#I just wanna hold him in my little hands and protect him from evil

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

I need an au where joker torture reader (his daughter) without him remembering shit but reader know it's him so she tries to reasons with him, begged for him to snap out of it but nothing happens. Batman tries to save the reader but it was already too late, she was already dead.. Body torn, dismembered, skin peeled, bones broken, blood everywhere, eyes gauge out, teeth pulled out like her finger nails.. She was beyond recognition. In a fit of anger, Batman beat up joker and somehow made him(joker) snap back and memories of the reader as a kid flashing through his mind. Joker remembers why he was joker in the first place.. Remember why he sent her away and left her as a child(to protect her from himself because he knew that he'd lose himself one day). He starts blaming Batman for making her a Robin, for bringing her to the life of vigilantes when all he (joker) wanted was for his little treasure to live a normal and peaceful life. (Do your magic, I suck at writing)

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waited for life to hit me hard so I can make this angsty

OH FATHER DAREST PLEASE SAVE ME

What defines evil? What defines the line between betrayal and trust ? What defines the line between justice and superiority ? TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME PLEASE !!

Name grew up to be a good child - a child that Jack Naiper and Harleen Quinzel felt pride in . Name was their saving grace , their redemption from the filthy fangs of Gotham's slum and criminal underground. Name was their heaven in a place of hell.

They were never Joker or Harley Quin for her - no they'd never dawn such a monstrous mask for their sweet child no - for her they'd be normal - for her they'd love her .

Joker always smiled around her - not the smile he dawns at night no - it was a soft fatherly smile when he watched you color away in your book . He always took pride that he was your safe place that you would always come running to him when you injured yourself or wanted to excitedly show off your drawings.

Harley loves her child - her precious daughter always takes pride in dressing her and making her lunch before the school bus picks her up . She revels in the sweet way her daughter calls her " mommy " and makes her feel so proud and happy.

You may not be biologically Joker or her child but God did you feel like you were made for them - this small little angel that just likes holding her mommy's hand and coloring in her daddy's tattoos while babbling on about her day.

It feels surreal for them both every day when they wake up to your happy giggles every morning . It's a routine so soft- Harley makes herself and Joker coffee while you get a glass of apple juice . Joker always finds himself getting your book bag and lunch bag ready before helping Harley with breakfast.

You're in the living room watching Dora, the explorer on the t.v, your little legs rocking back and forth . Joker sits you on his lap and feeds you while Harley gets your bath and uniform ready. " Daddy, can I be like you and have green hair ?" You asked him once oh so innocent .

Joker giggles at your antics , " Now why would my princess want green hair ?" . " I wanna look like you !" You exclaimed as you snuggled into him. Joker laughs and kisses you on the forehead . " My princess is too pretty to look like me."

Before they know it, they're standing at the front door waving you off as you enter the school bus. They both sigh, but their face melts as they peak ,Balck Mask lackies further down the road.

" I thought we agreed not to bring home work," Harley asks , practically boring a hole into one of them. " I thought so too," Joker mumbles as he clenches his fists. There was an agreement - an agreement generally acknowledged by all criminals of gotham's slums and underground world that under no circumstances that you were to interfere with one another as civilians.

Guess black mask wants to play a dangerous game. Harley watches in silence as she watches them offload boxes from an unmarked truck into a house.

Joker pursues his lips - he knew he was no one to talk since he does his own dirty business, but he hates it that Black Mask chose to do his near his home - your home. " I swear if name gets hurt because if this I am going to kill everyone," he swears . Harley nods in agreement.

The evening dawns upon the Gotham , the sun sets under the tall distant sky rise like a collapsing star - its beams of light breaking apart upon the floor as a last abode. Name happily skips to the Wayne Manor , her barbie back pack in tow.

The manor so dark - so looming in the distant had once scared her so much, but now she's grown so accustomed to it. Name carefully yanks the door black , iron gate open , her small feet push her towards the big mahogany halls of the manor.

Name gets on her tip toes and carefully presses her small finger on the doorbell. Moments pass, and Alfred opens the door , " Miss name, you know you don't have to ring to the doorbell every time you visit " Alfred greets her. Name smiles , " papa told me it's rude to enter someone's home without asking for permission first" .

Alfred shakes his head but still motions her to come inside - Name was a newly addition to the Wayne Manor- a good one at that. Name giggles as she bumbles in , running inside , " Jasonnnnnnn~" Name calls out in a sing song tone.

Said boy was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons when his head perks up at the mention of name's voice , "Name !! You're actually here !" , he exclaims as he runs over to embrace her . Jason has always wanted a little sister - selfishly he know this dream of his would never had happen with the type of parents he had - a drug addicted mother and a father who worked as Black Mask's lackey wasn't they environment for a child like name so safe to say when he met her at school - his blood just took to her.

Jason was simply walking home from school - his mood sour since Bruce had insisted he attend a gala tonight . God knows Jason Todd hates galas with everything in him - it's just a bunch of preppy rich fucks that gather around to brag to one another about how rich they were.

Jason feels his jaw clench at he damned thought - he would gladly sell off his soul if it meant that he didn't have to stand hours on end in some scratchy suit and plaster on some stupid smile. Another sigh leaves his lips as he stops at a cross road.

a " Excuse me mister can you please cross me across the road ? My papa can't do it because he has to work late and mama has to run the salon" a little voice calls out to him followed by a soft tug on his uniform's shirt. Jason looks down to see this small little girl looking right at him with big old eyes.

'Sure kid why not", he answers . The kid smiles at him all wide and Jason swears it took everything within him not to squish the kid's cheeks together. Jason holds her hand and walks her across , ' Thank you Mister !" Name thanks him as she hugs him. Jason pats her head , " Anytime kid also just call me Jason" . Name smiles up at him , " My name is name !!" she exclaims as if it's the best thing in the world - probably is.

Jason's afternoon evening continued like this - he'd always wait at that cross road and cross name right over until one day rain began pouring . Jason sat in the limbo , Alfred seated at front , idly tapping away at the steering wheel , " Master Jason are you sure the young miss would arrive ?" Alfred questions Jason . Jason anxiously picks at his fingernails , " I'm not sure Alfie.." .

A long moment passes before name's small figure emerges through the heavy down pour of the rain and Jason immediately shove's the limbo's door open, " Name ! Get in !" . Name looks confused for a moment but when she realizes it's Jason she immediately crawls in the car , soaking wet. " Uhh sorry for the mess ..." she trails off nervous and embarrassed . " Not a thing to worry about dear - here would you like the heater to be turned on ?" , Alfred reassures her .

Name hesitantly nods before seating herself next to Jason. " Alright , we are going to Wayne mansion okay ? Once the rain calms down I'm sure to drop you off home alright ?"Alfred offers her with a gentle smile . Name meekly nods but snuggles into Jason and he allows her to steal his warmth.

Ever since then - Wayne Manor's residence treats name like their family - it's own blood - only difference is that the little thing does not live with them . Jason let's out a cough as Name sits across from him , Alfred enters the living space , snacks in hand and warm tea for Jason.

" I big brother okay ?" Name asks as she nimble away at a Oreo cookie. Jason let's out another cough before Alfred answers her , " I'm afraid Master Jason's flu keeps on getting worse as each day progresses - maybe if he actually rested and took his medicine he'd feel better " Alfred complains as he side eyes Jason. Jason weakly coughs, " Name don't worry about Alfred , I'm fine -" he counters but is interrupted by another cough.

Name giggles at his antics, " You need to take your medicine - my mama would take away my Ipad if I don't " she giggles away. Alfred laughs , " Maybe I should do that to Master Jason - maybe he'd actually learn to take care of himself for once " . Jason side eyes Jason before coughing out his lungs.

" Ya'll just overreacting" he murmurs weakly. The evening is spent with Jason coughing his life out while Name watches henry danger on the big television. The door of the foyer opens and there emerges Bruce Wayne in all his glory . Name perks up at him and gives him a wave , " Good Evening Uncle !!" she greets him. Bruce smiles and waves back at her , " Evening Name I see you came to visit your big brother ?" he questions with a knowing stare at Jason. Jason rolls his eyes,

"I'm not sick" he defended while another cough exits his mouth. Everyone immediately erupts in laughter at his pathetic lie. " Sureeee" Bruce teases as he puts away his briefcase before excepting a glass of water from Alfred. Just as everyone was starting to unwind - an alarm sounds off - the television immediately switches to a live feed of Joker and Harley Quin in jester masks smuggling cargo.

Bruce feels his jaw clench at the sight and immediately begins gearing himself. Jason begins to weakly stand up only to fall flat on his face , "Owww" he groans , name immediately rushes up to him , helping back onto the sofa , " Uncle I don't think Jay can join you" you murmur helpless. Bruce eyes you and Jason's growing red face . "It's alright I will handle them myself" he declares before he walks off. Jason's eyes widen , " You can't go by yourself -" he calls out stubbornly .

"You aren't going and that's final" Bruce says with finality as he slips on his batman mask. Jason stares at him defiantly while Alfred quietly presses a damp rag to his forehead. Name hesitantly raises her hand , " what if I go in his place uncle ?" she asks a bit shaken. Bruce opens his mouth - ready to deny her suggestion when Jason looks back at him defiantly , " If you can so call handle it yourself - I'm sure Name being there won't make a difference" he says defiantly.

Bruce pursues his lips , " Fine but Name you stand behind me " he says before walking off. Name eagerly runs behind him as she quietly slips on the robin suit, " I promise to do you good jay !" she calls off before disappearing down the hall.

Jason smiles before he coughs , " Sure kid !" he calls back.

Harley and Joker , in the dead of the sinking sun , hurriedly offload Black Masks' cargo into one of their own trucks , " I am gonna resell this shit back to him for this shit" Joker curses as he puts the last of the load in the back , Harley shutting the door with a loud 'tud'. " I feel like thats too vanilla honey we should straight up maim him for breaking code' she says with a grit in her tone.

Both were about to enter the vehicle when Batman and Robin landed on top the vehicle. " Stop right there Joker" Batman declares , already glaring down at them. " Go fuck off Bats this has nothing to do with you" Harley shouts at him. " Ma'am cursing is bad !" robin calls out behind batman , her small figure practically hidden by his massive cape.

Joker lets off a mask , " Aww Bats I didn't know you parent stray kids now " he laughs manically . Batman grimaces , ' What do you think you two are doing smuggling drugs " he accuses . Joker laughs again before reaching into his purple coat and began shooting towards them , " Come find out for yourself batsy ~" he teases.

Batman picks up Robin and jumps into the air , dodging the stray bullets when Harley took the opportunity to throw smoke bombs right at them. " Such damn pests !" she calls out as the bombs exploded - masking their vision. Their view is immediately shrouded and Batman grabs Robin and crouches behind a dustbin.

As the smoke disintegrates , Harley comes swinging at them with her spiky bat , " Hello Batsyyyy !!" she calls out as she swings at them - batman narrowly escapes but robin unfortunately hadn't and their stomach is immediately makes impact with it and is sent flying backwards into a wall. Joker takes his chance to stand atop the van nd starts raining down bullets before Batman has the chance to react.

" This is pathetic even for you Bats !!" he calls out as he refloads back in a magazine. Robin gets onto her feet and immediately throws batarangs his way - attempting to divert him. Joker curses and Batman takes the opportunity to land hard kick into Harley's jaw and he immediately jumps after Joker.

Harley goes colliding into the floor - her nose bleeding but before she even gets a chance , robin immediately jumps onto her back and begins restraining her in handcuffs.

Meanwhile Batman And Joker standoff - each trading dangerous blows to one another , both eagerly waiting for a weak spot to open to permanently take down their opponent. Joker wipes the blood of his lips as he stares down Batman , gun aimed at him , "Fun time's over Bats - time to end this " he declares , fingers trained on the trigger.

Batman grimaces as he lunges at him but it was too late - it all happens in slow down , joker changes his aim and aims his gun right at Robin and 'swoosh'. The bullet slices through the air at rapid speed and collides into robin's spine. Robin let out an ear piercing scream - a scream that practically shook the earth as robin lays face front onto the ground , crimson blood pouring out rapidly.

Batman screams as he lands on top of Joker -, " NAME !!" he calls out as he threw Joker's laughing body away somewhere like it was garbage. Joker in the amidst his maniac laughter stopped - it can't be , that name is too familiar - it , no that couldn't be his daughter. Harley laid there frozen - the reality of the situation dawns upon her when she watches Batman turns robin around onto their back and removed their mask to reveal name - her name - their name.

Harley feels her insides twists -, " NAME ?" she calls out confused . Batman frantically wipes the grime off name's face to reveal her pale face , her eyes slowly closing. Joker immediately comes barreling towards them , his mask long removed as he pushes away Batman.

"Name , honey - honey what - why " he stammers as he holds her in his hands. Harley is full on crying , no wailing her lungs out to the point it hurts - she cant believe her sweet girl was robin no- it can't be her sweet girl was always home on time - Batman must have forced her ! yes - he force her to be robin - she tries to convince herself - her mind to far gone to accept the cruel reality she's living in.

" Papa /" Name murmurs as she watches him through her drowsy eyes . " It hurts..." she murmurs as she shivers in his hold. Joker holds her close , "It's okay daddy's here - he's here baby - he's here to save you promise" he whispers as he tries pressing down on her wound.

" Papa please ...save me -it's too dark ...too painful" she pleads with him but it was too late , her eyes shut for the last time and her pulse stops. Joker lets out an agonizing scream before Batman tackles him to the ground. " You leave Name alone " he barks - his tone furious - he knew joker was cruel but to be so cruel to kill his own was a wicked he thinks not even the devil could achieve.

" YOU DON'T GET TO TELL ME SHIT BATS NOT WHEN YOU'RE THE REASON SHE'S DEAD" Joker screams as he violently trashes in his hold . Harley can only cry - her eyes were bloodshot red as it stared at your discarded corpse - she refuses to believe that her baby's corpse - not thats someone else baby her's is home building a pillow fort waiting for her to come home .

" DON'T BLAME ME FOR YOUR SICK SHIT - YOU'RE THE ONE THAT FUCKING SHOT HER" Batman curses as he sucker punches Joker's face , practically sending it pummeling into the floor. " YOU'RE A FUCKING HYPOCRITE BATS - YOU'RE THE BLOODY ASS THAT BROUGHT HER IN THIS DAMN LIFE - A LIFE THAT SHE WASN'T MEANT TO BE IN " Joker curses as he lays there helplessly on the floor .

His body feels too weak to get up - it feels like lead was poured into his veins and is keeping him chained to the floor. Batman kicks Joker to the side of the van , in the distance ,wailing sirens rang through the empty streets as they slowly approach them . " I hope when you both are rotting in the darkest pits of hell - that you both realize that you never deserve Name in the first place , that tonight , her death is on your heads , that you both are so vile that karma paid you a visit and that costed a pure soul like name's - that name is never fucking coming back " Batman declares.

Rain immediately begins to pour down like heavy bullets, Batman scoops up your cold corpse , practically tucking you into the safety and warmth of his corpse before he grapples away.

Blue and red lights flashes about as the smell of burnt tires filled their noses. Harley lets out a scream before a police officer drags her away into the confides of an armored truck. Joker stares into nothingness as an army of police officers drag him into a separate armored van , he glares at the spot batman stood in before the door closes on him permanently. " We'll see how you react when I take away something precious from you bats " he swears before his maniac laughter echoes off the empty streets.

also sorry if requests/ asks are late I'm currently in exams week (╥﹏╥)

thank you for the ask anon and thank you for reading !!

I also realized I missed a crucial part of all the gore assuming Joker killed her like Jason but I think I can tweak that in part 2 I think ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა

[nereidprinc3ss]

haunted

in which spencer reid takes you to a haunted house and you're being very brave about it... sort of.

fluff! warnings/tags: reader wears a skirt, reader is a scaredy cat!!, established relationship, kithing, my favs derek and penelope featured, haunted house stuff, talk about the physical composition of human eyeballs and mentions of harvesting them/eating them but it's not serious, FAKE very fake Halloween gore, I know those tags just escalated so quickly my bad, mention of a spooky clown, just haunted house stuff ok!! but its really not a scary fic I promise!!!! a/n: this is for my bff @gublersg1rl !!!! I hope u all like!!!!! Also yes the title was extremely creative I was feeling divinely inspired and revolutionary let’s not talk abt it

“Okay, no, no—maybe we don’t have to go in. I don’t think it’s gonna be that good.”

As you say it you’re wearily eyeing the crowd of screaming teenagers who are sprinting from the haunted house attraction’s exit, leaving a trail a swirling leaves and candy wrappers in their wake. Spencer laughs, gently hugging you back to him as you subconsciously begin to drift away from the line. 

“I knew this would happen.”

“Nothing’s happening.”

“You’re scared. You want to chicken out.”

“I don’t,” you snap, stepping back and adjusting your sweater. “I’m just… I’m cold. I wanna go back to the car.” Spencer does some adjustments of his own, coming close and reaching around you as if going in for a hug but instead tugging your skirt down slightly in the back. You let him finish and then bat his hand away. “Would you stop that?”

“You said you were cold! I’m trying to help you.”

“By making my skirt one inch longer? That’s not going to help.”

He holds his hands up defensively. “Okay. Sorry. I won’t touch.”

Immediately your serrated edge is dulled and you lean against him, barely steering clear of a pout. “No, please. You’re warm. And you’ll protect me.”

He smiles down at you, cheeks and nose nipped sweet pink by the chilly breeze. His hair looks very nice today, his eyes are extra sparkly in the dark, and he’s framed by mostly bare tree branches scattered around the fairground—nothing more than dark palms clawing at the sky, a full white moon cradled in between black branches. The autumnal night is perhaps too cold for the tartan mini skirt you’d chosen, but Spencer told you it looked nice. Of course he doesn’t put up a fight when you slip your arms around his waist under his coat—only wraps his arms around you in return.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to protect you. But between us Derek and Penelope will bear the brunt of the jump scares.”

“Who said my name?”

You look over your shoulder to where Penelope is shivering despite wearing her own and Derek’s coat, and Derek is eyeing the two of you, enjoying a bag of caramel corn like he doesn’t have a care in the world. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Spencer says, and you laugh to yourself, pulling him even closer like you’re trying to leech the warmth from his body. “Okay, you do have to face forward though. I don’t want you to trip.”

“No, Spencer!” You argue, but he’s already unlatching your arms from his middle and turning you in place. 

“You’re fine,” he chuckles, holding onto your hips. “I’m right here. Be brave.”

The line has begun to move forward again, and this time, it’s not stopping. Your heart pounds as at the behest of a teenaged bloody scarecrow you follow Derek and Penelope into the dark mouth of the red clapboard facade—a sort of farmhouse design that had seemed charming from afar and deeply sinister up close. Speakers play a loud creaking sound over spooky music and your eyes slowly adjust to reveal a foggy corridor lined with doors and creepy paintings.

As soon as the first evil little girl pops out of a doorway, you scream right along with Penelope. 

“Oh, my god,” Spencer laughs under his breath as you stop dead in your tracks, holding the group behind you up. When Penelope and Derek move on, you stay stuck, knowing that the threat has disappeared for the moment but still looms. Spencer gently ushers you forward. “Stay close behind Penelope, and it won’t be as scary. Come on, we have to keep going.”

“I hate this so much.”

But he ignores your comment, guiding you forward down the shadowy hallway and whispering the beginnings of a tangent over your shoulder. 

“You know, the first haunted house attraction was in London in 1915 at a fairground just like this. They picked up in America during the Great Depression as an attempt to distract young hooligans from resorting to property damage for fun.”

“Hooligans?” You mutter, teasing him even while terrified, carefully eyes the suspicious staircase leading up to a fenced in landing, shrouded in darkness. “We’re not going up there, are we?”

Just then a man with a sack over his head and bloody axe emerges from the black, launching himself down the stairs. Again, you scream, this time sprinting out of Spencer’s hold and through a cobweb veil into the next room. 

“Jesus fuck!” You gasp, clutching your chest as someone made up to be a sweet old grandma gone mad and soaked in blood and viscera turns around to greet you with a manic grin. 

“Oh, a pretty girl! Is that you, dear? My long lost granddaughter? Or did I put her in a pie?”

The acting is subpar at best, the script even worse, but what really discomforts you are the bloodied rubber limbs swinging from the ceiling and the fog machine in the corner that keeps burping out thick white clouds with a little hiss. You turn around, running directly into Spencer’s chest. He catches you by the waist and you cling to him, digging your feet in to try and stop either of you from proceeding any closer to your new friend. 

“And your lover—so handsome! Mm, what a delicious pairing you two’ll make! Maybe in my specialty cream of eyeball soup?”

She cackles. Spencer pushes you carefully forward as you peer over his lapel, and he actually stops to look into the woman’s pot as she stirs it. 

“Spencer—”

“You know—the human eyeball is by all accounts difficult to harvest without essentially popping the outer wall of muscle and connective tissue and then you’re losing the structure of the sphere—and stop me if you know this—but water constitutes about 98 percent of vitreous and aqueous humor which in turn make up eighty percent of the total volume of the eye so to say your soup would be cream of eyeball is—”

“Buddy, you’re holding up the line!” Someone shouts from behind, and Spencer offers an awkward apology to the grandma who was beginning to look more and more uncomfortable, hurrying you along through the kitchen from hell. 

“I cannot believe you just did that,” you hiss, still clinging to him. “That poor woman probably thinks you’re a serial killer now.”

“I was trying to humanize her for your benefit—”

Another scream from someone else, another cheap jump scare, cuts him off, and by this point you have your eyes squeezed shut, squeaking at every noise, and Spencer is damn near carrying you through the haunted house, walking you awkwardly backward through the various rooms. 

He cradles the back of your head and presses his lips to your ear as a chainsaw revs somewhere nearby and you hear Derek and Penelope yelping just ahead. “You’re being so brave,” Spencer murmurs, though you don’t miss the smile in his voice. "If I was a malevolent spectre I would definitely steer clear of you. I'd be too intimidated."

“Shut up. Ah!”

“Baby, that was a plant. You know the actors can’t touch you, right? You’re not in any danger.”

“I don’t like being scared, Spencer.”

“Then why did you suggest the haunted house? I said we should do the maze.”

“I don’t know! I—” another man popping out of the wall, another roar that you only hear, sequestered safely against your boyfriend’s coat. “Oh my god, are we almost done? I can’t do this anymore.”

“Yeah, the entrance is right ahead. No more actors, okay? I can see the whole room, it’s totally empty.”

“I bet that's what they want you to think, they lull you into a false sense of security and then—”

Cold air kisses the back of your legs as Spencer walks you toward the door, and the stifled soundscape widens again as you exit the house breathing air that doesn’t smell like sawdust and fog machine juice and fake blood. 

“Nope. We're really all done, see?”

“You survived! Oh my god, I survived!” Penelope calls, and you lift your head from Spencer’s chest, looking up at him. He’s grinning, brushing his thumbs over your cheeks. 

“You honestly handled that better than I thought you would. I actually think I saw the guy dressed as a clown jump when you screamed.”

“If I ever say I wanna do something scary again please don’t listen to me. I hated that so much.”

He examines your face for a moment before determining that despite your rattled nerves, you’ll be okay, and comforts you with a quick peck. “Do you wanna go get caramel apples now?”

“Yes, please. And then can we do the maze, and just like—I don’t know, sit there and… meditate for a little while?”

He chuckles. “Yeah. Just… don’t think about what could be lurking in the corn.”

You give him a little shove. “You know, I only did that haunted house thing because I know how much you love Halloween. I’m being a good girlfriend and what do I get?”

He pulls you close again and kisses your hand. 

“You get a caramel apple,” he says, like it’s obvious, and more than that—worth every trouble in the world. “Come on.”

You give him a begrudging smile and allow him to lead you, hand in hand. Maybe it is. 

[spideysbruh]

Secret

She was getting tired of it, the sneaking around, the hiding from not only cameras but from everyone. It’s been a huge hit to her confidence, which is crazy because she’s usually a very confident person, she spent her whole youth being insecure and vulnerable and worked her way out of it. She didn't think she’d ever feel this way with Timothée. 

To be fair, she didn’t feel like this at first. She knew that given their jobs, they had to be private for at least a little while initially, but it’s already been a year. A year and four months actually, she thinks that's more than enough time, they should definitely be able to go out and post about each other and just not give a fuck anymore.

So why doesn’t he want to?

Right now, they’re in their hotel room in Chicago, and Timothée is looking out the window to see how many people are waiting outside for him. He groans and walks to the mirror in the bathroom, “I can’t wait to shave this mustache off.”

Y/n smirks and sits up, “I think it’s cute. You look very French.” She responds, Timothée peers over at her as his cheeks redden.

“Yeah?” He grins and walks over to the bed, crawling over her as he kisses her lightly, “Maybe I’ll keep it then.” He says softly, moving down to kiss her neck. Y/n sighs, feeling every kiss before she gently pushes him away, sitting straight up and moving her legs to the side of the bed, “What’s wrong?” Timothée questions, placing a hand on her thigh.

“I…. I kind of don't want to be a secret anymore.” She answered, looking down at her legs, not wanting to meet Timothées eyes.

Timothée is quiet for a second before he responds, “Look baby, I just- I worry about what’ll happen if everyone finds out. People are evil and ruthless and- It’s terrifying. I want it to just be us… just for a little longer.”

“I can’t even be seen with you, god forbid I walk next to my boyfriend, right?” She sarcastically asks, making him huff.

“Babe, it's not like that! You know it's not.” He soothingly says, moving his hand to her back, rubbing circles around it. “I'm trying to protect you.” 

Y/n looks up at him, she recognizes the sincerity in his eyes and sighs, “Can we at least walk out together tonight? We don't even have to touch.” She says, making him laugh.

“I think that if I touched you in public, I’d never let go.” He replies softly, making her smile.

“I think I’d be okay with that.” She giggles as he leans over to kiss her cheek, “But… you promise we can go public soon?”

He nods and brushes a strand of her hair behind her ear, “Yes, baby. Of course, just another month or two.” He smiles, and she nods.

That night, they leave the hotel together, and he holds the door open for her which she appreciates. She sends him a smile as she walks past him, hearing the people gasp as they see her and Timothée together.

“Y/n!??! What are y’all doing together?!” A fan asks, she laughs and stops to chat with them.

“We’re friends! We hang out quite a bit.” She responds, right before the fan goes to take a picture with her.

“You guys would be such a cute couple!” Another one says.

“Ahaha thank you, thank you.” Timothée chuckles behind her.

“It was nice meeting you guys!” Y/n says before getting in the car, sighing as Timothée sits next to her.

“Little by little, baby.” He says, wrapping an arm around her.

~~~

Three months later. 

They’re still not public. Nothing is even going on right now, they’re both on vacation for the first time in a while, did Timothée just completely forget about their conversation? 

They’re both relaxing at her apartment, where he finds himself being more than his own.

“We should go to the movies or something, " she says, looking at him on the couch. He hums and nods.

“That sounds nice, are there any later showings?” He asks, looking up at her from his comfortable position.

She rolls her eyes, “You don't wanna go earlier? Then we can get something to eat afterward.” She tries, going to sit next to him.

He shrugs and wraps an arm around her, pulling her closer, “Just feeling so lazy right now, and it’s probably so crowded today-”

“Y’know what, Timothée? That’s it. I gave you enough time, I don’t know how long I can keep doing this.” She snaps, making him go mute, his eyes peering into hers with furrowed brows.

“What are you talking about?”

“Do you really not remember our conversation from like, three months ago? I want to be able to hold your hand and- and fucking kiss you in public! It’s like you’re ashamed of me or something.” She says, looking up at the ceiling to stop the tears from falling out of her eyes. Don’t cry right now.

Timothée quickly sits up and caresses her face, “Don’t ever say that. I could never feel that way about you… What happened to that confident girl that I know so well?” He wonders softly, and Y/n scoffs.

“This happened! All of the hiding and secrets… We’ve been together long enough, unless you don’t want to be anymore and that’s why you-”

“Stop. That’s not true, baby. I love you. I want nothing more than to show you off. Do you know how often I think about the dates we could go on, the things we can do out in public? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He says, Y/n smiles a bit at that.

“That’s nice Timmy, but you’re still not making any effort to go public.” She shrugs.

“Fine. Fuck it. Let’s go out then.” He says, her eyes widen.

“Seriously?” She grins, excitement now coursing through her entire body, Timothée nods.

“Yes. You don’t deserve to feel like this. I hate that it was my actions that were making you feel like that. I also despise that I waited so fucking long, and for what? Just because of what people will say? I’m sorry.” He says before leaning in to kiss her gently. She kisses him back deeper, wrapping her arms around his neck to be as close to him as possible.

“I love you.” She breathes against his lips.

“I love you more. More than anything.” He says, kissing her again, and then pulling away. “Let’s go, what are we watching?”

They pick a movie and get ready, Y/n puts on her cutest clothes and Timothée lets her style his hair however she wants, she opts for the usual way he does it which is her favorite.

They step outside and get in his car, she interlocks their fingers and he doesn’t let go as he drives silently.

He speaks up when they’re almost at the theatre, “You’ve been so patient with me, Y/n. More patient than you maybe should have been. I’m grateful for that, and I’m sorry.”   

Y/n smiles at that and nods, “Thank you, Timmy. It’s okay… I understand where you were coming from.”

He parks the car in the parking lot and leans over to kiss her, he kisses her lightly first, but when he pulls away he meets her eyes and grins, leaning in again and kissing her deeper than the first. His hands gently hold her face as he slips his tongue in between her lips, “Fuck, maybe we should skip the movie.” He mumbles against her lips, she giggles and kisses him one more time before taking off her seatbelt and getting out of the car.

“Come on, we’re already here, lover boy.”

Timothée sighs and grins as he also gets out.

During the movie, Timothée has an arm wrapped around Y/n the whole time, mindlessly playing with her hair as she rests her head on his shoulder.

Towards the end, he whispers to her, “Someone down there is recording us.” She looks down and sees the camera, they both wave in sync which makes them laugh.

When the credits roll, Timothée kisses her head before standing up and offering his hand to her.

They discuss the movie on their walk out when Timothées phone rings, he apologizes and answers it as he opens the car door for Y/n.

“One second, baby.” He quickly says before shutting the door and leaning against the hood of the car. 

She sighs and unlocks her phone, seeing a couple messages from her best friend. 

The most recent one says- Y'ALL ARE TRENDINGGG

She smiles and clicks the link that she also sent, the headline of the article makes her laugh “NEW RELATIONSHIP ALERT: TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET AND Y/N L/N SPOTTED ON A MOVIE DATE TODAY” 

“That was quick.” She mumbles and sees the pictures are of their little makeout in the parking lot.

Timothée gets in the car and chuckles, “Apparently people are wondering why you're with me cause you're way too beautiful.” He says, Y/n giggles and shakes her head.

“Sure they are.” She rolls her eyes.

“I'm serious! I shouldn't have been worried about you, cause why am I lowkey hurt.” He jokes, Y/n kisses his cheek and pinches his other one.

“Stop it. You're my beautiful boy.” She smiles, he grins and kisses her again, starting the car.

“I can't wait to show you off.” 

*

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-nine of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Kon doesn’t even remember getting hard enough to come again, but his TTK locks around them both and his body seizes up and he thinks he maybe does come again, just from a few rocks of his hips and those words and that thought, and–and he– 

“Oh,” Bernard says, his breath catching, and Kon chokes and stutters out–“Green, green, please green, Robin–” 

“You still think I look good in it, right?” Robin asks casually–Tim asks casually–and Kon hears him manage to tear open a condom wrapper one-handed and feels him lean heavier against his back and Tim only pulls his fingers out then, and rolls the condom on quick and efficient, and Kon tries not to unroll it down his shaft faster with his TTK but probably does, he thinks, from how sharp Tim hisses. 

He wants them both. He wants them both together. 

He wants to know how their heartbeats are gonna sound like that. 

“Good,” Kon chokes, clutching desperately at Bernard’s back as his brain tries to fry alive again. “Yeah, yeah, so good in–” 

“Here, boy,” Tim says, and tugs at his hips again as he shifts back in close, and Bernard huffs out a heated breath and they both shift and shift him up between them and also both press in tight against him, and Kon forgets what he was saying, thinking, all the other stuff, because the only thing that even remotely matters is–“Sit, boy.” 

Kon drops his hips without even deciding to do it–sits without even deciding to do it–and then they’re both inside him at once again. 

Except this time it’s both their cocks inside him. 

“Jesus fucking holy–Tim,” Bernard hisses, somewhere between incredulous and accusing as he grabs Kon’s ass again and grips it tight, and Tim slides his own hands up Kon’s thighs and breathes very, very carefully. 

“Yeah, babe?” he asks. 

“I–you–fuck you, Tim!” Bernard half-protests and half-laughs, still sounding incredulous and accusing, and Kon can’t even really process any of the things he’s feeling right now, but . . . but he’s . . . 

Both their hearts are pounding.

Both their hearts are pounding, both their chests are pressed up close against him, and he can hear them in perfect stereo. 

“Mmm, I think Bernard wants you to move, pet,” Tim says, and Kon can’t do anything but listen. 

He doesn’t want to do anything but listen. 

He chokes on some kind of a noise and doesn’t wait or hesitate, just immediately lifts his hips again and just as immediately drops them again, and their cocks both fill him up all deep and full and the stretch and pressure of them both inside him and splitting him open makes him wanna lose his fucking mind and maybe come again, makes his head spin more and more on every rock, every ride, every– 

“Good boy,” Tim rasps, sounding as rough as if he’s just taken a hit, and burned-in instinct prickles along Kon’s skin and spikes his adrenaline like there’s something he needs to protect, get in front of, cover–“Just like that. Don’t stop even if you come.” 

Kon whimpers, and rides them harder, and absolutely isn’t gonna stop doing that ‘til Tim fucking orders him to. Every little bit of slick-stretched fullness and friction and drag and rock makes him feel like there’s fireworks going off in his spine and skull and behind his eyes, and the way they both hold onto him and fill him up is–is– 

“Tim, babe, I think I hate you,” Bernard wheezes feelingly, sounding like he’s taken a way harder hit and gripping Kon’s ass even tighter as he screws his eyes shut. “I think you’re maybe a supervillain. I think you’re maybe evil.” 

“But aren't you having fun with my boy, Bernard?” Tim asks, somehow managing to sound lightly neutral despite still sounding like he’s just been sucker-punched. Which–isn’t new, really, Kon knows perfectly goddamn well, but that thought just burns even hotter in his gut. Tim always sounds like this. Tim always–“I really like being inside him with you. Isn't he so tight? And this way I can feel how hard he makes you.” 

Kon whimpers.

[altra]

So... Shadow vanilla hu. Right into my heart. So here we go.

Just a little thing I have been thinking about. Do tell me if you wanna hear more of this au

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The fight had been sudden and brutal. Dark enchantress cookie choosing to go for the surprise attack, shortly after the Ancients had just been able to defeat the beasts the first time.

It was a very close thing, with the beasts nearly defeating the still very freshly awakened Heros.

And they would have won, if Shadow Milk cookie hadn't hesitated.

The Heros had been ripe for the picking, the perfect time to finally get his other half of the Soul jam back, but looking at Pure Vanilla Cookie, something inside him revolted.

Even now, hurt and nearly defeated, the cookie of Truth still looked at him like he was a friend instead of an enemy.. Like he was a cookie instead of a beast.

And this moment of hesitation was enough. White Lily having just enough time to revive the seal and banishing the beasts back into the tree.

The other four beasts screamed their anger, clawing at their wooden prison with no avail.

Shadow milk just sat there in defeat, watching the battle go on with dark enchantress cookie turning the tide in her favor, using that the sealing had taken the rest of the fight out of the heros to her advantage.

While the other beasts grinned, hoping the villain would win and free them again, Shadow Milk felt sick at the sight of Enchantress cookie defeating the heros one by one until only Pure Vanilla was left standing.

Like history repeating itself, Pure Vanilla was once again left to fight of the evil sorcerers alone.. Just that this time he was in even worse shape.

While she was cackling and monologing about her inevitable victory, the beast of deceit stared at his other half, realising he wanted to actually truly help this silly cookie.

He though himself more insane than ever, but still he tried to think of anything that could help, anything to protect the one cookie who had seen something in him other than a beast, the only one to ever hold his hand out to him in friendship.

He went deep into his memories, his title as the former fount of knowledge coming in handy again.

Shadows writhe around him, his own shadowy eyes staring at him in horror at the idea that was forming in his mind.

The seal. He would use the seal.

He and the other beasts were bound to the tree, but the tree was bound to them as well. A connection that went deeper than what most would think.

He always feared to loose himself to the tree. To let himself go too much and forget himself.

This time though, he wanted to deepen the connection. To force a stronger bond with his own prison.

And while dark enchantress was finally winding down, getting ready to strike Pure Vanilla down, the Jester took a deep breath and gave himself fully over to the tree.

--

Pure Vanilla stared feebly up at dark enchantress cookie, not able to do much more than look at the end coming at him.

He was sad that they had to seal the beasts again, still thought they could be redeemed.

But that thought was a moot point, now that he would not survive this.

Having accepted his fate, Pure Vanilla closed his eyes and waited for the end.. But it never came.

The silence stretched and the Cookie of Truth opened his eyes back again in confusion, a soft gasp escaping him as the world came back into focus.

Dark enchantress cookie was screaming hatefully, trying to free herself from the silver trees branches, which had shot down and pinned her to the ground, slowly dragging her to the tree itself, where a silver and blue cookie stood at its base.

Vanillas sight still swam a bit and even his staff had problems to see the unknown cookie at first, but then the cookie started to look like... Shadow milk?

It was impossible, but there at the base of the tree clearly stood shadow milk, even though he looked far different than before.

His blue jester outfit now more elegant and silver, a blueberry bush, not unlike the neck Fluff of a wolf, lining around his neck and trailing down into a silvery cape.

His head now crowned with small, silver wooden antlers not unlike the branches of the silver tree itself, his dark hair now speckled with stars and softer, silvery eyes nestled within it.

Pure vanilla stared in awe, as Shadow milk cookie used the silver tree to cage dark enchantress, sealing her into the tree itself like the other beasts had been.

Silence fell over the battlefield, the changed cookie of deceit slowly making his way over to his other half.

Pure vanilla didn't know if it was smart, but he felt giddy and happy to be able to see the darker cookie again.

He stumbled trying to stand, landing back on his knees in exhaustion.

The cookie of Truth could do nothing more than look up at the other, who stopped in front of him, staying silent for a long moment.

A soft sigh and a hand extented found Pure Vanilla Cookie on the other side of the same Szene from when he offered his hand in friendship.

".. So is the offer still up?.. Being your friend?"

Shadow milk muttered lowly, looking half away, but never retracting his hand.

His hand was taken and he was dragged down to his other half, finding himself suddenly engulfed in a soft and warm hug.

"of course. Thank you, my friend. "

Shadow milk startled for a long moment, before resigning himself to his fate and returning the hug.

He had changed, he could feel the deep connection.. The permanent connection, he now had with the silver tree. He had become one with his own prison to safe the thief of his soul jam, his other half.. His friend.

Maybe he would regret his choices at one point, but for now he would make sure this silly Nilly would get some medical attention.. And maybe his ancient friends as well.. Or whatever, he only did this to protect what was his anyway. And he would die on that hill.

[hotwritergf]

Lil’Rockstar / Eddie Munson / blurb / Fluff

“You got everything you need here right? Gotcha bottle, ya’ snacks and your bear? Right awesome. Daddy set your pajamas just over there, I know you like my Metallica shirt so figured you could wear it as a night dress y’know?” Eddie smiles softly, pointing in the direction of sofa. His fingers covered in his usual rings, you take his hand. Fiddling with your favourite ring on his pointer finger, the skull one. Giggling as you twist it around his skin. “You like that huh? It’s like babies with keys, just it’s my baby with my fingers.” He chuckles as he wiggles his fingers, booping your nose and pretending to flick your forehead. You giggle, covering your face with your hands to protect yourself. “Daddy!” You push him back first onto the bed, straddling Eddie’s waist. Settling into your new seat on his jeans-clad crotch nicely.

Eddie leans up towards you, wrapping his arms around you. Your face smushes into his chest and you inhale the faint scent of his cologne and whatever he’d been smoking before he came over to baby-sit you. He squeezes you tighter, “Little girl if you wanted a hug you should have just said so.” He laughs, continuing to hold you tighter, falling down onto the bed and rolling around with you in his arms, the pair of you in a fit of giggles. You try to push away and wriggle out of his grip but he’s got a hold of you. “Ohhhh you think you can escape me huh? You really think you’re that tough? You’re just a little girl! Just a small little creature.” You laugh and pretend to bite at him, showing him your teeth. “A creature that is very bitey by the looks of it.” Eddie laughs, pushing you back by your forehead onto the bed as you smirk and try to bite up at his wrist.

“Such a vicious monster!” He says dramatically with his hand over his brow as if he’s playing a part in a Shakespearean play where he’s a damsel in distress. “How-ever can I defeat such a beast?” He chuckles to himself, manhandling you once more as if you were a piece of clay for him to manipulate any which way. Jumping off the bed and reaching for the Metallica shirt he set aside for you, he places it over your head to blind you.

“Little girl can’t even get dressed properly without her daddy huh? Silly girl has left herself all vulnerable to the tickle monster!!” He laughs, setting himself beside you and poking your stomach whilst your vision is covered. “It tickles daddy!” You squeal and pull the shirt down and quickly as you can whilst simultaneously protecting your sensitive areas. “Oh it does? I wouldn’t expect that! You’re telling me this tickles? This? What I doing right here? Naaaahhh you’re crazy!” Eddie chuckles to himself as he picks up the speed in which he’s moving, using all five fingers on both hands to rapidly tickle your sides as he babies you. He only stops tickling you when he sees you gasp for air, sure he’s a tease and a self confessed “tickle monster” but he’s not evil.

He pulls you closer to him as you rest your head on his chest, still catching your breath from the play fight. Eddie ruffles your hair and rubs your back with his spare hand. Yawning and closing your eyes, you nuzzle into him. The feeling of his soft shirt against your nose only brings you closer to falling asleep.

“Hey hey hey!” He shakes your shoulders as he wakes you. “Princess I forgot, I got this.” He holds up a pacifier, it’s black and decorated with red beads that spell out ‘lil’rockstar’ along the handle, in the middle is a sticker of a bat. The bat seems to be wearing a similar pacifier himself. “I bought this a few weeks back, you don’t have to use it if you don’t wanna. I just- I was researching this whole little space thing you got going on. A lot of the littles, they have these. Plus- I figured it could stop you chewing on your nails and the skin around them.” Eddie picks up your hand, inspecting your fingers. “Whatcha say? Wanna give it a try?” Your face immediately flushes, you’d never really given pacifiers a seconds thought, but the effort he went to and the whole thing with your fingernails, maybe he was right.

You nod shyly, accepting his little gift. Placing it in your mouth, you smile and your lips morph to the shape of the pacifier. Eddie smiles back at you, only brighter. Moving the hair from your face and stroking your cheek.

“Look at you. My Lil’Rockstar.”

[isabella-2025]

I will always protect you

Pairing: Solo Sikoa Bodyguard X Reader

Plot: Solo has been your bodyguard for 2 years since you started working with his cousin Dwayne. You two grew close and when you confide in him about some things he vows not only to protect you from people but protect your heart as well.

You have been working with Dwayne "The rock" Johnson for 2 years. He quickly became like a big brother, always checking in to make sure you were okay. That's why when someone broke into your house he asked you if you needed a bodyguard for protection you said yes. Solo walked in the next day and took your breathe away not just because of his looks but his kindness as well. Straight from the get go Solo was so kind, he watched over you like he was supposed to but also he did other things. He brought you your favorite coffee a caramel macchiato, on special occasions he would always leave flowers for you and leave little notes of encouragement for you.

That was two years ago and you and Solo are closer now and that makes your boyfriend Dominick jealous. You and Dominick started dating 4 months ago and everything was fine to begin with but when he noticed how close you were to Solo he said.

" Why are you so close to him, I'm your boyfriend and I don't like it he's creepy. "

" He's not creepy and I know you are my boyfriend but he's my bodyguard and he has been a damn good one so just because you are uncomfortable does not mean I am gonna fire him." you say slowly getting agitated.

" So my feelings are not important to you huh." He yells getting closer to you with every word.

" No, your feelings are important to me obviously I am not just gonna rearrange my whole life because you are insecure." You say

" What the hell did you just say to me." Dominick said angrily.

" You heard what I said asshole, leave me alone." You yell in his face

You start walking out of your dressing room but he grabs your wrist and roughly turns you around to face him and says

" I am not done talking to you."

"But I am done talking to you." You yell

Dominick starts to pull you back in your dressing room but stops when he hears solo walking down the hallway. You pull away from him right before Solo turned the corner. He says

" Hey, Ma'am I am sorry to bother you but you have an interview with Jimmy Fallon in about 5 minutes I was going to escort you." He smiles kindly

" Yes, you can escort me, come on." You say as you hook your arm with his.

You guys walk down the hallway and the interview begins

After the interview Solo walks you to the car opens your door for you and then walka around the car to sit in the back with you. He says

" So, that was a good interview, you responded so well even to the personal questions."

" Yeah, I don't like when they ask about my family but what am I supposed to do I cant not answer you know." You say frowning

" Hey, do you wanna talk about anything I am here okay." He gently grabs your hand and runbs your knuckles with his fingers.

" thank you Solo I appreciate it and don't call me ma'am call me by my name please."

"okay, Y/N." He says as he smiles at you while still holding your hand.

He notices and takes his hand away from yours and you frown but he does not see it. You arrive at the hotel and Solo walks you to your room. You open the door and notice hes walking away but you say

" Hey, do you wanna come in for a drink I wanna talk to you."

" Sure Y/N I would love to." He says smiling.

You both walk in grab your drinks and sit on the couch. You look at Solo and say

" I want to tell you why I get uncomfortable when my family pops up in conversation. Sorry I'm nervous." You fiddle with your fingers and he grabs your hand gently and says

" You don't have to if you don't want to."

" No I want to. My mom died when I was 6 from Cancer and my dad turned into this evil person. He started drinking and gave me the cold shoulder ."

" What do you mean gave you the cold shoulder. " Solo asks Curiously.

" He stopped hugging me, telling me he loved me and stopped showing up to my events he told me my dreams of acting were stupid and I wasn't going to go anywhere." You start to tear up.

Solo very slowly wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulls you into his chest and lets you cry. He whispers

" You did not deserve that every person deserves to be loved at least one time in their life. Its not your fault Y/N. "

You nod in his chest and say

" Okay, enough of the sappy stuff I am excited for the queen of the ring premiere tomorrow I cant wait to support Trinity." You smile.

" She is really excited your coming, she invited Dominick too." He says scowling, but you didn't notice.

" Oh, that was nice of her, maybe he'll come idk." You say

"maybe." Solo says

" I am gonna head to bed now thank you Solo for everything." You say as you gently rub his hand.

" You're welcome anytime Y/N." He smiles and walks out.

You lay in bed excited for the premiere tomorrow.

Tomorrow was finally here and you had just finished getting dressed. You had on this beautiful dark green dress with a knee high slit that complimented your skin tone and hair great. You hear a knock at your door, open it and see Solo standing there in an all black suite. Wow he looked good you thought. He looks you over smiles really big and says

" wow Y/N you look so beautiful."

You smile look down to the ground shyly and say " Thank you Solo you look good to."

He gently grabs your hand brings it to his lips and kisses your knuckles. This makes you blush even harder and Solo just smirks at your reaction. The both of you then walk downstairs get in the car and you are off to the premiere. When you arrive you see Trinity so yo run up to her and say

" Hey ma'am congratulations I am so proud of you."

she hugs you and says " Thank you I appreciate it friend"

You and Trinity converse while Jon and Solo do the same. Everyone starts to walk into the theatre because the film is about to begin. Jon and Trinity had already walked in and Solo was right in front of you. You feel someone tug at the back of your dress roughly pulling you to the ground. You look up and see that it is Dominick.

" You bitch, you show up without me, dressed like a slut, what kind of women are you." He yells

this catches Solos attention and he tuns around gently pulls you off of the ground, looks at Dominick and yells.

" get the hell away from her now, if you know what is good for you." He gets closer to Dominick with every word and he is now right in his face.

" aww cute coming to your women's rescue I knew she was a slut she wasn't giving any to me but she sure as hell must be giving you everything, or maybe shes not and her legs are just locked at her knees." Dominick says smirking.

" You shouldn't have said that bastard." Solo says and before Dominick can register what happens Solo has him pinned on the ground and is beating the shit out of him. When Solo is fully satisfied with his doing he gets up pulls Dominick's shirt collar and says

" Don't you ever come around her again or disrespect her like that again it will not end well for you do you understand."

Dominick just nods and runs away with his tail between his legs

Solo looks back at you, calls the driver and gently places you in the backseat of the car. You guys were headed back to the hotel and Solo had texted Jon and told him something came up so they had to leave. You arrive at the hotel and Solo walks around to your side of the car and gently pulls you out. Both of you walk back to your room in comfortable silence. You sit on the bed and Solo sits beside you and you say through tears.

" Why would you do that for me, he is right I didn't do anything with him because I didn't feel safe with him I guess i really am a bad person."

Solo gently grabs both sides of your face forcing you to look him in the eyes and he says.

" Y/N you are not a bad person for respecting your boundaries if he was a real man he would respect them. I told you I would always be here."

" why though, nobody's ever cared about me before but you, you scare me because you have shown me so much kindness and love and I do not deserve it." You begin to cry harder.

Solo wipes the tears from your face leans in close to you and says

" You do deserve love and kindness because you are a beautiful person inside and out. Do you know why I do all these things for you?"

you shake your head.

" Because…. I LOVE you."

He leans even closer, so close you can feel his breathe against your lips.

" Solo" you whisper with ragged breathe.

" Y/N" he says also with ragged breathe.

" Kiss me, please." You say

" I thought you would never ask." He says

The two of you share a gentle, loving kiss. The rest if history.

The end.

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[roturo]

I DO - geto suguru x reader

summary: love makes us do stupid things. stupid things to never notice how you loved him. how he lost you.

warnings: angst, age-gap, nsfw(?), childhood friends, a lot of metaphors (?).

A/N: I never realized how much I loved writing angst and how tranced I could be while writing it. This was supposed to be smut but idk, felt depressed.

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How you call it? … Lover? Delusional?

Ah, hopeless romantic.

They know you as the hopeless romantic in jujutsu tech.

But, being in love with one person for your whole life and feelings were never reciprocated would it still count as a hopeless romantic even if you keep that hope for it?

Geto Suguru. Your childhood crush, school crush, and what you like to call him, soulmate.

Everyone in your social circle knows you’re in love with Geto, and you’re pretty sure people outside the circle know it too. You saw him as someone to admire, to follow his path, to be as strong as him.

He was 12, you were 8. But, until this day, him being 25, and you being 21, those feelings and thoughts about him wouldn’t leave anytime soon.

An amazing guy like him, teached you fighting techniques, helps you with your studies, and even brings you out with his friends every once in a while. He was the prince of your dreams.

You never said out loud you had a crush on him. Not even accepting it. But everyone knew because of the way your eyes light up when you see him, the high pitch in your voice when you get nervous around him, feeling protected by him.

You suppose he’s dumb because how could everyone know but him?

He had you confused, wrapped around his finger, you’re sure he likes you too. The way his cheeks get pinkish when you compliment him, how he would grab your hand unconsciously while walking, how he would kiss your neck when you’re alone, but never your lips, how he knew every part of your body, just slight touches, nothing to call it something more, and knowing every single little fact about you.

But now you feel stupid, foolish.

Guess you played yourself, might even be your fault.

Or maybe you should have never played him so hard.

It hit you like a shot in the heart the first time you saw him with her. She was beautiful, funny, and smart. But oh no, you won’t let her love him like you do, no one could.

They all know nobody could love Suguru Geto as you. He even said it himself.

“She’s like the sun covering my body with love. The water in the shower touches my skin and sees everything about me without any bad thought. Nobody could compare with her, I don’t even love myself as much as she does.”

So why are you afraid of losing everything you thought you couldn’t?

And it’s like she knew how much this hurts you. It’s like she wanted this all along. She could be everything, but a good person? Oh no. At least not towards you.

She would often make back-handed comments about you, treat you like shit when Geto’s not around, humiliate you.

She is evil.

“Trust me Suguru, she’s not the one.”

“Why do you care so much? Everyone seems fine with her, but you? Why do you hate her so much? She’s been nice with you, with everyone! Just stop being annoying and leave me and my relationship alone.”

“… Suguru-”

“No. I don’t wanna hear anything else related to her and how you don’t like her. Stop it. Please.”

It felt like your whole world was falling apart. What happened to the silly little dates at midnight for some ice cream? The sudden hugs? Texting everyday? Listening to each other?

Maybe he was a problem right from the start. Never facing these feelings, never running away, guess that’s your fault.

It hit you like a poisonous dart. You said you wouldn’t let her love him like you do, hold him like you do, know him like you do.

So why are you stepping out? Leaving school? Starting a ‘normal life’?

You stopped being related to them, to him. And you wished he never fell in love with her.

And after some time, he wished that too.

He was stupid, foolish.

Guess he played with himself, it’s his fault.

It hit him like a shot in the heart. Knowing he fucked up this time. You were beautiful, funny, smart, and kind. But he never loved you like you loved him.

They all knew he was stupid for letting you go.

“She’s just really sentimental and sensible, she’s still very young to understand relationships, a childhood crush it’s something impossible to really happen, she just needs to learn that.”

So why is he afraid of losing everything he thought he could?

And it’s like he always knew he fucked this up the moment he treated you bad. That he would regret this, but love made everyone stupid.

Did he really feel love towards her? Love her like he loved you?

He was an idiot.

“I’m sorry I never appreciated you like I should’ve. I’m sorry for losing the chance to love you like you loved me. I’m sorry for leaving you.”

It hit him like a poisonous dart. He said you would come back, stop loving him.

So why is he crying here in a dusty vault? Where were you? Why you left?

You stopped being related. To them, to him.

And after some time, nothing happened.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Beach Day

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Janus doesn't like the beach, so he says.

Remus is determined to prove otherwise.

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| Ao3 |

Warnings: None

Pairings: Dukeceit

Word Count: 1037

Notes:

My second fic of the @tss-camp-and-coffee event!

"Dukeceit at the beach" - From @naminethewitch

This one was really fun, I don't have much experience writing Remus or this ship, so I'm not sure exactly how this came out. I like it personally and I hope you guys do too.

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As far as all of the sides knew, Janus wasn't a beach guy.

Remus was, and after a whole lot of persuading and a lot of bribery, he had finally managed to get Janus to agree to a beach date in the imagination.

It wasn't that Remus wanted Janus to be uncomfortable (well, sometimes it was fun, but not for a whole day when he wanted to actually have a good time with his boyfriend), it was more like he was hoping it would get Janus out of his comfort zone a little. He would accept Janus fondly indulging him as they walked through the imagination, Remus carrying a surfboard and a bulging beach bag in one hand and holding Janus' hand with the other as they walked across cliffs covered in low shrubs and heather bushes. Remus was grinning as he talked about how much fun they would have. They were even in Roman's side of the imagination for this particular date, so no risk of sea or sand monsters, per Janus' request.

A little boring, but fine. Janus was already hesitant about the beach itself, maybe adding beach critters would be a step too far just now. Maybe if it turned out Janus liked it they could take that step. But for now, they were approaching a little, picturesque cove that Roman had created for them. The water was teal and vibrant and the waves were perfect for surfing but not dangerous. Roman had made it perfect for them, of course he had. It wasn't even too hot, nor was it too cold, the temperature was perfect.

"You ready?" Remus asked, grinning over at his snakey boyfriend, who looked torn.

"As I'll ever be, I suppose," Janus said, before letting Remus lead him down the steep, slightly treacherous steps down the cliff side and onto the sand.

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They dropped their things near the centre of the beach. Remus was already dressed in swim shorts and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt that Janus had called 'ghastly' when Remus had grabbed him from his room this morning, Remus knew Janus had meant it as a tease, but Remus was gladly taking it as a compliment.

Janus immediately fished his beach towel and the umbrella from the bag, laying out the towel for him to sit on and burying the umbrella in the sand to provide himself some shade. Remus plopped down next to him whilst Janus stripped off his outer layers, throwing in a crude comment that had Janus rolling his eyes as the shedding of his cloak and shirt revealed a black and yellow tank top and shorts. Remus was smirking in satisfaction - Janus had been prepared for this.

"Hell yeah, lookin' good," Remus grinned at him, "You wanna rub sunscreen on each other's backs?"

"No thank you," Janus said, before grabbing the sunscreen anyway, he wrinkled his nose, "Only so you don't get burned, don't make it weird."

"Yeah yeah," Remus rolled his eyes, wiggling his eyebrows when Janus told him to take his shirt off anyway and earning a playful glare in response.

Once they were both nice and protected against the sun, Remus tried to get Janus to join him in the sea to no avail. and when Remus returned from his venture into the water he found Janus napping, splayed out in the sunshine like he was basking.

Remus snorted, looking down at his snake basking in the sun. Remus allowed Janus a few more moments of looking peacefully adorable whilst Remus summoned himself a snack and some water before he decided to enact his Evil Plan™.

He was very lucky Janus was a heavy sleeper as he carefully removed the towel from underneath him and began to bury Janus in the sand - up to his neck, he didn't actually want to kill his boyfriend, after all.

Remus had finished burying him far too fast, honestly, and then set about making an entire sand fortress that he'd hopefully be able to persuade Janus to destroy with him when he finally woke up.

When he did, Remus was alerted to it when he heard a displeased grumble.

"Remus?" Janus asked, shifting a little in the mound of sand he was buried in. Remus bounded over immediately standing over Janus and looking down at him.

"Yeah snakey?" Remus asked, trying to keep his face looking innocent, like he hadn't done anything wrong at all.

"I... was going to be annoyed at you for this," Janus huffed, wiggling again, "But the sand actually feelis quite nice on my scales."

he looked annoyed at the fact that he was actually enjoying Remus' prank, which had him bursting out with laughter.

"Awee - I can make you a sand bath you can dig around in like a snake back in your room," Remus giggled, "But! For now! I have a fortress for us to pretend to be giant super villains and destroy! If you want?"

"i would love to, darling, but right now I find myself rather trapped," Janus pointed out. raising an eyebrow at him. Remus giggled and knelt down to dig Janus out, pulling him up once his hands were free.

"Oh wow, you certainly outdid yourself on the fortress," Janus chuckled seeing Remus' miniature sand fortress - which looked more like a sprawling city. He was just so excited to crush it. They shared a look, and began to stomp all over the sand structures. Janus ended up laughing at the end of the ordeal, which really was better than any destruction. He loved that Janus was actually enjoying himself.

By the time Remus' sand creation had blended back into the beach, both of them were laughing and out of breath.

"Eugh," Janus said, still huckling as he brushed sand off of himself, "I know I refused the sea earlier, but I'd love to get all of this sand off of my clothes, if you'd be willing to let me reconsider?"

"Uh, of course!" Remus said, rolling his eyes as he dragged Janus off towards the sea with a hand, "C'mon!"

As they spent the rest of the day playing together in the sand and water, Remus couldn't help but think that the beach date was successful.

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Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess@glacierruler@roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti @scalesfeathersnfur @oatmealdaydreams @littlerat2 @goldnskyart @virgeandhis-pocket-protector @amateurmasksmith (if anyone wants to be added, let me know!

[littlefireball]

CS|Fallen Angel and Fallen Evil pt.3 (M)

San's Birthday week~~ Evil San x Fallen Angel Reader Smut|Mentioned of bloody fight|Fingering| Public Sex|Unprotected|Marking|Soulmate|Reader finally fallen| Word count: 2.1K

The blood-soaked hands stuck to the red feathers reflect how bloody and ruthless the battle just now was. You wipe your dirty hands by the lake, without any regret or fear, instead feeling an unusual calmness. The crimson soaking into the lake is like ink flowers, finally dispersing and leaving a thin layer of red cloth on the clear lake water.

"You're so hot, you know?" San kneels beside you, his warm breath falling on your neck, his cool fingers gently touching and trailing down your back, feeling the two wounds oozing black and red blood. His fingers continue to explore your waistline, caresses the wounds from the battle just now.

"Wanna continue what we were doing?" He murmurs against your neck, leaving a trail of kiss while licking your sensitive skin. You rest your head on his shoulder to give him more access and gasping. His warm tongue teasing your nerves, the wet feeling sending a shiver down your spine.

"We do it here?"

"It doesn't matter."

His restless left hand ventures into the thin fabric, tracing your contours, caressing your left breast and gently teasing your nipple with his thumb.

"Soft af."

"Hiss… Mmm…"

"I know you can't wait. Am I right, my pretty?"

"Yes, San, I want more, please."

He smiles satisfied, then cups your face with his right hand and kisses your slightly dry lips. Your lips meet gently, both enjoying the pleasure brought by the kiss. Your tongues entwine, sparks of electricity igniting in the flames.

"Open wide your legs, honey."

You obey his command and slightly open your thighs. His left hand slides into your panties, softly caressing your clit, occasionally pressing and brushing it. Just like what he did in the dream.

"Ahh… San…" You can feel his chest rising and falling and his hard lower body occasionally brushing against your butt through the fabric.

He inserts two more fingers into you, slowly moving in and out. The moment he enters, you arch your back, feeling the excitement he brings. He reaches your deepest part over and over again, hitting every spot with different angles and scratching your wet, hot, and tight wall.

"It must be good when my cock deep inside you. So tight for me."

You pant heavily as he speeds up. The waves of pleasure and heat crash over you, you surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. You moan loudly, as if you are afraid no one would hear you. You look at the corpse on the ground and see how ironic everything was. But you don't feel any guilt, the most important thing right now is how San pleases you.

"San… I can't hold it anymore." Groaning shyly as if nothing happens, no death, no guilty, only joyful and lust.

"What? You want to cum?" He smirks, his eyes filled with teasing.

"I…have a knot in my stomach…"

"Just let it go, darling. No need to hold it."

You are unable to hold back any longer and squirt as your juices wet your clothes and San's fingers. He takes them out, licking the sweet liquid with satisfaction.

Taste as sweet as the dream in the morning.

"You did so well, darling." he murmurs, guiding you down to the soft, cool grass beneath you. The dampness barely registers as your bare skin meets the earth, the sensation doing little to quell the fiery desire that courses through your body. Your gazes lock, brimming with longing, on the brink of igniting everything in an inferno of passion.

He sheds his black coat, revealing chiseled abs and a muscular physique that you hadn't fully appreciated until now. His broad shoulders seem like a protective shield around your smaller frame.

The clash of metal interrupts the moment, drawing your attention to his eager, crimson member, poised and ready as if it can't wait a moment longer to be inside you.

A flicker of worry dances in your eyes, mingled with anticipation for the impending connection. Your heart races with these conflicting emotions.

Sensing your apprehension, he leans in to press a tender kiss to your lips, whispering reassuringly, "It's alright, my dear. You can handle this." Despite his demonic nature, his touch is gentle, and you find yourself falling deeper under his spell.

"Ready?" he asks softly. You nod in response. With deliberate care, he enters you, causing you to arch your back and cling to his sturdy shoulders. A silent pressure builds in your throat, stifling any cries that threaten to escape.

"San… I…" "It's okay, angel." He strokes your flushed cheek and playfully pecks your lips. When you finally adjust to his size, his forehead glistens with sweat and his furrowed brows hold back the urge to fuck you wildly.

His appearance makes you inexplicably feel heartache. You lightly touch his shoulder, signaling that he can move. Afraid that you might feel pain, he slowly and gently thrusts into you, lightly grinding.

"Hmm!!" The slight pain gradually turns into pleasure, and the touch of his glans against your inner walls sends waves of numbness throughout your body. Skin against skin, the intimate contact between you and him raises the temperature.

"You can go faster… San."

"Really? I don't want to hurt you."

"Yes, I can take it." Suddenly, he thrusts forcefully, hitting your G-spot aggressively.

"Ahhh!! San!!" You can't stop yourself from shouting his name, and he smirks mischievously.

"Be careful next time when you beg me."

"I didn't ask you to go so hard."

"Oh, you dare to argue with me?" Before you can react, he thrusts forward again and increases the speed.

"Oh fuck!"

"Tight af." He thrusts vigorously, hitting your deepest spot accurately, creating a lascivious sound.

"Fuck fuck fuck!!"

"Such a dirty mouth!" He pounds hard, and there's no trace of the earlier tenderness, only endless lust. You pull him closer, your lips fiercely locked in a kiss, an atmosphere of desire and passion. You indulge in this intense kiss, where everything else in the world disappears. There is only the sensation of your skin against each other and various stimulating touches, as your desires burn and sublimate.

San pulls you up, not breaking the kiss. He firmly grips your butt and pulls you towards him as he thrusts forward. You understand his intentions and move back and forth with him.

"Ha! Ahh!" The soft touch of your butt makes him very excited, and he loves the way your bodies fit tightly together. He leaves a trail of kisses and suck hard on your chests, the deep red hickey standing out on your fine skin. Licking it proudly, he bite your collarbone but not hard enough to make you feel painful.

You body now covered with all his hickeys and bite marks, announcing to the kingdom of heaven, no, should I say the world, you are his, only his. San stares at the sky, knowing that old man is watching everything. He smiles with a sense of success and proud, you have finally become corrupted.

Nothing can stop him anymore.

He kisses you again and pushes you down, flip you over when he pulls out. "I need to mark you, then you'll be mine." His cock slides into your pussy filled with his cum and your juices, pushing as deep as he can, making your moans leave your lips.

"Ah~san~" San grab your hair and continues to enter and exit like a raging beast. You are on the verge of losing breath as the excitement take over your mind and makes you dizzy. The sound of skin slapping resounds in the forest; the lake reflects your posture, so fucking erotic.

His chest presses against your back, feeling the temperature of each other rising as if there is a fire burning inside. Your mouth is shaped like an "O" and you feel you are going to climax again.

"San, san…I wanna cum…"

"No until I tell you." He suddenly thrust very fast cause you scream in high-pitched. The tingling sensation makes you even more powerless and your knees give out and you collapse to the ground.

"Hmm…San…please."

"You can hold it." He let go your hair, kisses and licks your nape. With a burst of pain coming from the back of the neck, warm blood flowed to the shoulders. The sound of sucking rings in your ears, and the soft touch of his lips gives you goosebumps.

"Cum, my angel." After few thrust, you release everything, warm fluid enveloping his cock and he also cum all in your cunt. Marking is complete; there is a purple mark on your nape─the sign of Santan.

You collapse into his arms, both of you panting heavily. He pulls out of you, his touch gently caressing your back as he gathers your messy hair behind your ear.

"You are finally mine now, my soulmate." He strokes your face and leaves a kiss on your forehead. He has fallen for you.

"And I finally know what my nature is." Your eyes shine with golden light, and wings covered in black, not pure white like snow, but wicked black, grow from your back. He smiles with surprise, his eyes sparkling with joy, like a child.

"Let's go home, Y/N. A place, the only place, belongs to us."

He spreads his black wings, and demonic horns grow from his forehead, revealing his true devilish form. You follow suit, spreading your wings and flying straight into the dark underworld.

Even though it is gloomy and treacherous there, it makes you feel an unprecedented sense of comfort. Because now you are no longer restricted by the rules of heaven, there are no morals or chains. You can follow your desires as you please. And most importantly, San will always be by your side.

"Do you still want to kill me?" San asked.

"Yes, of course."

"What?Don't you say 'no, I won't. Because I love you so much'? Am I not your love?"

"You can't ask a cruel person not to kill people."

"I know you love me and won't do that." He pretended to pout in anger, looking adorable and muttered in a soft voice, coquettishly.

"I'm sad." He looks like he is about to cry and you cup his face, smiling lovingly.

"I will kill you softly… on the bed." The furrowed eyebrows instantly unfold, revealing a lovely smile, as he directly picks you up and walks towards the room. You surprise shout out with laughter.

"Hey, put me down! Others may see."

"Does it matter? Y/N, just show me how you can kill me softly."

Again bursts of moaning and gasping come from the room, and of course, the sound of slapping skin also echo in the corridor, and everyone who pass by could hear it clearly.

Oh? What is the final outcome of the kingdom of heaven? Ummm… Do you think it's possible for the cruel fallen angel and the strongest demon to join forces and for heaven to continue to exist? Impossible, right?

Ah also! A half-demon, half-fallen angel child is about to be born.

[lunartearrose-artblog]

Oc kiss week 25 - Reunion!

Ocs: Delta (human), Ceto Charybdis (monster)

Many life events happened, so I'm a day behind... but here's a blurb under the cut!

My heart was broken for the longest time. 

I'd bleed and bleed, wanting. Not understanding the love that was given to me. How many had loved me, and do love me. 

I love Delta. Everything they do, every bit of the person they are. For the longest time, I thought I was hiding in the form of something they only enjoyed. I knew not that they saw through my ruse from the very beginning - loving me back, even as the Titan I am. The monster I am.

Charybdis is my experiment Designation. Ceto is my name - the one Delta gave me.

I knew not that they let themselves be captured to hide me. For my sake. Not until it was too late.

I searched to the point of madness, unable to penetrate the tower they were chained in - not until I accepted help of those who understood the advanced world around me. 

I met many special people. I found someone with the power to destroy - one who honed it into something stronger than I've ever seen. 

When i saw what the monster that took delta did, I nearly vanished into my madness - my anger, my loneliness.

He destroyed the part of me that couldn't accept the love i was given.

He made me understand that despair wasn't the answer. That my Delta needed me more than ever.  

We freed Delta - he and his friends convinced me to hide at his home - far, safe from the tower's evil. With a strange older woman that could make medicine to help Delta heal.

Delta was weak for a bit. They'd cry at their hair, so I cut it the length I remembered - washed out the black dye staining it as best I could. 

Their fathers stopped by soon after I contacted them with my coordinates. They gave Delta back the clothes they loved - even their special headphones were returned, once they got some treatments they needed to be okay. 

For a while, Delta was confused. They couldn't remember people they knew. I was helping them in my small, animal-like form for most of the day… and I cannot speak well in that form. 

As night fell, and Delta was helped to bed… they began to cry.

 Their heart, their pain - it always bounced through everyone. Thanks to their power - Oroboros, their fathers named it - I could easily feel the pain they felt.

“It hurts… I'm scared… I…” Delta had cried, “Wh-what if I wake up there again… I don't wanna go back…!”

For a moment I worried about scaring them. Their tears already forced some tears from me as well. But I needed to talk to them. Let them know it's okay. 

I grew. Shedding my smaller form.

“Delta… I won't let him get you again. It's okay.” I told them.

They stared up at me with wide eyes. I dwarfed them easily, the glow of the tips of my limbs illuminating their unique eyes in such a pretty way… one gold and warm, taking in the world around, the other cold and silver, mirroring any light that shone their way. 

My hands were big enough now, In my true form, to hold their whole body. So, using the smallest tendril I could form, I wiped at their tears.

“I know you don't remember. That's ok. But you were always protecting me. Loving me. So I'll do that for you, too. He will never be able to hurt you again… for as long as I'm by your side. And if you ever get lost… I'll always find you.” I said. 

They kept staring. I felt… warmth in their cheeks. Then, in their power… recognition.

“Ceto…” Delta called my name.

My heart feels as if it melts. It's been so long since they've called my name…

They ran into my arms. I held them close. My heart bubbles and melts, their heart mixing with mine as they held me as tight as they could. 

Through Oroboros, I could know… they felt so safe. Even if they still hurt, even if they still were a little nervous… I was making them feel safe.

I kissed Delta gently on the head, just to feel their heart melt more.

“Ceto… Ceto…! I missed you so much…!”

“I'm here, Delta. I'm here."

No matter what they remember or forget. No matter the distance that separated us. No matter how the tide pulls us apart, nor any obstacles we face.

I will be Delta's Ceto, and Delta will be my Delta.

[prodshima]

love languages (two) 𖤐

warnings: signs of mental instability (?), idk but that's about it, it's all just fluff <3 tell me if i missed anything :)

characters: kuroo & hajime

notes: in honor of me turning seventeen today, here is the part two of love languages! <3 i hope im not too rusty crusty haha :D!

-> click here for: [ part one ]

kuroo tetsuro - acts of service

kuroo tetsuro is a man who never fails to reach the book men level of standard.

you think that maybe he’s not actually real and some kind of illusion, because how could be a man be so perfect?

well, apparently he is and you must’ve saved multiple planets because for whatever reason— he’s your boyfriend in this universe.

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“baby? i brought you your favorite coffee and some pastries” the said man says as he pushes the bedroom door open

you quickly turn around to the sweet voice of your boyfriend, he’s wearing the biggest grin on his face that reciprocates yours while holding up your favorite coffee in his hand and bread on the other

just like a child when they’re given their favorite stash of candy.

“matcha latte?” you scramble away from your where you’re sat in to where he is, kicking away the scattered tissue boxes and paper bags

kuroo chuckles, pecking your forehead lightly “mhm, you got it, baby. you feeling better now?”

you nod, “uh uh, i’m doing okay now, just doing my physics assignments to catch up for tomorrow and i still have some cleaning to do… i think im gonna get sick again if i don’t”

sounds of laughter fills up the room as the both of you glance around the room, looking at each other again with a scrunch

“i’ll help you clean up and don’t overwork yourself, okay? don’t wanna see my baby getting sick again” kuroo laughs as he pinches your cheek before moving to sit on your bed, reaching into his bag

“oh and here’s your physics and maths notes, baby, i figured i could use my vacants to attend a couple of your missed classes” sounds of rustling follows as he hands you neatly highlighted papers

your mouth drops open in shock

just the thought that your boyfriend chose to spend his free time writing notes for his sick partner and listened to professors ramble for god knows how long instead of enjoying his once-in-a-lifetime rest hours

kuroo knows how much you struggle with these classes, not to mention that you’ve missed a couple days because of how sick you got.

“god, you didn’t have to do all that but thank you so much, tetsu, i love you a lot” you snake your hands around his neck to pull him down, kissing his lips

“well i got my reward, didn’t i?”

he smirks

sneaky little shit.

iwaizumi hajime - words of affirmation

it’s one of those days again.

those days where your ugly thoughts are winning over you and swallowing you whole, leaving you in a state of insecurity about yourself and your relationship with other people

it’s crazy how doubt can take over those positive thoughts you’ve tried to build over the months, only for it to be ruined by some evil monster inside your head that’s so against seeing you happy— there’s only so much you can do and you hate to think that it has succeeded.

but then iwaizumi hajime is always there to protect you.

he becomes your personal shield from all those monsters with just his words, his words that have seems to always save you from getting those thoughts into your head

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“darling, is there something wrong?” hajime asks, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, worry evident on his face

how come he always knows even when you don’t say anything?

you wonder how, when it’s actually the silence that concerns him, he knows that you love making small talks with him just as he loves hearing your voice when you ramble about your day

it has become a part of your routine at this point, whether it's about your annoying professors, how you almost tripped over something, and even just about a cute dog you saw for two seconds on the street

and he's also powerhouse setter for god's sake, he's always perceptive and is quick when it comes to body languages and whatever happens around him

“it’s nothing, haj, i'm fine. just a little bit tired from school.” you whisper as you tiptoe to give him a kiss but instead, a gasp is forced out of you as he carries you bridal style into to the bedroom

hajime kicks through the door, still rubbing circles on your leg. he knows you're not feeling good and just don't wanna be a "hindrance", but to him, nothing and no one is more important than you

and you know this, but those ugly thoughts just disagrees and wants you to be miserable about every little thing. you hate that no matter what you do, they still manage push their way in and ruin your day

hajimes kisses your forehead and the tip of your nose lightly, "i don't wanna force you to talk about it if you're not ready just yet but remember that i'm all ears, okay? i love you so much, baby, you're perfect for me, always and whatever's bothering you is our problem, mhm?"

he must be an angel— you think, he's always patient with you and doesn't belittle you for having your moments of weaknesses that he says is a disguise of strength and that you being there with him despite everything makes you one of the bravest people out there

perhaps, he is — and you're one lucky person to be able to call him yours.

[isaaaxqii]

still with you ✧.* - gojo

summary : in which you find comfort and love in your boyfriend, gojo satoru, at a low point in your life.

** : fluff, a little angst :(

note : hi guys !! i obv haven’t written before but i wanna try since i have nothing to do😢 don’t expect this to gain a lot of attention LMAO i just wanna past time but if u like my post then yipee 💗

< 9.37pm >

“i’m home!”

hearing that familiar voice ringing through the hallway, you cannot help but wipe your tears away as fast as you could. you can’t let him see you crying like this. you can’t make him worried.

gojo opens the door to your shared bedroom, noticing you sitting on the floor, which was weird when there was a bed behind you. he could immediately sense that something was wrong with you today. there was red surrounding your eyes, cheeks and nose, and tears stained on his hoodie that you were wearing.

however, you did your best to put on a smile, followed by a “welcome back home” in a shaky voice.

he puts down his bag, and sits down on the floor beside you, then pulling you in by the waist. you rested your head on his shoulder, starting to feel like it was harder to stop yourself from letting your tears flow again. nevertheless, you did your best as you didn’t want to worry him.

despite your efforts, satoru gojo was always one step ahead and could read you like a book.

“y/n. i’m not forcing you to, but please tell me what’s on your mind. because i love you. share some of your worries with me.” he says as he looks down on your figure with a concerned gaze.

you knew it was coming after he sat down on the floor with you, but you still couldn’t contain your tears. you gripped onto his shirt, crying softly with your head in his chest, creating stains on it. he held you close, with his hand rubbing comforting circles on your back while the other combs through your hair with his fingers. he places his chin on your head, whispering sweet nothings to calm you down.

“i just.. can’t deal with my problems on my own. people know me as an independent and cheerful person, but i can’t be cheerful everytime, right? i try my best to be what others think of me, but i can’t. i don’t find myself useful anymore.”

your words made you cry harder. gojo could sense his heart breaking upon seeing you like this. he wanted to protect you from all the curses and evil thoughts in this world, but even as the strongest, he couldn’t do so. thus, the most he could do was to comfort and love you.

“but i don’t think that way. you’re the strongest person in the world to me. and even the strongest has their bad days, but thats okay. because i’m here for you, and i love you.”

gojo guides you up onto the bed, then goes to change into more comfortable clothes. when he comes back, he finds you asleep, cuddling his pillow. he cannot help but giggle softly at the sight and took a few pictures to save in his folder dedicated to you. he climbs onto the bed and holds your body close to his, as if you would disappear if he’d let go. you snuggled into his chest for warmth, hugging him tight.

“i’ll always be here for you, my love. no matter what happens, my love for you will never change.”

wraps up my first writing !! not the best but as i said i wanted to pass time 😓😓 thank you for reading 🤍

[hendersister]

panic

summary: you and steve find jason and his friends outside your house, looking for dustin...

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

title 🎵: panic by the smiths

It’s happening again. There’s been some mysterious deaths in Hawkins over the last couple of days. The police think that your little brother’s friend, Eddie Munson, is the murderer. But he’s not. In reality, the thing responsible for these deaths is an evil entity from the Upside Down named Vecna. 

You can’t go to the police with the truth. Now that Hopper is gone, you have no allies left in the Hawkins Police Department. They would never believe you…so you, Steve, Dustin, Robin, Max, Nancy and Lucas have teamed up to stop Vecna yourselves.

While the others lay low and regroup at Nancy’s place, you and Steve go on a quick supply run to your house. You’re picking up extra walkie talkies, batteries, some snacks, and anything else that might be useful. Your mom is out at work during this time, which means that you’ll be able to get in and out quickly without raising any questions.

You and Steve take his car to your house. As Steve pulls up your driveway, you notice another car parked in your mom’s designated spot. You have no idea who that car belongs to.

“What the hell?” you raise your eyebrows.

Then you see Jason Carver banging loudly on the front door. His two jock friends, Patrick and Andy, are looking inside your home. They’re holding a wrench and a baseball bat. Your eyes widen. Whatever these guys are doing here, it can’t be good…

Steve parks his car alongside Jason’s and you both get out. 

“HEY!” you shout to get the jocks’ attention. 

You walk towards Jason to confront him. Steve stays by your side. 

“What are you doing at my house?” 

Jason puts his hands up in defense.

“Hey, Y/N. Relax! We’re not here to cause any trouble,” he smiles, putting on the charm offensive. 

Steve nods to Patrick and Andy.

“Then why do they have weapons?” your boyfriend questions Jason.

“We’re looking for Eddie Munson-” Jason begins, before you cut him off.

“Well, you got the wrong house! He isn’t here,” you shake your head.

“I know that freak isn’t here,” Jason sighs, and then, “We heard your little brother Dustin was looking for him too. We just wanna talk to him… to see if he found Eddie.” 

You shrug, trying your best not to react. You know where Eddie and Dustin are but you can’t let anything slip or they might get hurt.

“You just wanna talk?” you raise your eyebrows, suspicious. 

“Yeah, a little friendly neighborhood chat,” Andy snickers.

You take a deep breath. You don’t trust these guys at all and you’re worried they will hurt Dustin. As Dustin’s big sister, you can’t let anything happen to him. You’re still trying to figure out how to respond when-

“We haven’t seen him,” Steve says in a low, serious voice.

You give Steve an appreciative look. He’s just as protective of your little brother as you are. That’s one of the many things you love about Steve.

“Y/N?” Jason nods to you.

“I don’t know where Dustin is,” you tell Jason.

Jason shakes his head. He’s not convinced. He believes you and Steve know more than what you’re letting on.

“Look, we’re not killers like Eddie! We just wanna find him and get him to admit his crime. Dustin could help us catch a murderer,” Jason tries, as he begins to slowly approach you. 

You cross your arms against your chest, standing your ground. Steve keeps his eyes on Jason, making sure he doesn’t make a move against you. 

“Dustin can’t help you. He barely knows Eddie. And I don’t know who told you that Dustin was looking for Eddie, but they were wrong,” you lie.

Jason looks you up and down and then takes another step towards you, standing uncomfortably close.

“You know where your brother is don’t you, Y/N? What do you have to hide?”

Your boyfriend suddenly steps in between you and Jason.

“You heard what she said. We don’t know where Dustin is. Now you need to leave,” Steve warns Jason.

“C’mon, Steve!” Jason shrugs, frustrated.

Steve shakes his head.

“Get out of here,” he coolly replies.

Jason and Steve stare each other down. You can cut the tension with a knife. After a super tense moment, Jason backs off.

“Let’s go,” he nods to the other jocks.

Jason, Andy and Patrick leave. You and Steve can hear them talk as they walk towards Jason’s car.

“So, now what?” Patrick asks.

“We keep looking. The town’s not that big. Only so many places these freaks can burrow,” Jason answers through gritted teeth.

Your eyes widen. You meet Steve’s gaze and exchange knowing looks. This could be trouble. You need to warn your little brother fast before something bad happens.

[saintlevrant]

For my prize, literally anything Inarizaki related💕

£ hcs of Inarizaki losing their kid(s) in a public or not so public area! enjoy!

tw: language, but sfw! :) children, mentions of kidnapping and abduction, panicking, & fluff! a name wheel decided the gender of the kids! tell me if I looked over something!

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£ Happens at a festival, which has got to be the worst place to lose anything... EVER.

£ The thing is that he let go of his kid's hand to buy her she wanted from the vendor. Then, he turned around to give her the little Hello Kitty plushie she asked for and–

£ She wasn't there?!

£ The worst-case scenario is the first thing that comes to his mind:

£ His kid was just kidnapped! Somebody swooped her up and ran off!! >:0

£ Drops whatever he was doing and immediately starts calling her name.

£ Oh, man. how was he gonna tell you that he lost your kid?

£ Hold on, you were with them when she went missing.

£ Definitely takes him a while to realize you're not there either, but when he realizes, he deadass freaks out.

£ Cause they took you TOO?

£ They fr just abducted his little family???

£ Bro starts wailing and yodeling both of your names, and the bypassers are wondering why there's a grown ass man crying and holding a Hello Kitty plushie.

"Aran, what are you crying for?"

£ His head whips around so fast that he almost gets whiplash, and he runs over to scoop you both up in a big bear hug.

£ You could barely make out what he was saying through his hiccups, but you told him that you had to take your 4 year old to the bathroom because she had to use the bathroom.

£ He ultimately feels silly for crying over nothing and holds his little girl even tighter.

"Aw, dry your tears away, papa!"

£ For some reason, the tears fall even more.

£ Moral of the story: going to the bathroom is a family activity.

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£ On his farm cause he becomes an extremely cautious parent once he steps off his property with his son.

£ He loses his kid in the most sensible way: playing hide-and-seek.

£ Ngl, he's a protective parent, so if he searches for the kid in 4 places and still can't find him, he starts getting anxious.

£ Once that happens, he calmly asks you to help him find him. He literally:

"Ya wanna help look for 'im, love? We should give 'im a good ticklin' when we find 'im."

£ Now, you think it's a game, but he's secretly on high alert. Heightened senses and all.

£ Saying he's on the prowl sounds crazy, but he's fr on the prowl. 💀💀

£ He's sniffing his son out like a wolf, and he's so close to his son’s hiding place.

£ The anticipation is getting to the 6 year old, and he stays hidden for as long as he can. Well, until his bladder betrays him.

£ The poor boy fr comes out from his hiding spot sloshing in his wellies.

"Um, dad. I... had an accident."

£ If you've played an intense game of hide-and-seek, you know what I mean.

£ Kita feels so BAD cause he hounded the urine out of his son, but at the same time, he's glad the boy wasn’t lost.

£ You both reassure him that it's okay and help him waddle to the house.

£ Big W for Kita.

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£ Dude would probably lose his kids in his own house.

£ Very clingy with his kids, so if they leave his sight for a second, he believes he lost them.

£ Just for the record, they're twins; one girl and one boy. Fate chose him.

£ He most likely lost his kids when he turned his back to them to fix them a snack. Then, he turned back around, and they had VANISHED.

£ One word to describe this man: HYSTERICAL.

£ Immediately, bro throws the snacks and frantically searches for them.

£ Cause where could they be?? How far could they go in that short time he'd turned around?

£ Checks nearly the whole house. Their bedrooms, the living room, the bathroom, and the kitchen. He even checks outside.

£ He comes back in after running himself ragged for at least an hour, but to no avail. That must mean...

£ EVIL SPIRITS CAME AND PREYED ON THEIR SWEET INNOCENT SOULS.

£ Yes, he's highly superstitious.

£ Ends up making the executive to march upstairs and consult with you.

£ He gets to your shared room and BURSTS through the door; almost slammed the shit off its hinges.

"Hun, they took 'em! Dammit! I warned 'em 'bout evil that dwells in the dark! The haints, sum'n paranormal!"

"Jeez, Atsu, can you quiet down? They just crashed. Tell me what the parnormal took with your inside voice."

£ Automatically notices that your kids are lying down with you, and all of his worries wash away.

£ He brushes the whole ordeal off his shoulder like a grain of salt and tells you nevermind.

£ This situation has occurred more than once.

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[vinbitism]

Patrick and Michael hcs

for @freezingmcxn

These two are WAYYYYY more different than Evan and wow it makes me sick.

If Patrick was possessing another body, he would be pulling Michael into the biggest hug he could.

They're dynamic is something that is so special to me, something that is so gentle yet violent, but they know how to work with each other and its just so nice to see.

Michael is more than a vessel to Patrick, Michael is a friend. Michael is everything.

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Patrick wants to take care of Michael, he wants to keep him safe, he needs everyone to understand that he's only doing what's best for MICHAEL.

it's not about anyone else, they don't matter. they're disposable, they don't matter the way Michael does, they are important like Michael.

Patrick is in his head like a guardian angel, something there to protect and guide him, all while rotting him from the inside out.

And Michael loves Patrick, it took him awhile to separate himself from him, but once he did, he found things to be just so much easier.

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I'm so taking this from my mutual but, Michael and Patrick definitely have conversations in public through typing on the computer or writing stuff down on a little notebook Michael keeps around with.

Patrick will talk in his head, or take control of his hand and they'll have conversations. it doesn't always have to be about how to defeat Slenderman or figure out the whole clock thing. It could just be casual stuff, Like about how Michael is doing mentally. Did he eat? Patrick knows Michael didn't eat.

Michael doesn't exactly make friends easy, and he's always got Patrick to rely on. Patrick is always going to be there and he's always going to understand everything that Michael has gone through. Sometimes Michael thinks about what it'd be like to sit down face to face with Patrick, to be able to actually be in his presence.

Michael wouldn't want human Patrick of course, he would the true form, which to me, is wolf like, like HABITS or it would atleast be some sort of humanoid animal thing.. (maybe like an owl. An owl dragon fly type situation idk. they're just so Patrick to me.)

But he would want the real Patrick and he would want to be able to thank him for everything face to face, he knows that Patrick did everything he could, that he isn't evil.

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Patrick is not human, he's not Michael, he's not related to Michael, he's PART of him the same way HABIT is part of Evan. But Patrick learned to adapt with Michael, he learned to communicate with him, he learned to be kind and he learned pain and regret thanks to Michael.

And Michael learned that HE is not human. and he learned he doesn't exactly hate violence. He doesn't exactly mind the way Patrick causes destruction, because it gives him something to feel. something he can hold on to.

Some guy could say something rude to Michael at a bar and Patrick will take over in seconds, slamming his face into the bar and kicking him out of his stool.

and Michael will feel GREAT after. nothing gets his adrenaline pumping more than the way it feels when Patrick takes over him..the phantom feeling of his fist hitting someones face could last on his skin for hours and it would have Michael itching for something more. Which is probably a reason Michael likes to get high all the time, he doesn't wanna always feel the need to be violent.

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(Tw. self harm mention. I bring it up bc it's canon)

If it's not other people he's hurting, Michael will be hurting himself, especially if Patrick isn't present in his head all. whenever Michael is all alone by himself, he can barely TOLERATE IT. Somehow Patrick would always show up in his head just in time and he'd help speed up the healing process and he'd get all concerned and try to suggest maybe Michael needs the ward again but Michael HATES the ward.

So instead Michael will just tell Patrick all his problems and Patrick will give the best advice he can, and if someone hurt Michael, Patrick will make SURE he takes care of them.

They have something so calm and domestic going on and I love that for them.

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MY ASKS ARE OPEN!! FOR ANYONE SND ANY SLENDERVERSE CHARACTER.!!

I hope you guys enjoy these. comments are appreciated :3