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kemistre · 11 months

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εïз┊𝟏:𝟒𝟕 𝐀.𝐌. — feat. mammon

synopsis. he couldn't help but be concerned when he couldn't find you at 1:47AM

— content warnings. oh just mammon being completely head over heels for you and panicking just a lil bit, gn!reader, they/them pronouns — word count. 1, 478

εïз┊author's note. hehe i know i haven't posted in a few days so here's this <3 i want to write over the weekend but i'm not sure how realistic that is <//3 also i don't play this game anymore but that doesn't mean i don't love all the demon brothers any differently 🤭

a yawn fell from his lips as he made his way down the hall to your room. his older brother, lucifer, had kept him up studying for as long as he could. it was evident from the dark bags under his eyes and the way his shoulders drooped as he walked.

it wasn’t out of the ordinary for mammon to check up on you in your room if he wasn’t in there for the night. he’d been doing it every since you stopped sharing a room with beelzebub. it was just a part of his nightly routine at this point.

another yawn came from his lips as he raised his hand to his mouth, his eyes shutting for just a moment before opening up again as he stood in front of your door. a human living with demons, a demon falling for a human. that was something he never thought would happen to the likes of him.

he sighed, grabbing the door handle and twisting it slowly, hoping not to wake you up from the creaking of the hinges. the light from the hallway peaked into your room as he opened the door more.

he rubbed his eye with his free hand as he stepped into the room to get a better look at your bed. every night you were always wrapped up in your covers with the cutest sleepy look on your face, it was something that always made him smile more than he’d like to admit.

so, when he didn’t see that precious expression of yours asleep in your bed, he panicked. his eyes widened as he swung the door open, even more light shining into your dark bedroom. he swore he looked in every corner, under everything, over everything, and you weren’t there.

he stood outside your room, looking back and forth before making a b-line to leviathan's room, his younger, anime obsessed, shut in of a brother. he banged on the door. “levi! LeVi y/n’s missing! they’re gone, they just vanished into thin air LEVI!”

before he could bang on the door again, it opened, showing a very annoyed looking levi on the other side. “you made me drop ruri-chan, you scum.”

“ruvi whoever doesn’t matter, y/n-”

“ruri-chan does matter.”

“oh screw this,” his eye twitched as he threw his hands in the air, regretting his choice to find this brother first. “i’m done with ya, i’ll find them myself!”

levi stood in the doorway, his annoyed glare turned into one of confusion. “find who?”

“y/n-”

“y/n’s missing?”

“...” mammon bit his tongue, slowly turning back to his brother with a smirk on his face, he had thought of the perfect plan. make levi jealous. “nope, cuz i’m gonna find them without ya and then i’ll be the hero, not you!”

“hero..?” his eyebrows raised, a grin soon finding his lips. “that’s me! the hero, i am!” his eyes filled with pride as he placed his hands on his hips, his “hero stance” as he calls it.

“weirdo..” the word fell from his lips. getting levi to play along was always easy as long as you make him think he’s some sort of hero.

while mammon was thinking of where you could be, he suddenly felt a tug on his wrist. “every hero needs a trusted steed!” and he was dragged through the halls by levi who was really off in his own world.

before he knew it, he was standing in beelzebub’s room while levi poked him until he was awake saying he was just the right steed he’d been looking for.

“y/n’s missing?” beelzebub spoke, his voice low and raspy since that was the first thing he said after bein woken up. “are they in the kitchen? that’s where i’d wanna be right about now.” he yawned as he stood up, following his older brothers down the halls.

levi was way too happy to make a plan to find you, but in the end, mammon just let him do whatever because at least he was helping. the three of them split up, texting each other with their findings. nothing, absolutely nothing.

“where are ya..?” mammon whispered to himself, his brows furrowing as he made his way down the stairs and to the front entrance. a sigh fell from his lips as he casually glanced around the area, not seeing anything that stuck out.

until he took the shortest glance out of the window, his eyes widened as a smile graced his lips at the sight of you sitting on a small hill outside the house. he practically trips over his feet running out of the door and to you.

which, unknown to mammon, one of his younger brothers had seen. he smiled at just how obvious it was that mammon loved you. “how cute~”

as he gets closer to you, he stops running, trying to play it off like he was casually walking towards you. “human, why are ya out here so late? i was worried about y-” he coughed, shaking his head slightly. “beel was so worried about ya he shook me awake, i thought he was gonna eat my arm.”

when you didn’t respond, he poked your head. “hey, i was talkin’ to ya.” a pout formed on his lips as he took a seat next to you on the grass, just a bit closer than he’d meant to.

his eyes scanned over you. you were in your pajamas, but out here in the cold looking up at the sky.

“whaddya lookin’ at? there’s nothin’ up there.” his eyes moved from you, to the nighttime sky he’d been looking at for centuries.

you smiled, your voice hoarse. “in the human world there is,” his lips parted slightly as he looked back at you once more. “have you ever seen stars?”

of course he hadn’t seen stars. he’d never been to the human world at night before, but he couldn’t let you know that. “pfft-” he waved his hand dismissively, a smirk on his lips. “yeah of course i’ve seen stars- duh.”

you giggled, making his eyes widen as the tips of his ears turned a deep shade of red. “they were always so fun to look up at, it was peaceful trying to find the brightest one or seen shotting stars. so, i’m just reminiscing, that’s all.”

“well you should go back to bed,” he changed the subject, in truth, he didn’t want you to see him so blushy and such a mushy mess for you. “it’s dangerous out here by yourself, a demon could eat you y’know?”

there was a moment of silence, where neither of you spoke. it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, no, it was comforting. “out of everyone, i’m glad you’re the one that found me, mammon.” the cheery smile he’d come to know and love graced your lips as you looked his way.

he was too stunned to speak, where usually he’d have a snarky comment denying any feelings he might of felt from your words, he had nothing this time. blush covered his cheeks as his eyes grew wide. the proximity of you two didn’t help his situation either. you were so close.

your hand found his on the grass, smoothing over his as you leaned closer to him. your lips getting almost dangerously close to his. his mind raced. was this a joke? it had to have been a joke. there’s no way you’d feel the same way right? a human and a demon was not a good combo, right?

his heart beat was ecstatic as his free hand slowly found its way to your cheek, cupping your face in the most gentle way. there was hesitation on his part, but could you blame him? he’d been holding back for so long. ever since he might you, he’d been holding back his greedy self for your sake. for the first time in his life, he held back his greed for something, for someone, just for you. “y/n..”

your lips barely brushed against each other, before you both heard a whine from behind you. “y/nnnnn-chan~” and suddenly, mammon felt a hard hit on his head, being thrown to the side like scum. “you don’t get to hog all of y/n-chan’s time like that!” asmodeus, the fifth oldest of the demon brothers whined. “what if i wanted to have a moment with my lovely y/n-chan?” he hugged you tight, pressing his cheek against yours before he started leading you inside, occasionally sending victory glares back at mammon who was still sitting in the dirt.

mammon sat there, a frown on his lips as they began to quiver. his fist hit the ground, then another, and then another like a child throwing a small tantrum. “dammit asmo...” he held a finger up to his lips. “we were so close...”

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jgracie · 3 days

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THE MONSTER’S GONE, HE’S ON THE RUN AND YOUR DADDY’S HERE

masterlist | rules

in which jason is a hero in more ways than one

pairings jason grace x fem!reader

warnings reader is afab/can get pregnant

on the radio . . . beautiful boy (darling boy) (john lennon)

an my blog has become baby fever central so naturally i had to deliver 🫡, shoutout to anya ( @puffoz ) for helping me name the eldest grace daughter <3

The night after you told Jason you were pregnant with your first child, you’d woken up to the sound of sniffles coming from a certain someone sleeping right next to you. At first, you were confused - Jason had been ecstatic a few hours ago when you broke the news to him, why was he crying now? Then it hit you.

He was scared.

Jason Grace, son of Jupiter, champion of Hera, ex-praetor of Camp Jupiter, Pontifex Maximus and so many other titles you never cared for, was scared. Tenderly, you’d coaxed him out of the ball shape he was currently in (arms wrapped around his knees, head sitting in between his legs) and asked what was wrong, even though you already had an inkling of an idea as to what the matter was.

When he didn’t answer, you didn’t ask again. Knowing Jason like the palm of your hand meant staying silent and waiting for him to be ready to tell you, as expressing and talking about his emotions has been a struggle he only recently began to deal with.

With your hand gently rubbing his back, Jason replied, his voice barely above a whisper, “do you think I’ll be a bad dad?” Only after the question left his lips did Jason make eye contact with you, his eyes glistening with the tears they once held.

Anyone who grew up the way Jason did would naturally have their doubts about their parental abilities: how was he supposed to take care of a baby when he didn’t even know what it was like to be taken care of as a baby? However, you knew the truth.

“No,” you said. It was a simple answer, full of certainty and confidence, “no, Jason, I don’t think you’ll be a bad father. In fact, I know you’ll be a good one. You aren’t your upbringing - you’re kind, caring and hold so much love in your heart for everyone and everything around you despite the circumstances the Fates put you through. Trust me when I say you’ll be the best dad.”

You were, of course, right. Despite all the hardships that come with pregnancy, yours was a breeze thanks to Jason. Throughout the entirety of the nine months you spent carrying your child, he was nothing but supportive. He’d always buy you whatever food you were craving at whatever time (no matter how strange it was), he’d give you massages, he’d comfort you when you were feeling down and so much more.

The next time Jason cried was in the hospital when your baby had arrived. Natalia June Grace was born at 9:47AM and was everything you wished for and more. As Jason stared into her eyes, the eyes she’d inherited from him, he was filled to the brim with conviction: he was going to be the best dad he could possibly be for his precious Talia.

Despite this, Jason would be lying if he said he didn’t have his hard times. He’d be lying if he said he never woke up in the middle of the night, sweaty as he reached for his glasses and reminded himself that the nightmares aren’t real, they don’t define him, he is not Zeus, he is not Jupiter, he is Jason.

Being Jason meant being an excellent father. In Natalia's eyes, Jason hung the moon and the stars - no one could compare to her father. They had a bond like no other and were inseparable from the minute they met. Everywhere Talia went, Jason followed. Dance recital? He had front row tickets and lots of storage on his phone to film every second of it. Impromptu tea party with her barbies? Jason was there, clad in a tutu as he poured invisible tea into their cups. To you, the fact that Natalia viewed him as her hero was no surprise. Jason, however, tended to need some reminding.

“Mommy!” You heard your daughter yell as soon as she and Jason made their way inside your cozy apartment. While your husband locked the door, your daughter ran to the kitchen and gave you a bone crushing hug. Immediately, you let go of the whisk you were holding and hugged back, unable to believe it was now almost six years since she had been born. Time flies when you’re having fun!

Running your fingers through her hair, you said, “Talia, how was school today? I really missed you!” She replied with a quick ‘good’ before going to sit on the dining table, princess themed bag clutched tightly in her little hands as she yapped to you about everything that had happened at school that day. You smiled, admiring the way your daughter managed to breathe life into the most mundane things.

Just as she was beginning to tell you about her current crush, Mikey, and how he shared his KitKat with her during lunch, Jason appeared, bouquet of flowers in hand as he took your own and pressed a kiss onto the back of it.

“Hi honey, I missed you loads today. Got you these ‘cause I noticed the others started wilting,” your smile widened at this gesture: only your husband would be paying that much attention to the flowers scattered around the house. You gave him a peck on the lips before taking the bouquet from him and going to place it in a vase. While you were doing so, you could hear Jason and Natalia having a conversation.

“Do you want me to put your bag in your room, baby?” He asked.

“No thank you daddy, I wanna show you and mommy something first,” she replied. Then, turning around, she yelled, “mommy, come! I wanna show you and daddy what I did at school today!”

You obliged, and you and Jason watched as she rummaged in her school bag before pulling out a single piece of paper and handing it to you. On it, in big bold letters, was the title, ‘My Hero’.

“Read it so daddy can know too!” She squealed, nearly jumping out of her seat in excitement. You stared at the picture of a tall, blond man and a little girl in pigtails she’d drawn to accompany the paragraph she’d written on this topic and felt your heart swell with warmth.

Glancing at Jason for a second, you read, “my hero is my daddy. He is my hero because he always plays with me and gets rid of the monsters under the bed when I go to sleep. I love my daddy very much.”

After you’d finished reading, Natalia looked up at Jason expectantly, a big smile plastered on her face as she waited to hear his reaction. However, her smile dropped when she saw tears roll down his cheeks.

Now pouting, she turned to you for answers, “why is daddy sad?”

You smiled, delicately cupping her face in your palm, “daddy’s not sad, babes, he’s actually really happy. Sometimes, when people are super happy, they cry. Your worksheet means a lot to him, he’s very touched,” at your words, she brightened up.

Natalia then took the paper from you and gave it to Jason, “you can hang it on your wall, daddy, since you like it so much!” She proceeded to give him a peck on the cheek and ran off to her room, not fully understanding exactly how much her simple worksheet meant to Jason.

That was the third time Jason cried: when he realised he wasn’t his upbringing, or Zeus, or Jupiter, or any of the other monsters that lived under his own bed. He was Jason - a great, loving father who put his family above all and was a hero in more ways than one.

#jason grace x reader #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n #jason grace #jason grace x fem reader #pjo #pjo x reader #jason grace fanfic #jason grace drabble #percy jackson x reader #dad jason grace #dad jason grace x reader #cynwrites

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lilrainbowcloud · 4 months

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Flower and Fates

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader

Genre: Barista x Florist AU

Word Count: 2.1k || masterlist

Warning: none

The sound of chiming bells from the collar of your cat, Festus, accompanied you as you made your way around your little flower shop with a spray bottle in hand. The soft purring he does as the fluffy ball of cloud jumped onto the windowsill and shoving his head under your hand made it difficult for you to attend to your plants causing you to giggle at his need for attention.

"Festus please! I'll play with you when I'm done here," even as you said that, the cat still wouldn't listen, jumping down now, he rubbed himself against your legs making it hard for you to move now without stumbling over him.

Setting the clear spray bottle on the flower stand, you put your hands on your waist as you looked down at your furry friend, "What is up with you today huh?" your annoyed expression changes to a soft one as you bend down to pick him up, how could you even stay mad at him when he's so cute. "You've never been this clingy before," walking to the main table, you sat down on the chair with Festus happyly snuggling on your lap, purring loudly by the gentle scratching on his head.

"This is an early break for me then," sighing as you looked at the clock on the wall, the time showed [11:47AM]. Today was one of the quieter days in your shop. Only having a couple came in hours before to pick their order for a ceremony, other than that later today you might get a few others. Speaking of orders, you remembered you had to continue the last few bouquets of an order for an anniversary today so the client can pick them up tomorrow but with Festus stopping you from doing your work, you just hoped that this cat would be over his episode soon.

A gentle tap on your shoulder almost startled you if the person who you saw by your side was one of a stranger, but he wasn't a stranger. It was Luke, the cute barista from the coffee shop next door who also happened to be your friend from the first day you had opened your shop and now it's been 3 months of your sweet friendship.

The lovely smile of his instantly got mirrored onto your own face, "Hi, Luke." Remembering that you were stroking your cat on your lap, looking down you saw that he was no longer there making you sigh in relief as you could finally stand up and stretch.

"Are you tired today, [Y/N]?" setting the paper bag filled with your usual pastries for lunch, which the freshly baked aroma was starting to seep through it, Luke pulled a chair closer with his foot to sit across from you, "I've never seen you sleep in the shop before. Also, it's very dangerous to when you're all alone in here someone could've just come in,"

Pulling your lips into a tight line humming to give you time to form an answer, you moved yourself closer to the table, your knees bumped his as you grabbed the paper bag with your name on it,”First of all, it was Festus' fault for not letting me water the flowers today because,” Turning your head to look for said cat, you saw that he was eating his food, unbothered, “someone is clingy today,” raising your voice in Festus’ direction, it made the curly haired boy laugh, amused by your relationship with your cat.

“What?” looking at the boy in front of you with a questioning expression, “It's true! I only got to water not even half of my precious flower babies,” lips pouting, you rolled your eyes at him as he continued to laugh, the melodious sound resonating through your quant shop made your heart flutter. A small smile appeared on your face at the thought of how you liked his laugh so much. Brushing your stray hair behind your ears, you then took out the still warm blueberry scone. Humming in satisfaction, eyes closed as the rich flavors filled your mouth.

“I'll help you water them later,” Calming himself down from his laughing fit, cheeks dusted with pink roses Luke sat up straight and took his own lunch, “Now eat up first.”

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Mists of water droplets fell onto the rainbow petals of the flowers in your shop, continuing from the windowsill you paused earlier, the afternoon sun rays was beaming through the window and as Luke turned to ask you a question whether or not the section he was standing at had been watered or not, Luke could see the rays blanketed your figure with a soft golden halo. Reaching over your head to spray the hanging pots, once again the water mists fell around you like sparkles.

It was almost like a secret magical moment Luke was seeing. From the quiet and calm atmosphere, to the soft smile on your face as you took care of your plants and to the enchanting sight he just witnessed, if he didn't make friends with you since day one that you went over to his cafe for breakfast, Luke would've thought you were a fairy selling your magically grown flowers.

Captivated by you, Luke didn't even realize that you had moved away and was standing next to him until he heard your voice, “Hey, I think we're done here.” The same soft smile you gave to the flowers, you were showing it to him too. From the months he knew you, Luke had been observant towards your behavior as you didn't talk very much. Knowing by heart the smile you just gave him was one of that the adoring kind, does that mean-

Oh no, the growing feelings for you were sprouting yet another rose in his heart. Ever since he first thought you were such an endearing girl, the first ever bud grew. Every day he sees you as you opened your shop the same time as him, the little red rose was growing steadily. Day by day the petals were opening, until one day of you forming a friendly bond with him to the point of you being comfortable with each other, that was when all types of flowers were blooming in his heart.

The fear of admitting his feelings out loud made him suppress them, everyday he had been stomping on the delicate flowers so as to not ruin your innocent friendship. If you had seen the massacre he had done in his heart, he bet you would've fainted. But deep down he secretly wished that you would attend to his growing feelings just the same as you had attended to your beautiful flowers.

Sighing to himself, lips jutted out in a not so obvious pout to show his disappointment, Luke set down the spray bottle on the front table and followed you to the back room.

The backroom was your workroom where you prepare for orders, and Luke could see the assortments of flower arrangements on the table. Scanning his eyes through the room, he could see there were about a dozen white flower bouquets in a circular shape, the stalks were wrapped with brown paper with purple ribbons tied to them. On your wide work table, he could see the piles of flowers you used to make the order and right now you were cutting the stalk of a white carnation.

“How many of these do you still need to do?” Picking up a white rose, Luke brought it to his nose and inhaled the fragrance of the flower before twirling it with his fingers

“Hmmm, about four more then I'll have to put them in the boxes for them to pick up tomorrow morning.”

As you worked, Luke leaned himself over the table opposite of you, arms extended to support himself as he watched you staking the variety of white coloured flowers together effortlessly, making them blend in together so beautifully it amazed him by how fast you worked. In the next three minutes you were already covering the green stalks with the brown paper.

“Can you help?” Suddenly stopping as you held the paper's edge in place, you looked up at Luke who raised an eyebrow in question. “Can you please cut the ribbon and tie this for me?” Inclining your head towards the roll of purple ribbon and the scissors beside it.

Quick on his feet, Luke did as you said of cutting the ribbon, from the other times he had helped you to prepare orders from time to time, he knew the exact length to cut, even making the inward arrow head you always made at both ends. Standing beside you now, he wove the ribbon around the bouquet, swiftly moving the ribbon under your hold for you to let go and let him take over. As you were retracting your hands, your fingers brushed over Luke’s hands. Another blooming flower.

“Thank you,” Picking up the made bouquet, you walked to the others and set it down, the back of your fingers brushing the soft petals, “For lunch and for helping me today.” Facing him, you suddenly weren't able to meet his eyes.

As you stood there, feeling the warmth of Luke's presence beside you, you couldn't shake the fluttering feeling in your chest. His kindness and helpfulness never failed to make your heart skip a beat, and today was no exception.

"Of course, [Y/N]," Luke replied with a gentle smile, his eyes soft as he looked at you. "I'm always happy to help, especially when it means spending time with you."

You felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks at his words, but you managed to muster a grateful smile in return. "Well, I appreciate it more than you know," you said softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear out of habit.

There was a moment of silence between you, filled only with the sound of your own racing heartbeat. You knew you had to say something, to express the feelings that had been growing inside you for months now. But the words caught in your throat, and you found yourself unable to speak.

Just as you were about to give up and retreat into your own thoughts, Festus, your ever-mischievous cat, suddenly darted into the room, his collar jingling with every step. He leaped onto the table, causing a few stray petals to flutter to the ground, and nuzzled his head against your hand affectionately.

You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, grateful for the distraction. But as you glanced up at Luke, you caught a glimpse of something in his eyes—a longing, a vulnerability that mirrored your own.

In that moment, something clicked inside you. You realized that maybe, just maybe, you weren't alone in this after all. Maybe Luke felt the same way you did, but was too afraid to admit it.

Summoning up all your courage, you took a deep breath and met Luke's gaze head-on. "Hey, Luke," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "I was wondering... um, would you maybe want to go out for dinner sometime? Just the two of us?"

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with anticipation. You held your breath, waiting for his response, unsure of what to expect.

Luke's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, you feared you had overstepped. But then, a slow smile spread across his face, lighting up his features in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

"I'd love to," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. "I've been wanting to ask you the same thing, actually."

Relief flooded through you, followed by a rush of excitement. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something wonderful.

But as you exchanged smiles and made plans for your dinner date, neither of you noticed the knowing glint in Festus's eyes. After all, he had his own secrets to keep—the biggest one being that he wasn't just an ordinary cat, but a Cynocephalus, a mythical creature with a knack for bringing people together.

With a satisfied purr, Festus slipped out of the shop and disappeared into the twilight, his mission accomplished. And as he vanished into the shadows, a faint shimmer of magic lingered in the air, a silent testament to the power of love and the mysterious ways of the gods.

As you and Luke walked hand in hand into the evening, the world seemed to sparkle with newfound enchantment, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected twist of fate that had brought you together. Little did you know, your journey was only just beginning, filled with magic, adventure, and the boundless possibilities of love.

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan au #pjo #pjo tv show

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hllfireclb · 1 year

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+18 mdni, sorry for all writing mistakes :)

"I can’t sleep" | e.m x fem!reader

It‘s in the middle of the night but you’re still lying in your bed, awake and unable to get a few minutes of piece and relaxation. A quick look of yours to the right and you’re able to see your clock, which is hanging on white wall of your bedroom.

3:47am.

"Fuck this shit“ you groan as you roll onto your side. It‘s been a good 2 hours, since you’ve tried to fall asleep, but in vain. Your eyes are heavy with sleep and you wish nothing more but to just finally doze away, but something inside you just won’t let that happen. Instinctively you grab the phone which is placed on the bedside table next to your bed.

A few taps on specific numbers and it starts ringing.

"C‘mon, please pick up" you mumble softly

It takes a while until you finally hear the sound, you‘ve been wanting to hear since the last minute. A deep, sleepy "Mhh?" can be heard from the other side of the phone, followed by a low "who‘s there?"

"Ed‘s, oh my, I’m so glad you picked up" a sigh of relief leaves your parted lips as they slowly turn into a soft smile. "Baby, are you okay? Why are you still up? Did something happen?" The voice of your boyfriend sounds different immediately. Confusion, concern and a slight rush of adrenaline are filling his voice now. Why would you be up that late? Of course it’s a Saturday night and you don’t have to get up for school tomorrow, but still. Staying up that late usually isn’t something you’d do on purpose.

"I‘m okay Ed‘s, don’t worry. I can’t sleep, I don’t know why. Can you stay on the phone with me for a while? Please?"

Oh, Eddie would never be able to say no to you. Especially not when you sound all tired and cute like this. You‘re probably pouting these adorable lips of yours right now. And oh how right he is. You are.

"Awee, sure Princess. What‘s the matter? You’re not tired?" He chuckles as he shifts on his bed, making himself lie down comfortable again. You shake your head, but obviously he can’t see your movements right now, so you add a soft "No" to tell him, his assumption isn’t right. "What is it then, mh?" His voice is low. Deep like the secrets of the ocean, soft like a feather against human skin. It causes goosebumps all over your body.

"I don‘t know" you softly sigh again, this time because of frustration. After a few seconds of comfortable silence pass, before Eddie speaks up again "Want me to help you, to get some relief from the frustration sweet thing?".

You don’t need to see his face, to know that his lips are curled into his smug Munson-Grin, how you like to call it. Your cheeks go all pink and hot, and you need some time to answer him "W-What do you mean?" You stutter.

"Oh you exactly know what I’m talking about Y/n“. The way he adds your name at the end of his sentence makes your heat immediately rush from your face, down to your core, causing your legs to press against each other softly. You don’t answer and Eddie knows what’s going on.

"C‘mon Sweetheart, it’s not like I don’t know what your moans sound like" another deep chuckle can be heard from the other end of the phone. "Take off your panties baby" Eddie’s voice is barely above a whisper now, almost like a deep growl. Of course you obey him. Your free Hand slowly starts roaming your own body until it stops right at your panties, before pulling them down slowly.

"That‘s a good girl. Now wait for me until I’m at yours" he chuckles again and before you’re able to answer, he‘s hung up. Leaving you there in his shirt only and a wet patch on the mattress.

"This Idiot better be driving fast"

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#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #eddie oneshot #eddie one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson boyfriend #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem #eddie munson x female character smut #eddie munson fanfic #this is so rushed help

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mysticficti0n · 1 year

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All my attention Part 7

warnings- swearing, slow burn, flirting, dirty talk, praise, romance,

words- 4.7k

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well. Also you guys are fucking amazing thank you for all the likes on not only All my attention but the hc and request story like it means so much ♡

(hey guys I'm finally back! I'm so so sorry this has taken so fucking long but I've been beyond busy these past few days and I've had no time to even go on my computer but anyways enjoy this- part 8 is about to be crazy thats all ima say, love you all)

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

I sat in the back of Gustav's dads car with a knocked out Georg and Tom who's eyes didn't leave me for the whole trip, everyone was in small slurring conversation chuckling and yawning struggling to keep themselves awake as it was 3:47am

I turned my body, Georg falling off my shoulder to lean on my back which I had to try not laugh at while facing Tom who had a small grin on his face "what?" I asked in a whisper

"nothing nothing" my eyebrows furrowed eyes scanning him, his fingers toyed with the ring on his other hand

"you sure?" he nodded before turning away to look out the window, leg bouncing "okay" I turned myself back, Georg again falling back onto my shoulder mumbling something "sorry" I whispered patting his arm which rested next to mine, I watched Tom still bounce his leg so with my free hand I placed it on his knee, he didn't look back but a breath fell from his body.

I felt us pull onto the drive and stretched my legs out as much as I could seeing the boy to my left fully wake up and get out the car giving his hand to drag me out to like he hadn't been snoring in my ear the entire ride, Tom grabbed my bag as I saw him swig it over his shoulder making Bill, Simone, Gustav and Bella laugh a lot more than it should leaving David to try shut them all up and get them into the house, I shoved Georg to the group watching him trip on thin air cursing until he hit the bonnet of the car bumping into Gustav

"Tom sweetie go take Y/n back so her mother wont pester me about it later" I laughed seeing the women wave her son to follow me home

"alright" he spoke going back out the house and pulled me with him "come on" his voice wasn't jokey like usual- he sounded pissed off but I decided it was best to shrug it off, he helped me cross the wall and up the steps to the front door

"thanks for today it was actually really fun" I gave a smile having my bag off him "did you hear what I said?" I asked seeing him only nod again "whats wrong? why are you acting like this?" I spoke in a angered whisper "you were fine with me- well more then fine with me until we got into the car then you acted like you didn't want to know me"

"its nothing I-i'm just tired Y/n I promise" his voice was softer but I couldn't believe him

"why was your leg shaking and why did you play with your ring then because you can't have been fine then hm?" he breathed out looking worried

"you saw the ring thing?"

"of course I did because I was worried about you" his eyes flicked to mine, I didn't drop his gaze feeling him get closer "you didn't speak much and then- then" I was hushed by his lips pressing against mine, his strong arms holding my back in a hug, I let my self melt back into him, my hands going across his hips kissing him back tenderly.

"there isn't another girl like you in the world Y/n" Tom pulled back placing his head on mine "not as caring, loving, sweet, cute, beautiful"

"are you proposing again?" I spoke with a tired laugh, he pressed a peck to the corner of my lips

"not yet sweetheart, goodnight" he let go cupping my jaw before walking to his house leaving me stunned 'not yet'?

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"Y/n- sunshine wake up!" I opened my eyes expecting to see my mom stood over me

"morning mo-BILL WHAT THE HELL!" I screamed seeing the boy pull away laughing, I curled my blanket around my shoulders falling back into my nest of pillows seeing the boy give me a look making me move over so he could sit with me. He jumped onto the bed beside me crossing his legs and leaning back onto the wall "what do you want at- 11:24 in the morning then, you're literally never awake at this time" I asked looking back at him from my alarm clock

"I think it's me who should be asking the questions Y/n-" a smile I'd never seen before spread across his face "so... last night" I tried to think back, I remember the meal, going to the night club, dancing, drinking a lot and- fuck

"err, yeah last night what about it?" I spoke trying to hide the nervous laugh from escaping my mouth

"oh come on you're not that stupid- I saw it y/n/n" I wanted the world to swallow me up whole- what did he see? god which part did he see?! "so wanna explain your little kiss with my brother on the door step last night?" I slid further into my bed pulling the sheets over my head whispering a 'no thanks' but Bill didn't take that as an answer ripping the sheets from above me "Hey! I wanna know your little secret with him!"

"its nothing- just like our usual flirting we do and have done since we were like 13!" Bill raised an eyebrow "okay fine maybe there's some little feelings-"

"I KNEW IT!" the boy danced grabbing my hands dragging me from the warmth of my blanket "YOU TWO LOVE EACH OTHER!" I rolled my eyes pulling my hands from the singer

"woah we don't 'love' each other- its just mutual appreciation!" I went to my door pulling a hoodie off the peg and slipping it on to try distract from the fact Bill knew of mine and Tom's little- thing

"well last night I can tell you he didn't describe it as 'mutual appreciation'" I felt my stomach drop- what the fuck had that man said! I looked to his twin who was holding his chest laughing it all up pointing to my face

"oh god what was he saying? was it only to you or did the others hear- oh my god I want to die!" I hid my face again, the red feeling like it was going to make my head pop, Bill pulled my desk chair out setting his legs onto the table in front

"no don't worry only to me- we were having a smoke while everyone was up stairs and he said- from what I remember 'Y/n's awesome right?' I agreed of course and then he went 'she notices everything and genuinely cares you know' and I was nodding along not really caring what he said because I knew he'd drank and shit but then- oh but then he said 'I just fucking love her, like actually love her' and when I say I dropped my fucking jaw-" I felt like I was going to pass out, did he say this all? he was drunk surely he didn't mean it? but what if he did? all the questions spun around my head mixing with the tiredness and hang-over form last night

"I don't know what to say-" my eyes met with Bill who still had that shit eating grin along his lips "fucks sake what now?" I asked seeing him dismiss me "no what is it?"

"he's down stairs" if I didn't feel like jumping from my window and running into the city never to return I did now, I didn't realise how embarrassed I'd be- but nobody was meant to know. Bill stood giving me a 'reassuring' pat on my shoulder and walked out my room down the stairs leaving me to now face Tom on my own.

ten minuets after I managed to pull myself down the stairs seeing my little sister sat with Tom holding her mini guitar she had from Gordon for her birthday (okay Stella playing guitar with Tom was requested and its the cutes mf thing) her small fingers eagerly playing all the strings while he tried to show her how to actually do it while containing his laughs "no-no Stella look watch me, like that boop boop boop" he sang in tune with the strings as he pulled them

"boop boop boop! Boop boo- Baba!" I smiled to the young girl who was no longer interested in the guitar running to me with a gummy grin "Baba you wake!"

"Hi Stell! I'm awake yeah!" I picked her up onto the side of my hip squeezing her tightly, she pointed to Tom who pointed back at her "who's that?" I asked seeing her little eyes work

"Tom!" I spun her around as she clapped to herself for remembering "and momma a-and daddy and Seesee" she did little grabby hands to Simone otherwise known as Seesee by Stella, I placed her to the floor so she could go sit with her, Bill and my parents. Tom had placed the neon pink guitar back and sat leaning into the cushions of the sofa

"she's gonna be a guitarist when she's older and I better get credit" he spoke eyes shut as I sat next to him flicking on the Tv

"no she'll be a singer like me" he laughed shoving me slightly but quickly grabbing my arm so I didn't fall off the end of the sofa...unlike the bed situation "have a voice better than Madonna and P!nk"

"probably I mean she's your sister after all" I looked over to him and caught his eyes already on me "what were you and Bill doing for so long up stairs anyways? he said he was gonna go wake you up then didn't come back down for like half an hour" fuck- the whole conversation came flooding back to my head, I couldn't keep this from him, he deserves to know as much as me... God why is life so annoying like that?

"smoke?" I asked getting up closely followed by him, we went to the front of the house as Stella was now playing mommies and daddies on the deck with Simone, we sat on the steps and he pulled his cigs from his sweatpant pocket "thanks- okay well... you need to not be angry alright" his head shot to mine with a weird look "say swear"

"swear" his voice was unsure sounding but he'd said it now

"right- so do you remember last night? besides the meal and club?" he took a long drag from the end of the cigarette

"yeah if you mean the me and you parts- clearly remember them" a smile replaced his straight face as he thought back to the night

"Bill knows" I spat out seeing his face immediately drop again, head snapping to me "he saw us- on here- last night" I breathed head dropping not being able to confront Tom's looks "and you also told him that you erm- that you love me... I mean you were drunk so it was probably just that mixed with us kissing and stuff" he was still silent, I could only hear his slight puffs as he had his cig

"Only Bill knows right?" I nodded bringing my head back up "Y/n don't worry he wont say anything- I promise you and well what I said I... I didn't not mean it" I finally let my gaze fall back to him. His hand moved from his knee to my thigh calming me instantly "I wish you didn't hear it from him but- I do love you" I was completely taken aback when Tom said it. I didn't expect to hear those three little words from him ever in the way he said them. I felt my heart racing and my palms started to sweat as I tried to process what he had just said again, I thought Bill was just overdramatising things but- no. it was both thrilling and terrifying. I looked into his eyes, and saw the sincerity there. I knew that he truly meant what he said

After a few moments of silence, I finally found my voice and confidence to even speak "I... I love you too" The smile that spread across Tom's face was one of pure joy, my heart soared. I felt adrenaline run through my body mixing with the blood flowing through my body as his hand moved to my face pulling me in gently, pressing his lips to mine for the first time since we really said 'love you' It was a different kiss to the others we'd shared, softer, loving, tender- I knew it wasn't going to lead to anything it was just a kiss to really set in stone our feelings- feelings we knew were more than we ever imagined having

"I've been waiting to say that to you for months- like properly say it to you not just in a friendly way" my head leaned onto his shoulder taking in his warmth as the afternoon breeze blew over my exposed legs, I stepped out my cigaret waiting for Tom to finish his looking up past his jawline that was so effortlessly sharp, skin so soft not a spot or blemish, his lips so perfectly fitted to his face, those eyes that when the sun hit them they went a golden brown "enjoying the view?" his voice rung looking down at me

"your pretty" I say back seeing a hot blush wipe over his cheeks "aww" I pecked his cheek standing up to go back into the house but a grasp on my leg stopped me, looking down I saw the wheels in his head turning

"wanna go on a date tonight?"

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I looked in the mirror one last time, checking the outfit- pulling my skirt down my thighs more and fixing my necklace- then my hair, I tried something different, a spiky bun which took so much time but finally I was done, I grabbed my phone and keys, money and sprayed myself with perfume. I looked to my clock "7:00 okay I have five minuets" I spoke to myself going down the stairs seeing my mom sat with my dad watching a movie "how do I look?" I spoke walking to them and they both smiled

"Beautiful sunshine! absolutely beautiful" she clapped her hand "did you take any photo's of yourself?" she asked getting ready to grab her camera

"of course she has Angelica its Y/n- you look lovely sweet" my dad laugh letting my mom getting comfy again into his chest "remind me what your doing again"

"Oh meeting with some old friends from school for a dinner thing-" I lied, I knew if I said 'oh going on a date with Tom' they'd be asking question after question

"so why is Tom driving you?"

"he's seeing some his mates not far so said he can drop me off " dad hummed and I herd a knock at the door "love you!" I called hearing a faint 'ditto' from the two as I walked out the house "hey!"

"wow-" Tom sounded, I smiled looking to him, red shirt with skulls, matching cap and blue bandana jeans "I feel underdressed by you now"

"come on- you look hot" a laugh escaped his lips as we went to his car, he opened the door for me giving his hand so I could get in "thank you" I grinned

"no problem babe" he climbed in to his side starting the engine making the car shudder awake, we started the drive, his hands between having to move the gear stick held my thigh, pressing the pads of his fingers when he was getting pissed of the the other drivers "your hair looks nice by the way" my heart melted, my eyes falling over to him

"I tried something different- I'm glad you like it" he nodded rubbing my leg before taking his hand away "where are we going by the way?"

"somewhere special- were like 2 seconds away- oh here" we pulled into a small car park which looked quiet empty which was refreshing, especially since the last time we went out- the car was full of flashes of light pulling us from the road, voices screaming and shouting our names as we tried to get the doors open but paparazzi knew we were coming and they wouldn't hold back on two teens. our names were bouncing around the mouths of people and people who wanted clear photos shoving forward making people knock into us. to even get to Tom I had to jump the hood of Tom's car to him, grabbing his arm as he pushed through the sea of lights shouting for them to move while we tripped over peoples feet, microphone cords and what not.

but this time it was silent besides the purrs of the cars that passed, I went to open my door but the dreadhead reached over slamming my door "stop being stupid" I breathed a laugh waiting for him to jog and open my door "m'lady"

"oh why thank you sir" he pressed a kiss to my cheek, not letting go of my hand, we walked into the restaurant named the 'star night lounge' and i nearly screamed "This-this is the one I was talking about like 6 months ago!" the boy nodded chuckling at my face

"I remember these things- come on we need to go in" hurriedly we walked in, the smell was the smell of romance, dark and rose, dimly lit tables placed around, candles hanging from rods on the wall "its better than the pictures" I nodded taking everything in

"welcome to star night lounge- how many?" a women asked with a smile looking to Tom to which he answered 2 "okay, if you'd like to follow me" she grabbed menus and turned away from us walking down a small entry way and turning to the left, we followed her and walked into the one room I remember falling In love with when I first saw it on the website "is this okay- I will say its a bit darker in here than other parts"

"this is amazing" I exhaled looking around

"no this is great, thank you" Tom spoke as the women left us, it was all perfect, the room, the night, Tom. we sat down quickly across from each other, small glances and smiles passed along the way, we weren't the only people in the room so the noise of small chatter and jazz music played in the background

"Tom this is amazing! I-i don't know that to say" my voice slipped "its just" his hand came over the table taking mine "I'm being a baby i'm sorry"

"its okay don't be sorry" his lips pressed against my knuckles "look you deserve a good date Y/n- I don't remember you once going out with Brian, I want to be better than he was"

"you already are" I smiled seeing him press another kiss to my hand "so much better- god there's a list"

"want me to be shocked?" he laughed "...you look so pretty in here babe" I felt like I could pass out there and then and never ever get back up, his thumb drawing over my fingers, eyes watching me and smiles plastered over our faces.

Together we flicked through the menu asking what each other might have, arguing over the same dish until we came to a settlement "Good evening- what can we get you for dinner to night?" a different women walked over with a calm smile pulling her pad and pen out, Tom nodded his head at me to go first

"I'll have the star burger please... with fries" she nodded writing it down and turned to Tom

"I'll have the kabab please- the er.. fuck which one?" his face went red looking over to me a slight panic in his eyes

"chilli kabab please- oh and two playboy bunny cocktails please and thank you" I ended letting the server take our menus and leave to the kitchen

"Y/n I didn't want that stupid cocktail!" he huffed falling back into thseat "it's a girly one" I rolled my eyes seeing him be a actual child, with my foot I rubbed his legs

"its one drink Thomas- grow up" his tongue pressed into his cheek, smirk creeping across his lips "you herd me"

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"Please Tom let me pay for my half at least" I pleaded seeing him shake his head "Tom!"

"Y/n I have it god sake put your money back" he said bluntly, snatching my change from my hand and throwing It back at me. I sat back glaring at him "don't look at me like that"

"like what?" I spoke seeing him roll his eyes but become distracted as the bill came over, he picked it up and his eyes widened the tiniest "lemme see" my hand went to reach over and grab the paper

"no" Tom turned to the other women swiping his card and the payment went through with a 'beep' and I fell back "thank you- Y/n come on"

"I hate you- why couldn't you let me pay?" I asked as he grabbed my hand pulling me from the restaurant "and how much was it?- thank you!" I smiled to the women behind the bar "a lot I bet and thats why you're not telling me huh?" I started again his hand tightened around mine, pushing me against the door of his car, my mouth zipped shut

"stop with the questions- I'd be a arsehole if I let you pay a single penny, so shut your pretty lips before I make you do something to keep you silent-" a red flush painted my body, his hooded eyes scanned me up and down "good" he lent forward pressing a kiss to the corner of my closed lips before opening the door for me to which I sat in and waited for his door to open.

the drive home was different- no words shared but so many things said with out looks, his hand holding my leg in place as he toyed with my skin giving me trails of goosebumps along my thigh, he threatened to push under my skirt, every time making me hold my breath waiting for some sort of friction but he just pulled away making me internally curse. we got home, our street dark, pulling into my drive nobody else was there sending a excited shock through my body.

We walked hand in hand up to my door- the same place as the night before, were we shared a kiss that would lead to us saying we loved each other not just platonically, Tom stood across from me, his hands hidden in his jeans "thank you for tonight Tom- I loved it so much"

"no problem- sorry I was a cunt about the bill, I didn't mean to sound so.. you know?" we shared a laugh as I walked to him wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him to look at me

"I liked it-" our lips met eagerly, I'd been waiting for this since we left the restaurant, the palm of his hand reached down, grabbing my ass, bringing me closer "fuck-" I let go to reach behind me to the door, opening it and pulling Tom in with me a terror washing over him

"Y/n what about your parents-" I turned back to him and smiled

"I forgot they were going out- they aren't here, Stella is at nans- it all okay" I kicked the door closed and his mood swung back, dragging my body back to him and hauling me up over his shoulder "TOM!" I screamed having to push myself up on his lower back as he carried my up the stairs, I felt the coldness of his lip ring as he pressed open kisses to my exposed thighs. we made it to my room where the main light was on and he dropped me onto my bed, crawling above me

"look at you- so beautiful below me hm?" I nodded my head listening to his every word "such a pretty girl"

"your girl-" I added seeing his face brighten slightly before falling dark again as his hand cupped my jaw

"all mine?" I nodded, his hand traveled to my waist sending a warm sensation through me "is this mine?" again I nodded my head, I felt his hand go down to my legs gently rubbing circles around the skin "is this mine?" like before I nodded "mhm.. and how about this?" his fingers drove to the inside of my thigh, involuntarily my legs parted just enough for his hand to palm me through my panties making me gasp "is this mine?"

"m-mhm, all yours Tom" I answered trying not to close my thighs around his hand, a sadistic smile painted his lips as he leaned down to me, hand not moving

"you like this don't you? with my hand just there- is there something you want?" I couldn't keep myself from him, crashing my lips onto him with so much want

"I-want-you" I spoke between kisses "please" I begged, Tom pulled off me, standing above looking down at me leaving me cold without his heat on me. he walked over switching the light off leaving us in a dim darkness, only light being from my desk, I watched as his hands went below his shirt pulling it over his head taking the cap and headband off too throwing them to my floor, his abs looked defined in the light, his muscles looking bigger than ever, the feeling between my legs only grew

"take a picture sweetheart" he purred going to his knees, the feeling of him unlacing my boots

"don't tempt me" I smiled leaning up to watch him pull the boots off and chuck them back under the bed and crawled back on top of me "thank you" I whispered into his ear

"no problem darling" he dove down into my neck, peppering kisses all over working down my chest as I struggled to keep myself propped up on the sheets, he stopped at the neck of my shirt looking up at me as I gave him a nod to take it off, he came back pressing another kiss to my lips before his hands pulled the top over my head exposing my bare chest to him, his eyes only became darker staring at me, I felt worried but the adrenaline soon kicked that as his lips pressed against mine pushing me onto the mattress below "god you are beautiful everywhere huh?" I grinned pushing him away giggling, he went down again, letting his lips go around my sensitive nipple, licking the bud until I was holding back a moan, his other free hand needing me, I let my nails dig into his back causing noises to fall from his lips

"shit- Tom Oh" I started feeling myself only get wetter, his teeth grated my skin coming back up to my neck "I- holy shit, i need you" I whimpered as his hands traveled to my thighs

"breath Y/n- I'm getting there sweetheart there's no rush" a sly smile gripped his mouth "relax"

"I am- just bored of waiting" I teased hooking my legs over his waist swapping our positions, him below me staring up in shock "relax" I mimicked

"watch your mouth" my hips rolled against his as his words exited him "Y/n-" Tom warned

"what? can't take it?" my voice was thick of lust, drowning his ears, pressing a kiss to his skin working down to his exposed collar bone "or is it you don't want me?" I whined to him, pushing myself down harder hearing a groan from him

"you're a tease y/n/n" I laughed letting my hands circle his chest

"shame..." I breathed "is this hard for you Tommy?" his eyes closed at the nickname, mouth tightening shut, his hands holding my highs still, squeezing harder than before, his jeans feeling much tighter "hm- I guess it is" as I went to climb off Tom pulled me back, slamming my torso to his

"don't you dare" our eyes met, I grinned at him but he wasn't as happy "I'll wipe that smile away in a second doll"

"yeah?" he nodded "do it Kaulitz"

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A hell of a ride (Ghost x AFAB!Reader)

A/N: I just read like moments ago a pregnancy fanfic abt König and now I wanna write one abt Ghost since I’m a Ghost girlie. So yea

Summary: Reader gives birth. That’s it thats the summary. Btw heavy on swearing and details so if ya don’t like that, go read the original creators post and follow ‘em <3

Warnings: heavy language, slight gore, pregnancy bs, childbirth, mentions of slight trauma

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Simon was having a nightmare. A vision, to be exact. He had a dream where you were in labor. Screaming on top of your lungs begging for the child to come out already. He had a dream where you finally after so many agonizing hours gave him your first child. His first child. The doctors said that you were too exhausted. And there might be a 70-30 ratio of your survival since you exhausted yourself too much. He dreamt of you dying at childbirth. Leaving him alone, with his newborn child in arms.

When he woke up in a pool of sweat. He quickly turned around to check your side of the bed hoping you were there. You were. Except for you were sitting up on the edge of the bed. Softly grunting. “3:47am”you said softly. “W-what” your husband questioned. “Around 3:47am I think my water broke. You still got good timing. You’re not late” you said slightly turning around and softly smiling at your husband. Simon quickly turned over to pick up his watch to loom at it. Exactly 4am. FUCK. He scooted over to you and rubbed your back slowly while looking at you with a very worrisome look on his face. You gravitated along with the movement of Simons arm on your back. Rocking from left to right slowly. Gripping the side of the bed and grunting ever so slightly with slight sheet of sweat covering your face and body.

Simon knew, it was time. He bulleted out of bed and quickly got dressed. Helping you slowly with every step. Sooner of later he would get impatient seeing how with every step you would moan in agony and tremble a bit. He picked you up carefully and hurried his way to his truck. Placing you in it like as if you were made of porcelain.

On the way to the hospital he would glance at you to check on how you’re holding up. He saw how people lost their lives, arms, legs, limbs, organs even on battlefield. He saw and went through some of the worst things imaginable and yet, this is the moment where anxiety was eating him whole. The entire time he was thinking about his dream, about you and the kid, what would happen to you and the kid. Would you survive? Would the kid? What if both lives were put to a line? He would definitely choose you to survive since he’s known you longer and loved you way more. But at this moment. These questions were eating him whole. The grunts, moans of agony, hearing how you gripped the fabric of whatever your hands could latch onto, slight screams, huffing, seeing how much you sweated and in how much agony you were was killing him. He tried to take his mind off the situation at least a bit so that you two could get safely to the hospital. It somewhat did.

When you two, technically three, got there. The nurses refused to let you in saying you came “too late” and that “there isn’t anymore space left for another patient.” Simon had enough. He threatened them to take you in, begged them, whatever, just to let you give birth to his child safely. Eventually after what seemed like forever. They did. They hooked you up to the monitors and whatnot. Gave you an epidural and set you up for giving birth. The epidural somewhat made the pain loosen up a bit. But not much. At this point you were in tears from the pain. You were sore yet relaxed, tired but adrenaline was pumping through. You felt like you were on drugs. It was all but 29 agonizing hours in this state of fucked up euphoria that you were going through. Your baby was taking its sweet precious time with this birth. Your husband ignored any request from anyone apart from you. Staying constantly by your side, massaging your back and legs when you asked for, bringing you food and water every so often, helping you with whatever. Whilst his phone was going apeshit. You see. Today Simon was supposed to spend the entire week on base. Since the team was getting ready for a months worth long mission. He could honestly give less of a fuck about 141 and that mission when his wife was giving birth to his child. Who decided a month early to come home.

The nurses and doctors came in every so often to give you a bigger dose of pain medicine since the epidural was wearing off every so often. At this point you’re already going through a lot of bullshit. The pain from your baby kicking you and from your vagina ripping itself and now you started to feel immense pain in your lower back due to how much they were filling you up with that stupid epidural dosage. At some point you asked them to stop. Since you couldn’t take it anymore. After the 30th check up on you, the docs finally decided it was time you start pushing. They hooked you up again and started the procedure. With the breathing techniques and whatnot. You were clenching onto Simons biceps and hands that were hugging you. Squeezing them hard, whenever you felt like you needed to push. The pain was agonizing. It was killing you. You were screaming like a wounded animal, crying, begging for it to come out. At some point you started cussing. You didn’t knew what you were saying anymore. All you knew was that you wanted that thing, that child, that baby. Out. Of. You. Now. Every now and then Simon would wipe the sweat and tears off of your face and take all the hair away from your face. Silently and weakly nodding to assure that you’re thanking him for his kind gesture, you tried to look around. But you noticed your vision was blurry. Slowly rising your hand silently gesturing that you need a little break. The doctors brush it off. This went on until you snapped.

“For fucks sake! You’re not the one giving birth are you doc! Let me have a moment! Please”

You plead. The doctors calmed down a bit as the nurses came to your side to help you a bit. Bringing you to sit up right, wiping sweat, and overall trying to help. While that was happening, Simon was being told that he couldn’t be in the room anymore. Which was the exact thing he feared. He refused, ordering that he needed to stay by your side at all times. The security even intervened in order to calm him down, but they were of to no match for him. While he was outside fighting, literally fighting to get to be by your side. He was forced to hear your agonizing screams, pleads for the child to be taken out of your belly. He started to cry. Hearing his wife in such agony he couldn’t help but collapse, cry and wait for the inevitable and unfortunate reality to hit him yet again. Hearing your screams made him think about his past, when he was young, a little lad. Having to see and go through hell his dad was doing to him and his family. Then thinking about the time he met you at the old base. Thinking about the time he swore with his whole heart when his old team retrieved you back from captivity that he would sacrifice anyone in order to see you live again, even himself. He thought about the time when you were walking down the aisle in your beautiful wedding gown. Finding out you two were going to become parents. And now. Thinking about how he’s going to lose you.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

About two-ish hours later. He was sitting on the bench in the waiting room outside of the operating room. Waiting. With his palms pressed together and the side knuckle of his index fingers resting on his nose and the tips of his fingers on his forehead. Cheeks still red from a couple of punches and tears from before. He was anxiously waiting for the bad news.

Eventually the doctor walks out of the room. He proceeded to stand in the middle of the door frame and signal for him to get in. Simon was shocked. The doctor didn’t have his face facing down or looked at him with a disappointing face. Simon bulleted into the room, before being stopped by the same doctor who grabbed him by his forearm “Congratulations Sir.” That’s all that the doctor said before walking completely out and closing the door behind Simon.

Simon was standing in the corner of the room where the door was just looking at you, checking just in case if you were alive. You are. With your arm extended slightly forward with a babies tiny hand grabbing onto your index finger. Simon as silently as possible got closer to both of you. Sitting by the edge of your bed where he could see the left side of your face which was leaned in the babies direction. You were glistening with sweat, hair messy and eyes tired. You were quite exhausted. No wonder why you were asleep and the doc warned him to be quite. He looked over at the babies class crib. He guessed that it was a girl since the baby was wrapped in a pink blanket. Simon slowly got up but not before kissing your forehead and moving some more hair out of your face. When he got closer he carefully picked the babe up into his calloused arms. Holding it. He chuckled softly before kissing the babe on the forehead as well. His two angels soundly sleeping after a long long night.

He slowly sat down on a couch near your bed and was still holding the babe in his arms. He started to cry. He couldn’t believe it. His two little girls alive and well. He blamed his nightmare for the source of his worries. He kissed his newborn daughter on the forehead and just cried silently.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Simon was long gone asleep. Still holding his daughter in his arms. Both of them were sleeping. You and the nurse were looking at them with awe. She came to check up on you and bring you some food. While you were eating you talked with her a bit “How are you feeling love? I know the labor was not so great.” The nurse sat by your bed and looked at you with worry while you were eating “it was one of my worst experiences ever to be honest. Y’know its not that beautiful and dandy when your child is constantly kicking you and demanding to come out” you said slightly chuckled through your sentence while you looked over at your daughter who was sleeping in your husbands arms who was softly snoring and drooling “Hm little gremlin” you turned back to your delicious food as the nurse giggled a tad bit.

“I’m sure you will make an amazing mother” she said

“Hopefully.” You signed looking at your husband and daughter again “…I hope”

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

A/N: if anyone wants me to make a part two I will <3333

I’ll definitely make a part two huehehehe

Btw here’s the original creator of the idea for this fanfic @lathalchiralium

Edit!!!

Here’s the link to that fanfic in question!! Please support the original creator! <333

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ma3mae · 1 year

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Hi, can I request? I'm actually doing an exam and yeah it almost finished but I didn't finished 100%. Can you do a scenario where the reader is overthinking about the exam that she submitted. When I didn't finished I was like overthinking that I'm useless, failed, worthless, etc. ( i did that because I thought I can upgrade this semester but turns out I'm failed.) Thankyou so much of you can write this thing for me! (Also can I get a cuddle from Chuuya 🥺🥺🥺)

"Exams are a hassle"

Summary: Exams have been stressing you out for weeks now so how does your boyfriend comfort you? (Chuuya x Reader)

Genre: plenty of fluff but also a bit depressing ^ anon request tells u why

Warnings: a bit of self loathing and sleep deprivation bc exams are the best booster for self confidence I FEEL U ANON

A/N: thank you for your request!! I hope this will somehow be able to lift you up 😩✋ you can do it, anon!! Soon you'll be done and then u can relax and enter bsd brainrot again. Also didnt proofread this bc im writing this in a car so the nausea is lowkey kicking in 😩😩 hope this doesnt seem rushed omggg

Part 2 : In sickness and health

Nakahara Chuuya

our cheeto boy finally coming home after a normal day work

Like comepletely annihilating a mini terrorist organisation LMAO 🤡

he comes home to find yourself on the same spot and legit same position on the couch he has last seen you like FKING 12 HOURS AGO???

is instantly baffled and worried because??

"Are you seriously STILL preparing for your exam?? Don't you need a break??"

he immediately shuts himself up tho as he just sees the dark bags under your eyes and the red eyes and oh no :((

a sniffle follows as you bury ur face into your hands and this BOY IS JUMPING across the room to get to you

Jk but hes instantly by your side and cradling you in his arms

h-his light? the love of his life??? HATING HERSELF???? BC OF AN EXAM?????

u know what that means 🚓🚓🚓🚓🚓🚓

Jk no jail

Hes gonna come at you WITH FACTS THO 😤✋

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Exhaustion was weighting onto you like nothing else. Your eyes were hurting at this point from having to look at the same screen for weeks now, only taking breaks to go to the toilet or either drown yourself in energy drink or coffee.

Your boyfriend would often be absent because of his work and he'd support you as always. You saw the worry in his eyes and he would ask if you'd like his help or if there's anything he could do for you.

But you kept refusing him since he had already enough on his shoulders in your eyes. He was probably even more tired than you yet still managed to shine so brightly whenever he'd look at you with so much adoration in his eyes for you, no matter how horrible his day went.

Slowly but surely felt something bubbling up inside you.

"No... I can't deal with this right now." you tried to convince yourself as you swallowed the lump inside your throat.

You looked at the time on the screen of your PC, trying to see through the blur infront of your eyes.

3:47am

Fuck, you were tired. You just wanted to quit everything, cry yourself to sleep and finally be at peace but no. This shitty exam just had to be one of the most important events in your life and you really couldn't fuck this one up.

As you buried your face in your hands, you could faintly hear keys rustling outside the door.

No! I can't let him see me like this!

Yet your tears just wouldn't stop and soon enough you heard him enter.

"Hey, doll. What the hell, you're still awake? I told you to just go to sl-!"

You didn't want to answer him. No, you simply couldn't even if you wanted to.

Only mere seconds passed before you felt gloved hands grasp both of your hands.

"Sweetheart... Listen to me."

You merely shook your head as he watched your shoulders tremble.

Clicking his tounge, he lifted you up with ease, pulling a sudden yelp out of you.

"No, Chuuya. Please put me back, I have to g-"

"Y/N, just listen to me for one damn time."

How could you refuse him? When you could feel his warmth so close to you.

Yet your guilt was frankly consuming your whole being. You could hear it in his voice.

Was he angry? Annoyed?

Because of you?

You just wanted to get through this exam by yourself. How could you burden him when he had already enough on his own plate. He didn't need someome like you just adding more onto it.

"I'm sorry, Chuu..."

You felt him sit down onto the couch, the soft light of the screen illuminating the space.

"For what?" He whispered to you as he began to rub circles onto your back.

"It's just..."

A sigh escaped as you felt his hands grasp yours, finally letting him see you fully for the first time and yet the sight made your heart clench.

"No, none of that shit anymore, alright? If you want to rant about it then rant. If you want to cry about it then cry. But no way in hell can you expect me to sit back any longer. It already went on for long enough these past few weeks. You need a break, Y/N. "

There he was.

The love of your life, wearing his heart on his sleeve for you as he poured it out.

Always being honest with you and laying himself bare.

Its what made you fall in love with him but you couldn't deny that you envied that part of him too.

Yet he always managed to make it a part of you too with words alone.

"But I can't. I'm afraid, Chuuya. Afraid that I'll fail this. Because then what? I don't know what I'm supposed to do if the worst would happen. I just-!"

You couldn't see anything anymore. Eyes so blurry as you tried your best to look at him.

And he still managed to leave you breathless as he wiped your tears away, feeling as if you'd be looking at the sunrise itself.

Always giving the energy to let you see the next day.

"I just don't want to burden you. Anyone. Even myself. But what am I supposed to do? I feel so useless everytime I memorize something and I just keep forgetting it because I just don't want to fail. What should I just d-"

Soft lips met yours, a slight tinge of the cherry chapstick you had gifted him on your taste buds.

"You are not a burden, Y/N. Not to anyone, you or even me. I meant if for every time when I asked if I could help. Yet you would always tell me you'd want to do this yourself and if my girlfriend wants to do that then why shouldn't I let her? But everyone has their limit and you need to understand that. I know you've been crying yourself to sleep these past few weeks and I hated myself for letting something like this happen. "

He let his lips linger on your right cheek.

"It's okay to be afraid."

Linger on your left.

"It's okay to cry.

Linger on your forehead.

"But the last thing I'd let you do..."

And lastly return back to your lips.

"Is you feeling like a burden. Feeling useless and everything that comes with it because you are none of that."

You gently took his face into your hands, letting your shaken eyes gaze into his firm ones.

"But what if I fail?"

"You won't. I know you can do it. I've seen how you are, Y/N. Hell you're one of the strongest people I know. You'll stand up for what's right. Every time I come battered, bruised and everything else, you'd always be there to comfort me, tend to my wounds, even feed me when you have to. Your presence alone would make the weight vanish on my shoulders, yet you always carry it without any complaints. So let me do the same to you and help you. "

You tightly wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his shoulder.

"But it's just an ex-"

"You better not fucking tell me that its JUST an exam. I'm not listening to any of that for tonight."

You felt his lips stretch into a smile as he buried his face into the crook of neck.

"Let's just go to bed and I'll help you rehearse everything, okay?"

"Are you sure about that? Is your patience gonna hold out long enough?"

You let out an "acK!" as he suddenly tightened his arms around you.

"Don't underestimate me, doll. You've seen what I can do so rehearsing for a puny exam won't be a challenge at all. So let's-!"

He lifted the both of you up with his ability, floating towards your bedroom.

"-just sleep already because we both deserve it after tonight, alright?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden silliness.

"Oi, what are you laughing at"

"No, nothing. Just appreciating my boyfriend, his handy power and the love he'd always give me."

"D-Don't be so sappy. Rest and save that energy for tomorrow."

"Hmm, oh well. But I still wanna say that I love you though."

"Out of nowhere... but I love you too. Always will."

*****

Anyway yall rehearse that shit together and ur boy being the one to take breaks bc bro wtf have u been learning???? This some science level shit?? But he gives u snacks, cuddles, support and everything you need

bro's gonna pamper you as soon as you finally had ur exam and you gotta restrain him from showering you with gifts bc of how happy he is

HIS future wife deserves the best after all 😤😤😤✋✋✋✋

if u tell him that he doesnt need to buy you so much and that you'd be happy with him just being there then oh...

dont expect him to hold back after being so cute 🤡 especially after yall havent done anything for weeks probably so time to catch up 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

#bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #nakahara chuuya

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kujousgf · 1 year

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SNAPSHOT. mdni.

pairings: kate bishop x f!reader

synopsis: a look into your relationship with kate when she comes home late and you stay up too long

content warnings: none ! very fluffy, kate calls reader princess and baby

a/n: enjoy this short little kate drabble ! i love her so much my baby

wc: 926

The sound of the rain against the windows of your apartment would usually be soothing, but right now it was too loud and felt more like it was beating against the inside of your skull than against the windows. The bright light of your laptop screen compared to the dim lighting of the living room only made the pounding inside your head worse. The clock in the bottom right corner of your laptop read 3:47am and you groaned. Your eyes burned and you wanted to sleep, but you knew that you needed to finish this assignment. If you didn’t do it now and keep on this train of thought then you would forget all about what you wanted to say and it wouldn’t get done at all. And that just wouldn’t do.

Usually Kate was around to keep you from pulling all nighters like this that inevitably made things worse instead of better, but the archer was helping Clint with something and told you she wouldn’t be back until early tomorrow morning. But wait, she told you that earlier today? Yesterday? She left around 9am and it’s now… 3:49am. So, yes, she told you that yesterday. Which meant she’d be back early this morning, which meant she’d probably be home any minute now.

That wasn’t a problem, of course. You’d missed her while she was gone, even if it was for such a short time, and you wanted her to come home. Except… it was a problem because she would not be very happy to see that you were still awake. Happy to see you? Yes. But happy that you were still awake so late, or is it early? Decidedly not.

Kate wasn’t controlling, of course. She just cared for your wellbeing, and to see you doing the exact opposite would surely make her a little bit upset. It’s not like she gave you a proper ‘bedtime’ you were too old for that, you told her, but she has strongly suggested that you be in bed and asleep by 11:30pm. Well, you were neither in bed or asleep right now and it was much later than 11:30pm.

You would just have to finish this up quickly and get in bed before she got home, that’s all. If you were still awake you could claim that she was being too loud and woke you up.

Unfortunately that is not what happened because about 15 minutes later you were fast asleep on the couch with your laptop still open and on your lap. The sound of Kate opening the door at 5:30am didn’t wake you up and neither did the sound of her soft laughter when she saw the position you were in. She was careful not to wake you when she moved the laptop off of your legs and placed it on the table, curiously taking a peek at what you were doing before you fell asleep before closing it gently.

She debated between letting you sleep on the couch or waking you up to take you into the bedroom. She would much rather let you sleep, because lord knows when you had actually fallen asleep, but she knows that the position you were in would leave you sore and uncomfortable when you wake up.

She crouches down next to the couch, raises a gentle hand to your shoulder and shakes you softly, “Baby? Come on, you’ve gotta wake up. Just for a minute, then you can go back to sleep, I promise.” The only response she receives is a tired whine and your back to her face as you roll over and bury your face in the couch cushion. She can’t help the laugh that leaves her as she internally coos over how cute you are.

Kate sighs dramatically as she takes a different approach, “If you don’t get up then you don’t get any cuddles. That would make me very sad, you know… I was gone all that time and when I get back I can’t even cuddle with my favorite girl…” When she barely receives a response from that besides your hand reaching back blindly to try and tug her onto the couch with you, she gives up.

“Alright, well, I’ll be in bed whenever you decide to get up.” She rises from the ground and starts slowly walking towards the bedroom. The smile on her lips is hard to suppress when she hears you padding softly behind her, eventually stopping to allow you to catch up and wrap your arms around her waist from behind with a sleepy grumble. “Hi there, sleeping beauty, I thought you were gonna sleep on the couch, huh?”

“Woke me up, missed you, sleep with you.” You yawn, leaning your weight against her back and happily nuzzling your face against her. Kate chuckles and turns in your embrace, “Okay, sleepy, come on. It’s not that much further, you can’t fall asleep standing up.” She helps you walk the rest of the way to your bedroom and you immediately crawl into bed, whining at her to hurry up and get in bed already.

Any other time Kate would scold you for being impatient, but this time she just shakes her head affectionately and gets into bed next to you, humming contently when you immediately cuddle into her side. “Goodnight, princess. Tomorrow you’re going to bed early.” You’re already almost asleep and can’t find it in you to fight with her on that, instead you just breathe in her scent and let yourself drift off.

#alice's fics !#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x y/n #kate bishop x you #kate bishop imagine

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holycryptid · 1 year

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Nightcrawler

Bruce Wayne/Batman x AFAB!reader (no pronouns/gendered language).

Explicit content (18+)

Word count: 6.3k

Tags/warnings: descriptions of blood/injury, angst, allusions to sex, groping/touching, descriptions of medical treatment (suturing), fingering/pussy play, explicit language, unrequited feelings (let me know if anything was missed!).

Summary: Bruce confronts his feelings after you put him back together. Again.

Notes: wrote this all the way back in 2020 right after the first trailer came out…found it sitting in my computer files and figured i shouldn’t let it go to waste! since it was written before the movie came out, please excuse/forgive any inaccuracies regarding the batsuit, terminology, setting, and characterization (and the painfully amateur writing) 😣

The cave is always a little too frigid for your liking.

Especially when it’s already well into the late hours of the night—a time you definitely shouldn’t be awake. The long fluorescents buzz and highlight the metallic sheen of everything, while still piercing through any inch of unguarded darkness in the gloomy room.

A light breeze swirls around your huddled figure every so often, and the rhythmic sound of water continuously dripping onto floor somewhere echoes throughout the quiet, isolated space. There’s still some changes and additions that need to be made to the current set-up he has, but it does the job for now. You don’t bother taking note of what needs to get done—you’ll probably forget it all an hour from now anyway.

You let your head roll back onto the chairs headrest, and your eyes skim over the time at the bottom of one of the monitors screens.

3:43am. It’s been almost four hours—you always wait.

You wait even though he tells you not to, and even though you know you maybe shouldn’t sometimes. But you can’t help it. It’s habit at this point. You’re down here at 10pm on the dot. Daily.

You don’t need to be, but you are; it’s tradition for you to be part of his prep and routine before the nightly endeavour out into Gotham, even if you just sit and watch as he slowly works his way into the suit piece-by-piece, fiddling with various tech accessories that you don’t even know the names of yet.

You try to pass the time by organizing and sorting his skewed files, papers, and small pieces of armour that have been damaged beyond repair—meticulously placing them in their rightful spots on the seemingly never-ending line of desktops, shelves, and hidden drawers.

But mindlessly arranging anything and everything only lasts for so long before there’s nothing left to do but sit. And think. And then sit some more.

Not knowing how long you’ll be rolling around in one of the padded office chairs for is one of the prices you have to pay for caring too much, and he reprimands you for it, even as you furiously dump an entire bottle of rubbing alcohol onto his body, and he never shows that it affects him in the least.

He’s stubborn. He’s stupid.

Your eyes wander along the blank stone walls as you slouch further into the chair, stopping when you see the time again: 3:47am.

You let out a heavy breath through your nose as you repeatedly click the tip of a pen in and out. You push yourself around in slow circles with the toe of your foot, letting the spinning room distract you for just a few moments just to pass another minute at least.

This isn’t necessarily part of your job. He knows that, and you definitely know that. A lot of things have changed with your workplace duties, clearly, as you notice some earlier pieces of his armour piled in one corner of the room.

Unsurprisingly, things have…happened here and there. It’s becoming a more common occurrence, but it feels circumstantial and…convenient. Maybe it’s all meant to happen at this point. You think about it often enough—too often. Enough to make things awkward for yourself sometimes.

Another anxious glance at the leering clock: 3:51am. “This is fucking ridiculous,” you reason with yourself, getting up from the chair and tossing the pen on the desk.

You resort to pacing around the grand floor space, now closely watching the entrance and exit as you circle by. All you can do is wait—

And just as you turn your back to the computer displays and monitors, the clocks turn to 3:59am.

You cut back sharply to begin another circle, and there he is. Four hours later. Alive.

The broad shadow makes your heart stop for a split second, but the only physical reaction you have is your knees locking, keeping you in place and giving you no choice but to stare at the familiar, broad outline of him.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Bruce.” It slips out, a little rushed and aggressive, but you mean it. He knows you well enough to not take any literal offence from it.

Your harsh acknowledgement prompts him to walk in further.

“Yeah, you said that last time,” he points out casually, sauntering into the blinding lights with calm steps, coming around to the front of the desks.

You observe his gait with a hard stare—you take notice of how he hesitantly bends and twists at the hip when he leans back to rest against the edge of the metal desk, rolling his head back until his neck pops with a relieved grunt.

He’s already got the cowl, cape, and gloves off, so whatever the problem is, it must be worse than what he’s playing off, as usual.

And then you see the issue. “Do you need help with that?” You point at his stomach and drop back into the chair, deflating with concern.

Your alert eyes study the suit, looking at the damage.

“With what?” he counters, seeming unaware—avoiding; yet his dark eyes confidently meet yours as he rests back on his hands, trying to find some comfort and seem unbothered by whatever desperately needs your attention underneath the sturdy armour.

A very thin layer of blood has seeped through a small displacement in the suits plating, soaking into the tri-weave fibers that cover the titanium. You roll your eyes and scoot back to a shelf where a med-kit sits, one that you put together specifically for nights like these, which is every night.

Positioning yourself back in front of him, the chair brings you to the perfect height to get a good look at the impairment. You can already tell it’s a knife wound just by the location. It’s at the perfect height. It cut perfectly in-between the overlapped layers of plating, perhaps the biggest flaw the suit has. You’re sure he’s aware of that now.

You inspect it briefly, tugging up on the bent piece slightly to see the amount of blood beneath. He takes a deep breath as the dense pressure is relieved from the tender area.

“Shit—” he breathes in relief. You’ve only heard that clipped tone slip out of his mouth on very few occasions, one of which was barely a week ago, yet you still tense at the vivid memory that you never really want to let go of.

He’s not one for reminiscing, but unfortunately, you are.

“It’ll only be a few stitches,” you say gently, letting the plate mold back into place softly. You tap the hard armour pointedly. “Take it off.”

You flick your eyes up to his—the black paint has smeared around just a bit more compared to when he smudged it on with no real technique earlier.

You’ll help him get it off later.

He brings a quick hand through his damp hair and starts unclipping the few clasps hidden on his shoulders and chest. One by one, the durable pieces are detached, and you carefully place them off to your right as he hands them over.

“Can you get the one in the back?” He motions over his shoulder. You nod and mumble a thoughtful ‘mhm’ as you both push yourself onto your feet again.

He turns his back to you, leaning forward on his palms and presenting the last clasp that sits in the middle of his spine. You know he can reach it, you’ve seen him do it before. You flick the clip, carefully pulling away the last plate. He physically relaxes his already tense muscles as soon as the extra weight is removed.

“I don’t know why you do this every night. It’s not worth it,” you confess while rummaging through the med-kit for a needle, surgical thread, topical antiseptic, a gauze pad, and a self-adherent bandage wrap to hopefully hold it all together.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment as you carefully lay out the supplies next to him on the desk.

“I have to…” he whispers, trailing off, but you catch it, shaking your head as you thread and ready the needle with severe concentration.

“Turn around, please.” He shifts back to where he originally was without a word, leaning back against the cool steel with hesitation once again.

You grab the bottle of antiseptic and apply a generous amount onto the pad, delicately holding it as you take a seat in front of him once again.

“Are you sure you wanna stand for this?” you grimace. The hot sting of a sterile compress isn’t the most enjoyable sensation to experience, especially while bearing weight.

He looks down at you, looking rather uninvolved with the priority. Dazed and distracted; something that could be mistaken for the potential amount blood loss, but the gash isn’t big enough for that possibility.

This is something you’ve seen more often than you’d like to.

“Just get it done,” he starts, “You know I can handle it.” He dismisses the option, letting his head roll back with a deep inhale as he waits for you to start.

You say nothing in return. Carefully balancing the compress in one hand, your other cautiously pinches the soft, spandex material of his base-layer shirt. It fits comfortably, hugging tightly around the curvature and muscle of his body, improving his movement in the suit.

The shirt is slowly pulled away from his stomach. The thick blood sticks around the tear in the fabric, making it peel away instead. You drag it halfway over the rest of his lower abdomen, pulling and letting it bunch up tightly, staying isolated from the torn skin below.

You stare at the ugly cut for barely a second before you quickly dab the antiseptic around, patting it into the irritated, puffy flesh and watching it fizzle with each pull back.

Sometimes, you feel like he likes the pain. Like he purposefully seeks out the discomfort of an incapacitating injury in hopes of suppressing the turmoil of concern…worry…love…

It gives him something else to focus on instead of the sorrowful emotions that avoiding you doesn’t seem to fix. It’s only been making it worse, and things are beyond saving now.

Your free hand gently rests against the burning skin of his waist, and his head drops forward at the surprising contact.

“Calm down. It keeps me steady,” you chuckle, shaking your head lightly.

He hums thoughtlessly in response, unconvinced with your excuse, maybe.

There’s that sudden anxious tension in the room from nothing but a fleeting graze of fingertips. The uncertainty of who’s going to make the first move this time.

You do one more press and then pull the soaked pad away, examining your progress before discarding the bloody material.

“It might only be four sutures or so,” you determine while gently squeezing the inflamed edges closer together to try and gauge the amount of work needed.

He inhales sharply, tightly gripping the rim of the desktop. “Well, the faster you stitch it, the faster I’ll be able to—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence.” You cut him off with a harsh but accidental hard squeeze of the torn flesh, making his words die in his throat with a groan.

That wasn’t something you really needed to hear right now, let alone think about as if he wasn’t just bleeding out in front of you only minutes ago.

You know how that sentence ends; you’ve heard him say it more times than you’d like to admit, but you can’t let him have his way tonight.

You glare at each other for a moment. Your eyes hold a tired frustration behind them, but his hold a different kind…something that is able to get you to do whatever he says, something that makes you giddy with anticipation, and something that makes you feel just a little more alienated afterwards.

“You can’t lie to yourself anymore,” he says instead.

You laugh coldly. “Well, neither can you. I’ve stopped doing that a long time ago. You should try it sometime,” you counter, snatching the threaded needle with anger while maintaining your unimpressed gaze.

He sighs, messing with his drying hair again as you begin suturing quickly—not so you can get to what he was alluding to, but the opposite.

For once, you don’t want that, and you don’t want the burden of sadness that comes with it.

But it’s so…tempting.

He gave himself away. You haven’t. And of course he’s leaning against the very spot you were pinned down against a week ago, feeling the contrast to the emotions you’re feeling now: excitement, passion, comfort, love—

It puts you into a conscious daydream for a moment. But you’re awoken from it when you feel his body jolt suddenly. You see the needle poking into the tough muscle of his side instead of the spongey cut.

“Shit— sorry,” you mumble, shifting your focus back to the final suture and looping it through itself securely in a rush.

Seven stitches in total, you notice. You were close.

You grab the bandage wrap and press it firmly over the closed wound before snaking it around his back. You’re able to get two layers from it; the pressure should stop any possible bleeding, but he always manages to tear it open anyway. Sometimes you think he does it on purpose just so he has a good excuse to see you.

“Done,” you sigh, packing up the med-kit and rolling back to its shelf.

You stand from the chair and go to make your way to the exit without another word, not interested in any other interaction tonight. Well, that’s what you hope for, but you’ve learned that he will never let you go peacefully.

You go to pass by him mindlessly as he’s carefully pulling his shirt back down, but he manages to grab ahold of your sleeve quickly when he sees your destination. The effortless pull makes you skid to a stop, twisting back towards him with your inverted momentum, almost smashing your face in his chest, but you stop yourself with your forearm.

He holds onto you tightly, with a purpose, as you share a moment of mutual hurt and resentment. His dark eyes, the opaque paint making them look just as black in the hazy lighting, search your conflicted ones desperately.

“If I asked you to stay, would you?” he asks quietly. There’s no demand behind it, seemingly afraid it’ll scare you away.

His face softens, perhaps relief from asking. He’s never had to before.

You furrow your brows together in shock, dumbfounded at his apparent stupidity in this continuous situation. You scoff lightly at his rather domestic request. “Why? So we can just dance around the truth like always?” Your voice never raises in volume, but your tone gets harsher as you continue.

“So I can hope that maybe you’ll come to your senses and fucking realize that I lo—”

The hand he had wrapped around your arm moves to the back of your neck before you can even say the word or finish your passionate rant. He promptly pulls you right to him, his deft lips quickly doing the much-needed apologizing in that moment.

It’s feverish and assertive, seeming out of place in the cloud of desolation and melancholia…yet you don’t stop him. You don’t want to.

He knows you’ve needed this. Not the rushed, messy, convoluted kisses that come from your desperate fucking after a hard night or a close call, the ones that seem to happen almost by accident, by pure circumstance. There’s just always something missing…

Fervour. That’s what you feel now—that’s what you’ve wanted from him every single time he took control of you with ease for the night. You’re never able to make it back up to the manor either.

You shudder slightly when his hand moves to your jaw, gripping it firmly as he slides his mouth against yours consumingly, sucking your lips gently and teasing your tongue with his cautiously. You moan when he deepens the kiss further, letting his tongue fully overlap yours with a practiced versatility. It subdues you, inviting him to give and take as he pleases.

Several whimpers fall against his lips as you stretch onto your toes to meet his height as best as you can, trying to get more even though he’s already giving you plenty. It’s pensive. Each movement thought out and executed with a purpose, something that you can feel has a very clear destination in his mind.

You let him maintain authority, let him kiss you with a force that could bruise if he didn’t soothe the pressure with his soft tongue occasionally, dipping it back into your mouth quickly after. Your taste seems insatiable to his starved soul.

It all draws you in further, and your hands find themselves grasping at his shoulders instinctually when a forceful hand snakes through your hair to gain better control of you.

Your mouth feels a little numb and swollen from the welcome force, and he pulls away hesitantly when he feels your soft touch finally rest at his collar delicately. He barely lets more than an inch get between your lips, and you can feel the reluctancy in his movements as he pulls back.

You open your eyes slowly and see his sombre expression—more sombre than usual. The sorrow in his eyes and the agony on his brow is enough to force you to speak up first.

“I wish you told me months ago,” you whisper, lightly resting your forehead against his own as you wrap your arms around his neck, confident that he won’t pull away like he has before.

He looks longingly into your forgiving eyes, taking his hands and sliding them down to your hips in solace; an abrupt switch from from their dominant spot around your face. You understand the conflicts he has to live with. Most of them are caused by his vigilant habits in the night, yet you expected everything outside of that to still be easy for him.

Unfortunately, trauma picks and chooses its victims at random.

You find yourself looking for words. Maybe for the moment you realized he was different, when he changed.

“I wish it wasn’t so hard for you, Bruce.” You try to comfort him, provide some ease for his always anxious mind.

He squeezes your hip, silently reassuring you that it’ll be fine, that it won’t kill him.

“I wish it wasn’t so hard for you,” he retorts in an indignant tone, irritated with himself.

He regrets all of it. Most of all, he regrets making you feel unloved. The nights where he used you as a release, when he would act like nothing happened, when he would unconsciously ignore you, and when he ultimately closed himself off in the end.

“It wasn’t fair. It was…selfish,” he finishes forcefully, taking a quick breath to regain some composure.

“I just don’t want you to be part of that life,” he admits tentatively.

You can see he’s telling the truth. The way he doesn’t meet your gaze again. He does it to avoid the confrontation that comes with honesty.

You pause to take in his confession, closing your eyes for a moment with relief, but his tone is like a bullet to the heart. The dejected feeling of you possibly not wanting to be here with him in this moment.

“‘That life’?…You mean your life?” you reason, sounding surprised with his absurd claim.

You’d think that having done this religiously with him for a year would make him think otherwise, regardless of your acts together. You always showed up no matter the circumstances or emotions.

He pushes against your hips lightly, making some space between your bodies, and you shuffle back without hesitation. You let your arms fall away from his shoulders, and he does the same as you distance yourself.

“My life is your life,” he explains. “What happens to me affects you, why can’t you see that?” His face falls slightly. The realization of you not knowing you’re significant enough to be considered part of his life is…heartbreaking.

There’s so much you could say to that.

You let the silence linger briefly. “Maybe I’d be able to see that if you weren’t afraid to be in the same room as me,” you say, voice quiet as you test your reasoning.

You don’t want to start a fight. You just want to understand. You want to know why.

You notice how he hesitates when around you, and not in a flattering or complimentary way. It’s avoidant, scared, and even worried. Worry of confrontation.

He takes a deep breath and wraps his arms around his stomach in comfort, carefully avoiding the fresh bandage.

“I…I’m not…scared. I’m—” Batman doesn’t get scared from feelings, but maybe Bruce Wayne does.

“You’re unsure,” you finish for him. His eyes meet yours with a sense of hope that you’re understanding.

“I just…don’t know how to go about…all of this,” he motions between you with a flick of his hand.

All of this…meaning—

“Love?” you try, making it more of a rhetorical question.

He presses his lips together in surprise before offering a firm nod. He doesn’t trust himself to say it. It’s hard to wrap your head around. It couldn’t just be that, it had to be something more problematic? Complicated?

But yet, it all makes sense because he’s him—he doesn’t necessarily do romance; there’s no time. You know that. You’ve seen how he is, nothing but a fleeting moment in the night to most, even to you.

It all clicks, and you rub your face in relief and exasperation. You can’t blame him for it all. You can for some, of course, but a relationship needs communication from both. It can’t be a one-person effort, but that’s what it ended up being.

He was just trying to protect you. That’s all someone can really ask for, but the execution wasn’t right. He abandoned you emotionally to protect you physically, and that’s not the right balance.

“Why didn’t you just tell me the truth at the beginning? So I wouldn’t spend all this time thinking I was doing something wrong,” you pleaded, stepping closer to him again to pull an answer from his huddled form.

The closer you get, the higher you have to tilt your head to hold his gaze.

He looks right back, overwhelmed. “I didn’t know how to say it…I didn’t know if you felt that way. When I realized you did, I thought it was just…too late,” he admits, stuttering briefly at the end.

It was clearly hard for him, too. But was it not apparent that you were waiting? For him. For anything.

You look down, nodding your head in understanding. “I don’t think I could’ve made it any more obvious, but lust can be confused for love, so I understand.” You were serious, but some sarcasm slipped through at the end.

Lust is deadly; it will bait you, hook you, and then drag you under it’s pleasurable and irresistible cloud of euphoria, disguised as the domineering man in front of you.

“At least you know now,” he says, matching your tone.

He straightens his posture and locks his cold stare onto yours momentarily, searching for something he still can’t seem to find.

Giving up, he turns to collect each piece of armour you set aside, and he busy’s himself with meticulously putting it back in its rightful spot for tomorrow.

You watch him with surprise, but there’s no anger at his dismissal. You feel relieved. Relieved that you know. You don’t expect things to be normal right away, not with him.

You know he’ll come around, but you can’t help but ask a prying question just to entertain your already validated thoughts. And to keep him talking. There’s still so much you want to know.

“So…” you start lightly. “You said you weren’t sure if I was interested at the beginning,” you say carefully.

He stops moving the instant he hears the curiosity in your tone. He turns back to you slowly, an amused expression on his face. Shit—

You hesitate when you catch his look, but continue cooly. “So, if you didn’t know…then why did you keep, uh…” You lose your words, too afraid to be so blunt and direct about your past endeavours.

It seems taboo to discuss it while not in the moment itself. Sometimes you wonder if it’s just a dream. Too good to be true.

He raises his brows knowingly as you trail off, entertained with your hesitation and embarrassment.

“Why did you— why did we continue…”

“Fucking?” he finishes for you bluntly, a small smile playing on his lips, yet it’s devoid of genuine humour. It screams danger.

He chuckles when you nod your head wordlessly. “Like you said, lust is confusing. You can never seem to get enough, and I don’t think I wanted to.” He pulls the sleeves of his tight-fitting shirt over his forearms, watching you carefully as you consider his words.

His tone was suddenly light, confident. He could feel that you were walking the fine line of giving in or leaving without another word.

“I’m not trying to persuade you into doing anything, if that’s what you’re thinking about,” he clarifies softly when he sees your eyes dance across the floor rapidly.

You laugh lightly, glancing at him reluctantly. “I’m not, but you wouldn’t have to, anyway,”

That makes him narrow his gaze in question.

You raise a brow in response. “What?”

He glances over his shoulder at a monitor, very obviously reading the time: 4:29am.

And you realize exactly what he’s doing. Why would time matter unless you were to suddenly become busy. Tonight was on the shorter end of time spent putting him back together, and you never fall asleep quickly or peacefully anyway…that’s if you were to attempt it or even make it that far.

You watch him speculatively, still mindful that he’s injured, and probably very, very sleep deprived at this point, even though you can never say for sure.

He doesn’t sleep much. You seem to be his biggest distraction.

He twists a dry strand of hair between his fingers as it’s brushed back from his face, black eyes full of self-assurance as he turns to you for what will be the last time tonight.

“You think we can make it back to the manor?” His relaxed yet serious tone startles you, making you consider the options quickly.

Hard and cold floor, small and cold desktop, small rolling chair—none are ideal, but you’ve made all work before…when he didn’t offer another option, mind you. It was never momentous enough to have taken place outside of the cave. But the manor is…farther. There’s a buffer you don’t think will be beneficial.

Who fucking cares—

“Here seems to work just fine,” you quip nervously. You haven’t taken notice of how your legs have gotten…shaky.

There’s a burning heat between your thighs, an ache that blazes bright from anticipation and just him. Just knowing what’s to come. It feels like you’ve done everything imaginable at this point, but that doesn’t lessen your excitement.

He gives a small smirk that fades just as fast. “Figured you’d say that,” he finalizes.

Stepping back to you with graceful movements, you’re chest-to-chest again in an instant. He glides a delicate finger up your neck, hooking it under your chin and tilting your gaze to his intimidating one.

“Tell me what you want.”

You desperately want to say ‘anything’, but you know he won’t settle for that.

You get lost in your thoughts, thinking of the possibilities you can choose from, and he waits for your answer patiently.

“A week ago…when you came back with a torn rotator cuff in y-your shoulder—” you stumble through the sentence but never break from his studious eyes.

“You, uh, didn’t pay any mind to it even though you definitely should’ve, and you had me down against the desk,” your voice turns to a whisper as you recount the events—as vague as possible to save you the embarrassment of being too vulgar in, perhaps, an irreplaceable moment.

As soon as you finish, you swear you see a flame flicker in his eyes. The same one you feel grow stronger in your cunt at the same time. Your knees almost buckle from anticipation, and he can only make it worse from here.

“That’s…a good choice, even though it was kind of impersonal,” he ponders, clearly running through the events of that night.

He’s not wrong. He kept your chest pinned tightly to the surface of the frigid desk, taking you from behind. No hand-holding, no kissing, no eye-contact, no nothing.

You went on to figure that it was better—easier for him that way. You never seemed to mind anyway.

“That’s nothing I can’t fix,” he mutters, finishing the thought; already set on an alternative for both of you.

Your brows pinch together, curious of what he means exactly. But you don’t have much time to think about it.

His hands quickly curve around your jaw, keeping you still as he swiftly interlocks your deprived lips again. It’s zealous and luring, pulling you even further under the crashing wave of temptation and craving.

The soft joining of your mouths makes your stomach jump with exhilaration and eagerness, clawing your hands into his hair with a gasp of bliss as he grabs your waist just as hard in response. You let out a soft sigh of relief, feeling brave enough to gently bite at his bottom lip as his warm, encompassing hands slide under your shirt.

He barely lets you break for air, delving back into your mouth just as fast as he left it to reposition. The intensity of the heavenly moment builds its tempo, and you find yourself pushing against his chest. Not to pull away, but to try and push him towards the cold, awaiting desk behind his wide shoulders.

You manage to get a single word out in between the consuming and now sloppy kisses he offers. “Bruce—”

He hums contently as he swallows your thoughts, connecting your tingling lips forcibly. He’s too fixated on the passion. He wants it to last forever, but there are more demanding impulses that will be tended to first.

“Bruce,” you gasp when you break apart again reluctantly. He notices the calm assertion in your voice, and only slows the onslaught of kisses enough to reply.

“I know,” he soothes your neediness, now delicately pressing his greedy lips to yours repeatedly in understanding. The heartfelt action controlled by nothing but spirited lust.

His hands glide back up to your jaw, cradling your face in comfort as you twirl the long strands of hair at his neck between your fingers. Heavy breaths cloud your already tangled thoughts, leaving him to take the lead again.

He gives you one last intense taste of him, stroking his tongue teasingly over yours, firmly capturing your lips together in the process with a pleased moan. You’re almost chest-to-chest, a minute sliver of space keeping your bodies just distanced enough to not completely lose what little control both of you have left.

He’s taken note of how tight your thighs have been pressed together, and how your breaths are becoming shaky with each passing second he uses to dominate your mouth.

You’ve taken note of how his tactical pants, in fact, can’t hide his very prominent arousal for you, and how you can feel the warmth finally releasing from his exerted and thoroughly worked muscles. The heat seeps through his shirt and goes directly to your body, making you shudder when you feel the change in temperature.

You draw in a breath when he finally pulls away. His obsidian eyes wild with excitement and dominion. You’ve seen this look a lot, and you’re ready to hop on the desk without another word.

He floats his eyes down your body observationally, but you don’t notice. All of this is a lot slower than you’re used to. Well-paced. If it were any other night, you’d be on round two by now at least. You’d be whining with pleasure, shaking from release and overstimulation, dripping around his cock as he buries himself as deep as your cunt will allow, over and over until he simply feels better.

He was always generous with what he gave you.

You press a hand against his chest again, and he moves this time. Taking a long stride back, he tries to conceal an amused smile as you push him toward the desk. Your eyes light up when you see the knowing and teasing look on his face.

A quiet laugh rumbles against your hand. “This isn’t how it usually goes…” He smiles lightly.

You smile with him. “I never said it’s gonna stay this way,” you challenge, your eyes twinkling with mischief.

You never take charge. You never dominate. He’s more well-versed with it, and you won’t dare to try to match his competence.

The backs of his thighs bump the rounded edge of the desk, and your stomach jumps with elation when his index finger instantly hooks into the waistband of your pants, pulling you just a little closer.

But he leaves it there. He slides it side-to-side along the hem, gently caressing the sensitive skin of your lower stomach playfully. You look into his eyes as he casually continues the slow motions.

Your eyes flick down to his hand instinctually, out of pure reflex, and you watch his finger disappear further as he smoothly twists his wrist, palm resting against your lower stomach momentarily before his shoulder shifts too…angling his hand to travel down.

His fingers graze lower, creeping to a spot that so easily welcomes him.

One of your hands grabs onto his shoulder, simultaneously steadying yourself with a gasp as you bring your faces closer again. He gives a fleeting, comforting kiss, not leaving much behind.

His towering height makes it easier for his hand to reach its destination all too quickly. And when a careful and precise finger slips in-between your folds, your eyes close in anticipation and with the thought of relief.

Your minor reaction makes him smirk. Thankfully, for him, you don’t see it.

It’s sad just how wet you already are, but it spurs him on. He let’s his fingers explore, alternating between rubbing you and slipping a single digit inside, only doing so to gather your arousal to rub across your clit smoothly.

A quiet moan gets caught in your throat as he repeats that process a few times, building you up and teasing you onto the edge continuously.

“Mm— please, f-fuck—” you whimper, fisting the shirt in your grip on his shoulder.

You don’t need to finish that sentence for him to know exactly what you mean. He needs it, too. His tactical pants have become increasingly uncomfortable.

Your plea makes him apply more pressure to the slow strokes he gives your throbbing cunt. You all but drip onto the two fingers that glide over your aching clit and back to your slick entrance, occasionally giving you what you want.

He pulls them slowly in and out of you, making sure you feel them nice and deep before he drags them against something that makes you pant with desperation. Your eyes remain shut, brows pulled together tightly as you focus on the sensation of his intent touches, but he watches your face appreciatively, analyzing your pleasure with each movement he makes.

A particularly harder jolt of his fingers up into you makes you choke, caught between a gasp and a whiny moan. That makes his eyes drop to where his hand disappears.

He hums in satisfaction. “Is that the spot?” he questions with a mocking tone, knowing full well what the answer would be. “I think it is…”

You nod your head quickly, eyes reopening ever so slowly to meet his.

His eyes are full with devilish aspirations, and your knees almost give out when he roughly thrusts his fingers back in again for a final time. You let out a small cry of bliss and dissatisfaction when he slips them out of you, wiping them off on his pants carelessly.

You were decently wet before, and you are definitely abundantly wet now.

“I think you need to lie down.” He sounds concerned, but you know it’s just for show to make your heart pound harder.

He takes your hand from his shoulder, holding it securely as he shuffles your bodies around, putting you in his place and himself in yours. Now your thighs rest against the desk, and he crowds you against it.

“Lift your arms,” he says cooly, observing your dazed expression with care.

You raise them, and he pinches the hem of your shirt, delicately dragging it up your torso and over your head with caution. He tosses it on the chair off to the side.

Your eyes catch the mangled slash at the bottom of his shirt again, and you quickly reach for the thin material.

He doesn’t question your intentions, letting you maneuver the thin fabric over the bandage, his chest, and extend onto your toes to pull it over his shoulders. He peels it from his arms, and your hands can’t help but wander across the firm muscles that stretch around his entire body.

The power he holds within him—the Batman—is unparalleled to anything you’ve ever seen. It was terrifying. It was unbelievable, the things you’ve seen his body do. And he would continue to push his limits.

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sinnful-darling · 10 months

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how i think levi would handle someone raging and insulting him after he wins a match:

games included: cod + dbd + apex + siege

tws: toxic gamers are a tw of their own, slurs sent by said toxic gamers, levi is called a weaboo and otaku in a degrading way, kys is used (not by levi), rando wishes death on levi’s mom (he doesn’t have a mom), insults sent and received, at the end levi gets a lil toxic bc he’s fed up

COD WARZONE:

levi using proximity chat after having a godly KD ratio: gg guys!

some random person that was on the other team: kill yourself, i bet you hack and camped for that win. i hope your mom fucking dies, you piece of shit.

levi trying not to laugh as he cracks his knuckles: lolololol ur so mad bro. if u got better, maybe u wouldnt have lost. gg tho.

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DEAD BY DAYLIGHT

a survivor that levi hooked post-match: ur a hacker bro imagine not being able to hook survivors without hacking 😂

levi after hooking all of the survivors within five minutes in a dbd match: u mad? lol

the same survivor from before: lmao u fr think i’m mad u hooked me wen ik u hacked tht?

levi laughing his ass off: lolololol u just suck.

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APEX LEGENDS

some rando on the second to last team: worthless cocksucker. you are a waste of oxygen. enjoy your life never amounting to anything but a piece of shit no one likes. do your best to try and piss me off. i make 100k grim a year. work out everyday. and have a girlfriend. worthless fuck.

levi zeroing in on one comment in specific: u want me to degrade u ? lolololololol u a masochist or smth? lolololol

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TOM CLANCY’S RAINBOW SIX SIEGE

a player levi no-scoped: i bet u hack you piece of shit. u look like i suck dick all day long and never brush ur teeth. i bet u smell like onion and cup ramen u weaboo otaku fuck.

levi fed up with shitty players insulting him: listen here you toe-eyed cabbage, i wasn’t born into this world so your fat ass could choke out low level insults to me. i hope you stub your toe in the dark and have to crawl around your bedroom at 3:47am in horrific pain after going to the kitchen for a midnight snack of cheese and crackers you absolute gormless minger

the player levi no-scoped in siege: sorry

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some of these i had help with bc i have no idea what toxic gamers say. the last two are from screenshots my friend sent me when he looked it up for me.

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whoistartaglia · 1 year

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OMG!! HAPPY BLOGIVERSARY BAE!!

congrats on making it so long!!

but here's my ask :3

dottore,spring,3:47am

thank you so much for this ask ahhhh i loved writing it!!

dottore, spring, 3:47 am

you’ve been sneezing for half the night. you just let out another few and long sniffle when dottore turns on the light, and gives you an accusatory look.

“what?” you ask.

“have you tried blowing your nose?”

you cross your arms defensely; dottore takes that as a no. he sighs and grabs a tissue box from the nightstand.

“you might as well. nothing else you’re doing is helping.”

you grumble under your breath but accept the tissues. you blow your nose. once, twice, three times.

“you’re going to down the box, dear,” dottore comments.

“hey! you told me to.”

“not the entire box!”

“it wasn’t!” you say, shoving it back towards him. it’s your turn to give dottore an accusing look. “it’s not my fault i get allgeries.” you shake your head. “people like you don’t get it. spring is terrible.”

you’re referring to that dottore, amongst all his other amazing qualities (or so he boasts), doesn’t get seasonal allergies. while you fall into a fit of sniffles from just looking at a flower, dottore could frolick in an entire field of them and never need to blow his nose.

it’s unfair, really.

and as if the mere thought of flowers and springtime is enough, you sneeze. again. loudly.

dottore sighs, and stands.

“where are you going?”

“to the lab.”

“why?” you ask, tilting your head.

“to make you something to… get rid of that.”

“hey!” you call after him, insulted. “you could be—“

dottore sticks his head back in the bedroom. “do you want it or not?”

you sneeze, again. dottore takes that as a yes.

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lovekz · 1 year

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betrayal

syn -> your boyfriend gets an idea and decides he wants to take his family out for a day. of course, it backfires on him entirely.

modern!hakkai shiba x fem!reader

nothing to beware of.. just some playful making fun of hakkai

tales of hakkai’s fat foot

[10:31am] hakkai : guys omg [10:31am] hakkai : guess what

[10:33am] yuzuha : did you break something again?

[10:34am] taiju : hakkai i really cannot continue to cover for you

[10:36am] hakkai : omg i didn’t even break anything this time. [10:37am] hakkai : i just wanted to let you guys know [10:37am] hakkai : i got four tickets to the super mario bros movie

[10;37am] yuzuha : omg shut up

[10:38am] hakkai : i was just being nice?? [10:39am] hakkai : i’ll just take mitsuya’s sisters then.

[10:39am] taiju : no the fuck you’re not. [10:39am] taiju :what time is it?

[10:41am] hakkai : hooray! [10:41am] hakkai : it’s at 3:45 this afternoon

[10:42am] yuzuha : but don’t you have work taiju?

[10:44am] taiju : i also have a movie to watch with my younger siblings so [10:44am] taiju : i think work can wait

[10:45am] hakkai and yuzuha loved taiju’s message

[10:45am] yuzuha : okay, i’ll come meet you

[10:46am] taiju : who is the fourth for?

[10:47am] hakkai : you think i’m going anywhere w/o my gf?? [10:47am] hakkai : shes family too yk >:(

[10:49am] taiju : was just clarifying [10:49am] taiju : don’t break the doorknob over it again

[10:50am] hakkai : that [10:50am] hakkai : was an accident

[10:51am] yuzuha : like you?? [10:51am] yuzuha : can’t wait to see my sis in law though!

[10:53am] taiju : i’m so glad there’s someone to help his clumsy ass now [10:53am] taiju : another year of it, and i might’ve died [10:53am] taiju : again

[10:56am] hakkai : i’m literally sobbing can you guys stop

[10:57am] yuzuha : what is this? last child syndrome?

you had met your boyfriend and his older siblings at their house. they were all waiting outside dressed comfortably.

“i’m not late am i?” you asked, smiling at the siblings as you approached.

“not at all.” taiju reassured with a quick check of the gold watch on his wrist, sparring you a hug.

you hugged him back, before letting go and hugging yuzuha.

“yeah yeah. let’s go.” hakkai huffed, climbing into the driver’s seat of his car.

he was the one that had offered to drive, since he had offered to take them out to the movies.

the shibas were big fans of the super mario bros since they were younger, and you understood why they wanted to watch the movie.

taiju climbed into the front seat after arguing over you sitting in the front.

you insisted sitting in the back as taiju was much bigger than you, and you’d rather him be comfortable.

you also felt like he argued because he didn’t want to sit next to hakkai as, well..

the younger male gets pretty vocal and touchy when music is on in his car, especially his favorite songs.

no one wants to be a victim of that.

“did you get the snacks kai?” yuzuha asked, tilting up from behind his seat.

hakkai merely let out a ‘mhm’ as he continued driving, a smile present on his face.

the smile was on his face the entire time he had drove. the entire two hours.

“is it me? or have we been driving forever?” yuzuha questioned, looking up from her phone that was hooked up to the car.

you checked the time and seen that you had indeed been driving forever.

you had left around 12:27 in the afternoon, and it was now 2:49.

now that yuzuha got taiju’s attention, he took a look at their surroundings and squinted at the male next to him.

who was snickering.

“hakkai where are we going.” taiju demanded, rubbing at the middle of his furrowed brows.

“super mario bros.” hakkai replied, snickering even louder than before.

if hakkai was laughing, he probably wasn’t being serious about what he was saying at all.

which led you all to the point you were at now.

going through hakkai’s phone.

“strawberry shortcake near me. sibling activities. ingrown toenail. mitsuya takashi clothing line. are there really hot milfs near me.” taiju listed off, raising his eyebrow at each search.

you slapped hakkai’s shoulder hard at the last search mention.

“how to prove i am not a homosexual. hakkai shiba girlfriend. hakkai shiba beach-” “can we not?!” hakkai questioned loudly, cutting his brother off.

hakkai was a flush red, eyes frantic as he looked at the road and his brother.

taiju shot him a look, about to continuing listing off the most ridiculous things in his search history.

however, the car came to a stop and hakkai snatched his phone from taiju’s hand, stuffing it in his pocket.

“we have arrived at out destination.” hakkai mimicked the gps, gesturing to the mall that stood before you.

everyone, save for hakkai, looked out the window to their right and raised their eyebrow in confusion.

sure, everyone has been to this mall at least once or twice before, but everyone knows they don’t have a movie theater inside of it.

nonetheless, you piled out of hakkai’s vehicle and made your way inside.

hakkai led the way since he was the only person that had actually knew where he was going. for once in his life.

“we’re gonna miss the movie.” you stated, looking at the time on your phone.

it was 3:47, and if you don’t find the movie theater and get your slushie in time, you might actually miss the first part.

and probably lose your good seats, if hakkai even bothered to book good seats.

after a bit of silence and a lot of twist and turns, hakkai stopped in his tracks with a huge, mischievous grin on his face.

“we’re here.” he cooed quietly, gesturing to the place he was standing in front of.

the three of you looked at the sign and squinted in confusion. the sign had read ‘all out warzone’ with a picture of a little grenade.

“uhm. where’s the movie theater.” yuzuha questioned, holding back the sigh that was deep in her throat.

she already knew the answer.

there was no movie theater in the first place. it was a trap.

to probably get taiju outside.

when the four of you got in, it was revealed that the place hakkai had taken you to was a glow in the dark nerf gun place.

he forced you guys to split into two teams, girls vs boys.

taiju protested, not wanting to be on hakkai’s team because apparently, hakkai sucks in everything he does.

which is true, if you remove the fact that he could successfully come up with a good plan.

could he execute it properly though? hell no.

but that didn’t matter.

you and yuzuha took your shoes off and switched into the places socks that they provided.

“if we’re gonna win, we have to take taiju out first.” yuzuha stated, strapping the bag of nerf bullets on her.

she had tied her hair up into a high ponytail and took off her hoodie, really getting into this.

you nodded, doing the same and beginning to load up the black and gold gun yuzuha had advised you to pick up.

“problem is, he’s used to getting hit everywhere.” you groaned, looking at yuzuha for just a bit.

yuzuha nodded, remembering her brothers’ days of being delinquents and constantly getting injured.

“which is why we have to get him in his ear. or his lower back, a bit above his butt.” yuzuha chuckled, pushing the jammed bullet out of the gun.

you giggled quietly at yuzuha’s odd statement. but you could only assume it was because she knew her older brother.

after they’d fixed their bond, they always playfully wrestled with each other.

easiest way to find each other’s weak points, and the most effective way to make them more stronger.

your phone buzzed, making you look down at it.

[4:03pm] kai kai <3 : hey are you guys ready yet? [4:03pm] kai kai <3 : me n taiju are getting bored.

“we ready?” you asked yuzuha with a grin, cocking your nerf gun to get it ready to start firing.

“oh you know i am.” yuzuha chuckled, stretching and cracking her knuckles.

you just know the parents and their kids were walking past with worried looks.

some were already rushing their children out of the arena.

“that’s cheating.” yuzuha yelled out, attempting to wrestle her gun out of taiju’s hands with a loud laugh.

in the start of their war, yuzuha began to spray nerf bullets at her older brother without giving him time to think.

so naturally, he shoved her gun downwards and began to shoot her ruthlessly.

“it’s not cheating if there’s no rules!” taiju taunted, shooting the smaller girl in her thigh repeatedly.

you stood on top one of the towers that were build for scoping and ducking, aiming your gun at taiju.

while he was busy with yuzuha and wrestling her for her gun, it gave you the right opportunity.

you began to spray your gun, letting three bullets get him on the shell of his ear and another six to his back.

almost immediately after, you felt two bullets hit you in the side of your face, pulling your attention away from the elder shibas.

you turned to your left and looked into the other building.

hakkai was squatting inside, winking at you with a little cheeky grin.

the grin didn’t last long, however, as yuzuha began to ruthlessly shoot hakkai wherever she could see.

which just so happened to be in his face.

hakkai (dramatically) rolled down the hill with a loud groan, holding his face in false pain.

“you okay teammate?!” yuzuha yelled out over the music, looking up at you from the floor.

“i’m okay! is taiju okay?!” you yelled back, still seeing the male doubled over near one of the ledges.

taiju waved his hand a bit, gesturing that he was just fine and if not, he will be fine in a few seconds or so.

for another hour or two, you guys ran around shooting each other and doing the nerf activities laid out for you.

when it was revealed that you only had 5 more minutes left, taiju pulled you and yuzuha to the side.

“you know, hakkai really fucked us over earlier when he tricked us.” taiju mentioned, leaning against the wall.

you and yuzuha both nodded in agreement.

as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were really looking forward to watching the movie with your in-laws.

“so how about we get him back for it.” taiju suggested with a smug look, looking at the nerf gun in his hands.

you knew what he was getting at.

hakkai was in hiding, waiting for the right moment to strike at you or yuzuha.

he had no idea what was going on, and was waiting for someone to come into view so he can shoot.

“hakkai!” yuzuha called out loud enough for them to hear, finally finding the youngest shiba in his hiding spot.

she had to admit, it was pretty fucking good for how tall and skinny he was.

hakkai turned and got ready to shoot at yuzuha.

however, he never got to as taiju snatched the gun away from him and tossed it a few feet away.

“bro we’re on the same team.” hakkai complained loudly, rubbing his forehead in fake annoyance.

“and you promised the new super smash bro’s movie today.” taiju snapped back, crossing his arms.

hakkai rolled his eyes and went to grab his gun, ignoring taiju’s nth comment about not watching the movie.

you kicked it away even further, sighing and shaking your head in disappointment at your boyfriend.

“any last words?” you asked, tilting your head as the three of you cocked your guns at the same time.

“how dare you betray me?!” hakkai yelled out, backing into the wall.

safe to say, after the three of you ‘jumped’ hakkai with nerf bullets and soft fists, you were banned from all out warzone.

and hakkai had to take the three of you to see the super smash bro’s movie.

you never heard the end of your ‘betrayal towards your amazing, loving, and caring boyfriend’ for months.

#hakkai shiba #shiba hakkai #tokyo revengers hakkai #yuzuha shiba #shiba yuzuha #tokyo revengers yuzuha #taiju shiba #shiba taiju #tokyo revengers taiju #hakkai x reader #hakkai shiba x reader #shiba #shiba siblings #crack #fluff #Tokyo Revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #tr fluff

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honeyy-star · 5 months

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Hiiii so like the other night like at 3am I got bored and wrote my idea for jd25 lore and like I wanted to share it cus idk

THIS WAS JUST FOR FUN BTW also I wrote it literally at 3:47am so Ik got some stuff wrong and it’s goofy 🥲

So like how I would put this

PREQUEL SONG FOR TRAVELER AND SIHA THAT IS NOT APART OF THE LORE PLAYLIST it’s introduced in one of the seasons as a surprise song(the song being wanderlust by The Weeknd) it has them going throughout the danceverses looking for their son, calling out to him and trying to find him, whilst they are portaling through each danceverse, there are memories of them with wanderlust flashing throughout the background(specifically during the “precious little diamond” parts) at the end they then portal to Eternyx where they find Jack. The song ends here.

Solo Song(grenade) for Jack as the start off to the lore that talks about him wanting to find his friends and to help them but he knows they wouldn’t like this due to them being corrupted and would very likely attack him so he’s stuck because he doesn’t know how to save them TILL traveler and siha show up via portal and offer to help him

Solo for Sara that shows the just dancers immediately after the events of tainted love being commanded by her & night swan to go and turn the citizens of the danceverses evil at the end they all portal out to do so

Solo song for brezziana that shows her being mean to the people and forcibly turning them to swan servants, jack, now accompanied by siha and traveler find her in sun horizon and try to fight her but she escapes with the people that she’s turned into servants. Afterwards a random coach decided to join traveler, siha and Jack in order to help their friends who were turned.

Next song will be with mihaly causing a huge panic in dancity which causes people to turn into swan servants. Jack & co find them again but they just miss them so they focus on calming everyone and then afterwards another random coach joins them

NEXT SONG is purely just wanderlust. This song would have him not actually turning anyone. He’s inside his discoball realm which now has a throne and kinda looks like a small castle. In this song he sings about how he has plans to completely ditch night swan and take over the danceverses for himself. At the end he opens a portal to see his mother, father, Jack and other coaches leaving dancity, knowing that they are looking for him + the other dancers he then leaves to tell nightswan (but also because he wants to challenge his parents for the throne)

Song with nightswan where Sara is beside her, wanderlust is in it for a bit and it’s him warning them and he kinda just goes off camera while Nightswan and Sara plan a way to fight against traveler, siha + the coaches and to get Jack to join their side but are cut short as Jack & co found the boat so the nightswan immediately calls back the just dancers and the song ends

Second to last song aka battle song (emperors new clothes by jann) the just dancers are commanded by night swan to go and attack them and they go do that BUT they do it 1 by 1 and they all get turned back to the good side by Jack & team TILL they get to wanderlust. Wanderlust specifically tries to go after traveler and siha but Jack blocks him and starts a fight/dance with him(kinda mirrors the beginning of majesty) to try and distract him so that siha and traveler can turn him good again, eventually they manage to do that but because of how much magic they used wanderlust doesn’t really wake up like mihaly, brezz, and the other swan servants the accompanied him did and he kinda just knocks out, traveler and nova stay behind to look after him but lend Jack a helping hand with their magic . Then after that sara now appears last to challenge Jack and his team but she loses and turns good again lmfao, THEN Nightswan appears and she is pissed and starts to fight them herself, another huge fight ensues and eventually now that the dancers are (sorta) together, they all team up against nightswan, before nightswan is defeated however, she sends out a bout of her magic to infect one last person, that person being wanderlust who at this point is barely waking up, the magic that infects him is still too weak to fully take over his mind though. It cuts back to nightswan literally just proofing into black feathers or something.

After this, they all reunite with eachother and celebrate the defeat of nightswan, the song ends.

The final song is a victory part song with the just dancers + the people of the danceverses now celebrating the defeat of night swan. Everything is happy till at the very end when they all go their separate ways, wanderlust, traveler, and siha return to the hotel, they give him a hug and then leave the room. Wanderlust immediately after goes into his discoball realm that is still adorned with the dark royalty stuff + the throne, he walks up to the throne and sits on it and the magic that infected him at the end of the battle song fully takes him over and it now has wanderlust as the new evil threat basically and that him being “chosen to rule the danceverses” wasn’t really a good thing. And the prophecy about him saving the danceverses was like, super duper wrong. The lore ends here.

#just dance 2024 #just dance #just dance 2023 #idk man #I made this soley cus like idk I want wanderlust to stay evil or somethin #he got hella villain potential I can’t lie #they goin thru it Fr

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 1 year

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Who Let Us Have A Group Chat?

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,349

Summary: Abandonments and breakfasts.

Warnings: Caps, Abandonment, Cursing, Age Regression, Angst (& Fluff), Trauma (mentioned only), let me know if I should add anything else.

Chapter 5: We Traumatized Moon

8:14am Who Took My Hat?

Moon: I EXIST TO MENACE ONCE AGAIN

Moon: NOT EVEN GOD CAN KEEP ME DOWN

Moon: CHERRIES NEVER STOOD A CHANCE AT KILLING ME

8:29am Who Took My Hat?

Moon: Where is everyone?

8:47am Who Took My Hat?

Moon: Real funny guys. Where are you?

9:45am Who Took My Hat?

Moon: not even KC?

10:57am Who Took My Hat?

Moon: Where did you all even go? There’s seven of you.

12:50pm Who Took My Hat?

Moon: Did you all just up and leave the chat or something?

3:35pm Who Took My Hat?

Moon: …

10:30pm Who Took My Hat?

Sun: Moon?

Sun: I can’t find you, where did you go?

Sun: Moony?

Eclipse: Oh I think we screwed up.

Sun: How did we fuck up? All we did was set something up for him and wait.

Kill Code: Did any of us remember to tell him what we were doing today? Because I’m blocked out completely, I don’t even think he can hear me.

Lunar: …

Sun: …

Bolide: …

Eclipse: …

Blood Moon: …

Heliosphere: …

Harvest Moon: …

Kill Code: Consensus is no. And I wasn’t allowed to tell him anything, great job, everyone.

Kill Code has sent their location

Kill Code: We’re in a bunker? Why are we in a bunker?

Eclipse: That’s Echo-23. That one is empty, I checked last month.

Kill Code: What is he doing?

Eclipse: I don’t know but I’m coming. Sun called me, he’s coming back to your bunker. Hold on, let me teleport.

Kill Code: What’s happening?

Eclipse: I’ve got visual, he’s in the far corner alone.

Kill Code: Yeah, expected when your family abandons you for no reason when you have abandonment issues, Eclipse. You’ve been the same way.

Eclipse: He has a sun plushie? And a

Eclipse: Oh.

Kill Code: What?

Eclipse: He has a pacifier. He’s little, that’s why you’re blocked out.

Kill Code: You IDIOTS made him drop!?

Eclipse: I thought Sun told him! I have notifications off for this chat!

Sun: I thought I told him.

Lunar: I’m a horrible brother. How could I not tell him?

Sun: Lunar, he’s safe. We can apologize, it’s okay.

Eclipse: moonrighttnow.vid

[Video Transcription] Eclipse: Moon, hey. Hey there, little one. [Moon looks up at Eclipse but hides further in the corner] Eclipse: Hey, it’s just me. Everyone was looking for you. Moon: No they don’t. Eclipse: What? Moon: Everyone left! Eclipse: I know and we’re all very sorry we didn’t tell you we were doing something today. We didn’t mean to leave you. Didn’t DJ and Bonnie ever show up? Moon: Nu-uh. Eclipse: They never showed up? We asked them to so you wouldn’t be so lonely. Moon: But everyone left me! Eclipse: We didn’t mean to. We were all working hard on a surprise for you. We didn’t mean to leave you alone. DJ was supposed to spend the morning with you and Bonnie the afternoon and evening. Moon: Surprise? Like gift? Eclipse: Yeah, a big gift. We all had to work on it together. Even Monty and Golden Freddy were helping. That’s why we didn’t send them to stay with you. Moon: Gotta be big for gift? Eclipse: To get your gift, yes. But you don’t have to get big now. It’s okay, just relax. I’ll take you home so we can make sure you’re okay. Moon: Take Sunlight? Eclipse: We can take Sunlight with us, we wouldn’t leave him behind, right? Moon: No leave behind. He be lonely. Eclipse: He would, we don’t ever want to leave someone behind ever again. Moon: Can I gets milk when we got home? Eclipse: Yes you can, we have nondairy milk, Moonlight. [Transcription End]

Eclipse: Heading back with him. Guess we’re all staying at dad’s bunker for now.

Sun: Please tell him I love him, I’m five minutes away.

Lunar: I can’t apologize like this! He’s a baby! He’s so small! How do I even apologize to a baby!?

Eclipse: Just like I did. Coo at him. Direct his attention to something else after. He’s too small to really understand the apology but it’ll make sure he feels safe and like he wasn’t overreacting to feel hurt.

Lunar: Do I just treat him like another daycare baby?

Eclipse: Yes.

12:45am Who Took My Hat?

Kill Code: Moon, I'm right here. You're okay.

Moon: Papa scared

Kill Code: I know, it's dark. Just shake Blood Moon, it's okay.

Moon: I shake, no wake up.

Kill Code: You're okay, I'm keeping the monsters away. Shake Harvest.

Moon: Vessie up now.

Kill Code: Tell him the light, little one.

Harvest Moon: On it.

Blood Moon: Why am I awoken so violently, twin? Do you hate me so?

Harvest Moon: Cuddle Moon

Blood Moon: Mmmmmmjnriyg3pu4809ed'l7582897%^&*()(#BK

Harvest Moon: Wake the hell up and cuddle the baby!

Blood Moon: I'm up, I'm up.

Moon: sowwy

Blood Moon: Not an issue, little one. Ves just could've been nicer waking me up.

Harvest Moon: Why us, Dad?

Kill Code: Sun sleeps like the dead, Lunar is passed out in the other room, Eclipse can sleep through a war once he's asleep, Heliosphere is probably dead to the world by now, Bolide is literally hanging off the bed, and I can't take control and scare the baby.

Harvest Moon: Makes sense.

Blood Moon: We sleep lightly due to trauma.

Harvest Moon: Don't you bring my anxiety into this.

Blood Moon: Who even turned the light off?

Kill Code: Probably Sun out of habit. He sleeps with the lights off.

Blood Moon: He's getting a blanket on his face for that.

Kill Code: If anything, that would just keep him asleep, so go ahead.

Blood Moon: You take all the fun out of tormenting him, Father.

Kill Code: I know, I enjoy it.

Blood Moon: Meanie.

8:14am Who Took My Hat?

Sun: BLANKET CHOKE MASEESFDUNSOSODB38!!(9:,&!'4810@$;?>*=]-!~!t!

Blood Moon: Repentance for scaring the baby with the light.

Eclipse: its too fuckin early for this shit wheres my coffee pot?

Kill Code: Probably where it usually is in the kitchen?

Eclipse: i love my auto-brewer

Lunar: eclipsedrinkinganentirepotofcoffee.jpg

Sun: That seems unhealthy.

Eclipse: look me in the eyes and die as you tell me that again

Sun: That 👀 Seems 👀 Unhealthy 👀

Eclipse: perish

Harvest Moon: Who's turn was it today to 'make breakfast before Father comes home'?

Blood Moon: you

Harvest Moon: curses, I hate cooking

Eclipse: youve been beat

Eclipse: lunarcookingbreakfast.jpg

Lunar: I wake up early when I go to sleep at eleven. I figured everyone could use a nice big breakfast together as a family.

Sun" What odd new recipe did you make this time?

Lunar: The new recipe is blood danishes but I made regular danishes as well. Breakfast is bagel sandwiches. Everyone has their own plates completely free of their allergens, please. do not. eat from. each other's. plates.

Lunar: Moon and KC, egg and bacon bagel. Sun, honey and peanut butter bagel with bananas because eating meat upsets you. Bolide, nutella and apple bagel for you because of you nutella and apple addiction. Helios, fried tofu and veggie bacon bagel for your samefood. Eclipse, hummus and fried tofu for your fragile little vegan stomach. Mine is egg and a veggie sausage patty. Blood Moon gets blood jelly and peanut butter and bacon on his bagel. And Harvest, your bagel has bacon and sausage and egg.

Lunar: There's leftover bagels and there's cream cheese and fruit danishes. Don't fucking kill yourselves with them.

Lunar: And don't any of you bastard siblings touch the two wrapped ones, they're for Monty and Golden for helping us yesterday.

Kill Code: Someone went all out.

Lunar: What other way is there when everyone has conflicting allergies and food preferences?

Kill Code: True.

Kill Code: Don't recall if I told you I'm allergic to grapes but Moon isn't.

Lunar: You're a dog, I know. No grapes in breakfast anyways because we all hate grapes. Except Sun, Sun likes to eat the eyeballs.

Sun: They aren't eyeballs, okay? They're good!

Lunar: Yeah, keep lying to yourself, Sunny.

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dutchforstrangers · 6 months

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Suit and tieTai - Taiora one-shot

For @taioraweek 2023 Day 4

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A/N: Another WIP that finally sees the light of day. Because I will never get tired of making these two oblivious dorks kiss for the first time in every universe possible.

Summary: It was one simple kiss that turned their ignorance into awareness of what had already been there the entire time...

Day 4: First kiss | Characters: Taichi Yagami (POV) x Sora Takenouchi | Genre: Subconscious blooming romance | Rating: K+ | Wordcount: 1.344

7:47am. When he woke up this morning, he had told himself he would start early, so he was sure to leave Hikari and Sora’s apartment on time for a change. But it had already been eight whole minutes since he had started fighting the tie around his neck in front of the mirror.

Frustrated with himself and that stupid string of fabric around his neck, Taichi growled. “I have this very important meeting at work I cannot mess up,” he said to no one in particular.

“You good?”

The female voice came from the kitchen and belonged to Sora, since Hikari had already left the house for her internship at the kindergarten. From the corner of his eyes, Taichi could see her peeking.

“Yes.” Taichi said, but didn’t sound to convincing. He decided to switch his answer. “No. This tie, I swear, these should be forbidden!”

Sora grinned, with her elbows she nonchalantly leant on the kitchen counter. “You’d think as someone working in suit and tie every day, you’re good at tying it by now.” She teased him.

“Except I’m not.” He was fully aware of his tone sounding annoyed. And he was, because somewhere deep down in him, he knew he would always struggle with it. “And never will be. Sor, can you help me one more time, please?”

He definitely needed her help. Like he had needed it all the other times he had stayed over these past couple of weeks.

Sora chuckled as she made her way over to him. “Come here.”

“Good thing I’m staying over.”

“You’re practically living here by now,” Sora joked while her hands prepared the two sides of the tie around his neck for the actual tying. Her eyes fixated on the accessory.

Sora’s joke was one with truth though. The girls’ apartment was closer to Taichi’s work than the loft where he lived with the three boys, plus, it had a more cozy atmosphere compared to the messy boys’ energy. He had lived with Yamato, Koushiro and Jyou during his entire time at university, but now that Taichi had started working, he was ready to go a different direction regarding his living space.

“I don’t want to be near Yamato and my cousin getting it on constantly.” Which was another big reason why he wasn’t at home right. He watched a blush forming on Sora’s cheeks, her hands still working on his tie, softly and with care.

“Too much information,” she said. “How about Koushiro-kun and Jyou-senpai?”

“Ugh, Jyou’s never at home, either in the hospital or with his girlfriend, and Koushiro is busy most of the time, hidden behind his desk and wall of computers. Different from me, the boy is resistant to Yamato and all of his bedroom shenanigans.”

Sora laughed. She spent a lot of time with Koushiro, her being one of those rare friends who could talk to him without any form of technology between them, and she was very much aware of Koushiro’s ability of radiating the ‘I’m not giving a shit’ energy.

“Jealous?”

“Please,” was Taichi’s answer.

He wasn’t jealous, it was just him being ready for a change of pace. And so he found himself crashing on the girls’ couch quite a few days per week. He had to admit though, it also came in very handy that Hikari or Sora –but mostly Sora—were always available to help him out with his daily outfit struggles.

Maybe he was in need of a life partner to settle down with, who could match his changed needs and wants, Taichi thought to himself, knowing he couldn’t keep crashing the girls’ couch forever.

“I much rather stay here with my lovely little sister and incredible friend who is—”

Sora patted his chest lightly and Taichi shifted his attention towards her hands after returning from his thoughts.

“… great at tying your ties.” Sora finished for him. Her feminine fingers worked their magic once more and a perfectly knotted tie hung loosely around his neck. She carefully adjusted his collar and the tie itself, making it look sharp. “There, you’re all set.”

The softness and collected happiness in her voice made Taichi smile. He showed her his signature grin before turning himself to the mirror to look at himself. Behind him he saw Sora look at him too and his own heart weirdly skipped a beat.

“Thanks,” he quickly said to cover himself, still genuinely happy with Sora’s fashion knowledge and friendly help. He walked past her to get to his jacket and coat.

“Oh! There’s this dinner thing at my place tonight, will you be there too?” Taichi remembered as he put the jacket and coat on.

“Sure will be,” Sora answered while on her way back to the kitchen. Again, he felt a bolt of luck going through his body and warming his chest.

“Great! Looking forward to it.” He hastily slid into his shoes, his eyes checking out the time on the watch around his wrist. “Shit! Okay, gotta rush, see you toni—”

“Wait! Not yet.” Sora shouted from the kitchen. Taichi already had the door opened, doorknob in his hand, as he turned his head around to see Sora crossing the small living room towards in a rushed pace. In her hand she held his lunchbox and he instantly remembered it was what he not only forgot to grab, but forgot to prep and pack as well…

“You left this,” she said it as if he hadn’t seen what she was bringing him. He took the box from her, immediately feeling it wasn’t empty, meaning she had not only noticed he forgot, but had actually prepped and packed it for him. The heat from his chest slowly rose to his cheeks. “Have a good day at work.”

She smiled at him with her kindest and most genuine smile. It made him smile in return and for just the briefest of moments, time stood still.

“Thank you, you too,” he said, suddenly realizing he was in a hurry. With the lack of air between the two of them, he swiftly close the gap and planted a quick kiss on her lip—

Wait.

He did what? When— how?

Time seemed to stand still once more.

“Erm… sorry,” Sora spoke first, face completely red, chest high from all the gathered air inside of it. “That wasn’t supposed to happen…”

Taichi shook his head, with that trying to get him out of his daze. “Right… So much for all the accusations of us looking like a married couple huh?” He joked, automatically resolving to comedy to cover up his own redness.

“Y-yeah, hehe…” Sora nodded as one hand moved itself nervously to her lips, her fingers touching the spot where he had pecked her like a husband kissing his spouse goodbye for the day.

Even though he had been unaware of his own feelings at first, apparently, his body had known what to do. The kiss blissfully happened by itself, showcasing both him and her what sparks had been exchanged. Not only during the time spent in this apartment together, but during their entire life by now.

It occurred to him that, rather than searching for someone to settle down with, perhaps he had already found that someone. Sleeping underneath the same roof, she tying his ties, bickering like only lovers could.

That it was just one simple kiss turning the ignorance into awareness.

The smile on his face grew bigger. As much as Taichi wanted to stay, especially now –to reflect a bit longer, to talk about his newfound excitement— he had to run.

“See you tonight, Sora.” Taichi said emphasizing her name as he took off.

He looked over his shoulder one more time, just to be met with the view of Sora waving him goodbye like they had indeed been married forever. To that, Taichi snickered to himself, in his securing Sora would be the one to untie his tie at the end of at least today.

Perhaps he could even steal another kiss from her…

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