#WAIT WAIT YOUR PICTURE IN A HEART SHAPED LOCKET!!!! IM GONE

[slasher-male-wife]

hii, im requesting again-maybe billy lenz, brahms heelshire, michael myers (og and rob zombie if possible?) with some headcanons for them getting into an argument with a male reader saying some mean things (or with michael kinda scaring the reader or cornering them), ignoring them for a few days, then the make up? either with direct apologies or coming back to the reader and little actions showing that their sorry? hurt/comfort kinda with some tooth rotting fluff at the end. thank you and have a wonderful day/night!

Of course I can. It's been so long since I've written for Brahms and I'm on a bit of a Michael kick so I'll happily do this for you. I also wrote for the Michaels first because Michael brain rot.

Slashers apologizing after a fight

Includes: (Og and RZ) Michael Myers, Billy Lenz, Brahms Heelshire

Warnings: Slashers being a bit mean, mentions of death, strong language, use of fag in Billy's section

Og Michael Myers

A few days ago you thought it would be a bit funny to try and scare Michael. You bought a mask and waited in the dark for him to get home. When he finally got there you jumped out at him which caused him to swing his knife at you and ended up cutting above your upper lip. Nothing majorly serious but it scared you quite bad. You couldn't tell if Michael felt sorry. He just stood there and tilted his head while you yell that you were just trying to mess around.

You haven't seen him since. You're trying to keep your mind off of it by carving a pumpkin. You sigh and you finish cutting the mouth. You put the last pieces of the discarted pumpkin rind in a bowl along with the guts and you leave your kitchen. You go out to your backyard and throw them in your compost bin. You take a good look at the woods behind your house. All the leaves are yellow and orange and a slight wind is shaking the branches. You think of Michael and how he's probably going to be gone for longer than he has before.

You go back inside and set the bowl down when you notice that your favorite candy bar is sitting halfway in the pumpkins mouth. You walk over and pick it up. You know that it has to be Michael. You walk to your living room and you find him sitting on your couch. He looks over to you and tilts his head again. You know this is as close of an apology as you're going to get from Michael.

"Thank you Michael. I forgive you." You say sitting down next to him. You open the candy bar and turn on the tv, resting your head on his shoulder.

RZ Michael Myers

Michael had gotten pretty badly hurt. A nasty cut on his leg that you had to clean and wrap. The entire time you were scolding him for being so careless about his safety. At one point he harshly grabbed you wrist. He got up and left before he hurt you any further. There's a bruise left behind from where he grabbed you. You know he never meant to hurt you. You're glad he knew when to leave so he didn't hurt you any further.

You're outside hanging up laundry. Michael has been gone for the last three days and you assume he'll be gone for a few more. You finish hanging up the clothes and turn to go back inside when you spot Michael waiting by the back door for you. You walk over and open the door.

"Welcome back Michael," You say plainly. You're not going to try and hold this against Michael because you know he's not going to apologize. The best thing you can do it just try to move on with life and forget it ever happened. You set your basket in the laundry room and come back to Michael in the kitchen. He's got his hand in his pocket. You raise a brow, "What do you have Michael?" You ask. You're pretty sure it can't be something to hurt you, but he's still Michael after all.

He pulls out a necklace and holds it out to you. You stare at it for a moment before you realize he's giving you a gift. You take it. It's a old looking silver, heart shaped locket. You flick it open and only find resedue from an old picture that was glued in it before. You look back up at Michael.

"This is for me?" You ask. He nods, "Thank you Michael. That's very sweet." You know this is his way of saying I'm sorry. Stealing something from a victim and giving it back to you. But in the end it's still something.

Billy Lenz

You made it a rule with Billy to make sure that if someone else was home and he wanted to see you he had to knock on the front door like everyone else. Well one day he must have forgot because you walk into the kitchen to find one of your fraternity brothers talking with Billy. Your mate asked how he got in here so you had to make up an excuse about how you left the back door unlocked for him you were coming down to meet him.

You had a long talk with him about being more careful in the house and not being so reckless. Billy got upset at this and started to talk about how he can't help it sometimes and he just has to see you. You two go back and forth for a good ten minutes before Billy says "Billy thinks you're being a stuck up fag right now." After that you told him to leave and for the past two days he's stayed in the attic. You've been crying a lot. His choice of words really cutting deep.

It's a Friday night and the other boys are gone at a football game or out at some parties going on. You're alone in the living room reading a book when the phone rings. You pick it up, "Hello?"

"It's Billy," he says, "Billy's sorry about what he said. Can he come see pretty boy?" He asks. You think for a moment.

"Yes you can come see me Billy. I'm in the living room." You hang up the phone and wait for him to come down the stairs. When you finally see him Billy quickly rushes over to you and basically tackles you into the couch.

"Billy's very sorry pretty boy," He says into your shoulder, "Can pretty boy forgive Billy?"

"Of course I can honey. Just don't talk to me like that again ok?"

"Ok." He replies. You two lay on the couch together for a good half hour while Billy recounts all he did those past two days without you. You know he's not always lucid when he's with you. Hearing him now you know he must have been pretty bad when he called you that. But he's apologized and now you can go back to loving your man.

Brahms Heelshire

A few days ago both you and Brahms were feeling horrible. He was complaining about everything and you've had enough. You loudly told him to just shut up. You expected him to say something rude right back to you and he did. The majority of his little rant was about how ungrateful you are and how you shouldn't talk to him like that. You yelled back at him about how you have to do everything around the house and how he can't do anything on his own. After a bit of this back and forth you began to cry. He told you to be a man and you told him that he's the one who should fucking grow up.

That was the last straw for him. He broke the glass he was holding with the force of his grip and left to go back into the walls. You were left crying and sweeping up glass on the kitchen floor. You're now in the study, looking over something to read. You feel a pair of eyes watching you. You turn around and find Brahms standing in the doorway. You both look at each other for a moment before he speaks.

"I'm sorry for yelling Y/n." He says in his "real" voice.

"Thank you Brahms. I hope you've learned your lesson." You turn back around and continue looking over the books. Brahms walks over to you and wraps his arms around you from behind.

"I really am sorry." He says again.

"I know that Brahms. Thank you for apologizing. I shouldn't have yelled either," There's another moment of silence between the two of you, "How about we read something together ok?" He nods.

"I'd very much like that."

#michael myers #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x you #rz michael myers #rz myers x reader #billy lenz #billy lenz x you #billy lenz x reader #billy lenz x y/n #brahms x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #brahms my beloved #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction

[70ships-moved]

wait. imagine your f/o taking pictures of you. whether you expect it or not, your f/o is always in the mood to photograph you (cuz you’re beautiful, duh) maybe you’re wearing a really cute outfit and they want to snap some pics! or you’re asleep and they can’t resist taking pictures of you looking so relaxed. imagine you being their lockscreen (!!!!) or them keeping a picture of you in their wallet or on their bedside table (!!!!!!!)

#puck.txt #i’m dropping hints that i want to be someone’s muse #may i add: makeshift photoshoots #WAIT WAIT YOUR PICTURE IN A HEART SHAPED LOCKET!!!! IM GONE #your f/o: s/i my beloved #imagine your f/o #f/o imagine #self shipping #self shipping community

[prinsdeasmo]

Happy Birthday Asmo!

ah, the demon who stole my heart www,,, for him i will do anything. so i wrote a drabble! it’s a little angsty, a little stuffy because the last time i wrote something within in a day it was to make fun of my friend and i’s ocs, but most of all! it’s sweet! hopefully!

im on mobile so h o p e f u l l y this line break works? i had to get google chrome for this ;;

please enjoy, though!

A Lovely Surprise

Living thousands of years brings out the extravagant, the luxurious side of you. You’ve lived this long already, why bother with being humble? You’re going to live even longer, so break out the champagne and $20 million debt your older brother is in and live a little! Or a lot! Even, possibly, too much.

But, thousands of years truly is a long time. Though you become accustomed to the sluggish movements of the hours, how the sun seems to never truly set in these unending years of living—there’s only so much you can see. After a while, you’ve seen it all. You’ve seen every face, every present, every colorful party streamer strung from the ceiling and draping from the chandelier; you’ve seen every punch bowl, every spiked drink, and every person puking their heart out at a party. The music all blurs to one, incomprehensible drone of instruments and screeching vocals, and the taste of cake becomes one akin to sampling recycled cardboard.

Asmodeus has seen it all. He’s been given every present, every declaration of love, every moment of insatiable pleasure, yet he still feels nothing on such a grand day as today. The most popular bands and artists of the Devildom play live on a stage of gold glitter and pink lights, surrounded by swooning fans painted in skin tight clothes and smokey eyes. The chandelier of crystal and quartz reflect the faint light of the Devildom’s sky throughout the room, shapes projected onto walls adorned in jewel encrusted banners.

Happy Birthday Asmodeus!

they read, his symbol of lust painted alongside those words. Those words he’s seen countless times.

This party is for him, of course, Asmo spent weeks planning and preparing for it. Everyone here is for him, naturally, handpicked by the birthday boy himself. They’ve all given him gifts and congratulations, they’ve showered him in compliments and adoration. Asmodeus lives for these moments, where everything and everyone is focused on him. It’s all about him.

So why is he so melancholy? Today is the happiest day of his year, the day celebrated only for him. Yet every time he looks up at the scene around him, he feels the need to down yet another flute of Demonus. How many has he had so far? It’s hard to keep count when the strobe lights flash in his eyes, and his own thoughts distance him even further from his party.

Even though everyone is there for Asmo’s birthday, it feels like no one is there for Asmo. That nobody cares it’s his birthday, a day they’ve all seen one too many times.

Suddenly infuriated, Asmodeus finds himself outside the venue. The cool, almost night-like air of the Devildom catches in his curls, softly brushing them against his face. With a sigh he leans over the metal railing protecting one from falling into the canal below. The dark waters of the Devildom rippled his reflection, a downcast expression lingering on his features.

One hand with his fingers woven in his hair, the other propped over the railing, still cupping the flute of Demonus, Asmodeus stares at himself. How pathetic is he to feel so empty on a day dedicated to him? Luckily no one at the party would seem to care if he was gone, a downcast Asmo doesn’t match the aesthetic of a normal Asmo.

“Hey Asmo.”

He’d been so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear someone approach behind him, only their soft call that startled him. Asmodeus quickly turns around, a charming smile smoothing his face. Behind him stands the human; Asmo realizes he hadn’t seen them at the party earlier.

“There you are!” He clasps his hands together, “I was wondering when you’d be here, I got so lonely waiting for you~.”

The human blushes at his cooing, their eyes shifting to ground.

“It took longer than I thought to get ready,” they trail off.

Under his attentive gaze the human shifts nervously. Asmodeus had already noticed their washed and curled hair, and their silky outfit that draped off their shoulders, but he hadn’t noticed their face. Their face that the human usually paid such little attention to. Asmo always chastised them, Your beauty is your face!, he’d say, but they never did anything about it.

Today, their skin glows in the soft light of the Devildom, their eyes shine with fondness, and their cheeks flush with embarrassment. Though his human always looks adorable, today they look exceptionally beautiful.

A beat of silence passes. “Don’t you just look adorable~. You’re so cute I could just eat you up!” Asmodeus steps closer, his free hand reaches out to twirl a finger in their hair. Their face only grows redder to his glee and he leans into their face.

“And I just might! You look oh-so tempting tonight~. Are you my special present that you spoke of earlier? I’ll be glad if-“ He’s rudely cut off by something being shoved between their faces.

“T-this is,” the human mutters, choked. Asmodeus’s previous displeasure at having something interrupt him turns to a smidgen of joy. He gently takes the small, rectangular shaped box and steps back.

The box is perhaps the size of his hands placed next to each other, it’s shape resembling a jewelry box. The wrapping is a plain, light pink, and a gold bow is tied neatly around it. The human slips his forgotten Demonus flute out of his hand.

“I’ll hold onto this.”

Asmodeus offers them a smile. He’s truly grateful that the human got him something, knowing how much they struggle with money and their soft spot for Mammon.

“It must’ve been hard to save up for something,” he says with a light laugh. The human just smiles.

Nimble fingers carefully pull apart the bow, the untied gold ribbon falls to the ground, and the pink wrapping paper is peeled off to reveal a white box. The thin top is pulled off to reveal... not what was expected. Asmodeus blinks.

In the box lies an obviously homemade necklace. It’s simple, a thin metal chain looped through a thick, bulbous... charm? The charm is painted with a metallic, gold paint, accompanied by a painted on design of pink and red colors. A small, red heart lies in the middle, coated in a glittery paint that has it sparkling.

“Ah, you’re supposed to open it like this.” The human is suddenly beside him, their free hand clicking the top of the charm.

Oh, so it is a locket, Asmodeus realizes as the locket opens. He picks it up in one hand, using his thumb to gently open it more. His eyes widen at what’s inside.

The two doors have opened to reveal a picture. A picture of Asmodeus and the human. They’re not doing anything special, they’re not even dressed in anything exciting; they two are just posing silly. Asmo has his chin on their head and is using his pointer fingers to make them smile, while the human is trying to make a peace sign. Rather than them posing with a smile, they’re laughing.

He remembers the day they took this. It was shortly after the retreat to Diavolo’s castle, when Asmodeus and the human made their pact. Lucifer had forced asked Mammon to go shopping for dinner. Naturally, Mammon dragged the human along with him, but got swept up in winning a sweepstakes contest. The human was waiting for him when Asmo bumped into them and noticed a photobooth. ‘Let’s take a picture!’ he’d gasped.

Asmo had dragged them into the small, cramped compartment and 20 minutes whizzed by as he had the two posing and decorating the photos. With their last few Grimm they took a final set of photos. The first two were in the cute pose Asmo tried to have them do, but the human kept giggling at how silly their face had looked in a previous photo. The final picture was this one, the one in the locket he holds now.

“You kept this from so long ago?” he whispers, barely audible. From his peripheral vision he sees them nod.

“Taking all those pictures and laughing together is... a really nice memory for me. I don’t think we ever did anything together like that before. And this picture,” the human touches the locket, “is the best picture I have of your smile. Not that usual, pretty smile you do that makes your face look all handsome, but a real smile. A happy smile.”

His eyes suddenly feel hot. The human continues, “On the left door of the locket is that one really stupid picture of me you and Satan took of me sleeping after an exam.” Asmodeus has to snort at that.

“Oh, you think it’s funny? Satan drew on me with a permanent marker! I had detailed cat whiskers and a nose on my face for a week! I couldn’t wash it off!” They complain, but they’re laughing too.

“...Asmo?” The human looks up at him after he hasn’t said anything for a moment. “Do you like it?” They seemed worried.

Asmodeus bits the inside of his lower lip and suddenly throws his arms around them, pulling them into a tight hug. The human lets out a small, surprised squeak, but their arms wrap around him in return.

In all his years of living, both in the Celestial Realm and the Devildom, Asmodeus had seen everything. Every gift, every proclamation of adoration, every blush across somebody’s skin. There’d been nothing that could surprise him anymore. But, today he finds himself wrong. In his hand he grips a small, poorly made locket that means more than any expensive clothing or make-up ever could to him. Something that isn’t adoration. Something that isn’t lust or heat. It’s something he hadn’t felt since the days he’d lost his heavenly name; Love.

Asmodeus feels something hot fall down his cheek.

“I love it.”

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birthdays are super important to and for me so i’m really glad i could write something nice for asmo! obeysme’s recent asmo meta had me feeling so i tried to convey some of that lonely angst up in here yo

anyway, happy birthday to the best demon boy!!! i love you asmo!’

#asmodeus #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me asmodeus #shall we date obey me #writing #fanfic i guess? #i’ll put it on ao3 #happy birthday asmo! #!!! #happybirthdayasmo #ch: asmo

[hypmicscenarios]

First Anniversary W/ Doppo

Summary: first anniversary with you and Doppo! If you havent been here before, all pronouns are neutral.

Doppo stood nervously in front of the jewelry store, fumbling with his hands, still in his office clothes. Your anniversary was coming up in a week, your one year anniversary. He had searched online for many gifts that he could give you. Apparently, jewelry was the best gift. Of course, you didn’t really care how expensive the gift was. All you had got him was the two of you matching kigurumis and a card with a heartfelt letter. You even told Doppo that he shouldn’t worry too much about it, but you were the light of his life. He wanted everything to be special.

So, there he was, too nervous to enter a store, especially where he saw mostly women. Not that he was afraid of them, no. It was just that he didn’t even know what to do. Or maybe he would feel out of place. He would get weird stares, maybe questions. They would ask him why he was there. He never really flaunted your relationship like that.

There were a million things running through his head until he felt the phone vibrate in his pocket, practically scaring him. He fumbled his phone out of his pocket and saw your text, reading it. Even through the phone, your words seemed to warm his heart, calm his nerves, make the storm in his mind finally quell.

y/n: Doppooo, I’m making your favorite~~ I love you, I’ll see you soon.

Doppo smiled down at his phone as he looked at your text. You were so precious to him. Honestly, you deserved The world. Even more than that. The stars, sun, moon. He took a sigh, his smile gone, but definitely a lot less worried as he replied back to you.

Doppo: a bit caught up, I might be 30 minutes to an hour late, but I'm definitely more motivated to finish up. Thank You. I love you. I’ll be home before you know it.

Doppo placed his phone back into his pocket. Clutching his suitcase tight, he walked into the store. Immediately, he was stopped by one of the clerks, and he froze. “Hello Sir, what brings you here today? Need something for your girlfriend? Wife? Family member? Friend? Just let me know and we can help you!”,the lady dressed in a grey suit, a name tag on her left breast.

“A...ah...significant other….one year,” Doppo said, blinking at the woman. She thought for a moment and then spoke,”I see,  Let's start with this, what's the first thing you think of when you see them?” Doppo answered,”bright...like the sun. Light in the dark….like the stars and moon,”he said, looking down away from the woman’s eyes, a bit of blush on his face.

The woman nodded and went behind the display of jewelry,”wait right here, I’ll be back with some options.” Doppo nodded and walked in front of the place, looking down into the glass and staring down at all of the jewelry. He waited, both hands on his suitcase in front of him, wondering what pieces of jewelry the woman would bring out.

Minutes later, she came out with a bunch of necklaces. Doppo looked at a bunch of them and picked one up in the shape of a sun, gold. “Ah, this one comes in a set. The other half has a star and a moon. If they’re all of those things, then why not have a piece of them with you, always, and it's not too expensive”

Doppo didn’t really wear jewelry ...but if he could keep a piece of you with him. Thinking again, it really wasn’t a piece of you. He was just buying it for you. His eyes looked down at the display case and he pointed to a locket necklace,”does this open and you can put a picture in?”, he asked. The woman nodded with a smile,”of course, we can even put the picture in there for you if you provide us with one.”

You stood in front of the mirror, checking your outfit, making sure everything was intact. Your hair was done, you smelled good, all seemed well. All you were doing is waiting for Doppo. Since you lived together, he was just in the room. You offered to help him dress, but he wanted to do everything himself. You sat on the couch, waiting for his voice, smiling when you finally did. Your eyes went wide, blinking as you saw him dressed up in his suit, his hair done up. Black suit, green turtleneck, black dress shoes. You walked forward towards him. Oh, and he also put on some cologne.  

Doppo looked away, a bit nervous, but you took his cheeks in your hands,making him look at you. “You look fine Doppo, very fine, handsome, even though you always do, but thank you for getting dressed up,”you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, surprised when you felt a hand wrapped around your waist. Doppo deepened the kiss a bit, making it a little more passionate. He pulled away, blushing, but looking down at you,”you look….very beautiful y/n.”

“Thank you Doppo, shall we go now?”, you asked. He answered with a simple nod.

The two of you arrived at the restaurant, your seats already reserved. He pulled your chair out for you, then he sat down. You smiled as you looked at him,”we have to get some pictures of us, I was too excited to get any before we left.” You pulled your phone out, extending your arm, telling Doppo to look up. He only held up a peace sign, then you took the picture. You weren't going to ask him for a smile, you felt like those were special for you.

There were some photos of him with a smile, but you could count them with one hand on your instagram feed. Even then, you saw him smile all the time at home but, of course, you were still a bit jealous to show his smile to the world every time. Once you took about, at least 8 photos, just for good measure, one of them had to be right.

Wine was delivered to them and you took a sip. You guys had agreed that you would eat dinner. Then go home and give each other your gifts. The two of you reminisced.

“Doppo, do you remember how we met?”,you asked.

Doppo nodded,”of course y/n. I was walking and in a rush because I was late to work. I usually never am, but that night for some reason I couldn’t sleep. I dropped my work I.D out of my pocket and then felt a tap on my shoulder.”

You interrupted with a smile,”yeah. I had to run to catch up to you, you know, you were in such a hurry. When I first saw you, for some reason I just wanted to hug you,”you laughed,”I dont know why. You seemed so worried. I didn’t know what at the time but I just wanted to tell you that everything will be okay.”

Doppo nodded,”thank you. You were like my saviour that day.”

“Saviour? Doppo I just picked up your I.D, like any good person would,”you said with a chuckle but he disagreed. “No, you were my angel, y/n. I thought you were pretty but I was in a rush. So I gave you my business card so I could thank you properly later. Really, I would have been in a bit of trouble if I lost my i.d”,he said with a quick, soft smile.

“Yeah well, I was going to say that I didn’t need any reward or anything….but I just messaged you to see if everything was alright. I could have just thrown your card away but….I just couldn’t. Then I messaged you. Then again and again,”you said. Doppo spoke,”I was surprised….you kept talking to me. I thought….I was boring or...not interesting enough but- you kept replying. And….the more you did, the more it made me happy. The only friend I had really was Hifumi so….but you were special,”he said, You had heard the story before so you spoke,”and then Hifumi confiscated your phone and asked me out on a date?” Doppo blushed a bit and nodded,”I was very mad….but I was also very happy that you said yes.”

The two of you kept up your talk until the food arrived. Once it was there, you ate, small talk in between, mainly focusing on your food. You couldn't express how unbelievably happy you were. Doppo was the love of your life and you couldn’t wait to go home and physically express that to him.

Doppo opened the door for you, letting you in. You took your shoes off and walked towards the couch. Doppo did the same and walked over. He sat down, hand in his pocket, rubbing the box that contained both of your necklaces.

“Wait wait, let me go get our stuff,”you said, getting up.

You went and came back with a red gift wrapped box, it was filled with the card inside too.

“I can open yours first,”Doppo said, a smile, yet curious look on his face.

You watched with big, excited eyes, waiting to see his reaction. Doppo opened the box and saw the card first. He opened the card, eyes reading everything you said, taking it in. A smile on your face until a tear goes down his face.  

You went forward on the couch and spoke,”aw wait wait, baby, whats wrong,”you said, placing a gentle hand on his cheek,wiping his lone tear away with your thumb. Doppo shook his head, a soft smile on his face as he looked at you. He placed his hands on your cheeks he spoke,” y/n I-,”he stopped. Then leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your lips. You were surprised, but you closed your eyes, pushing forward and kissing back gently.

Doppo pulled away, fluttering his eyes open as he gazed into yours,”Im...so lucky to have you. I love you.” You smiled and pecked him on the lips,”I love you too. I also have more,”you said, pointing down at the clothes in the box.

He pulled out an eeyore onsie, blinking at it, then you pulled the tigger one out and held it up,”its Kigurimis! Both winnie the pooh related, since its been getting cold lately, we can sleep in it.” Doppo chuckled,”thank you, y/n, its perfect.” You chuckled as well,”its cute right? I can't wait to see you in it.”

Doppo placed both of your stuff on the table then took out his box, a bit nervous, just incase you didn’t like it. He handed it over to you and you took it slowly. You could feel how nervous and you smiled, placing your hand over his,”I know I’ll love it no matter what, because you put thought into it, okay?”,you said with a smile. He nodded, your angelic smiling destroying any nerves he still had.

You opened the box and took a locket out, immediately recognizing what it was, your eyes sparkling. You opened the locket and saw a picture of Doppo smiling, definitely recognizing from one the selfies the two of you took. He looked….so cute. You could wear this everyday.

“Doppo…..I love it!”,you said. Doppo blinked,”y-you do? I mean i'm glad you I just-aH”, he stopped as he felt you attack and hug him, wrapping your hands around his neck. “ I do I do, I love it! I’ll wear it everyday,”you said, giving him a big kiss on the cheek.

Doppo blushed at the action, but a fond smile appeared on his face, a relieved air about him,”I'm happy you do.” You smiled and turned around,”here put it on,”you said, wrapping the necklace around your neck, only needing him to hook the two ends together. You put Doppo’s necklace on too. He opened it, smiling even wider as he saw your face in the locket.

You smiled and moved Doppo’s hands away from the locket, then went to sit on his lap.

“y-y-y/n?”, he asked, clearly flushed at the action. You smiled and spoke as you placed your hands on his shoulders,”Happy Anniversary Doppo, I love you so so much.” Doppo’s face lit up, his eyes looking at you lovingly, placing his hands on your cheeks.

“I...I know...im not the best at words but...I love you. You’re my most precious person. I...I dont know what I’d do without you, y/n,”he said, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You thought he was done, but he moved down and placed a kiss on both of your eyes. Eventually, he landed on your lips, both of you smiling into it as you wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping the sweet kiss up for a bit longer.

He pulled away and spoke,”thank you, happy anniversary y/n.”

The two of you kissed for a while until you decided to get out of your formal wear, putting on the kigurumis, which you took a couple of selfies together, and in the mirror.

It was a great night.

#doppo kannonzaka #doppo x reader #hypmic #hypmic x reader #hypmic scenarios #doppo kannonzaka x reader #hypnosis mic