#expensive necklace? (y/n)’s necklace now!

[yanyanderes]

Ok so, i love innocent old naive reader just as much as the next anon but what about oware reader? But instead of being afraid they actually really like their possessiveness, granted that they have some freedom, like being allowed to go to school and occasionally meeting up with family or friends so as for them to not get suspicious. They aren't using the turtles, they love them in their own twisted way and most of the time it's kept them at bay knowing that you have your eye for no one else, but that hasn't stopped you from asking them

“What would you do for me? what would you do to protect me”

They all come forth with their own colorful tail of violence almost like they're trying to one up the other, though their silent warfare disappears as you praise them for their dedication.

Now if you asked Donnie this…

“i would break every bone in there body so that they would be forced to have surgery just to fix the part that dared bruise your own, then without the hospitals knowledge i would lower the anesthesia so that there patient was in torturous pain throughout the whole surgery solidifying themselves a place in the mental institution being to mentaly weak to do anything besides muter to themselves”

Donnie would have your rapt up into his hold in a vice grip, a faraway look in his dark eyes. You shrink into his hold, playing into the delusion that you're smaller and helpless, something that can't save themselves against a battle and must be looked after. As toxic as that sound you can't help but feel so whole yourself, no one has ever been this attentive with you, not even your family, it's like a breath of fresh air despite the sores being rather suffocating in nature.

“(y/n)!”

a smile graces their face as the turtle brothers dash to their side, engulfing their form in a hug. although their tight embrace makes it a bit hard for them to breathe, they relish in the moment.

“haha, hey! i missed you all so much!”

their laughter is replaced with a surprised yelp when they’re suddenly picked up. such an act is common, though it never fails to catch (y/n) off guard. however, it’s never unwelcome, especially when raph holds them so protectively and gently.

“hey, (y/n)! come with me to the training room! i just learned a cool new move i wanted to show ya!”

before (y/n) can respond, their wrist is grabbed and they’re yanked from raph’s hold, now finding themself in the embrace of donnie.

“nonsense, nonsense! (y/n), allow me to amaze your mind and relax your body with the new spa chair i’ve made just for you! it has a built in radio and a tv screen with all your favorite shows, and also-!”

leo is the next to speak up, wrapping an arm around (y/n)’s shoulder and pulling them closer to him.

“yeah, yeah, that’s great donnie- hey, how about we finish up that horror movie from last night? we were just getting to the good part, and you looked real cute hugging me when you were scared~”

(y/n) stumbles back when mikey latches onto them, stealing them away from his older brothers.

“c’mon (y/n)! i just made a fresh batch of cookies, and i want you to try them!”

“aww~ you’re all so sweet.”

(y/n)’s adoring words managed to stop the brothers from getting into an argument, with their praise being music to the turtles’ ears. as much as they enjoyed their love and attention, they’d rather the turtles fight outside forces instead of each other. speaking of which…

“today’s been a long day. some creep wouldn’t leave me alone-”

“what? why didn’t you call us? what if they tried to follow you home??”

“hold on, i’ll find them right away! what’s their last name? did you get their license plate? where and when was this?”

“they didn’t touch you, did they?!”

raph’s eyes immediately begin scanning over (y/n)’s body for any signs of injury. they let out a small laugh. the boys are so cute when they’re doting.

“they wrapped an arm around my waist and kept hitting on me. i tried to tell them i’m taken, but the creep wouldn’t leave me alone! i managed to lose them after a while, but still, knowing they put those grimy hands on me, it just- eugh!”

they cringe at the thought of someone other than these lovely boys touching them, flirting with them, believing they had a chance with them. oh please, as if they’d leave the turtles for anyone.

“oh, when i get my hands on them, i’m gonna-!”

“(y/n), you poor thing!”

mikey had yet to release (y/n) from his grasp. now, his grip has only gotten stronger.

“come on, let’s go cuddle on the couch to get your mind off of things!”

with a smile, (y/n) takes mikey’s hand in theirs.

“you always know how to make me feel better.”

they awake with a groan, a soft blanket still wrapped around them as they lay on the couch, yet none of the brothers are in sight. (y/n) can’t help but pout a bit at this. they know what the turtles are up to, but it felt so wrong to wake up not in their arms!

they slide out from under the covers and fumble through the living room, with the tv being the only source of light. they peak into the garage, seeing the boys preparing to hop into the turtle tank while talking amongst themselves.

“how’d you even find them?”

“i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again; i have eyes all over the city.”

“do you have to say it like that? you sound crazy, man.”

“oh, such a bold statement from you, especially when you went into so much detail about what you’d do to the scum when we found them.”

“c’mon, you know (y/n) loves the juicy details! can’t disappoint them, y’know?”

“i still think my idea of planting a tiny robot under their skin to slowly break them from the inside is a much more creative solution than any of your oh so gruesome plans.”

“i still think dr. delicate touch can talk some sense into them! y’know, make sure they can’t touch (y/n) again!”

“for the last time, michael, we are not cutting off their arms. last time we did that, it completely gunked up my staff and i refuse to spend another month fixing it.”

“not even for (y/n)?”

“not now-”

“you know, i would chop off someone’s arms for them. no wonder i’m the favorite-”

“IN YOUR DREAMS-!”

“leo, donnie, ENOUGH-!”

“guys! you’re gonna wake up (y/n)!”

mikey has to hold donnie back as raph stands between the twins, with leo crossing his arms, a smug grin on his face. leo glances to the side for a split second, his expression changing completely when he sees their significant other watching them, a smile on their face.

“(y/n)! hey, you’re awake!”

the other brothers’ heads snap over in sync, eyes glued to (y/n)’s form immediately.

“(y/n)! uh- we- we can explain! we’re sorry if we woke you, it’s just that- uh-”

“we wanted it to be the surprise!”

mikey blurts out, immediately rushing to their side.

“that person you were talking about, we found them-”

“-i found them, actually-”

“-and we wanted to surprise you by taking care of the problem! we didn’t mean to disturb you, we promise!”

(y/n)’s eyes soften at the youngest brother’s words. they’re all so considerate…

“don’t worry, you didn’t wake me up. besides…”

they cup mikey’s face and pull him closer, planting a kiss on his forehead. his eyes widen, yet he doesn’t pull away.

“how could i be mad at a face like that?”

noting the affection mikey is currently being showed, leo is quick to butt in.

“little side note, i meant every word when i said i would chop off someone’s arms off for you.”

“please, as if limb removal could compare to the physical and psychological torture of having an unknown source quite literally crawling under your skin, destroying you from the inside out!”

“guys! this isn’t a competition!”

raph is quick to pull the twins apart before another fight can ensue.

“but if it was…”

“oh come on, what could possibly be better than dismemberment, or tossing someone into a hell dimension?!”

“tiny-”

“if you say tiny robot again, i swear-”

“i’m just saying! how many heads have you bashed in?”

“head bashing is much too quick and painless. prolonged torture is a much more fitting punishment.”

“hey! the quicker they’re done for, the sooner we can forget about them!”

(y/n) rolls their eyes, yet their pleased expression remains the same. all they do is hold up a hand, and the bickering stops.

“as much as i adore hearing your plans, i’d much rather hear the whole story when everything’s been done. maybe you could snap some pictures… maybe even grab a souvenir? i noticed they had some really nice earrings, and i’d love to try them on…”

all four boys perk up at the possibility of earning more affection, and immediately dash to the turtle tank, ready to take off.

“see you later, (y/n)!”

“we love you!”

“so, shall we rip the earrings out of their lobes?”

“nah, i say we chop off the ears completely!”

(y/n) is no longer able to hear anything else when the turtle tank closes up, the headlights flaring to life as they drive out of the lair. they know how brutal the turtles will be. they know they’re about to ruin, if not end someone’s life. they know how terrifying the brothers truly are.

yet they never stop smiling.

(eyyyy sorry for not posting in a hot minute, kinda had a writers block. managed to finish some art, probs gonna post that in a sec. thanks for the ask, had lots of fun with this one! see yaa)

#yandere rottmnt #yandere leo #yandere donnie #yandere raph #yandere mikey #yandere tmnt #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere #yandere rottmnt leo #yandere rottmnt raph #yandere rottmnt mikey #yandere rottmnt donnie #yandere tmnt 2018 #idk why but i love the idea of the guys bringing back souvenirs for (y/n) after *cough cough* ‘taking care of’ one of their rivals #comfy jacket? yoink! #expensive necklace? (y/n)’s necklace now! #glass eye? isn’t it so pretty? #yan-asks

[atsumulogy]

WHEN YOUR CO-WORKER CALLS HIMSELF YOUR “WORK HUSBAND”

synopsis: how he reacts to your co-worker calling himself your “work husband”

featuring: miya atsumu, oikawa tooru, & iwaizumi hajime. fem!reader.

content warning(s): jealousy, possessive boys, weird co-worker, suggestive at iwa’s part 😵 sorry my hands slipped lmao. also grammar mistakes … have mercy i wrote this kinda half asleep + use of wife

naia’s footnote: yk that work wife thing? yeah, that but with a twist with the hq men 🤭 jealous scenarios are my guilty pleasure LOL i wrote this when i was supposed to be doing smth actually productive 😓‼️also i got carried away w atsumu’s haha

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! rb’s & likes are appreciated

#01 — WHEN COMING AS YOUR PLUS ONE IN YOUR OFFICE’S FANCY EVENT, MIYA ATSUMU didn’t want to admit it but he kind of expected to be fawned over by your female colleagues — not that he wanted them to! It’s just … expected, seeing how absolutely hot your husband is (the expensive suit and tie and all). What he did not expect was being introduced to your … what was it? Ahh, yes, “work husband”.

The absolute audacity and sheer nerve of this bastard to call himself that in front of him, the actual husband on the documents and in your heart.

Work husband. He scoffs silently, face scrunching up in irritation, poking his cheeks with his tongue instead of making a fuss in this exclusive event where lots of important people are present. As much as he cares for obliterating this man in front of him, he cares more about you and didn’t want to cause you any issues with your workplace.

(Though, if this ugly scrub touches your arm again and joke about Atsumu being the side chick, he wasn’t so sure that he wouldn’t cause a scene.)

Besides, the 24 karat gold necklace hanging around your neck with his initials attached to the chains and the elegant ring on your finger makes it painfully clear that your self-proclaimed work husband has no chance against the Miya Atsumu.

BONUS:

Atsumu may have acted mature about the situation while in the event, but behind closed doors he was whining and grumbling about that annoyin’ scrub.

“— like I still can’t believe he had the guts to say that in front of me!” He scoffs, face scrunching up again, his mouth forming a scowl. “Work husband… tsk, i’m yer only husband! hell, i’ll be yer work husband, house husband, and every other fuckin’ husband title there is!”

Instead of informing your husband that it doesn’t work like that, you nod to every word he said every time he looks at your eyes to back him up on his rant.

“Yes baby, I know. Now why don’t we get you a trophy with all those husband titles, hm?” You jokingly offered, patting his fluffy blonde hair.

Next week a package arrived carrying a shiny gold trophy with the words “Miya Y/n’s only house husband, work husband, and everything else in between” customized on the front <3

#02 — OIKAWA TOORU SCOFFED AFTER SOME IRRELEVANT, MEDIOCRE, UGLY MAN introduced himself as your “work husband”, somewhat offended because someone dared crown themselves a self-proclaimed title as your work husband — like that bastard is even worthy enough to be breathing the same air as you!

He recognizes this man to be the man you ranted to him about that was inappropriately acting like he’s close with you and many other women of your office.

Wanting to do you and the other women of your office a favor, he decided to humble him.

“Last time I checked, there was no side piece. And if there were to be a side piece — which will never happen by the way! — my wife would pick someone better looking than you. As you can see she has great taste, since she married me and only me. But you should know that by now, hm? Our wedding was even on the news!” showing the ring on his finger, wiggling it even to show emphasis, his tone and his (threatening) smile was friendly, but you all know that it was anything but that.

Oikawa Tooru is an intimidating opponent, both in and out of the court.

#03 — NEVER IN HIS 25 YEARS OF LIVING HAS IWAIZUMI HAJIME met a more annoying and repulsive person such as the man in front of him that cockily and casually called himself as your “work husband”.

You felt his beefy arms tighten around your waist, he leans in to you closely, his hot breath heating up your ears as he asked you with low voice, however still (purposely) loud enough for the guy in front of you two to hear. “Baby, do you even know him?”

You nodded, “He’s just some guy in the finance department who’s really weird, Hajime. I don’t even remember his name. Sato? Aoki?”

The man before you deflated, his cocky stance nowhere to be seen as he scoffs defensively, “It’s Nakamura —”

“— Yeah, sure, well my wife and I have somewhere else to be now. So goodbye Ishikawa-san.” He purposely used a different name — politely even, to mock him and push his buttons.

“It’s Nakamu —”

“Bye Sato-kun!” You played along with your husband’s petty antics, waving him off before locking your arms around Hajime’s before snuggling close to him as you two walked away. The both of you bursting out laughing once you guys think the guy was far away enough to not hear you two.

“Have you seen his face! He deserved that humbling experience!” You snorted, Hajime rolling his eyes as he remembers the guy.

“Okay but who even is he really? Is he always so flirtatious with you? What even is a work husband? Last time I checked, I’m the one who gave you that new last name of yours.” He grumbled, irritated at the thought of that bastard flirting with you at work when your husband wasn’t there.

“Aw, babe, you know that you’re the only one for me.” you patted his cheeks affectionately, smiling at him while giggling.

He does. He knows it, a bit too well at times. So he sighs and he lets it go. Because he knows that at the end of the day, he’s the one you come home to, he’s the one you cling onto while watching your favorite shows, he’s the one that rests his free hand on your thighs whenever you two go for a drive.

And tonight, he’s the one that will lay you down on the bed and touch you, talk to you, and feel you in ways that only he can do.

© ATSUMULOGY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ANY FORM OF PLAGIARISM OF ANY OF MY CONTENT WILL NOT BE TOLERATED.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x you #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu fluff #oikawa fluff #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu drabbles #hq x reader #haikyuu!!

[wileys-russo]

aitana bonmati, “we can’t get a cat”, mapis apartment

Maybe w a corporate y/n?

not helping II a.bonmatí

"so you are done travelling for the year now?" ingrid questioned from where you stood next to her washing up the dishes from lunch. "hopefully! that conference should have been the last." you sighed, forever popping in and out of the country for work.

"tana will be happy, she becomes miserable when you travel." ingrid rolled her eyes making you smile, knowing exactly how grumpy your girlfriend became when you weren't around.

"i know, i get about a hundred texts an hour demanding i come back home because she misses me." you grinned affectionately, though you knew deep down she'd be far more upset with you if you listened to her and returned, knowing how important your work really was to you.

"tana!" you blushed as suddenly her hand smacked your ass as she walked past, returning from the bathroom. "stop talking about me amor." your girlfriend warned with a smile, joining mapi back in the living room.

"hey! like you can talk." you shoved the norweigen beside you who made a whipping noise with her mouth and flicked her hand. "i am not the one who is whipped, maría is." ingrid grinned, drying her hands as you placed the final plate in the dry rack.

"oh really?" you grabbed the taller girls hand, tapping the small m ring on her finger with a raised eyebrow. "really?" ingrid retaliated by tapping the small golden a necklace around your neck.

"well, guess we're both-" you mocked her whipping noise and gesture from before as the taller girl laughed and shoved you, the two of you returning to the living room where your girlfriends were.

"hola princesa." you chuckled as you sat down and bagheera settled immediately into your lap, finger stroking down her spine. "they say cats are good judge of character." mapi pointed out as she leaned into ingrid.

"clearly bagheera is not." she added on at your expense making your girlfriend laugh as you frowned at the noise. "i think we should get a cat amor." aitana hinted with a smile as you rolled your eyes assuming she was joking.

"so when is your next away game?" you changed topics, bagheera walking from your lap into aitana's who cooed at her affectionately. "two more weeks, next champions league match." ingrid answered you, both your girlfriends too caught up playing with bagheera as you sent her a grateful smile.

"oh! look, bagheeras sister had kittens last week." mapi grabbed her phone off the coffee table and clicked into the photo, your girlfriend melting as she stared at the screen. "oh they are so cute." aitana sighed with a pout.

"bebita..." the brunette handed mapi her phone back and slid closer to you with a smile you knew all too well. "oh no! don't even try it tana." you chuckled, pushing away her hands which tried to tug you even closer to her.

"we should get a cat, a kitten." aitana smiled, eyes burning a hole into the side of your head as you sighed, head thumping back into the soft cushion of the lounge. "no amor, we should not." you shook your head firmly.

"why! you love bagheera." your girlfriend pointed out as the cat in question rubbed herself against your leg which didn't help your case. "sí amor but bagheera is not my cat so part of the reason i love seeing her is that i get to hand her back." you grinned as mapi sent you a glare and snatched back her daughter, holding her close to her chest.

"but we looked after her when they went to norway and it was fine?” aitana continued, arm draping across the back of your shoulders. "sí but again amor we handed her back." you remained firm on your point, shaking your head when she asked again.

"is she interested in selling the kittens?" your girlfriend ignored you, finger tracing circles on the back of your neck in an attempt to distract you as you pushed her arm off. "amor, we can't get a cat." you spoke more firmly.

"i could call and ask her?" mapi offered, the two of them conversing as if you weren't even in the room as you scoffed and looked to ingrid for help who shook her head, staying out of it.

"tana, mi amor we can't get a cat. you're always at training or games, i work all the time, we would never be home to look after a cat. that would not be fair!" you tried to reason with her as finally she looked at you, your resolve softening just slightly seeing the pleading look in her eyes.

"we are out a lot and bagheera is fine. cats like being alone sometimes!" mapi chimed in as you sent her a murderous glare. "not helping león!" you hissed as she shrugged, stroking bagheera.

"i am not trying to help amiga, at least not help you." mapi grinned sending your girlfriend a wink. "bebita por favor. if not a kitten then a cat, a rescue cat maybe! you know you like helping people, why not help a poor innocent cat mi amor?" aitana pouted as you sighed deeply, sensing this was not something you'd not get out of easily.

"we can discuss it at home cariño." your girlfriend smiled suggestively as she squeezed your thigh, and seeing the look in her eyes you knew this wouldn't be a conversation you would win.

"can you send me the number for the lady with the kittens please maps?" you sighed, your girlfriend kissing your cheek repeatedly as ingrid chuckled and once again made the whipping gesture with her hand.

"well it sounds like bagheera is becoming a tía!"

#woso #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso community #woso imagine #aitana bonmati #aitana bonmati x reader #woso blurbs

[chao-thicc-hcs]

hii! just saying, i really love your work so much! i wanna request something if that’s fine with you! could you maybe do tr characters accidentally slapped you across the face?? (pls have both haitanis brother and sanzu like i need them hehe) thank you! <3

thank you so much, anon! 😭 a/n: sanzu is an absolute word-vomit i'm so sorry i wrote this at 3am

Slapping you across the face.

ft.: haitani brothers, sanzu haruchiyo

warning(s): mentions of slapping, rindou being absolutely fucking toxic and controllng, crying, mentions of depression, suggestive, mentions of sex.... and sanzu

genre: angst, no comfort (for now, there might be part 2, who knows?)

READER IS AFAB! not proofread, will be edited further

ran↷

Your lover was usually very calm and gentle with you. During the occasions where you had arguments, he'd not react abruptly, nor raise his voice. He'd always be calm, soft-spoken, wich oftentimes susbided your flames.

But today was different. He was annoyed and bitter, because he got into a fight with his brother, and such things impact him greatly. You however, didn't know the reason he was so pissed. It was a day where both of you had agreed to go on a date in a lavish restaurant, venting and ranting to each other about work-related stuff. Ran was quiet, however, and his stare was blank, as if your voice was equivalent to a fork being scratched on a plate. You noticed this, and quickly reacted.

-Ran, what's wrong? You've been bitter this entire day and evening.

-None of your business, Y/n.

The coldness in his voice caught you off guard, and not being called by the usual "babe" or "my dearest" definitely hinted to you that you shouldn't push his buttons further. But you couldn't shake the feeling that was eating you on the inside. You wanted to know more, and somehow help him out.

-...Actually it is, you're my fiance, and I want to know more-

-Just shut up and eat your food. You've been nagging me to go out to this restaurant and now you aren't even looking at it.

You blinked slowly. You felt like shouting at him, but kept your cool and sat quiet, eating the now tasteless pasta in front of you, not wanting to cause a scene in such expensive environment.

The ball of emotions was dormant until both of you arrived home. The second you stepped foot inside the apartment, you threw your bag to the side and threw your earrings on the counter.

-What the fuck is wrong with you, Ran? This entire day, you've been letting out all your nerves on me. You kept pushing me, threw remarks at me, grimaced every time when I tried settling things with you... If it is something about me, you better tell me like a man!

Ran just stood there, his eyes wide, eyebrow twitching at the sound of your voice bumping inside his skull. The man approached you and the last thing you knew, his hand connected with your cheek, turning your whole body to one direction. Your head remained turned, for you weren't even able to process what the man you were so eager to call "your husband" in the future laid his hand on you.

-Didn't I tell you to shut up? Weren't you taught common human decency, hm? That when someone tells you to shut up and leave them alone, you should do so?

You didn't want to cry, but bitter tears found their path down your now red cheek. What broke you more is the nonchalance Ran looked you with at this very moment, his tie already loose and blazer thrown on the ground. He seemed so much bigger and intimidating than usual, his eyes piercing holes through you.

-Oh, is that so..?-you smiled wobbly, your voice shaky.

You didn't utter a word anymore, but through forced smile and watery eyes, you took your bag and ripped off the necklace he gifted you on your graduation day a few months ago, throwing it on the ground. Ran seemed unbothered, but knowing him for over 6 years, you always spotted the hidden emotions behind his stare, especially when he so desperately tried being tough in a fight like this.

Not wasting any more time crying in front of what you called your "fiance" with so much joy, you stormed off the apartment, almost stumbling from the wave of emotions that you felt warming your body up.

The shutting of the door, followed by the echoing of your loud steps on the stairway outside, left Ran alone with his own regrets. Never in his life had he thought he'd feel so... empty yet kind of relieved. Relieved because he let out his anger, empty because he did it on you, and now he probably lost you forever

The night wasn't easy for him. Ran hated staying up all night, but the emptiness and serenity in the room were suffocating for him. He missed your voice, he missed the way you breathed in his neck, being the big spoon most of the time. He knew you'd not respond to his texts nor pick up his calls, hell, he didn't even bother charging his phone, because the only reason he even used in in the first place was gone.

rindou↷

Sometimes your boyfriend's insecurities overcame him, and it often lead to atrocious quarrels between you two. No matter how often you'd say you had eyes only for him - he'd never believe you and fall down into yet another depressive episode where the whole world is to blame for him.

Today was no different. There was a big bag next to your wardrobe, and you stared at it for a while, slouched onto the bed, sighing deeply. You knew it was risky, but the dress was so beautiful, so gorgeous that it was an impulsive purchase. Rindou gave you full access to his card, and he rarely checks it.

You slipped it on, and for the first time in maybe months, you enjoyed the view of an expensive, shiny material wrapped around your figure, the poofy sleeves hugging your arms you hated so much perfectly. The dress was royal blue, the cleavage was deep, it had a beautiful slit and you even ordered a jewelry that wrapped around your thigh with Rindou's initials.

You hoped honey will start dropping from his eyes the moment he sees you in this dress, even getting aroused by how beautifully the fabric and color complemented you.

You heard the front door closing, which sent shivers down your entire body, and suddenly the plan you had in your mind dissolved into thin air, blankness replacing it.

-I'm home.

His voice lingered into your head. Unaware of your surroundings, it felt as if everything began fading into white, dulling your senses. You loved hearing him say these words, which propelled you to throw yourself on his neck and plaster kisses on his face, but now, you were hoping to not hear them at least for two more hours while mentally preparing yourself for whatever was spinning in your head.

-Um, hello?

The creak of the door pained your eardrums. You were fiddling with the material of the skirt on your chest, taking short, tense breaths after Rindou's presence hit you from the back, his strong aura suffocating you. The thud of his suitcase made you jump.

-H-hey, Rindou. - you said meekly, turning around to face him

You were tense. Your chest felt heavy and you felt like your stomach shrunk and moved around your abdomen. Rin analyzed your entire figure, visibly unsatisfied with your current appearance.

-Y/n. What is this?-he growled, approaching you with a slow yet heavy gait

-This is a dress I bought to show you... I know you like this color on me, and I-

-It's too fucking revealing, Y/n. What are you trying to do, huh? You know damn well what I think about rags like these.

-Rindou, can't I have nice things on me for at least once? For fucks sake, I am wearing this dress for you, I want you to drool over me and just touch my body, is this too much to ask for?? I even have your initials on my thigh!

Rindou's expression changed abruptly, forming from annoyance to sheer fury and disdain. He grabbed you by the fabric of the poofy sleeves and pulled you closer, causing it to rip.

-Maybe if you didn't have such trash taste in clothing, I'd be pleased. And the thigh jewelry? The fuck were you thinking?? You want to be watched, eh? You want others to see your thigh??

By this time his voice got louder and louder, making it feel as if the inside of your head is shaking. But you cursed yourself for even thinking that he'd be any different. Ever since the incident with his brother calling you "hot", he's gotten worse and worse, sinking deeper into the pond of insecurities he was born in.

Your overthinking slowed your reactions, and by the time you came to your senses, you felt a burning sensation on your cheek. He laid his hand on you, and he was on his knees in front of you, head laid on your thighs, asking for forgiveness.

-I'm sorry.. sorry... sorry, Y/n, my love, I got too-

You shushed him up. You kept your gaze glued onto the door in front of you, legs urging you to stand up and go away, disappear, evaporate from Rindou's life. His eyes were filled with what seemed shame, self-hatred... even more than usual. No more were you influenced by his gentle caresses, no more you felt the same spark as before.

Rindou couldn't stand looking at himself in the mirror. Everything reminded him of you. The body mist you left in his room, the towel you'd use for your hair, and the last bits of your sweet, enticing scent that tied his braincells into a heart knot, forcing him to bury his head into the pillow you slept on, inhaling it.

30 missed calls.... over 100 messages until you blocked him. He searched for you everywhere - every nook and alley. He'd always randomly get the feel of you being around, or even hiding behind a sinister street.... alas you were never there.

sanzu↷

-YEEEEAAAAAAAH!!!

His voice echoed throughout the bar, or more precisely - the private room he'd booked for the both of you in the Haitanis' club.

You were embarrassed by your boyfriend's attitude, placing a hand in front of your face in a pathetic attempt to hide it and tone down the soul-eating feeling of your boyfriend being an absolute douche. The night was supposed to be lecherous with the just both of you in this room, talking, kissing and probably even unabashedly fucking in front of the entire staff.

-For fucks sake, Sanzu! You're so loud and obnoxious!

By the time he night progressed this far, Sanzu was high as a kite. Paired with the amounts of alcohol he had ingested by now, there was no salvation from the sweet curtain of drunkness that was in front of his eyes.

You were pissed. Not long before your date, he was gone for around 5 days. Full-on no contact. He didn't answer your texts nor calls, and it had you worried sleepless for days. He eventually came back, and as always - he'd take you out and throw all his money on you, buying you all the shit you lay your eyes upon, just to glaze your eyes and cease your nagging, making you forget that he'd do the same shit again.

He thought that problems are solved through material goods. Clothes, expensive dates and good sex, but soon you began realizing the toxicity you were put through from him, commencing from him gazing at other women to straight up disappearing for days. Who knows what he could've done?

But here you are, yet again, positioned in his lap, taking a shot of what seemed to be one of the best whiskeys you ever tasted, making you forget for a split second the mess your boyfriend is. The liquid warmed you... a little bit too much before a wave of dizziness washed over you. The only support you had was your lover, who had his hand wrapped around your waist, squeezing it.

You hated... no - loathed yourself for falling weak for his lukewarm excuses and attempts to win you back and have you moaning and murmuring under his touch.

-Y/n, you're so fucking boring. You don't let me have fun at home, and I ain't letting you hinder my fun here too.

He gruffly said, suddenly pushing you away. You plopped onto the couch. The alcohol brewing inside of you propelled you to a bold move you'd usually not make. You abruptly stood up and spilled the remaining liquid you poured yourself, all over his suit.

-The fuck are you doing?!

-The fuck does it look like I'm doing? All you've been doing is acting like I am some kind of side hoe. Doing all kinds of hurtful shit and then trying to make up to it by spoiling me...

-But I managed to succeed til' now, right? Why can't you just shut up and accept it again this night.-he retorted and tried to clean his clothes

Your fury couldn't be concealed even under the finest mask there is. You were panting from the build-up pressure inside of you the entire night. The buttons of your shirt were threatening to rip apart from the deep, frequent breaths you took.

-So I am going to continue being the only one fighting, huh? I will be the only one who loves truly and wholly? Is that it? You're going to treat me like some kind of used towel, huh??

The force you gripped his collar with was tremendous. Blue eyes stared at you in both confusion and frenzied fury. His arms were twitching, almost as if he wants to hit you.

Which he did in the blink of an eye, without a drop of remorse or holding back. He gripped your cheeks with his fingers after, forcing you to kneel down and look at him.

-You shut your filthy mouth or I am going to make you meet Satan himself, Y/n. You'd witness the other 50% I've been holding back to release since the last fucking time someone irritated me!

Terrified eyes analyzed his facial features. Vein protruding on his forehead and eyes filled with contempt and sheer malice, making you feel inferior, crushing you with just a simple stare back. No word was uttered from your mouth, nor you didn't move.

He didn't seem to have any quills about harming his "precious gemstone", as how he called you in the first few years of dating. You were shattered like glass, and your own pieces turned against you and impaled you with force, digging deep, hence you were blaming and cursing yourself for staying with him after Bonten was formed.

The night was young, and so were Sanzu's intentions of punishing you until you lose your voice from screaming.

©chao-thicc-hcs; reblogs are deeply appreciated

#tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo rev angst #ran haitani #haitani ran #sanzu haruchiyo #haruchiyo sanzu #rindou haitani #haitani brothers #haitani rindou

[hanmasghost]

My brother in Christ

Shinichiro x very rich boyfriend

Please and thank you <3

“Like me”

Author’s Note:

Omg… is that- A POST FROM HANMASGHOST?!?! Yes. Yes it is. (Also sorry I’m just now doing your request)

Pronouns: He/him

Word count: 581

Warning(s): none

Manjiro was really excited for tonight. He has been waiting all week to meet Shinichiro’s boyfriend and today is finally the day. Everyone had already noticed his impatience throughout the day and asked him if something was up, but he was just so excited. His big brother actually had a boyfriend. Like a real significant other. It was unreal.

And when Shinichiro walked in with an arm wrapped around a man’s waist he didn’t expect it to be a dude in an expensive ass looking suit. It was a dark red and black suit accessorized with a gold watch, earrings, and necklace, Shinichiro wearing a similar one. Never in his life did he ever think his brother would get a girlfriend or a boyfriend, much less one that looks so — so rich.

The man sat in the outside of the booth, across from Manjiro, and next to his brother before reaching a hand out to the blonde kid. “Nice to meet you, Mikey. I’ve heard all about you.” Smile dropping to clarify to Manjiro that he’d heard all ‘good things’ about him and nothing else.

Manjiro nodded and shook his hand. “Alright! Mikey now you’ve met Y/n, my boyfriend. So what do you think?” Shinichiro asked, doing jazz hands pointed towards Y/n, like Manjiro didn’t know who he was talking about.

Manjiro, feeling hungry and the urge to be annoying, smiled cheekily at his brother. “Hm… I don’t know, I’m hungry.” He stated flatly, facing the window, glancing to the side to see both the older male’s reaction.

Y/n looked to his boyfriend before he said he’d be right back and that he had to make a phone call. Leaving Manjiro and Shinichiro alone for a few moments.

“What the hell was that about Mikey?”

“Just testing him.” The younger one of the two smiled.

“By seeing if he’d buy you food?”

“No, to see if he’d ask what you wanted… also to see if he’d buy me food.”

Shinichiro sighed at his brother. As he did so Y/n came back, wrapping an arm around Shinichiro and handing Manjiro a menu with the other. “Order what you want, kid. As of today both of you get anything you want from here for free.”

Manjiro looked up from the menu in his hands as quickly as possible as Shinchiro stared wide eyed at his boyfriend.

“Babe don’t tell me you…” Shinichiro started.

“Bought the place and took ownership? Yeah, that’s exactly what I did.” Y/n smiled. “Now, order what you want okay?”

Manjiro immediately went to browse the menu as the two boyfriends started whispering to each other.

“Babe you didn’t need to do that.”

“But he’s your brother, I want him to like me.”

“He would’ve liked you either way!”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“…”

“Also please stop buying places for my siblings, wasn’t buying Emma a skating rink and Izana a pizza place enough?”

“You forgot the road we met on.”

Shinchiro deadpanned.

“You bought that?”

“I’d buy an island for you.”

“You’re joking right?”

“…”

“Y/n… don’t tell me you bought an island.”

“Hey uh… Mikey keep looking for what you want, I uh… I need to make a phone call.” Y/n said as he pushed himself out of the booth again, immediately getting on the phone.

“Y/n you!- ugh…” Shinichiro pinched his nose.

Mikey looked up to his brother before smiling. “I think he likes you.”

Shinichiro laughed, “I can see that.”

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #x male reader #tokyo rev x reader #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #x m!reader #Shinchiro fluff #shinichiro sano #Mikey is also here

[harus-simp]

R.I.C.H

-Ricky x reader-

Warning:none

Requested: Helloo! can you maybe write smthn about rickyy, like ricky buying almost anything for his s/o like expensive thingss ykyk (@wtfhyuck)

Author's note: Hi anon, I made a little drabble because I didn't know if you wanted headcanons so i hope you are fine with that

Anyways thanks for your request, enjoy it <3

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Young and rich, tall and handsome, charisma boss baby ricky goes into action again because he can't help but buy you the whole world <3

"Ricky, baby, you can't just buy me everything I lay my eyes on!"

"I can and I will"he said leaning in and giving you a short peck while he chuckled

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Yeah ricky had done it again, he had bought something for you for the 5th time that week. It was not that you didn't appreciate it, because you truly did, but you didn't like when he spend that much money on you.

So here you were on the door of your apartment as the bell had rung suddenly. To say you were confused was an understatement, you weren't waiting for anyone right?

As you got closer and opened the door revealing ricky with your favourite flowers your heart skipped a beat, smiling shyly at your boyfriend that was staring at you with the sweetest smile ever.

"Just a little something for my baby"he said as he entered inside.

However what you noticed is that he had something else that he was hiding on his back.

"Uhm, babe what is that?"you asked pointing at the little box he held in his hands.

"Oh, you'll see"

Yeah that sounded a little bit suspicious in your opinion.

As he gave it to you and you opened the little box it revealed a delicate and precious gold necklace with two letters hanging ever so gently. And I am not judge but just by looking at it you could tell that it was not the cheapest thing...

"Ricky, you didn't have to"you whined

"Of course I had to, you are really special to me y/n"

Blushing by his comment and hitting lightly his chest you answered back: "i know that, but there are plenty other ways of showing it idiot"

But actually this was kinda more special to him indeed because he hadn't just bought it for you, he had the time and the dedication to order a custom made gift for you. But you didn't know that yet, so curiosity getting the best out of you led you to ask him another question.

"But why are the initials S and Q? Those aren't my initials" (if they are let's just pretend they aren't for the plot to continue ahahshs)

"But they're mine, so you can always have me by your side" (yeah from shen quanrui if you are wondering)

And that's when you felt a literal festival of emotions exploding on your stomach, you had never seen this side of ricky. I mean the one where he spoiled you yes, but not this kind of more personal and close to his heart one, he almost felt kind of vulnerable and unprotected here but everything he did came from deep inside his heart so he hoped you treasured his efforts.

The blush on your cheeks gave away the state you were at right now, and your eyes full of love did too.

"You can't just go there doing that to me y'know?"

"Doing what?"he smiled giggling at your behaviour

"Spoiling me that much, I feel bad. But this one was really cute of you to do, thank you"

"You don't have to feel bad love, that's just my way of expressing my love, I do this because all these little details remind me of you"

"That's kinda cheesy..., but I'll take it"

He then grabbed the necklace and helped you to put it around your neck positioning himself behind you while you held your hair high to make it easier for him. After he finished, he pressed a small kiss on the back of your neck lovingly and made you twirl to see how it fitted you perfectly.

That literally made him fall in love all over again,making him the happiest person on earth.

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Now looking back at the first time he gifted you something,you probably wouldn't have guessed how much he would spoil you in the future, but if he truly wanted to be like that you would accept it BUT drawing the line of course, because we all know this man would most definitely buy you the moon and all the stars if he was capable of so. He is really whipped for you.

"Now that that issue is covered, you remembered the bag you liked the other day and that it wasn't on stock?"

"Ricky don't tell me-"

"Yeah, it should be here by tomorrow"

"Ricky, you can't just buy me everything I lay my eyes on!"

Yeah, you should definitely work on the drawing a line part from now on...

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#zerobaseone headcanons #zerobaseone drabbles #zerobaseone fanfics #zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone reactions #zerobaseone x reader #zerobaseone ricky #zerobaseone #zerobase1 #zb1 #boys planet #boys planet drabbles #boys planet fanfics #boys planet reactions #boys planet headcanons #boys planet x reader #shen ricky #shen quanrui #kpop

[cookiesforsigma]

"One day, this will all be yours. I promise."

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing: Nakahara Chuuya x Fem!Reader

Genre: Romance

Warning(s): implied nsfw near the end?

W/c: 0.7k

A/n: not very proud but... better than the last one haha... still, do not have faith in me.

Also this is an idea dump (again) this is below average

i might redo this featuring Fyodor but with a dif storyline? i think the end would fit his character

5:30pm

"Hello there, my darling" Chuuya greeted you as you got out of your house. He was there to pick you up for your date. He hadn't told you were the two of you were going yet, but you had a few guesses in mind.

"You look beautiful." He took your hand kissed it softly, making you blush. "Shall we go now?"

"Where are we headed, Chuuya?"

"I'm taking you shopping." Classic. But you love it when he spoils you with expensive gifts and shopping sprees. He does have quite a lot of money, being a mafioso, and he doesn't mind likes spending it on you as well.

— — — — — —

You entered the mall together. The first store you chose to go to was an expensive clothing store which you had never been to before. It wasn't because you couldn't affort going there, but you didn't see the point of buying those kinds of dresses. Until you started dating Chuuya, at least.

Even so, you only entered after he assured you that you could pick out anything you want and he'll pay for it regardless of the price. He trusted you and knew you well, so he wasn't scared about how much you were gonna spend. In fact, he was curious (and a little excited, if I may add) as to how you'd look in the dresses you were going to try on.

You looked around in the store. There were lots of pretty and expensive looking clothes there. You picked out a few things, with a few suggestions from your partner, and went to try them on. He complimented you, telling you how amazing you look in all of them, and you ended up buying everything you had chosen.

"Hm? There's no need to put these back, (Y/n). They fit you perfectly. And worry not about the price. If you wish to buy these dresses, I'll make sure you own them."

— — — — — —

Already two carrier bags full of clothing items, with purses and necklaces as well. Chuuya offered to carry them for you, but you didn't want him to have both his hands full, so then you started fighting over who would carry the bags. He won. As expected.

"Next store?"

"I'm getting hungry, Chyuu..."

"What do you want to eat then?"

You picked out a place to eat, ordered and sat down at a table.

"Are you happy, doll?"

"Mhm! Thank you for all this."

"Oh, that's nothing. I'll take you out shopping any time! All to mke sure you have everything you want."

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It's the end of your date. Your boyfriend said he had one more place he wanted to take you.

Few minutes later, you were both standing on a building rooftop. It was dark outside, and the view was mesmerizing. You looked down.

Small humans creating a lot of commotion beneath you. You and Chuuya were looking at them from above. He wrapped his arm around your waist.

"(Y/n)?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know why all these humans are in such a rush?"

Silence followed. You looked at him with a questioning look on your face, as if telling him to go on.

"They're busy. It's late, and all they want in this moment is to get home and relax."

You looked down again. You couldn't understand a word of what he just said – where was he going with this?

"Doesn't it feel good not to be them? Not to overwork yourself this late?"

"As if you're one to talk about people overworking themselves..."

He remained quiet.

"Is there any way I can repay you for what you've done for me today?"

Chuuya shook his head. "I just don't want you to feel like you don't have enough. One day," he went on, "I might even be able to offer you these people."

Another question mark appeared above your head.

"I'm talking about the world. I will be able to give you everything one day."

"That's too much. Let me do something for you in return."

You were practically pleading to do him a favor. Most likely a big one.

"...Are you busy tonight?"

"Sleeping. Actually, not really."

"Mind if I take you to my place?"

One day, I'll be able to give the whole world to you.

9:57pm

#bsd fluff #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya bsd #chuuya bungou stray dogs #nakahara chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bsd chuuya nakahara #bsd nakahara chuuya #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #chuuya x fem reader #chuuya romance #date with chuuya #i hate this

[bonkwosher]

Gus Fring Jealousy/Possessiveness Headcanons

A/N: Aka Gus dealing with assholes that flirt with you. I'm so absolutely down bad for Gus it's insane. Also, x male reader bc Gus is gayyyyyy.

Contains: Implied age gap relationship, possessiveness, creepy man (Not Gus), jerk, LYLE CONTENT

Pairing(s): Gustavo "Gus" Fring x Reader

I would say let's take it on a "how long have you been dating" basis but Gus is possessive from day one, maybe even before that. He doesn't often have the opportunity to feel jealous, he's much older than you so you two don't really go to parties or clubs. He keeps you in his proximity as often as possible & that wards most off.

He had even gone out & bought you a necklace with his name on it, if he's feeling particularly moody & you aren't wearing it he'll point that out. If you forget to put it on when getting dressed up for a dinner he'll come up behind you & slowly put it on you, looking into your eyes through the mirror that stood in front of you.

Speaking of fancy dinners, that was the first time Gus got jealous. It was your second date & he had invited you to an elegant restaurant. You looked out of place even while wearing a suit. Gus walked briskly up to you & offered you his hand, leading you back to his table. You were a blushing mess.

Everything was fine until a drink appeared at your table, your favorite drink. You noted that & thanked the waiter before they said, "The gentleman over there ordered this for you." Gus looked up to see a man practically drooling over you from the bar. His smile dropped, only returning when you held eye contact with him.

"That's so nice of them, hey, free drink!" You chuckled. 'You're gullible' Gus thought to himself. Thinking the man wanted nothing more than to be nice. He felt his fists clenching, now under the table to hide his anger. Yeah, maybe Gus needs a little longer to process his feelings for you but that doesn't mean someone can waltz in, buy you a drink, & whisk you away before he knows what he wants. On the inside he loves you, he'll deny it because memories of Max will come up, but his heart knows. He tells himself the root of his possessiveness is that he wants to get to know you without other influences.

"What would you like off the menu?" he asked, quickly trying to change the subject. Gus sat in silence as he read through the menu, you pointing out all the things that sounded good. Finally, you found something. The only problem, it was terribly expensive. Your voice went high, "Oh- um, I don't think I'm hungry."

Gus placed his menu on the table, "What do you mean?" You closed the menu & sat back, arms crossed. "I insist that you get something to eat, Y/N. You do know this is my treat right?"

"Are you sure?' You feel almost bad that this man is offering to pay so much for you to eat. "Absolutely. Plus, if some sleazy bar-goer can buy you your favorite drink I have to top that somehow." You pointed out the item on the menu quietly. "Oh! Very good choice," Gus chimed before returning to his own menu.

You guys had a long period of peace right up until you were about to finish your food. The man from the bar had come up to your table, probably a bit buzzed. "Hey there, handsome. I'm about to go but I wanted to get your number." You froze, beginning to stammer out a response. Gus set his utensils down on his plate & wiped his hands on his napkin as you continued to babble. He stood up & faced the man, yeah he was shorter & probably less built, but his cold stare was deadly.

"You should get home before you embarrass yourself any further," Gus spoke, looking directly into the man's eyes. The man felt a shiver but persisted, ignoring Gus, "I have to admit, from the bar you looked amazing but now that I am up close... you are breathtaking." Gus places a firm grip on the man's forearm, forcing your admirer to turn to him. "What is your problem man?" Made Gus' grip tighten, the man let out an "Ow!"

"What do you think you are getting at here, can't you see that he & I are here together? On top of that, he is clearly uninterested! Buying a drink for someone & giving them a rapey look from across the room, get some class! Hitting on a taken man? Clearly, you lack the spine to even close on a relationship so you have to attempt to destroy other's love. I gave you your chance to leave. Take. It. Now."

The man ripped his arm from Gus & put his hands up in surrender before running off. Gus sighed & fixed his coat before sitting back down, "So, are you hungry for dessert?"

Bonus bc I'm amazing /j:

As much as it worried Gus, especially after Hector & Lalo frequented his restaurant, you would visit him sometimes at work. Of course, he didn't voice his concerns because he wanted to wait as long as possible to tell you about his real work, if ever. To attempt to make you stop visiting, he would ignore you as much as he could, using the excuse, "I'm sorry Y/N, I have a lot of work to do."

You would chat with Lyle, getting free food & sitting at the booth with the best view. On breaks, Lyle would sit with you & talk about random things or whatever you wanted to talk about. Surprisingly enough, Lyle didn't worry Gus. You would absentmindedly play with your necklace that had his name on it & Lyle must've gotten the hint at that point.

It wasn't until Lyle's friends showed up to check out his work & the quote "food that's to die for." Lyle's two friends sat with you him once they got their food, a man named Jake took the spot next to you. He said something stupid that made you laugh really hard. At that moment, without anyone noticing, a camera stopped while facing your booth. Gus was watching.

The four of you spoke & you kept laughing. Laughing so much your cheeks & core hurt. Normally, Gus would be swooning, mentally remarking that you were the light of his life. Though knowing it wasn't him that was making you happy struck a cord. It didn't help that the man was your age, your age gap being something that made Gus feel guilty.

As you were telling a story to the boys, a cup was placed in front of you. Your favorite drink. Gus took note of it from your second date, trying to take something good out of that encounter. You looked up to see him with his customer service smile & thanked him. You could tell he was about to ask if the food was good.

"Hey asshole, can't you tell we're talking here? Get me a coke while you're out here giving everyone drinks," Jake took Gus' interjection as a rude interruption, arguably going too far. "Jake, he was just being nice. Why are you so-"

"It doesn't matter, Y/N. This guy is some minimum-wage loser that interrupted my conversation with you. He gets paid to make chicken & serve decent members of society like me!" You couldn't help but smirk to stop yourself from outright laughing in his face. Lyle buried his head in his hands, regretting associating with someone like this (Not like Lyle knew, he's best boy).

You looked back up to Gus who now had his cold, soulless stare. You made eye contact with Jake, "That is my boyfriend, the owner of this whole franchise. Decent member of society my ass." The shock on his face from your statement doubled when Gus grabbed him & dragged him out of the restaurant, throwing him outside.

"Do not show your face in a Los Pollos Hermanos ever again," he spoke before wiping his hands together. He turned to you & grabbed your arm, pulling you into his office. You gave him a big hug, but the fact that he didn't hug back scared you a little. You quietly apologized, "I didn't know he was like that. From the looks of it, Lyle didn't know either."

Gus pulled away & brought his hand to your necklace, staring at it silently while brushing his thumb over the lettering. "Gus, I hope you don't think I was into the guy. I love you, only you."

He looked up at you wordlessly before looking back at the necklace. His mind was churning, fighting back every urge to manipulate you into never talking to another man ever again. He promised himself he'd never hurt you but watching you naively satiate every man's need for your attention drove him mad. His intentions weren't to freak you out with silence, rather to protect from the words he could say.

He knew how to stop himself & you from talking. You rambled on about how you were sorry, "Gus, I promise I didn't mean to-"

"Be quiet." Gus gripped the necklace tightly & pulled you forward into a kiss. You were shocked by how this turned around but can't say you were complaining, you thought just a second ago that Gus was going to break up with you.

It was far, far from that.

#gus fring #gustavo fring x reader #gustavo fring #gus fring x reader #giancarlo #giancarlo esposito #breaking bad #better call saul #male reader #brbabcs #brba fic #silly little gay drug lord

[taotaoirl]

Can I get a Ningguang and Lisa separate with a burn out s/o reader, I have been feeling a little down and kinda lost worrying and all so wanted some comfort :)) any pronoun works

* DRAFT !!!!! hii!!! it's been a while since i've logged on tumblr, i have been struggling with my mental health and didn't have the motivation to write, or do anything, really. i'm so sorry for the empty promises i've made but i was scrolling through my requests earlier and found so many cute prompts, so i'm going to attempt this one ^__^ i hope this doesn't suck lol and i apologize for the massive delay, enjoy !!

ningguang x burnt-out!reader

gender neutral pronouns :D + since you didn't specify whether you wanted headcanons or a full-on oneshot, i'll just write headcanons bc they're easier for me

ningguang is not one for pda

since her love language is gift-giving, she likes to buy you small yet exquisite gifts all the time

this is further highlighted when you're feeling down

she would bring you hundreds of gifts, from flowers to a gold necklace, trying to cheer you up

ningguang is quite busy herself, but she knows how to handle her stress and prevent burnout. you on the other hand? well...

she would ever so quietly slip into your room, see you slumped over in stress and anxiousness, and before you know it, she is behind your chair, hands wrapped around your neck, peppering small kisses on your temple and forehead, whispering sweet words into your tired, tired ears

you look up to see the gentlest of smiles, warmest of eyes, her smooth and silky voice telling you to take a break and join her for tea, or a lovely stroll around liyue

"y/n, you've been working so hard all day, love. shall we take a break?"

if you say yes, she will gladly organize the most luxurious and perfect outing tailored to your liking

if you're one for simpler things, she would do exactly that

she is willing to do anything to make sure you feel refreshed and energized afterward

she would hold your hand and travel all across liyue with you, picking flowers, eating the most delicious delicacies you could get your hands on

if you have too much work, ningguang would step in and have her secretaries finish your work for you without hesitation

if you don't trust her secretaries enough or if you insist on doing the work yourself, she would offer to do it for you so now you can't refuse (￣▽￣*)ゞ

she also likes to bathe with you lol

you can leave it up to her to make a simple bath feel like the coziest, most expensive bubble bath of your life

the room would be covered with candles and the sweet scent of glaze lilies, mixed with the touches of mint is enough to calm you in seconds

she is an excellent listener, attentively listening to all your concerns and worries as she wrapped her arms around you in the bath

she doesn't say much but she's always there to listen

"put yourself first okay?"

"it's okay to take a break sometimes. you won't perform well if you're not in optimal condition, yes?"

i know i've already said this but i feel like she really has a thing for murmuring into your ears and i just think that is so sexy mmmm

also it's so difficult to imagine the "g/n reader" as anything but a woman because ningguang is the most lesbian lesbian i've ever laid my eyes on, but whatever you say babe x

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[sie-rui]

hello! I've been reading your works for days now, you don't have to do my request if u don't want to, no pressure! :D can i request a mitsuya imagine wherein the reader wants to break up with him because yuzuha & him gotten so close to the point he forgot that it's their 2nd anniversary? hehe make it angsty becoz i love pain XD (again, u don't have to make it if u don't want hehehehe)

❀ AGAIN AND AGAIN | TOKYO REVENGERS

;; mitsuya’s s/o wants to break up on their 2nd anniversary

🥛 — mitsuya takashi

🧾 — gender neutral, second pov (you/your), cursing, angst, hurt no comfort, au - everyone lives / nobody dies, established relationship, imagine

✉ — i love yuzuha so no hate to her !!

“Let’s break up.”

It had come so abruptly that even Mitsuya was thrown off at the sudden comment. He had just opened the door to your shared apartment when those were the words that greeted him.

His eyes were wide as he looked up, suddenly being energized once more despite the long day he had gone through. “Wh..What?”

You were donning your favorite clothes, wrinkled on some spots but he could tell that it was once ironed and tidy earlier in the morning.

And around your neck was the necklace he had gifted you last year. It wasn’t the most expensive on the table but Mitsuya knew that you treasured it either way, mostly because it was him who had given it.

He disregards the fit, focusing on your eyes instead. Tears welling up in those pretty eyes, lids half-lidded and lips pursed as if you were trying to stop yourself from letting out a sob.

Mitsuya’s gaze softens, putting down his things on the genkan and shutting the door softly behind him. “Babe, c’mon, let’s talk about this over a cup of hot chocolate,” he tries to coax, reaching out to you with a small smile.

You push his hand away before it could even touch your face.

Mitsuya stops, hurt clear in his expression when you take a step back, arms crossed defensively under your chest as you avoid his gaze. What did he do wrong?

Had he forgotten something?

Mitsuya takes a tentative look around the apartment, there was nothing out of the ordinary, nothing out of place—just its usual furniture with little knickknacks from each other here and there, picture frames hanging on the wall and the book he opened earlier in the day still sitting on the coffee table.

He takes a look at your appearance again, you looked ready to go out but you clearly didn’t. And with that stare you were giving him, the tears on your eyes, Mitsuya regretfully comes to a conclusion that it must have been his fault.

But, how?

He didn’t promise any date today, for no particular reason other than the two of you hadn’t been out together recently because of conflicting schedules. It isn’t your birthday, it isn’t his either. So what-

He catches sight of the necklace again.

The same necklace he had given you on your one year anniversary, today a year ago. Today is your second year anniversary.

Mitsuya frowns, brows furrowed and head lowered, having finally caught up. “I’m sorry, I just remembered it-”

“You were with her today as well, right.”

It was no question, his gaze meets yours once more before you quickly look down, just to avoid his eyes. “You know it isn’t like that-”

“Like always.”

A tearful smile rests on your lips, almost mocking as you scoff. When you look up, the tears trickle freely down your cheeks and you don't dare to break the eye contact shared between the two of you. “Again and again, you’re with her. Again and again, you choose her.

“Takashi, what is it that Yuzuha has that I don’t?”

“Nothing,” he desperately says. “You’re everything, Y/n.”

“If I’m everything then why do you always go to her? Why do you always prioritize her? Why is it that you seem more in love with her than me?”

Silence.

It was painstaking silence.

You sniffled, then sobbed.

Hesitation, he had hesitated. After all you have been through, after how much you loved him, Mitsuya Takashi fucking hesitated on replying to such a simple question, you or her?

“Y/n, no, no, that’s not it,” he pleads, taking small steps towards you even when you walk backwards as well. “That’s not it, I swear, that’s not it.”

His heart just continues on breaking even more when you continue to shake your head, taking wider steps backwards until you just stopped by the wall, still sobbing and keeping your head down. “Please, Y/n,” he croaks out, feeling the tears start up on his eyes as well, desperately trying to get you to look at him. “I love you.”

You whimper. “And I do as well.”

The worst feeling must have been receiving a glimpse of hope before darkness invades your senses.

“But it’s been like this for months now, Takashi, and I-... I just can’t anymore.”

“Y/n… Please, no. Please.”

You look at him through the tears obstructing your vision and the pained expression he gave you only broke your heart more. This may be heartbreaking for both of you but if you don’t let go of him now, you’ll only get hurt even more.

Walking past him, Mitsuya reaches out only to miss by a hair. He stands there, staring at your back as you slip on your shoes, open the door and just stand there—momentarily, like a butterfly on a petal before it takes flight, away to a place where you can’t see them anymore.

Mitsuya doesn’t want to lose you.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, so please-”

“See you, Mitsuya.”

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[simpfortheseven]

Birthday Surprise Part 2!

Part two to this post <3

Fluff ahead!

You picked up mammons present. Inside was a very expensive looking chain necklace. Mammons face was red as you opened it and put it on.

"Wow Mammon," You smiled gleefully "When you were eyeing this in the store I thought you'd get it for yourself, not me. Thanks, Mammon."

"Oi shuddup and take the gift, Human," He said in all his tact.

"Mine next!" Asmo chimed in, handing you a box with a bow. Upon opening it, it was a hand lotion, body wash, and bubble bath trio with a cute loofah and eye mask. "They match mine, I just had to get them for you," He giggles.

You smelled the lotion. "Oh this smells awesome, thanks, Asmo!" He giggled again and winked at you. You put both presents on your bed. The next one was big, but odd shaped.

You opened it and it was a cow print pillow. Belphie mumbled that it was from him. "So we can match while we nap together."

"That's so sweet, Belphie. Wait- is that just gonna be an excuse to steal it so it smells like me?" He shrugged as he came over and laid his head on your thigh, falling asleep as you pet his hair and rolled your eyes in a sarcastic manner.

Satan cleared his throat and you looked over. He handed you a neatly wrapped box with a yellow bow. "Thanks, Satan," You said as you took it.

Inside, there was a cute cat bowl and treats. "For when we feed the stray cats together," He explained. "There's also some books and audio book CDs for you, but there were too many to carry."

"You really went all out, hm?" You chuckled as you put those things back in their box to prevent them from being broken.

Levi handed you a bag that was as red as his face. "I-i thought you'd like it, but you probably don't want a gift from a gross Otaku like me-"

"I absolutely do want it," you said as you took the tissue paper out. It was a figurine of your favorite show. How did he remember what that show was? It only had one season- how did he even find this??

You smiled in awe at the thoughtful gift and gently set it on the desk. "Its so amazing Levi! How'd you even find it??"

"Many hours on Akuzon- I'm pretty good at finding obscure merch," He hummed happily as he saw how much you loved the gift.

Beel sheepishly handed you a wrapped box, the wrapping was neat and tidy. "Asmo helped me wrap it. I couldn't get the tape off my fingers and onto the box without getting it stuck to itself."

You smiled to yourself as you imagined Beel struggling with the tape. Inside his small box was a voucher for a year of free meals at Hells Kitchen and a bracelet that matched his necklace. "Asmo also helped me pick that out."

"I love it. It'll remind me of you," You say as you put it on your dominate hand. "And the voucher will be great for when we hang out!"

He nodded as he sat back down. The only left was Lucifer. You looked over and he handed you a small box. "For you. Happy birthday, Y/N."

Inside was a record of some of the songs you two had listened to together in the devildom. Many from his own collection that he showed you, some from yours that you showed him. You smiled as you out the record back in the box. "I didn't think you'd be so openly thoughtful, Pridey McPrideFace."

"Watch it," He warns. You stick your tongue out at him. As scary as Lucifer is, you know he wouldn't do anything right now. You have him wrapped around your fingers with how soft he is for you.

"Thank you all, really. These are all so thoughtful.. Its the best birthday ever!"

They all said their "no problem"s, "Yer welcome!"s and "Of course"s.

"Now," Satan said. "Lets get ready for the rest of the fun to begin."

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#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me headcanons #obey me brothers #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me lucfier #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me poly #obey me fluff #obey me series

[erodasfishtacos]

The Brits Dilemma

” Prompt: Harry & Y/N go to the Brits. It’s the first time they’ve been away from their baby. Y/N is struggling but doesn’t want to ruin the night for her husband.

Word Count: 1.8 k +

Warnings: Depictions of breastfeeding

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The award show was going well. It was the first time Y/N had been out in nearly three months besides a few brunch dates and grocery shopping.

Usually, she was pretty confident in what she wore to accompany her husband to all of these flashy events - but not tonight.

Her bump had deflated but she was still attempting to get rid of the stubborn pouch that stayed after the baby had been born. It wasn’t anything out of the norm - just still trying to lose it.

She was breastfeeding and her breasts were much larger than before. They felt heavy and too big for her body. Not to mention, they were constantly swollen and achey. Pads were a must so she doesn’t leak through the tight satin black dress.

The dress was a beautiful custom design by Gucci that complimented Harry’s sharp suit but nothing felt right. It was digging into her sides and made it hard for her to sit on her chair.

The Brits were held in the O2 Arena which wasn’t very far from their London home but she felt like she was lightyears away from her baby. Even though she knew Sasha was in good hands with Anne.

Y/N was so proud of Harry for being up for five - yes, five different awards. It was a record for him and she didn’t want to let him down by complaining. It was his night. He’s been such a devote father - he deserved a break too.

So she swallowed down the anxiety she was feeling about being away from their little newborn for the night along with her worries about her changing body.

There was milling about between the tables before the show got started. Harry had people coming up him constantly - congratulating him on the album, the nominations, the baby.

Married life and fatherhood suited him well. A dazzling wedding band on his left ring finger, a necklace with an S for his daughter, along with her name freshly inked on right above his butterfly tattoo.

The open jacket he wore with is his barely buttoned dress shirt displayed it proudly. It was beautiful, done delicately in a timeless cursive. The font match his wife name that was tattooed on his hand.

He couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t excited to have a night out with his wife. He had Jeff booked a hotel for the night to have some alone time with you while his mum got to enjoy a night with her only grandchild.

Y/N was counting down the hours up until tomorrow when she could go home to see her baby. She should really tell Harry that she wants to go home and not out to a club and the hotel.

But the it just slowly starts to deteriorate further when a bald, plump business exec comes to greet the two of you. He gives his warm wishes about the birth of your child before smiling at Y/N and stating, “The baby weight will come off soon enough.”

Her throat closes up a bit and she self-consciously tries to push her chair closer to the table. It was the last thing that she needed to hear. Confirming all of her worst insecurities.

Harry glares at the man before turning to his wife, “Hey, you look s’perfect, my love. I’m so bloody lucky you’re mine.”

He’s truly trying his hardest to bring a smile to her face but he notices it’s never quite meeting her eyes. 

It get even worse when Harry gets his first award, male solo artist of the year. 

As she’s standing and clapping for him - she realizes she’s beginning to leak through her nipple inserts.

Y/N excuses herself in the middle of his acceptance speech to rush through the string of tables - out into the corridor. The last thing she wanted to do was for it to show up on a very expensive dress.

The echo of his voice can still be heard, “Love to thank my beautiful wife who makes writing sappy love songs easy and was the main inspiration for my recent album. She also just gave birth to our beautiful baby.....”

She feels awful when she tunes him out, finding the bathroom and hurriedly rushing in. There’s a gorgeous woman standing at the sink, washing their hands. 

Fucking Taylor Swift.

Any other time it’d be awkward and uncomfortable - running into an ex who wrote multiple songs about her husband.

But she couldn’t careless right now, “Hi, erm, this is really weird but could you unzip my dress? I’m leaking and - shit that was way too much information.”

But Taylor smiles kindly, “No! It’s okay, totally. No worries. Congratulations on your baby - you look so hot tonight.”

Y/N laughs and thanks her for unzipping the dress before going into a stall and locking the door. She slides her bra straps off her shoulders and disposes of the soaked pad in the sanitary bin.

Luckily, she has a clean burp rag that she gently swipes at her breast - wincing as it brushes against her swollen nipples. Even the soft fabric felt too rough on them.

It’s a minute or two before the bathroom door swings open, “Y/N? Lovie? Are you in ‘ere?”

She feels guilt at the panic in his voice. Managing to croak out, “I’m in here,” before leaning forward to unlock the door.

Harry waste no time in sliding into the stall before latching the lock again. Taking in the sight of his wife in front of him.

“I-I started leaking, M’sorry,” Y/N whispers, she has no reason to feel embarrassed but she is. “I missed your speech.”

“None of that, baby. I’ll give more speeches for you to hear - I only care that you’re okay. I’m sorry y’leakin, lemme help you, pet.”

In true Harry fashion, he takes the rag and turns on the sink - running it under warm water before carefully cleaning his wife up.

“Are they botherin’ you? They look irritated and super swollen, darling,” Harry frowns, a very gentle thumb coming to brush against her nipple. Then cupping her swollen breast in his hand, thumb rubbing at the pink skin.

“Just a little bit,” She lies, they’re absolutely on fire with chafing and skin irritation from the bra she’s wearing. She never thought she’d miss her nursing bras and sports bras this much.

He nods and helps place new inserts in her bra. Who’d think this is what Harry would be doing between accepting awards. Everyone unassuming in the arena.

**

Harry has been four for four thus far into the ceremony. They’d only had him go up and give two acceptance speeches. His hand firmly planted on his wife’s thigh throughout. 

When he went up for his second award, the camera zooms in and the crowd coos are he plants a kiss on his wife’s lips before pulling her into a hug - whispering something into her ear the audience can’t hear.

He was much more focused on his wife. He could read her fairly well - he’d like to think. Enough to know she’s having much fun. But he didn’t want to bring it up and make her feel bad.

Harry sees the way she keeps adjusting her bra, fidgets with his rings when his hands in his lap, and not even really looking up while one of her favorite artist - Dua Lipa -performs.

Y/N loved a good party before the baby. So Harry was hoping going to the Brits afterparty would make her feel better and then going back to their hotel room for a some alone time.

**

Y/N has been increasingly quiet when they’re exiting the arena after the final award artist of the year - which Harry had also won.

He was on cloud nine and admittedly a little distracted as he joked and laughed with a small group of friends on the way out. 

“Alright, should we all just pile into a cab for the ride to the party?” Nick Grimshaw asks everyone.

Everyone is in agreement - including Harry -as he calls to order one - standing in the blocked off area away from fans and paparazzi.

Y/N wants to tell him she wants to go home to Sasha but when she hears him say, “Can’t wait to get to Exhibit - haven’t been there in forever. One of my favorite clubs.”

She bites her tongue. Harry is enjoying his night out - why can’t she?

In the taxi, she’s sat on Harry’s lap as they make their way to the club. His one hand is on her inner thigh and the other is on her waist holding her steady.

In the morning, she’ll blame her post-partum hormones and anxiety. But she doesn’t even realizing her eyes are filling with tears and when she blinks they spill down her face.

She wouldn’t feel as embarrassed if she wasn’t in the car full of literal celebrities who are filled with adrenaline and excitement. Chattering and drinking from little liquor bottles they’d snuck in their jackets and clutches.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Rita Ora asks from her seat - noticing the streaks ruining your makeup.

She nods pathetically, wiping at her eyes but Harry is turning her to face him. His bright green eyes filled with concern as he studies her face.

The previously very obnoxiously loud cab becomes silent as they try to give the couple a semblance of non-existent privacy.

“What’s happening, dove? Are you hurting?” Harry panics, coming to wipe the smeared makeup away.

“I don’t want to go to the club,” Y/N sniffles, squeezing her eyes shut at how embarrassed she is of her behavior. She would usually never act this way - especially in public. And Harry knows that so it makes him even more concerned.

“That’s okay, pet. We can go have a night in, when the cab stops - we can uber back to the hotel,” Harry soothes, surprised when that brings on fresh tears.

“N-no, I want to go home. I miss the baby, I want to- need to see our baby. I-I can’t do this. My anxiety is through the roof, Harry. What if she can’t sleep? Or isn’t taking the bottle?”

“Baby, breathe, breathe. We can go home. I miss the bub terribly too. Have been worried about her all night.”

Harry tugs his wife into his chest further - tucking her head into his neck as he shoots his friends grateful looks. They all nod, sympathetic and understanding - despite them not having kids of their own.

**

“I ruined your night,” Y/N says softly in the back of the uber home. “I leaked during the show; cried in front of all your friends.”

Harry takes her chin gentle but firm until she meets his gaze, “You didn’t ruin anything f’me. All I care about is you and the baby - not some stupid award ceremony or party.”

He continues on, “You just gave us Sasha three months ago - y’bloody amazing. Best mum, best wife. Sexiest too - know you don’t think that right now but your body literally grew my baby. I get a hard-on everytime I see you.”

They both laugh, Y/N leaning forward to capture her husbands lips in a meaningful kiss of gratitude and thanks.

**

Anne smiles kindly when the two of them arrive home. A very fussy, red-faced swaddled baby coddled in her arms. 

“She hasn’t settled for quite a while now - she missed her parents very much,” Harry’s mum tells them, transferring her into her father’s arms. He’s automatically rocking and running his thumb over her cheek.

“Ooh, we missed you. Was Nana nice to you?” Harry coos. Sasha has already quieted and is blinking tearfully up at her smiling father.

“Such a good girl, best girl,” Y/N sighs, leaning in to kiss her downy hair. Harry’s hand coming to wrap around his wife’s waist as they peer down at their perfect little daughter.

Anne smiles at his son and daughter-in-law fawning over their little creation with so much love and adoration.

After a minute of chatting -Harry’s mum makes her way up to the guest room after a long night with a miserable baby. They make their way to their room where Y/N strips out of her tight dress and awful bra. 

She sits against the headboard in just a pair of soft cotton panties. Harry is gently shushing her and humming a melody as his wife gets situated. He knew she was anxious to feed the baby.

“That’s it my sweet thing. Y’missed us, hm? We missed you too, bub. Nana said y’wouldn’t take the bottle. Only want your mumma, hmm?” Harry coos, kissing her chubby cheeks.

He’s then giving Y/N the baby, who ferociously latching within seconds and begins eating like she’d been starved for the last week. Making weak little rumbles as she does so.

They both giggle fondly, Y/Ns fingers come to touch her fluttering cheek - memorizing her over and over again.

Harry gets onto the bed and settles next to the both of them. Watching his baby feed in amazement at what his wife was capable of. He smears a few kisses against her bare shoulder - hand on his baby’s back.

How strong she was - as he knew it had to be at least a little bit painful with how irritated her nipples had been. He can tell when she winces every once in a while.

He plants a few more kisses to her warm skin - noticing her eyes getting a bit droopy as Sasha feeds at a slow, suckling pace.

“If I’m being honest, being with you - watching you feed our baby...I’d rather be here than at any club.” 

Y/N snorts, rolling her eyes, “Sure.”

Her husband frowns, “M’serious, this is all I need, baby.”

“I love you, congratulation on all your Brits,” Y/N murmurs, pecking at his lips.

“I love you too. I meant it, during my speeches. I wouldn’t have been able to write those songs if you hadn’t inspired me. You’ll and the bab will always be the best muse.”

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[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 23: PRETTY BOY

emotions run wild when everyone is drunk and hardly coherent. quackity is always loud, but tonight is a full on assault on the senses (the ears, in particular). bretman simps for corpse too much for your liking. rae is happy for once. there’s a confession of love somewhere in there. sister james makes a very good impostor, but that’s old news, the real question is who gave you a knife? a new persona emerges that leaves the roaches quivering in their boots.

─── corpse husband x reader, a lil bit of everyone x reader (because she’s a queen) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: a lil over 7k.

author’s note: it’s the way i can’t follow a fucking calendar for me. sorry guys, i swear to god i thought i had one more day before thursday . the idiot award goes to me and i accept it with pride. anyway, i was excited to write this for a while! quackity is in mexico, that’s why he drinks, too. my fic, my rules, he’s too funny not to include. im also working on an extra w dream and mr quack so look forward to that, too! hopefully u like this part ily xx and as always lmk wat u think!!

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The outfit for today was picked with care and consideration. Hot, as always- you had forgotten your roots, your hoodie and sweats lay hidden in the bottom of your drawer never to be worn on stream again. You’ve changed. Clout really does that to people. Some viewers, naturally, find your hotness near insulting: how dare you rub your beauty in their faces, and so unabashedly, too?! If only you had a twinge of self-awareness, perhaps you would tone it down. But you don’t, and whether that’s by choice or not is the mystery the whole internet tries to solve (ARMY has been working diligently, and you admire their effort, though in the end their tireless labor brings no tangible results). 

You went from hot to hotter. In all truth, the fires eating away at California can be blamed on you. You carry this burden in stride, in your platform overpriced shoes some girl scammed you on Depop with, in your fishnets, in your skirt, in your corset, in your rings and necklaces and chains. You woke up today and chose violence. Decided your existence will be a plague to the rest of the populace, and meant it (that, maybe, you took inspiration from a certain faceless Youtuber that so happens to be your boyfriend or whatever). You feel powerful. Like you could step on the world and the world would let you. You decide that it’s the way it should always be. 

The smile on your lips informs of nothing good to your quaint, small audience of 40k. You change the lighting in your room from the soft cherry blossom pink to menacing violet. As fitting for a villain.

Perhaps California’s hellish sun has finally purged you of your bubbly, docile nature (arguably, you had never possessed it to begin with); perhaps it’s the forth mimosa you’re mixing as people slowly trickle into the lobby. Who knows?! Not you, definitely. What do all of those boring dead white European philosophers say? Embrace the unknown? Cheers, you’ll drink to that.

In stark contrast to your appearance, your room is a fucking mess. A war-zone of epic anime scale. Everything is scattered, well, everywhere. A perfect representation on what’s going on in your mind, always. You don’t like how people focus on your surroundings-- you’re the main attraction, hello? Are you not enough to sustain them? Must they beg for more?! Totally ungrateful. You shake your head in disappointment, as if a mother scolding her children. 

noooooo! mom pls forgive me i will never ask abt anything ever again T_T

yall looking at the room? lol couldnt be me

feels like im five and my mum just told me i cant eat a pretty rock i found on the pavement:(

You can’t contain your sly grin. Eyes twinkle with a purplish hue, appearing all the more menacing. You tricked them once again, oh how absolutely evil of you. In your blind delight you accidentally spill champagne on your lap.

“-Oop, fuck.” You snort.

why does she sound like goofy 

The scandalous drunk Among Us stream is about to start. You had been eerily silent through the greetings, and those that chose to approach you were met with a cold shoulder and minimal replies. All on purpose, of course. You wish to plant a seed of unease within them, and so far, it’s working. There are questions unanswered, jokes unsaid, Quackity unteased. It breaks your heart, but it must be done. You look into the camera, all vulnerable and devout, as if to say: I’m doing this for you, all for you.

pack it up yandere simulator

idk whats going on but i think im into it?

villain arc villain arc villain aRC VILLAIN ARC

“Hey, guys,” Corpse’s voices rings in your headphones, and not a blink later his astronaut appears in the lobby in a cloud of smoke, “Hi, Y/n.”

More sharp, excited hellos follow after. You merely hum, though give no further reply. As Corpse strays to your side, Charlie steps in in front of him, “BDA access only. You have a permit, bitch?”

“Y/n is being quiet-she’s being quiet, guys!” Quackity helpfully informs, as if the rest failed to notice your cryptic silence, “Don’t be sad Corpse, man, Corpse don’t be-she didn’t say shit to me either.”

“Y/n has decided to not waste her breath on the SDS.” Charlie voices, “And you know what? I actually agree with her for once.”

“SD-what now?” Dream questions.

“The Small Dick Society.” Charlie explains, noting Dream’s whine of protest, “Oh no, don’t give me that shit, weren’t you bitching about not being invited and not belonging to exclusive clubs? Congratulations, you’re finally part of one.”

“Wait!” Quackity interjects, “Am I part of it too?”

“Guess, Sherlock.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Corpse says. You nod to your audience, like he just spoke the God honest truth, and follow in his example. Your tentative sip unexpectedly turns into a greedy gulp, but you’re not complaining. The only slightly coherent thought that rings in your mind is drink tasty.

“Ignore them,” Rae chimes, “Y/n’s probably plotting something and using Charlie as a cover up.”

“I’d never.” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them.

“Well you sure are very quick to deny it.” You can hear her smirking, can hear the proud lilt in her voice, like she caught onto your silly little scheme, like she has you all figured out. Your eyes narrow dangerously. The night behind your window pools dark, with far away city lights glimmering before they, too, seem to dim. 

Your roommate is back on your shitlist. How her name was missed among the rest.

“I’m defending my honor.” You yelp, the playfulness back in your voice along with your sunny smile, “I can’t have my wifey slandering me online. At least do it in private, geez.”

If Rae’s such a good detective, you’ll give her a good chase. Perhaps you’ve been laying it on too thick. Made her too suspicious. She can’t out you yet--not when your plans are so grand, so fun. It would be a waste.

“Why weren’t you saying anything then?” Quackity questions.

“Do I need a reason not wanting to talk to you?” You shoot back. Your friends laugh and he tries to shriek something past their cackle. You lean back into your chair, the tension from Rae’s confrontation finally easing. You wink at the camera and bring a finger to your lips. The roaches swear to secrecy, elated by your wickedness. As appropriate, they spam devil emojis and various renditions of evil hohohos and hehehes. The apple truly does not fall far from the tree. You had raised them well. You raise your glass in solidarity. A few donations fall into your pocket, easily summed up as: make them suffer.

Muting the discord call, you give a single response, “Oh, I intend to.”

i hope this doesn’t awaken something in me

^already too late for me bro

As caught up in wreaking havoc among your viewers as you are, you miss Sykkuno’s entrance, though from what you can tell, Charlie gave a stern warning to back the fuck off to him, too. He’s playing into your plan so beautifully. Truly, you couldn’t do this without him. Back to stalking the chat you go.

Your eyes flicker to the game upon Bretman’s signature drawl and “Hi, daddy.”. You have no time to get offended at Corpse’s sweet “Hi, honey” back, because the next person to join the discord call and the lobby leaves you speechless. You knew, of course, you had been informed of the line-up, but still, you had never expected yourself to be so close to Jomes Chorles himself. You make a weird gesture with your hands, half wave half excited wiggle, as if you’re telling the audience to calm down, when, in fact, it is you that needs calming.

He goes saying his hello’s like doing a public service, name by name, before, lastly, uttering, “Hi, Miss Y/n. Loooove the vids.”

He’s a roach in disguise, who could’ve known?! Your audience is so diverse and unexpected, gosh, you’d shed a tear if the mascara wasn’t so expensive.

“Hi!” You reply with a grin, and it’s genuine this time, a glimmer of your old self, “Hi, I love your videos, too. It’s like, really cool to finally meet you.”

“Oh my God, you too!” Is his enthusiastic reply, “Okay, the energy in the studio today? Love it.”

“Is this all of us?” Quackity asks.

“Sadly.” James says with a note of disappointment.

“HEY!”

“Okay, guys!” Ash chimes, “Let’s do this! Proximity Among Us, round one, go go go!”

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

Luck does not shine upon you during the first round- you are stuck as Crew Mate, your life cut short by Bretman who had the audacity to bite your head off. You’re positive Ke$ha wrote her hit single Cannibal about him, and if she didn’t, she definitely had a That’s So Raven moment and predicted it. It’s also insanely suspicious as after you are eliminated he sticks real close to Corpse, feigning innocence (and this is a controversial opinion you do not endorse) better than even you. It wounds your pride, having been picked off so casually, so quickly, and now stuck a ghost you roam the halls of the dying spaceship, lost, confused, heartbroken.

Charlie runs past you, not once even glancing in your direction. “Brother...” You mutter sadly, “Do you not see me here? Do you not feel... the loss of your twin’s heartbeat...?" Damn, these mimosas really are making you emotional. You sniffle and take a sip to calm the storm within you. No rage, just sadness. You are still processing your own tragic demise.

Suddenly, a meeting is called. There’s a horrible red X on your astronaut. You are the only one dead so far, and of course the rest won’t vote out the fucker. How bitterly you sit! With your arms crossed over your chest and your glare sharp enough to cut through glass. Fuck the sad shit, now you’re just angry. At the very least, the second Impostor could’ve given you some company!

“I knew something felt off.” Charlie is first to speak.

“Who the fuck killed Y/n?” Corpse questions, and his voice ignites a whole discussion that lasts much too short. The others skip, having no suspect yet. It’s much too soon to start pointing fingers, but you still feel like they should have at least tried. Pouting, you fix yourself another drink.

“Stop drinking!?” You gasp, exasperated at your chats demands, “I’m dead! What else should I do, the tasks?! Nah, fuck that. I’m done. I’m out. Charlie better employ his fucking detective skills because if the Impostors win, I will literally quit the game--yes I will, no I’m not bullshitting, fucking watch me.”

Thankfully, Bretman was caught venting, and you didn’t have to end the stream prematurely. The second Impostor, your roommate (oh, the betrayal, Rae, how could you?!) was voted out due to Corpse’s suspicion. Victory to the Crew Mates! The game restarts and you find yourself back in the lobby.

“Miss Y/n,” Bretman says, “I am sooo sorry for killing you first, baby. It was just too easy. I couldn’t pass it up.”

Giggling, Quackity chimes, “Sister slaughtered.”

“Oh my God,” James groans, “shut up!”

“Yeah, Y/n.” Charlie speaks, and there’s an accusatory note in his calm voice, “Why the fuck did you allow yourself to be eliminated first? Real noob shit, I expected more of you.”

“HUH?!” You frown, “What’s with the victim blaming?! I literally was doing my task and Bretman snuck up on me. It’s not like I had a weapon to defend myself!”

“You have been avenged,” Corpse states, “and that’s all that matters.”

“Thank you, Corpse!” You say, “At least someone cares.”

“Hey, I helped, too!” Dream pipes up.

“No, you didn’t.” Corpse shoots him down, “I was the only one.”

“You were not--”

“Literally was. Isn’t that right, Sykkuno?”

“Uhhhh-” Sykkuno trails off, “Well, we-we all helped!” You can hear his shy smile, and you just know he’s bobbing his head up and down at this exact moment, “We all helped. Team work!”

“Team work!” The rest echo, save for yourself, Corpse, Charlie, and the two Impostors. Silence speaks more than a thousand words or whatever. You pray to any higher power willing to listen to finally assign you the role of the villain, the one you were born to do. 

Sadly, higher powers must have either shitty customer service or are in need of hearing aids, and you almost scream in frustration when your astronaut appears along with the others, the bold CREW MATE title chipping away at your master plan.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

“Hey, Y/n, hey! Hey, Y/n!” Rae finds you in Cafeteria, where you, metaphorically, are eating your feelings. Not that she needs to know, of course. She sounds chipper, a bit ditsy, and that must mean she’s sufficiently tipsy. You store that information for later, and forget about it as soon as you notice Dream and Sykkuno, like her very own personal bodyguards, trailing after her, “Wanna play a game?!”

“Is this Saw?” You inquire, somewhat lazy. You’d be lying if you said the alcohol wasn’t affecting you, it’s just instead of making you bubbly, it makes you mellow. This was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to terrorize everyone and laugh as they perished by your hand, yet here you are, wallowing in self-pity. The roaches start worrying. The donation jingle chimes.

BEATINGS & SLUTATIONS yns_fishnets donated 5$ mom just wait it out & dont worry youll get your vengeance soon lead them on!!!!

Your fishnets have a point! 

“Saw?--No, no, haa, no it’s a drinking game.” Dream sounds like he has had one too many rounds of this mysterious game, and naturally, you are intrigued.

“Where we drink!” Sykkuno clarifies. Right, well that explains everything! If you had any questions, you surely have none now.

“Okay, so, name a category, and you have to, like, say a word associated with it...Or something along those lines.” You hadn’t even agreed and Rae is explaining the rules already. She knows you too well. It’s both a blessing and a curse, “Can be anything! Okay, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n start!”

“Uhh--” If only your brain computed as fast as she spoke! “Song lyrics! Wait--who drinks?”

“You fail, you drink!” She hurries, “Choke me like you hate me but you love meeeeee. Syk, go, go go!”

“Uhm, ah, I don’t wanna feel like this, uh, fuck?” He laughs--it’s a raspy, embarrassed little sound, “I don’t...wanna look like this? Dream, now you!”

“Wait, we’re singing Corpse’s songs?”

“Any song!” You urge him quickly, “Hurry! Or drink!”

“She say I kill her cat like I'm Luka Magnotta--”

“Hey! That’s cheating! You can’t use my song!” Rae protest.

“That wasn’t in the rules!” He counters.

“Y/n! Time’s running out!” Sykkuno exclaims.

“Oh, uh, will-will the real Slim Shady please stand up!”

NOT EMINEM WHAT THE FUCK

MOOOM WHT THE HELL THIS ISNT 2008 T_T

“Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine--”

“All...All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better, uhh, run better run, faster...-faster than my gun?”

“Uhh, shit--fucking hell.” Dream laughs, and Rae practically screams at him to keep going, “Alright! Okay! I’m singing--uh, you’re so golden, na na na na?”

“I tell you what a woman loves most,” You chime gleefully, “it’s a man who can slap but can also stroke.”

finally, the mother mother representation we’ve all been waiting for

i aint exactly gay but i aint exactly not gay >:)

the bis won

“I steal a few breeeeaaaths from the woooorld for a minute--”

“Mitski?!” You question, eyes bulging, “Baby, who hurt you?”

Even if you can’t see her, you know she’s waving her arms around and shaking her head, “Not the point! Sykkuno!”

“Uh, I-I, uhm, I don’t--”

“Drinnnnk!” You all chorus. 

“It was a good concert,” You say, “Syk, I’ll drink with you.”

“Thank you, Y/n. That’s very kind of you.” He says softly, with a smile lining his lips. You grin.

“Oh, fine. Everyone, bottoms up!” Rae decides, and no one protest. A moment of silence passes, then, “Well, GG, GG, let’s do some tasks?”

Your enthusiastic Ariana Grande-esque “yuh” is cut short by the second meeting of game two being called. The first one to go had been Ash, voted out during a bathroom break as a joke, and you still feel a bit bad about that. Now, you notice Charlie has been eliminated. A sense of righteousness fills you--while you mourn for your brother from another mother and father and family tree, you feel like this is divine punishment for slandering you before the start of this round. Karma. Nothing much is discussed, and the meeting ends shortly with everyone skipping. 

You spend a good ten minutes wandering around with Dream, who’s mission appears to be convincing you to join his Minecraft server, and really, there was no need for him to try so hard. You failed to provide him with a concrete answer only because it would've been to humiliating to admit that you agreed instantly upon hearing the word Minecraft.

That’s when things get fucking weird. Another meeting is called whilst you’re in the middle of fixing lights, and once the board with the members appears you audibly gasp. There had been 8 living, breathing astronauts rushing around the map, and now only 4 remain. You, Corpse, James, and Alex. 

“What the fuck--what the fuck?!” You screech alarmed, noting Dream being among the perished crew, “I was just with Dream fixing the lights, I was just with him, what the fuck--”

“Okay, no one panic.” James says, “Let’s figure this out. Okay? Okay. Who else is close to Electrical?”

“I’m at Nav.” Quackity says.

“I’m at Cafeteria, but Y/n--” Corpse starts, “kinda weird that Dream died when you were with him?”

“I didn’t fucking kill him, I swear to God, Corpse, why are you accusing me?”

“Don’t be so defensive.” He says smoothly, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. We all have a reason to be sus, no? Considering you were right with him.”

“...It is suspicious.” James agrees, and a part of you dies inside. You understand their hesitance to trust you, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating!

“Guys, I didn’t kill him, I swear. He invited me to play Minecraft, I wouldn’t do that to him, not after that!”

Corpse merely hums, and it brings no comfort what’s so ever. The situation is spiraling, and not in your favor. Trying to salvage your chances at freedom, you try again, “Wh-James, James, you called the meeting, right?”

“Yeah, I found Rae’s body near Medical.”

“So I couldn’t have killed her and Dream at the same time!” You latch onto that piece of information, hoping it will save you.

“You could’ve vented.” Corpse points out, “Plus, there’s no telling how old the body is.”

“Killing five fucking people? It’s the work of one person, or else the game would have already ended. As it stands, I am no way sober enough to think all of this out.”

A brief silence hangs in the air; your lungs constrict from tension, from spilling words so hotly. You grasp your glass, as if for emphasis, and take a shy sip. It taste sweet, a bit too sweet for your liking. Must be your nerves. You drink again to wash the taste out of your mouth, which, surprisingly, doesn’t work. You whine a little, stomping your feet like a child about to throw a temper tantrum.

“...I believe her.” Quackity says. You breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Alex, thank youuuuuu!” You gush, batting your lashes as if he could somehow see you and that would somehow portray your innocence, “I knew I liked you for a reason!”

He mutes his mic, his spill of words lost to your ears, but chat helpfully informs that he’s screaming because you don’t hate him. 

y/n out here collecting men like pokemon cards

Now all that’s left is to convince the others. You start with the one you know will work, “Corpse,” You address him in your sweetest voice.

“Y/n,” James warns, “don’t you dare--”

“Baby, I didn’t kill anyone, I’m crew mate, you gotta believe me.”

“She's innocent.” Corpse declare, thoroughly convinced.

“Oh my fucking God, you fucking simp!” James laughs, “She’s obviously manipulating you!”

“No, no, she isn’t. She’s innocent, I agree with Quackity. Now, it’s either you or him.”

“Could be you for all we know!” Alex accuses.

“Guys, time’s running out.” You mutter fretfully, noting the seconds tick by from white to red. 

“I’m voting Alex.” Corpse says.

“What?! Fucking traitor! Fine, I’m voting for you.” Alex hisses.

“Ugh, hate agreeing with Quackity, but I’m also voting Corpse. Sorry, hon, nothing personal.” James says. The VOTED icons pop up beside their characters and you panic, pressing your mouse idly but it’s too late, there wasn’t enough time, and you cry as Corpse is thrown into lava. The chat spams F, and it feels like salt on a fresh wound.

In a second you’re back in Cafeteria, shell-shocked and trembling, and Quackity cusses because the Impostor is still among you. His frustration doesn’t last long as you watch in horror as Jams Chortles, beauty guru supreme, murders the only other crew mate in cold blood and all you can do is gape and let his cheerful laughter fill your ears. The screen bleeds red, informing of Impostor victory, the second one being Ash. Looks like you voted her off for the right reason, but little difference did it make.

“Corpse!” You yell past the cacophony of voices, all in varying forms of excitement or anger, beelining for his in-game figure, “Corpse, I’m so sorry, I panicked, I tried pressing the button but I wasn’t quick enough--”

“It’s alright, baby. Don’t worry about it.” He’s so calming, so gentle, you might burst into tears again. What did you do to deserve him? You wish he was with you so you could smother him in a hug. Alas, all you can do now is say “I kith you, mwah!” and rush to the other side of the lobby, as if to hide from such a bold display of affection, even if it was a joke (it wasn’t).

yall say corpse simps for y/n but the reality is y/n simps for corpse harder

queen stop its embarrassing

bhaddies can simp!! i wouldnt but its her choice <3

More deliberations, commentary, and short breaks. Once everyone has returned, the countdown starts. You’re still reeling from the chaos of emotions, the five stages of grief you experienced in 1 second upon Corpse’s unjust demise, that it takes you a moment, a single heartbeat to realize what you’re seeing on screen.

The letters IMPOSTOR hang above your astronaut, with Dream standing just behind you as your newly appointed partner in crime. And suddenly, all the sadness and the tenderness and sympathy vanish with a curt exhale. You slowly turn your head to the chat, muting the Discord call, your soft chuckle of disbelief turning into a full blown laugh.

it’s happening!!!! 

omg omg omg omg

VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC

You slap your palm over your lips, trying to contain your wicked smile, to tone down your broken giggles, “N-No, I can’t laugh yet,” shaking your head softly, you look into the camera, “they’re all going to die.”

pack it up light yagami

this has awoken something in me.

^ same

The crew mates go their own ways, rushing to do their tasks like the diligent little workers they are. How adorable. Their grim fate is still miles away from them. The shit you’ll pull will be for the history books. Much like your outfit, which you picked keeping in mind your newfound thirst for blood, you had devised your plan of action with care and consideration. You had been mulling it over all day, drawing on paper like the absolute madwoman you are; hell, you even made sticky notes on who to go for first and what to say. Sure, being moderately drunk hinders your memory slightly (an understatement of the century), but you got a feel for what you’re going to do. It’s nothing short of evil.

Dream and you don’t exchange words, you merely nod at him-- which he, of course, can’t see-- but your criminal bond enables telepathic communication. You can hear his thoughts, ones that strangely sound like drink drink, drink drink. And really, who are you to refuse such an enticing offer?! As he fucks off to stalk his victims, or play pretend, you take a sip. The cocktail is still sweet, but this time it’s not the icky sweet you had tasted prior. You glance at your sticky notes, ones the roaches can’t see, and nearly spill your drink for the second time today as you jerk.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, shoving your headphones off and spinning in your chair. You hastily stand up, wobble -- the world is pleasantly funny right about now -- and giggle. Stepping past the mountains of abandoned clothes and pillows and blankets and anime plushies, you maneuver your way to your bedside table and yank it open, nearly taking out the whole drawer with you. In the mess of old diaries and bad drawings, pencils, jewelry, and stickers, you fish out something you should not be wielding in your inebriated state.

It’s a knife.

In midst of teenage angst you had ordered it off of Amazon with your mom’s credit card, all the while whining that it’s not a phase, mom, and it’s what all of my cool kid friends with fried hair have, and don’t you want me to fit in, don’t you want your daughter to be happy?! You think it’s about that time, the time of too much uneven eyeliner and black eye shadow, that she took to calling you little raccoon. Trash rabbit was your personal favorite, but she used it sparingly. When you presented your Macy’s outfit, holding up a fucking butterfly knife, to your dad, asking if it was a look, he glanced up from some boring business magazine all boring business dads read and said, with a bright smile might you add, “It’s a something!”.

Oh, how it gleams in the lilac light. You used to do tricks with it, back in eight grade maybe, and--what the fuck? Why did you parents allow you to buy it in the first place? Well, because you’re the only child, the only one important, of course they got it for you and clapped enthusiastically at your performances, because why wouldn’t they? The whining they’d face otherwise would’ve been harder to endure than a whole dance number to Panic! At The Disco’s greatest hits. Broadway looked so fucking shabby in comparison. Your mom said so, so it must be true.

Stumbling back to your extremely confused viewers, you take your seat, feeling a bit more grounded now that you’re not standing on your platform shoes anymore. Putting on your headphones, you grin at the chat that starts swimming, and not from too much drinking either. You do a quick flick of your wrist, one that thankfully doesn’t end in injury, and the sharp tip of the exposed knife points upwards, glimmering. It’s a rainbow colored one, because one, it’s pretty, and two, you weren’t hardcore enough for the jet-black or straight up military ones the other emo kids had. Cute and dangerous, just like you.

So you just sit there, holding it up, looking somewhat sly as the roaches capture this momentous moment with screen-caps. Someone definitely clipped you trudging past the obstacle course to obtain a weapon of mass destruction. You must be already trending on Twitter, though you can’t exactly log on and confirm your suspicions. You just feel like you might be, like you should be, because your audience wouldn’t let this slide. Thankfully, your friends don’t have time to check social media, or you’d be outed in an instant.

“Y/n?” Your roommates voice booms from your headphones, and you perk up with a stupid realization that you completely forgot about Among Us. Stuck at the start, at the lobby where Dream had left you, you see her astronaut waddling to you, “What are you doing here? Wait--Have you not moved from the beginning?” She can barely finish the sentence without giggling. 

You grin, “I was looking for something.”

Your voice is soft, too calm for your usual frantic spill. You gently set the knife down, hand coming to rest on your mouse, fingers idly, slowly, bouncing on the buttons.

“...What were you looking for?” She’s none the wiser, the numerous drinks consumed tonight numbing her sharp mind. She would have noticed. Your eerie composure would’ve given it away in a heartbeat, or at least hinted at something being objectively wrong. But she sounds curious. Poor girl, hasn’t she heard? Curiosity killed the cat.

“A knife.”

“A knife?!” There’s something about her tone that implies a mental clicking, the puzzle pieces falling together, “You have a knife?!”

“Yes.”

“No!”

You think it would only be appropriate that the random sequence of killing animations renders the backstabbing one. You grin, biting your lower lip with a quiet snicker.

i love women

if evil bad...why seggy?

You take your time leaving her there -- in true serial-killer-to-be fashion, you stick around for a bit longer, admiring your handiwork, or more like the chat singing your praises. You joined today with the intent of making an interesting stream. You have no doubt in your mind that now it will be legendary.

You move down the hallway, and you let your imagination wander: you can almost feel the stuffy air of your helmet, can almost hear your loud footsteps echoing in all this hush, can almost see your reflection in the spotless tile floor. It’s not long before your second victim makes an appearance, running circles in Cafeteria. You hear his voice first before you see him, recognizing Alex by his unhinged screech of “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!” 

“And what’s got you so excited?” How cool and collected you are, gosh, you barely contain the quiver of excitement that threatens to slip out. 

“Y/n!” He exclaims, rushing to your side like a lost puppy--he’s really making this easy for you, he’s not even trying, “You just missed--Oh my fucking God, you just missed James, he-he called me tall, he called me fucking tall! Let’s go, let’s gooooo!”

“Well, you are tall, aren’t you?” You chime sweetly, almost as sweet as the drink that lingers on the tip of your tongue, “Real 6′3 energy, no?”

“Yes, yes, exactly! You get it, you fucking get it--” Once again, his mic goes mute, and you glance at the chat for help.

hard to transcribe what hes saying but hes taking shots and yelling that he loves you good job mom

hey, queen! girl, you have done it again, constantly raising the bar for us all and doing it flawlessly

mom plz dont kill alex hes too cute hes all uwu rn

Oh, how you’re about to break his poor little heart. If you had any good left in you, you’d spare him. You don’t, and you’re not taking requests at the moment, so all you do is smile at your chat and they know. They just do. Hive-mind shit, you’re all two-faced little fuckers.

You giggle, and it sounds a tad fake, “You’re so weird, Alex,” You start, and he’s back in the call, a sound of confusion echoing in your ears, “but I get it, you know. You’re weird. You’re a weirdo. You don’t fit it, and you don’t want to fit in. I mean, really, has anyone even seen you without your stupid hat?”

“...Do--” He sputters, bellowing a laugh, “Do you have that whole fucking monologue memorized?!”

“Is it because you’re bald?”

“I’m not fucking bald!” His giddiness is quickly replaced by anger.

You hum, pretend to think, lastly barking a “Liar.” before you kill him. His scream is cut off, leaving only deafening silence at it’s wake. Unlike with Rae, you don’t stick around. You didn’t appreciate how little he enjoyed your recital.

You run into James near Navigation, most likely on his way to Cafeteria. He ends his song mid-note, and you breathe a sigh of relief, “Finally! Someone! I’ve been looking all over, where the hell is everyone?” You question, blocking his way, lest he accidentally stumbles onto the crime scene and easily pins it on you. You’re not done yet.

“Honestly? No clue. I’m searching for them myself, like, everyone’s scattered. I hope no one died.”

You smile. You tried not to, but you can’t contain it, “Me, too.” You echo the sentiment, urging him to join you, and he does. Too trusting. Everyone in this game is too fucking trusting. You lead him back to Nav, feigning that you have a task here. As you pretend to move the spaceship, you can’t help but ask, “Hey, James?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

A beat of silence passes, “Oh no, fuck that, I don’t like this at all.” He states, about to spin on his heel and bolt like he should do, but you’re quicker-- killer instincts and all-- and he’s dead before he makes it out the doorway.

“See, after your No More Lies video, I figured you’d only tell the truth.” Yes, this is the part of the anime where the villain monologues, only the hero in this case is an astronaut cut in half, and not exactly alive to listen to you. You hope James’ ghost sticks around, “Case in point, why the fuck did you tell Quackity he’s tall?” You eye the chat, which’s mostly spamming W and comparing you to Ryo from Devilman Crybaby. “Such a shame...” You murmur, pressing the REPORT button.

“What?! How are so many people dead?!” Ash gasps, her kind voice tinted with fear and confusion. Your three kills, like military stars on an uniform of a distinguished officer, are displayed on the board. Dream appears to be slacking, having yet to take a life.

“Someone’s been real fucking busy.” Charlie observes. It’s true, you have been.

“I found James in Nav, but holy shit--” You begin, exasperated, “--what the fuck, guys, how did we miss this shit? Where is everyone?”

“I’m at Electrical.” Corpse voices.

“And I’m with Corpse.” One sentence is all it takes to figure out your next target: Bretman. Revenge for being killed first in the first goddamn round, and for spending so much time with your boyfriend.

Eep!!! Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend!!! The word even makes you forget your thirst for blood, that’s how whipped you are. Sadly, it’s time to return to reality, to this grave situation.

“And what have the two of you been conspiring?” You keep your tone level, but that alone is enough to set everyone off. The unease you had planted within them before the game started is starting to bloom. However, if they suspect you, they don’t speak up, not yet.

“Fishnets, mostly.” Corpse says.

only partly a lie he was mostly talking abt u queen <3

corpse simping for y/n is the sweetest thing ever

the times corpse used y/ns name when talking abt y/n: 1. the times he used baby or my baby: infinite

“I’m wearing them right nyoooow.” Bretman drawls.

You hum, “What a coincidence. I am, too.”

“Wait--For real?” That seems to catch Corpse’s attention, because of course it does, you picked them with him in mind, after all.

“No peeping.” You tsk, obviously referring to his tendency to hop onto your stream unprompted. Whether he actually listens to your demands is beyond you, “Peeping means cheating.”

“For the love of fuck all, can we get back to the three dead bodies, please? Because I’m about to have a second coming of Christ moment and taste my consumed, digested beer for the second time.” Charlie interjects.

“I mean, anyone have any ideas who’d do this?” Dream takes hold of the conversation. Quiet, disappointed nos greet him. They have nothing to go on, no clues, not even a subliminal message. With everyone scattered, there is no way of locating the actual bodies and drawing a long red trail leading back to you. 

You’re too good at lying, and Dream is too good of a publicist. People tend to trust his judgement, which is his main asset (besides his calm demeanor of course). When the Among Us gods chose you as Impostor, they made sure you had every advantage. 

“Who-Who do you think it is, Dream?” Ash questions, “I trust you. I do. Just know that.”

“No fucking clue.”

“Y/n?” She tries again.

“Same. I’m a bit worried, though.”

“Let’s, uhhh, let’s skip?” Sykkuno offers. The consensus is to start voting at six. Your new mission is to make sure you dwindle the numbers down drastically before that can happen. You have no qualms about sacrificing Dream in order to meet your goals, either. Absolutely cold blooded.

Back at Cafeteria, there are words exchanged about Quackity’s body just laying there, forgotten. Blame is shifted: how come we didn’t notice sooner? Where’s Rae? And you mindlessly go along with their mourning, not really paying attention. Dream leaves with Charlie and Sykkuno, Corpse requests you stay with him and you sprout fake apologies. Not his time yet. Us girls need to stick together!, you sing, following after Ashley and getting further and further away from him, going deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of the spaceship.

You find yourself in Security with her, her cute astronaut pressed to the cameras, watching the live feed, “Let’s lurk here, okay? Maybe we’ll see something.” If only she saw who was standing behind her. 

“Who do you think is the Impostor?” You ask, standing in the doorway, “Or, more like, who are the Impostors?”

“Honestly?” She ends her word with a little sigh, “I think it might be Corpse and Bretman. I haven’t seen them at all this game.”

You smile, raising your brows, tilting your heard, and you sound so kind, like a dear old friend about to deliver a tender message, “...Have you seen me?”

“SHIT!”

Too late. In one smooth motion she joins the afterlife. You cut the lights, venting mindlessly till you spot Corpse and Bretman panicking in Weapons. Your existence is still a mystery to them.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck--” Corpse mumbles, “Bretman, don’t you dare fucking kill me right now.”

“I’m not Impostor!”

“Okay, I’ll drink to that.”

They rush out of Weapons, most likely on their way to Electrical, and you trail after them like the Grim Reaper itself, biding your time till you can deliver the killing blow.

“Corpse?!” You call out, mild panic ringing in your voice, “Is that you?”

“Shit, Y/n? Where are you?” He questions. Crew vision is so sad, so small, how can he not see you standing almost right next to him? “Where’s Ash?”

“I dunno,” You say, “when the lights went out I ran. Please don’t kill me.”

“I’d never do that, baby.”

Too easy. They’re all too fucking easy. You bite your lower lip, trying to stop the laugh bubbling in your chest, to stop the lightheaded dizziness that overcomes you with a rush of excitement. 

“Thanks, pretty boy.” You mutter, and it sounds a bit lower than you intended, a bit darker, something sinister lurking underneath cotton candy words. It instantly clicks in Bretman and he makes a noise, something like a whine, and you see him backing away, “I know I can always trust you.” 

Whether Corpse notices the odd shift in tone, he doesn’t show it, “I like it when you call me that.” Is all he says, and you hear the smile in his voice, the appreciation. The trek to Electrical is all but forgotten. You slowly make your way to Bretman, “Where are you? Come here.”

“Just a minute,” You say cheerily, “I just need to kill Bret first.”

“Holy shit.”

“N-” Your victim’s sentence is cut off in a second, and you can’t contain your manic cackle this time, because the screen bleeds red, the words VICTORY splattered on it, depicting yours and Dream’s sneaky astronauts. You’re still laughing as the voices of your fallen friends ring in your ears.

“Y/n, what the fuck, you’re an actual monster.” Dream says, but there’s no actual weight behind his words, each syllable punctured with a laugh.

“I knew the second she asked me about my favorite scary movie that I’d get the chop.” James states.

“Wait, Y/n, did you kill everyone?” Corpse questions.

“She fucking did!” Dream answers for you, “I got Charlie and Sykkuno, and barely at that. What the fuck.”

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this.” You admit, giggling, raising you glass, “I toast to you, Dream. My perfect partner in crime.”

“I didn’t really do shit, but cheers.”

Quackity heaves a heavy sigh, “Y/n, Y/n, you don’t actually think I’m weird, right? Right?”

“No, she does.” James chimes.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVER DO TO YOU, DUDE?!”

More commotion, more noise, and you just sit there, buzzed, snickering, reading the chat as the rest agree to play another round. You thank the people who donated that you had accidentally missed among the, you know, murder, reply to a few questions, bow dramatically to the many praises and invisible flowers you receive for such beautiful assassin work. When you look back at the screen, you throw your head back with a maniacal laugh.

Impostor again, only this time it’s with Charlie. Family bonds are often restored when united under a common goal. You’re so happy. So happy. You weren’t done terrorizing your friends yet.

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✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

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[midava]

Dazai connfesing his feelings to Y/n headcannons

Dazai Osamu

He would invite you to some coffee and he would be gentleman. Calls you milady, miss or sweetheart. Previously he buys you necklace with dark-blood collored garnet. When you and him get into the cafee he choosed, he gestured you to the table and helped you to sit down on chair.

Then waitress bring the menu for the day and he odered what you want: ,,For the lady please cup of black tea and something sweet like her." After his words you were a blushing mess he saw it and smirked at you.

Waitress taked a notes about the order and leaved. He then looked at you and said:"You should blush more. It suits you and you look more cute. But it´s unbelivable because you are the cutest person in the world"

You blushed even more and you looked like tomato."Please, stop with complemtns. I am as red as tomato, Dazai." You said softly.

He smiled and took your hand in his and kiss it. "No no, my sweetheart. I cant stop saying you these things when they are truth."

When you wanted to say him stop with compliments waitress bring Dazais order for you. You say thanks to the waitress and she greeted you enjoy your tea. This afternoon in cafee with Dazai was awesome, but your mind was full of thoughts.

You know Dazai is kind to every woman. But he never buys someone expensive necklace. He never told you this much compliments before. While you were thinking Dazai was looking at you adoringly. After some minutes he recognized by your look you have somthing on your mind.

He take your hand in his. Both hands holding on the table. ,,Isn´t this beautyfull place?" he asked. You nod with your head ,,Yes, Dazai. It´s really pretty here" you smiled a little. ,,Then why are looking like sothing is on your mind?" His eyes were full of worry.

You shaked your head ,,I am just thinking.." you went silent for a moment to find right words to use." It´s nothing to worry about, Dazai" you tried smile calmly.

He turn your hand. Your hand palm up placed on table he started diong slow little circles on it with his finger. Now you were blushing mess. His finger on your palm makes butterflyes in your stomach.

His finger was gentle and soft. His still gaze on your face ,,Belladona, I know when is something on your mind bothering you" His tone sound worried. His eyes on you were the proove.

You were still silent. Not knowing how to answer. Then his eyes start observing his finger doing circles on your palm. ,,Then why would you try lie to me about this?"

You know Dazai is smart enough make you tell him evertihng and he had you where he wanted. Not able lie or simply change topic of convarsation. His sight going back on your face.

,,I was thinking about how you were treating me today. Buying an expensive necklace, compliments, invite me here, calling me by sweet nicnames" telling him all your thoughts he was listening to you.

Worry in his eyes dissapeared and made space for lovingly adoring look. He stoped doing circles on your palm and let his fingers connect with yours.

Starting leaning his body against table he gets his face dangerously close to yours. Then he whisper words that make you emberrassed the most on your life.

,,Isn´t that abvious Y/n?" Not able get words from your mouth he let his lips connect into kiss with yours. His palm on your cheek with his thumb making shivers everyhere on your body.

Before yours lips connected with his you blinked in confuse.

Even you were emberrassed you enjoy this moment. more than evering. This is must be a dream you thought, but your thoughts get away when Dazai puled back to look at you.

Loving smile on his lips and hand still on your cheeks. ,,Is that obvious now Belladona?" He said with low volume in his voice seductively. You shake your hand in disagree while having innocent look on your face.

,,I love you, Y/n" Your cheeks were on fire. Trying to find your words to answer he gave your lips small peck with his lips. Smiling at you he was watching your reaction.

Not beliving what your ears heard you were braething in and out. finally found right words you speak to him with shaky voice ,,I love you too, dazai" He leaned closer for another kiss wich you accept. This kiss was more loving and pasionete then the first one. This kiss was full of love and not affraindnes. After you parted away to catch breath you were looking at each other lovingly. ,,Do you want to be my sweetheart?" He asked teasingly.

,,Of course i want" you said teasingly back. He chuckled after your answer and kissed your hand. After seeing this everyone in cafee thought how lovly pair both of you are.

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Authors note: Hope everyone who read this enjoy this one shot <3. And please write in comments wich character you want next or some idea for story. Thank you, Mantao.

#bungou stray dogs #dazai x reader #dazai bungou stray dogs #dazai oneshot #dazai osamu #anime

[nightfall-kachiniko]

Ymir x gn!Reader Headcanons

(Little things she’d do that makes you love her even more <33)

-She has always been a huge fan of the drums. Ever since she saw them in Marcels memories in Marley, she’d act them out with two pens and a dresser, tapping her foot trying to make a beat. Sometimes when you weren’t looking she’d take the metal buckets used to give water to the cows and would slam her pen against it, trying to make a beat. One day you caught her and her face became a bright red, a flutter in her stomach as she kicked over the buckets on her desk screaming a “I-I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING! LEAVE!”

- Ymir’s honestly got the sound for music, and in modern!Au I see her being a rapper or in a band.

- I see Ymir being a Light academia/ grudge girl living her best life in NYC. She’s the type to go out to bars late at night, staying there until about 5AM and coming home wasted as you’d scold her for worrying you. “Y/n I am not drunk~” she’d say with her speech a bit slurred. “You’ve been out since eight! You worried me sick! I already know you are so stop your hiding!”

- Mmm a fan of nirvana and the beatles. Everything about Ymir screams city ‘80-90’s. She’d try to get you into them aswell.

- Back to regular AU, Ymir would show you affection by always being by your side. She's not as overbearing or protective as Mikasa, but she shows her affection by gifting, physical affection, and acts of service. Kisses you randomly and at times you’d never expect. You guys could be at a funeral and she’d be trying to make out with you while you're mourning the loss of your great uncle bill. (MY FANFIC IDEA BACK OFF I’M MAKING IT!!)

- Little things like twirling your hair in her fingers, or softly brushing up against you while walking past, a slap on your ass as when you turn back she gives you a smirky smile with a wink. Ymir can be cocky at times, hell that’s basically her whole personality, but love ig. (IM MESSING)

- Now for gifting, everytime she goes out in town, she buys you at least something. Whether it’s your favorite treat or a fancy necklace she stole, she's always thinking about you and your interests. Your questions about how in the world she got such an expensive gift always get ignored, it makes you worried she’s going too far, (The military doesn't pay that much anyway smh).

- You’d come home to your room spotless, your clothes folded, your bed made, your dresser organized and cleaned and your shoes aligned perfectly near the entrance. “Ymir?!” You said, shocked at what you just saw. “Hey baby” She’d say while kissing your cheek, whipping a rose from behind her. You laughed to yourself before kissing her back in appreciation, “Thank you sweetie, this helps me out a lot.... AND YOU VACCUMED!? I LOVE YOU OH MY GOD!”

- Ymir has such a love for nicknames, weather its you calling her one, or her calling you one. Of course, she loves your beautiful name~ Y/n how unique~ it’s like shes never seen your name in a fanfiction on tumblr before~~ BUT~ she hella likes calling you mammas. This woman is such a mama’s type. In Modern AU Collage, she’d be the one in the back of the classroom moaning “mommy” when the professor turns their head LMAO (totally haven’t done that before)

- The nicknames you’d use for her is “lovely,” “sweetie,” “alpha (AS A JOKE LMFAO NOT THE GATCHA SHIT ANYTHING BUT THE GATCHA SHIT) and probably “freckles,”

- she HATES when you tease her about her freckles. To be honest, I think she’s secretly, unironically, insecure about them. You didn’t catch onto this until later on, when you’d notice how every time you’d see her when you wake up they’d be there.

-During the day they were barely noticeable, and as you’d fall asleep, how they reappeared. You never thought of Ymir as a makeup person, until you found a matching skin tone powder in her bag. It finally started coming together. Her freckles disappearing, the skin tone powder in her bag, the way you catch her staring at her skin in the mirror. It all started to make sense, and honestly made you really sad. To you, Ymir was perfect, but I guess she didn’t see what you saw in her.

- You confronted her about it, and she said she doesn't’ like how “many” of them there are, to which you responded., “it’s only 102!” which is how many you counted. I feel like after a while she’d start to realize how hot she was and how many people from a reality world want to get with her who’s reading this right now and says “Damn, I am hot.”

THIS WAS SO DUMB LMFAO

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[brxceliiande]

FALLING LIKE THE STARS [Fem!Reader x Donald Malarkey]

AFTER A BROKEN HEART, Y/N GOES TO A BAR TO RELIEVE HER PAIN AND FINDS A BETTER SOLUTION

warnings : some swearing, mentions of cheating, intoxication

genre : fluff

word count : 1.5k+

note : finally have some time to write, and also possible part 2(?)

song recommendation : falling like the stars - james arthur

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maybe it wasn't meant to be.

trying for three years to be the one he loves, to be the one he can come back to. but it doesn't matter. that's in the past. i’ve tried everything to be the one he wants and he repays me with fucking some nurse in the pacific. if he's going to get some action in australia, then he won’t mind if I get some in england.

y/n stared at her appearance in the mirror, the velvet dress hugging in all the right places, hanging just above her knees. hair done up to perfection, eyes shadowed with browns and whites paired with painted red lips.

smiling at the woman staring back, she twirled and nodded her head at the mirror.

“y/n! come on, were going to be late,” said edith from downstairs. “unless, you're rethinking going out-”

“no, i’m coming!” said y/n, grabbing her purse and coat from the bed. running down the stairs, she met the questioning eyes of edith.

“what?” asked y/n, dropping her arms partially.

“nothing! well…” edith trailed off, walking up to y/n, she pulled out a necklace. “thought you would want this.”

it was stunning. silver chain, gems shining, even in the grim lights of home. it held a small, heart-shaped, trinket in the center, bedazzled with gems. y/n chuckled at the sight, it was certainly gorgeous.

“oh, edith…” said y/n, shocked at her friend’s gift. “this must of been very expensive! how did you get this?”

edith smiled at her, motioning her to turn around, which y/n obliged. bringing the necklace around y/n, edith spoke.

“it’s mine,” said edith, causing y/n to turn to her, “but, i don’t have use for it and I think tonight, it could find itself a person…”

clipping the necklace on, y/n reached up to it and felt it, smile dropping slightly at the kind gesture. it hurt like hell, but one way to forget about that stupid man in the pacific was to live life.

“well, i don't know if it’ll find someone tonight, but…” said y/n, shrugging at edith’s idea, “it can sure try.”

“that's all it asks for.” said edith, sending y/n a smile, “shall we get going?”

y/n agreed and the two headed out the door into the dark of the night, hoping to relieve some stress.

— —

aldbourne, england. such a small, beautiful village. with days full of soldiers and orders, the nights fill with lights, drinks, and cigar smoke. despite being an outpost for american soldiers, it was a great party village, especially the blue boar.

y/n and edith exited their car and made their way to the bar. entering the bar, they were engulfed with liquor and cigars. men of many ranks gathered in the bar, ranging from privates to majors and lieutenants. music playing softly amongst the chatter, y/n made her way to the bar.

“can i get a beer please?” asked y/n, the bartender nodded and walked away.

sitting on the stool, y/n picked away at her nails. the space was getting claustrophobic, but she could get through it, with a couple drinks in her that is. placing her purse on the counter, she shimmied off the jacket, revealing her velvet dress underneath.

scouting the bar, she spotted multiple groups of soldiers. many sat and drank, others playing cards or darts, and some on the dance floor. apart from soldiers, there were many women amongst the crowd also. all in their best dressings, red lips and perfect hair, just like her. the only thing i’m missing now is a wedding ring.

y/n shook her head at the thought. it wasn't her place to judge, she was in a situation where you would wear your wedding ring out while getting with other men. a ring to be tarnished or bring new meaning.

nodding to the bartender, she picked up the bottle he had placed and took a sip. sitting with one leg over the other, y/n watched the crowd of faces laugh. edith was nowhere to be seen, yet y/n wasn't concerned. the whole point was to come here to forget about everything, the war, the stupid men who cheat, the dead, everything. and here she was, drinking her sorrows away instead of having fun.

an hour had passed, the party was still lively and loud, and y/n had gotten through too many beers to count. sitting at the bar, y/n smiled and giggled whenever she saw someone, the drunken giggle. edith had checked on her a few minutes before, which she was fine, until she got into shots.

“okay-” said y/n, holding a shot glass with a man she met seconds before, “on three…”

“one…two…three!”

both of them shot back the drinks. y/n felt the liquor burning down her throat and grimaced at the sensation. the soldier laughed and smiled at her. y/n returned the smile and got up from the stool, grabbing the man by the hand and pulling him to the dance floor.

with slight protest, he agreed and followed along. y/n pulled him and twirled holding onto his hand. he laughed at her and brought her to his chest. y/n didnt know if it was the drunk thoughts but there was something about this soldier. his brown hair with reddish highlights, or his dark eyes filled with warmth. his strong jawline or soft, pink lips.

“you, my dear, are way too drunk to be on a dance floor,” said the soldier with a chuckle, looking down at her.

“and you are too sober to be dancing with me,” replied y/n, wrapping her arms around his neck. “what’s your name, soldier?”

“donald malarkey, at your service ma’am.”

“well, private malarkey. what would you say to a proper dance?”

“i wouldn't refuse, miss..”

“l/n. y/n l/n.”

“i would love to dance with you, miss l/n.”

“then lets dance.”

grabbing her by the waist, donald brought her closer to him. y/n stared up at him, smiling at the tipsy soldier and leaning against his chest. the soft heartbeat drowned out the music, it was peaceful. months of pain and crying over a man who couldn't wait when she did, and felt at peace for once. she didn't know if it was masking the pain of her once beloved, but the warmth of his arms made her think. she wasn't imagining that asshole as she did before, she could clearly picture donald. his red hair, his stubble he would most likely get in trouble for, the crinkles of his eyes when he smiles, and his brown eyes you can stare into for hours.

it was wrong to feel like this for a man you just met, but it felt like years. his touch, his warmth, it was familiar. as if she were already familiar to the touch of him.

donald looked down at the woman in his arms, her eyes shut and resting against his chest. she looked peaceful. y/n fluttered her eyes open and giggled at him.

“what? is there something on my face?” asked donald, smiling down at her.

“why were you staring at me?” said y/n, causing donald to blush a light pink.

“well, with a beautiful woman in my arms, its hard not to stare.”

now it was her turn to blush. y/n shook her head, as they continued to sway slowly to the song playing on the radio. she gets complimented once and loses her train of thought. picking her head up, she looks around the bar and notices the emptiness. it was emptier than before, few women and soldiers. it was time.

“oh my, i didn't know how late it got,” said y/n, backing out of donald’s arms. “i should probably find my friend, she's kind of my ride home…”

donald let her go and nodded, straightening his brown uniform. “well, miss l/n, we should do this again sometime…”

“are you asking me out on a date, private?” asked y/n, smiling at the blushing man.

“if you want it to be.”

“well then, private, yes,” said y/n, walking with him to the bar, “we should do this again.”

grabbing her things, donald picked up her coat and opened it up. thanking him for the gesture, y/n put on her coat with his help and threw her purse on her shoulder.

“let me walk you out,” offered donald, opening the door to the bar. y/n didn’t refuse.

the wind was colder than before, temperatures dropping faster in the night. y/n squealed at the rush of wind, pulling her coat tighter around her. donald laughed at her reaction and walked with her until they reached the parking lot.

“oh no,” said y/n, looking at the empty parking lot with tumbling garbage and grass. edith had left and she was stranded in aldbourne.

“shit, edith left without me” said y/n drooping at the thought. now the alcohol has worn off. “what am i going to do? she's probably home by now!”

“don’t worry, we’ll think of something, uh,” said donald, trying to think of something, “i know this is going to sound a bit forward…”

y/n turned to him and nodded for him to go on.

“maybe you can stay with me?” said donald, bitting the inside of his cheek, “it’s totally understandable if you don’t, its just that it's late in the night and i don't know if a cab would come right now-”

“okay,” said y/n giggling at him fumbling.

“okay,” copied donald, smiling at her, “we should probably go there then, this way.”

y/n followed donald as he made his way down the strip. it was definitely way too early to say anything, but she felt it in her chest.

“well private, didn't take you for one to take a girl to bed on a first date,” teased y/n, laughing at donald shaking his head.

“only you, miss l/n,” said donald, “only you.”

maybe it wasn't meant to be with an asshole, but there was something with donald malarkey. and y/n desperately wanted to figure it out.

#war imagines #hbo war #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers #donald malarkey #donald malarkey x reader