand slip away from him to grab the bag you went out and got, his face was back to that confused look but without the disinterest across his face. You grabbed a small bracelet with a half black heart charm on it, as you put it around his right wrist.

You pulled a second one out as you requested him to put it on your left wrist, after a few minutes of struggling with each other’s bracelet you were able to intertwine each other’s hand with one another’s as the bracelets charm was magnetically connected which lit up his face with a smile.

“This is sick, thanks a lot babe” he said laying his head on your shoulder as you two sat there in peace and no worry in the world

BONUS BECAUSE I SAY SO

The friend group realizing you’re in a relationship with Devon

Whether you do or don’t actually skate it doesn’t matter, you spend a lot of time near skate parks, so you can get away from a lot of the more populated areas of the city. That’s how you met Miriam, you were relaxing maybe drawing some scenery, or maybe you were riding around, and you piqued her interest to come say hi.

Either way you became friends with her rather quickly, you both were rather fond of one another and the friendship was pretty nice, you understood each other’s humor, and you were so supportive of each other.

It didn’t take long for Miriam to want to introduce her other friends to you, they were nice to talk to as well as meet. Except a girl in purple poked around the bracelet you wore to fidget with, you never really worried until the dreaded question.

“Who has the other piece to the bracelet y/n?” now on any other day you would assume it would be easy to just go and say ‘oh y’know the guy who works at the daisy mart mhm he’s my boyfriend yup’ but what you found out was that around the same time every weekday before you visit your boyfriend the group of friends begin to leave while looking all dazed in thought or something.

That’s when you were told by your boyfriend that he has children admirers, and it didn’t take long for you to decipher that this group here is the same group who has a crush on the guy who you are dating. You could easily admit that your lover is in fact, but Devon, but at the same time letting the kids have their fun was at stake.

“Oh, just one of my friends who goes to school. Cant go wrong with a friendship bracelet every now and again” you smiled with pride even though it was evident to you that, there was no pride behind that smile but only the fact that you had a malicious idea in mind

The five of you spent some more time with each other before it was eventually decided for everyone to head on home, this plan crisp in your mind as you drift off to sleep.

The next day went on as planned, getting through the dreaded classes, having to listen to lectures and talks about the subjects you had to learn, you made it through the day with only one hope in mind that the group would be on their way to see Devon.

You were a few buildings away, but you were able to practically see the blush on all of their cheeks even from how far you were, you began walking while looking down on your phone to act as if you couldn’t see nor hear them at all, even with all the small bickering about you joining them.

“y/n!” “hey hey, y/n!” “Y/N!!” “y/nnnnn…”

You ignored their callouts to your name as you pushed the doors to the Daisy mart open, while everyone watched in awe of your bold move, or at least it was bold to them.

Devon turned around from looking at all the items on the wall as he was met with you, hands in your pockets, walking towards him with a welcoming grin. He grew a soft smile as he saw you, which made the group outside squint with intrigue as to what they were seeing.

You abruptly stopped looking around at the items on the shelves nearby, picking up a few snacks as you put them on the counter

“Work been treating you well?”

“It’s been fine, but I guess it’s even better with you here”

You both smiled at one another before he began scanning your items and putting them in a bag for you.

“Can I have a kiss?” Devon spoke shrugging knowing the answer

“Oh, needy aren’t we?” you slid the amount of money for the items to him, while also walking around behind the register, cupping his cheek in your hand.

You felt the excruciating burning sensation of 8 eyes all on you as your actions continued, the girls were practically jaw dropped yet blushing at the same time from what they were witnessing. Abby swore she could see Prius actually have a shocker look on her face from the reflection on the glass.

Your left hand went into his right as the bracelet charms connected together as you kissed him softly, but not without quickly staring over at the 4 who had assumed you didn’t notice them.

Let’s just say they wouldn’t leave you alone after what they just saw, as well as clowning on you for not telling them it was Devon who was your boyfriend.