#I'm barely at home long enough to like. eat. when I'm not fully passed out

[straytravelor]

Hello!

I know you just posted the dbf!actor!bucky fic not too long ago but I was wondering…

Could you possibly make some kind of part 2 where the reader’s dad finds out eventually? Like maybe it’s about a year later and maybe they get caught together or he just finally puts two and two together.

Thanks!

Part One

Part two of dbf!actor!Bucky x fem!reader

Words: <1k

Warnings: none

Summary: Finally spilling your secret to your dad

    You thought the change would've been obvious to everyone. Bucky was not subtle by any means, and you always seemed to find him in a crowd, sticking to his side. Yet, nobody talked about it.

    After your first night together, you expected your dad, or anyone really, to just know. You were still wearing his shirt when you got home the next morning, marks barely hidden by the neckline. When you walked in the living room to talk to your dad, you were picking at the skin around your fingers, waiting for him to blow up in your face.

    But it never happened.

    He went on as if nothing was different.

    For a while, it almost upset you. How could nobody notice such a significant difference? Did they really pay that little attention to you?

    Bucky's take on it was what made you change your mind, though. You brought it up after going out for a night in town and wanting to show him off. You wanted people to see what you scored and know he was yours, but nobody said anything. He listened to every concern you had, hugging you to his chest as he countered, "If others see us as not being any different, then we don't have to worry about being sneaky. We can still be us. And they can all mind their own business. "

    His statement replayed in your head all of the time, but it ate away at you that you weren't yelling it from every street corner. Truthfully, who wouldn't want to? He was a silver fox, to say the least. Anybody would be lucky to have him in their life. It took all of your willpower not to shout it from the rooftops and tell every person you met.

    At some point, however, the guilt of not telling your dad became too much. It felt like you were sneaking behind his back, and even as a fully grown woman, you felt bad. The feeling almost reminded you of stealing your dad's favorite snack from the cabinet as a kid and confessing later because you didn't have the heart to lie.

    The moment came about 6 months after you and Bucky first got together. He wanted to take you out to dinner to celebrate the anniversary, so you dressed up. Wearing the fanciest clothes you owned, a little tote bag, and even a new lipstick, you went to check on your dad before leaving. You found him in the kitchen making a smoothie.

    "You look awful fancy. Where are you off to?" His goofy smile was contagious. You couldn't help the grin that spread across your own face.

    "I'm going with Bucky to eat dinner," you explained.

    "Sounds fun. Have a great night!"

    Your smile faltered a little, and you hesitated to start leaving. Your heart felt like it was in your stomach. His eyebrows furrowed, immediately noticing the change, "What's wrong, sweety?"

    A second passed as you tried to gather your thoughts, "Do you really not mind?"

    "Mind what?"

    His genuine confusion made you feel worse, "That I'm going to dinner with Bucky."

    He laughed a little, as if the question was completely absurd, "James is a good man, I trust him to watch after you long enough to eat," he joked.

    You chewed on the skin of your lip, trying to put words to what you were feeling, "But it's just me and him. We're having dinner. Together."

    His smile dropped a little, not understanding what your point was, "Yeah, that's what I figured. Is something up? Do you need to tell me something?"

    "Nothing's wrong, I just-" you glanced away, biting again at your lip before continuing, "-what if it's not just platonic? What if it's him taking me on a date?"

    Sympathy flashed across his features as he understood what you had been worried about. He stepped up to you and wrapped you in his own signature bear hug, "Honey, I already know. I've known since the night you stayed over there and came back with his shirt. He's a good man, and I've never seen you this happy. All I want is for you to be safe and enjoy your life, and if you've found that in him, I'm not going to step in."

    You squeezed him and whispered, "Thank you." You stayed like that a moment until a thought crossed your mind that made you separate, "So it's not weird? Like, you're okay that he's your friend and also dating me?"

    He thought a moment and tilted his head, "Honestly? It is kinda weird, but if he treats you right and this is what you want, then it's not my place to judge."

    You giggled at his forwardness and gave him one last hug before you started to leave, "Thanks, dad, it's nice to know you have my back."

    As you left, he called out, "Be safe!"

    You ran ecstatically to Bucky, who was leaning against his passenger car door in your driveway. You couldn't wait to tell him everything, knowing it meant forever. No need to hide or leave out the truth. You were free to shout from the rooftops as loudly as you pleased, and you weren't going to give up that chance.

[wolven91]

Cooking For Humans

Nepeltor loved cooking.

As an esquinine, she was drawn to the more pleasant hobbies in life, both for her own happiness and other people's, more so than the average being. She found great joy in being able to provide a service to others that caused such a positive emotional surge. As a strong natural psychic, she had the ability to 'sip' at strong emotions and enjoy them as a one would a drink.

For the unshielded, she was exposed to all emotions, but it was the greater ones, or those felt more strongly that she recognised above the usual din.

Anger, frustration, disgust, or hatred were the ones she avoided where she could, instead deliberately seeking out positive ones instead.

A favoured pass time was lingering near spaceport greeting lounges where long lost partners, families or friends would meet again, rush into one another's arms and embrace with an outpouring of love, joy and relief. It was like standing just off from a planet's coast, until the water reached her shoulders. The ebb and flow of the water would rock her back and forth. Likewise, the relief of seeing one that you had missed was enough for her to physically waver, stood in the middle of the expansive room.

That was until she happened to be in the same café as a human when they got their meal. The creature was one of the new additions, and seemingly was mentally grumbling that they had not eaten anything other than nutrient cubes for a while. Nepeltor grimaced herself, she'd lived off nutrient cubes once; tasteless, boring and a chore to eat. No wonder the human relished the middling quality meal as if it was fine dining.

The esquinine telepath had met no other race in the cosmos that seemed to have such a reaction to their meal.

Even before they started on their plate, the anticipation bled into her readily. When the first bite was taken, she was glad she was seated as the sheer, unadulterated, euphoria that washed over her and hit like a tidal wave. Each bite blinded her like no other. Not even the ursidains could match the depths of the emotion's the human was feeling at this second.

It was the very next day, Nepeltor applied for her culinary licence.

Just short of a year later, she applied for a location for a new food stall on the station. Directly next to the new arrivals exit.

She didn't need much, in the end just space for 5 or so mid-sized creatures... 'humans' she hoped. They were rare, but she noticed a steady appearance of one or two as they made their way across. This station must have been one of the secretive layovers for the valuable species.

Her stall was barely more than a hot plate and space for her ingredients behind the counter, with a bench in front and an eating shelf for the customers.

Perhaps it would be frowned upon to have stolen an idea from the human. Perhaps they would have agreed to give their permission if she had asked, but in the end, Nepeltor made a new meal that was a human specialty in the hope it would lure the new species in with tastes of their former home. 'Noodles', chives, meat and an egg. Throw in some other bits and bats before serving with a smile.

It was several weeks before the first human appeared. By then she was fully invested in her work and had been forced to plan a handful of other stalls opening, manned by hires. The human 'noodles' were a hit, a brand new taste sensation in a galaxy that had tried 'everything' already.

The esquinine at this point wasn't thinking that a human would arrive, instead focusing on her work of slicing vegetables ready for the next fresh pot. She had served the two newcomers as she had anyone else, with barely a thought thanks to the rush.

"God I'm starving!"

"I know, can't get a good meal anywhere here, did that guy genuinely suggest we eat rocks?"

The first voice replied but was muffled as he slurped a heaping of noodles into his mouth.

"At least this place has normal foo-" His dramatic halt gave pause for the other human, before the one that had taken a bite 'mm'd in pleasure as he immediately began eating with gusto.

Nepeltor however, was rocked out of her zen 'flow' state of working and knew instantly that she had done well. From a gnawing hunger radiating from the other side of the counter, like a grenade exploding right in front of her face; a mixture of desire, greed, pleasure and even love bloomed in front of her until she stumbled and had to lean against her counter just to stop her knees from buckling.

What was interesting was that over time, one by one, each human ended up emitting the same few handfuls of emotions, which was an experience every time and not only did they love her food, there was a hint that they had associated her with her food and she herself was the target of their outpouring of positive emotions. It was directed at her, rather than just passive.

In the end she became famous amongst humans traveling that route.

She had the opportunity to expand, become an administrator, be rich and never have to work again with her stalls setting up shop everywhere, but she would lose access to be there when they took that first bite with ecstasy. Not to mention, if she expanded too much, she would be less likely to see the humans if they weren't forced to come see her and her stall specifically.

[sirmidezz]

John Rambo x reader (platonic)

Prompt: John Rambo reminiscing over his childhood after witnessing some drunk dude yell at a cashier.

I honestly got impatient even though I barely posted my small essay not even 10 minutes before writing this, anyways come eat your food kids, ya get a full course in the span of one day.

Warnings: Trauma, PTSD, Child abuse, mentions of alcohol abuse, Foul language.

It was grocery day, every once a month when John got out of the house. The only time John ever left the house, unless it was to go to work. (Y/N) stayed at home to clean, trusting that John would be ok in town by himself this time.

John glanced down at the list, reading over all he needed to get before grabbing a shopping cart and heading out to the aisles. John insisted that he would remember every thing (Y/N) said they needed, that he didn't need to carry around a list, but (Y/N) was persistent.

John managed to finish getting most of what the list said in a short amount of time, as he was about to grab his 3rd to last item he noticed some yelling from the front of the store where the cashier's were. Curiosity got the best of John and he went over to see what was going on.

Some drunk man was yelling at the cashier about the price range on his six pack of beer and jar of pickles, trying to negotiate with the cashier and getting livid when his attempt failed.

John rolled his eyes slightly and continued back to his shopping spree. Before johnny could fully leave the area the man let out a scream and chucked the jar of pickles to the floor while spitting out profanities.

Suddenly the hairs on John's arms stood up, he froze slightly, a small memory passing through his mind, one he thought he could forget since it had been so long, one that seemed to set him on edge, one just as painful as any other memory he dared not to reminisce over.

In the blink of an eye John found himself driving back to the house, forgetting the groceries. He didn't think he would remember those times, those times before Vietnam, when the war was inside his own house.

"You worthless piece of shit! Can't even sweep the floors right! Just like your damn mother!" Yelled reeves as he layed hits on a more younger John, knocking him to the floor. John covered his face, not wanting to show that he was crying. "Fucking sissy! Take the fucking hits like a man should! Your not a little bitch your old enough to grow a pair!"

The loud tapping on the window was enough to pull John from his thoughts. (Y/N) Looked into the car, worry all over their face as John managed to zone in and out of reality. "Johnny? Can you hear me?" (Y/N) Spoke softly, a very notable difference from what went on in John's mind.

John managed to get back to his bearings. He had been parked in the driveway of the house for about a good 10 minutes staring off into space. (Y/N) Went over to the passenger side and opened the door. John didn't say anything, he felt like a small kid again, he felt so weak.

After about a good moment of silence (Y/N) spoke up. "You have been parked out here for some time now, you wanna tell me what is going on?" John shook his head, a stray tear escaping his right eye. (Y/N) Understood, they knew it was best to not push it, especially when John was like this. They couldn't help but at least care for their roomie. "You want a hug?" John nodded this time, feeling safe enough to want to be held.

(Y/N) leaned over and wrapped their arms around John's shoulders. John held them back tightly, burying his face onto their shoulder. John let out silent sobs as (Y/N) consoled him. They just softly rubbed his back in a soothing manner, comforting John the best they could.

Soon John's sobs slowly turned into sniffs. He managed to pull back after some time, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. "I'm sorry about the groceries," mumbled John. (Y/N) Softly let out a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it johnny, we have tomorrow. I'm just worried about you, ok? Nothing else bothers me." (Y/N) Then softly cupped John's face, rubbing their thumb slightly. "Let's go back inside, we still have the stuff to make spaghetti, would you like spaghetti?"

John smiled a bit, he couldn't help but feed off the positivity from (Y/N). "I would like spaghetti." Said John before the two got out of the car and went back inside.

As (Y/N) began boiling the water John smiled and looked over to them.

"Thank you (Y/N), for everything."

"Anytime johnny, anytime."

[guillotinesandroses]

Blemished By Life; Chapter 2 - Pitch Black Stare

Tokyo Revengers Reader Insert, Gender Neutral Isekai'd Reader

Blemished By Life Masterlist

There is nothing in the dark abyss. 

As your eyes blink open, a veil of dark silk- or maybe just a wooden ceiling- drapes gently over your fragile being. A soft blanket covers you, shielding from the chilly breeze caressing your exposed face. The room is small yet homely and the couch you rest on comfortable in spite of its rough surface. 

However, as your eyes adjust, a shadowy figure comes to light in the corner of the room. Its eyes shine a menacing pale glow as it sits, watching, and silent. 

"...That's creepy as fuck." 

"That's mean..." The figure slumps depressingly, hanging its head low. "...I even waited to bring you food and everything..." 

"Food?" You spring up from the couch. 

"You only care about me when I have something to offer you? How cruel..." He mumbles, then laughed softly at the nervous shift in your eyes. "I'm just kidding." 

He hands you a bowl with a grin on his face. "Eat up, you've gotta be hungry." 

For a moment you hesitate. Someone you barely know being so kind out of the blue is strange. Even though he has not shown any signs of having bad intentions, you are not yet entirely convinced he does not have ulterior motives, or that you were not kidnapped. However, the burning hunger coursing through your stomach in a rumble forces you to shove down your cautious act. 

You snatch the bowl from his hold and grab the chopsticks, picking up a vegetable from the soup. A moment of guarded staring at it passes until you shove the vegetable into your mouth and carefully chew it into bits. The warm food does not taste weird. Actually, it is delicious, taste amplified by your hunger. Bit by bit, you begin to greedily scarf down the soup from your plate, intent on leaving nothing behind. 

Shinichiro chuckles at your antics, leaning his head onto his hand. 

"Sorry you got such a small room," he says, "we don't really have anything else." 

In all honesty, you have not paid a single thought to how exactly your living situation here would turn out. You were fully prepared to sleep on a living room couch or even a cellar floor as long as it was not outside. So, with the prompt to do so from Shinichiro, you finally take a proper glance around your brand new living quarters. 

Just like he said, the place is very small. The old couch you are sitting on reached from one side of the room to the other and the drawer he sits on is shoved so close to the door that it can barely be opened. Other than that, the cramped closet is filled to the brim with all kinds of junk, from cardboard boxes to a coat hanger shoved to the side with old martial arts equipment and motorcycle parts littered all over the place.

Even so, it is infinitely more than what were expecting, bringing a smile to your face. "Yo, I get a whole room for myself?"

"Sweet! That's so fucking cool!" You grin brightly. 

"Oi! Watch your language!" 

"Psh, what are you, the cursing police?" 

"Like I said earlier, a kid as young as you shouldn't be doing that." 

"So, how old do I need to be to curse?" 

"You're missing the point..." he groans. 

The two of you go back and forth for a while about whether or not you should be allowed to swear. Neither one of you wins, which leads to a silence settling over the room. You finish chewing down the last bits of food and hand the bowl back to him. Then you proceeded to sit, uncharacteristically quiet as you fiddle with your fingers. There is something you truly want to say but given your obnoxious and bashful nature, you find it difficult to do. 

"Hey, you went quiet out of nowhere. Is everything alright?" 

You keep fiddling with your fingers and avert your gaze even as you finally gather up the nerves to speak. Quiet as a whisper, you mumble, "...Thanks... for the food." 

That is all you end up saying, but even that small expression of gratitude is enough to make him beam with happiness. 

"Aww, you do have some manners!"

He stands up from the drawer and noogies your head as you squirm in his surprisingly weak hold. 

"RELEASE ME AT ONCE, YOU WENCH!" 

"Wench?" He laughs. 

"Yes! You're a wench!" You point at him aggressively after getting out of his grasp. 

"Kid, you've got a surprisingly big vocabulary for you age." 

"And you're surprisingly weak for your age! I pried your arm off of me like it was a wet noodle!" 

"Ouch-!" An arrow practically pierces his chest at being called weak by a little kid. 

And just like that, the calm atmosphere is utterly destroyed once again. 

However, you grow tired of the charade and wrap yourself up into the blankets again, shuffling your head comfortably onto a pillow. 

He stands up from the drawer again. "I've got a motorcycle I still wanna fix up today. You'll be fine on your own for a while, right?" 

You hum in response, half asleep, and he walks up to the door, saying a goodnight before shutting the door behind him. 

"Sleep well. I'm sure Manjiro would love to meet you." 

And indeed, given how intensely he stares at you the following day at the dinner table, you are pretty sure you could either believe that with 100% certainty, or deny that with 100% certainty. 

This is getting ridiculous. That is the only thought ringing in your head. 

You are being stared down by a baby-faced brat your age and you are losing the battle for dominance, badly. Eyes pinned onto the chair in front of you, you refuse to both meet his eyes or leave the room. No, your fragile pride is on the line here! 

Bit by bit you gather up the courage to meet the stare of this little bastard, but before you could do so, Shinichiro walks in. Manjiro instantly turns to him instead, giving you a second to breathe. 

"So, how were the eggs?" 

You avert your gaze; they were burnt as hell, but if there is one thing you do not want to be rude about, it is free food. Thankfully, someone else shares your opinion and voices it for you. 

"Horrible," Manjiro bluntly says, "but I'll forgive you for making them so poorly if you watch me train today! Nobody there's any challenge for me, obviously, but you'll still get to see me be awesome!" 

He's even more obnoxious than I am... you sweatdrop as he grins confidently. 

"Well, Manjiro, you see-" Shinichiro sits down to talk, but his ass barely even reaches the chair before an old man's shout rings through the air. 

"SHINICHIRO!!! GET OVER HERE AND FINISH DOING THE LAUNDRY!!" 

Shinichiro groans. "...COMING!" 

He stands up from the chair. "I'm sorry, Manjiro, but even if I didn't have my hands full with the Black Dragons at the moment, gramps would find a way to fill up my schedule," he grumbles the last part of the sentence. 

You tilt your head, wondering what the 'Black Dragons' is. Maybe it's a motorcycle shop..? He mentioned he's working part-time at one once. 

"You never have time anymore." Manjiro crosses his arms and pouts. 

"Now, now, don't start sulking!" Shinichiro ruffles his hair. "But hey, how about you take (Name) with you today instead? I'm sure they'd like to see how martial arts are supposed to be done!" 

You, who were in the middle of subtly sneaking away from the younger boy, freeze once your name gets mentioned, hand barely reaching for the doorknob. 

"C'mon, (Name), it won't be that bad!" Shinichiro chuckles.

"You're one to talk, you always run away from the dojo, too!" His brother pipes up. 

"Shh- shut it, Manjiro!" 

"SHINICHIROOO!!!" his grandfather yells again. 

"YEAH, YEAH, JUST GIVE ME A SECOND!" He shouts back. "Get along, you two! I need to get the damn laundry done." 

With that, he leaves you and Manjiro alone again, and a horribly heavy, pressuring silence falls among you once again. You are on the verge of sweating again, you just have a feeling the boy does not like you very much, for whatever reason. Granted, you can be annoying, but he has not even heard you utter one single word so far. You consciously calm your anxious breathing, maybe you are overthinking this and he does not actually dislike you. Maybe all you need is to start up a conversation, yeah, that should do the trick. 

"Hey-" you start, and he immediately turns around to walk off. "-eh?" 

"Follow me," he simply says. Then continues to leave. You blink and by the time you register what he said, the fast gremlin is at the other side of the room already. 

"Huh? Wait-" 

You scurry to follow after him and he swings a door open, crossing his arms. 

"Hurry up! I won't miss a chance to show off just because you're slow." 

"What is up with yo-" 

He does not give you an answer or even a chance to finish before walking off, still at the same stupidly fast pace. Now you are just irritated by his behavior, but keep following him with narrowed eyes and hands stuffed into your pockets since you have nothing else to do. 

The dojo itself looks just like any other one. Wooden floors with training mats placed above it, large windows letting in sunlight, traditional sliding doors and a couple of punching bags and training dummies at the side. The instructor seems to have left the children to their own devices since the lesson is ending, so they are doing their own things and practicing what they learned. A lot of them are doing well, but a handful not so much. 

One boy gets his shit wrecked by another doing roundhouse kick, crashing straight onto the floor. Another kid punches a training dummy incorrectly and winds up with a red, nearly lilac hand. A third dumbass is already sitting to the side with an ice pack over a very, very swollen and dark purple eye. You find your hands digging into your own arms for comfort, the injuries making you squeamish. 

"Ha! What a weak guy!" Manjiro laughs smugly at the kid who punched the training dummy incorrectly before turning to face you. "So, are you joining or what?" 

You sweatdrop at his casual attitude. "No thanks, I'm good." 

He shrugs. "Your loss!" 

And to your delight, he marches off away from you proudly with his chest puffed up. His overconfident demeanor does irradiate you, but at least you do not need to tolerate him any longer. You sit to the side and watch the dojo empty of kids, one by one. There is nothing at all to do, so you try to remember the dream you had last night instead, with no luck. 

Slowly, you rock back and forth in place. I'm so bored. I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm booooored- 

"Hey!" A new voice pipes up right next to you and lean backwards a bit too much and fall over. You are not hurt, but you decided to keep laying there anyway. 

"Yeah?" You ask and look up to see an unfamiliar kid your age, with dark brown, nearly black short hair and noticeably sharp teeth. 

"Manjiro told me you live with him now." 

"Uhh... yeah?" 

"That's so cool! You wanna come train with us?" 

"...No, thanks. I'm fine with just watching." 

"I told you (Name) wouldn't, 'cause they're lame!" 

Your eye twitches and since Manjiro has his back turned, you flip him off. The new boy snorts. 

"Huh? What's so funny?" Manjiro turns around, but your hand is already tucked behind your head as a pillow. 

"Nothin'. Hey, show me that jump front kick again! I wanna try to get it right this time!" The brunette walks towards the blonde boy and winks at you with a toothy grin. 

You return his grin with a smile. This dude is already infinitely better than Manjiro, and you do not even know his name yet. 

Manjiro trudges up to a training dummy and places his hands on his hips. "Okay, now watch carefully and learn, 'cause I'm only doing this one more time. It's a real, uh, prev... privilege to see a master like me at work, so pay attention!" 

The brown-haired boy deadpans at him with a twitching eye, a retort seemingly at the ready but he bites his tongue. You assume it is because Manjiro may not show him the kick otherwise. To get a better view you sit up, just to judge his performance as if you know a damn thing about martial arts. Really, you just want something else to make fun of him for than his overblown ego because he annoys you just that much. 

Manjiro stands back from the dummy and brings his hands up while steadying his legs, one at the front and other to the back.

In the next moment he flies through the air, right leg outstretched and other below, upper body leaned away from the target. The dummy is left violently shaking from the impact as he lands neatly back onto the floor, in the same position he started from. You blink. 

Well, shit. He actually might be cool, you think and grumpily lean your head into your hands. There is no way you would say it out loud, but dammit, you are not delusional enough to deny it. 

After that the brown-haired boy attempts to mimic the kick he was shown, only to fall flat of the jumping distance and slip onto his face. Manjiro sits to the side and smiles smugly at him, but also instructs him how to correct his footing. The next kick also falls ever so slightly flat of the target, but the jump is higher and he does not trip onto his face this time. 

As the cycle of the boy jumping into a kick and Manjiro correcting him continues, kick by kick he makes improvements. From straightening his leg properly to learning to balance his upper body, he lands closer and closer to the intended technique. Until finally, the boy jumps and manageds to land a weak kick onto the dummy, loosely resembling the polished form Manjiro showed much earlier. 

The brunette stands back and lets out heavy breaths, but a confident, satisfied grin overtakes his face once he realises he succeeded. He allows himself to slide onto the floor, sitting down at first but giving up and laying down moments later, hand wiping off sweat from his forehead. 

"Congrats!" Manjiro, who was lazily sitting to the side the entire time the boy trained, pipes up with a smug grin. "Now you're about... 99.5% away from getting to my level, before this awesome private class, you were 99.9% away!" 

"Shut up..!" The sweaty boy groans as he tries to calm his breathing. He turns to look at you. "Hey, (Name), right?" 

You turn to him from examining to cracks of the wooden floor. "Hm?" 

"Could you please get us some water?" 

"Sure." You shrug. "Don't got anything else to do." 

"Alright! Thanks!" He beams before turning back to lay on his back. 

You stretch before leaving, sore from sitting there for a longer time than you intended. Admittedly, martial arts are pretty cool. However, the thought of all the pain and sweat from doing it yourself is enough to make you recoil in disgust. So, you have no intentions of partaking in that stuff so far, unless something super drastic happens that changes your mind. 

Being the nice person that you are, you ask the old man living in the house where to get clean water bottles to bring the boys. He brings you to the kitchen and pulls two out from a cupboard, then pats you on the head before heading out, grumbling something underneath his breath that at least the newer generation is more promising, complaining about Shinichiro. You blink for a moment but then shrug it off, filling up the bottles with cold, refreshing water, walking back to the dojo. 

As you slide the door open and shut again, Manjiro speaks up. "They're back, Baji, so get up already." 

The brown-haired boy, who now has a name you can associate with him, sits up and greets you with a grateful smile.

"Thanks, (Name)!" He takes the bottle and greedily gulps down the water. You turn to hand Manjiro his bottle as well, but the boy makes the mistake of speaking up before you have the chance to do so. 

"So, you're like our servant now, right? Then, go and get me a sandwich and some taiyaki!" Manjiro demands. 

Your eye twitches as your bullshit-tolerance-meter-for-the-day explodes. Popping the cork off of Manjiro's water bottle, you flip it upside down and squeeze the freezing cold water to splatter all over his head. 

"That ought to cool your ego down a bit," you grumble bitterly. 

Baji cackles at the situation while Manjiro sulks, but does not do anything about it. 

"What's so great about you anyway?" He asks while shoving his wet hair out of his face. 

"I could ask the same about you." 

"You saw me train, right? I'm awesome, that's what's so great about me!"

"Hm... no."

"No?!" His face twists into an indescribably offended and shocked frown. He crosses his arms. "Tch, why don't you try to do better?" 

"Yeah, you could've trained with us! Why didn't you wanna join?" Baji speaks up this time. 

"I'm not a masochist," you scoff, still annoyed at Manjiro. "I don't like pain and I don't like being sweaty. That's all." 

Manjiro ponders over your words for a moment, then shrugs. "Fair enough, I guess. I hate getting sweaty, too!" He waves his hand like a diva. 

"Yeah, sure, but what's a masochist?" Baji asks. 

Shinichiro, who just so happens to be passing by carrying a laundry basket, pauses. He leans his arm onto the doorframe with eyebrows furrowed in concern. "What exactly are you three talking about?!"

"(Name) said they're not a masochist. I don't know what that even means!" 

"Masochists like pain! I don't like pain so I'm not one," you firmly state. 

"Training doesn't mean you like pain, idiot. I'm not a masochist, either!" Manjiro yells. 

"Well, you still get thrown onto the floor and get your limbs all fucked up from punching and-" 

"Hey, language!" 

"You're restricting my freedom of speech!" You point an accusing finger to his face. 

"You don't even know what that means!" 

"Yes, I do, you little fucknugget!" 

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!" 

"I called you a little fuck-" 

"That's it!" 

He picks you up and swings you onto his shoulder while you scream bloody murder. "noooOOoOOOO!!!!" 

"He's so weak I'm surprised he can even lift them." 

"...I heard that, Manjiro..." He slumps, which gives you the prime opportunity to kick him in the gut and jump off from his grasp. 

"Later, suckers!" You flee the room and rush to get out of the house for a while. 

"(NAME), GET BACK HERE!" Shinichiro shouts after recovering from the kick to the gut. 

"HELL NO!" Your voice rings out from the other side of the house. 

"(NAAAMEE)!"

That is how your first day at the Sano household ends. Running outside to escape the inevitable consequences of your actions, and then crawling quietly back in late in the evening. You make sure it is so late into the day that the others would be too concerned about your safety to even remember why you dipped from the house in the first place. Where from and what reason you learned this behaviour for, you cannot remember.

However, so far it seems that technique is effective. Shinichiro rushes to the door the moment he hears it creak open. He presses his hand onto his chest in relief the moment he saw your face. "Oh, thank god-" 

There is not a moment for you to say or do anything before he crouched down in front of you and grabbed your shoulders. "Where the hell did you disappear?!" 

You cross your arms smugly. "Heh, you cursed this time-" 

"That's not the important thing here!" He yells and you flinch at his raised voice." You know it's dangerous for a kid like you to be out this late, right?" 

"I..." you stutter through the sentence with no thoughts, "I don't know, I just-" 

Seeing your nervousness, Shinichiro takes a deep breath and lowers his voice, speaking gently this time, "I'm not angry, I just... want to know why you did that." 

You fiddle with your fingers while trying to find the right words for your explanation. Once you do, your voice comes out quiet as you speak. "...I guess I was expecting some sorta punishment for acting out."

"I thought if I waited for a little bit, you'd just forget about it, then it would be safe to come back." Your eyes drift across the floorboards and your hands tremble, though you try to keep them still to maintain your pride. He takes note of your nervousness and softens his voice further. 

"I wasn't going to punish you or do anything. And I don't want you to think I would do anything. I wasn't seriously angry, I just didn't want you to curse in front of the other kids because they would pick up on it, too." 

He looks you in the eyes gently. "You don't need to be scared to be here. Even if you do something wrong, I'll just scold you about it. I really wish you would listen, but you don't need to fear any bigger punishment." 

You lose your ability to form words for a while. Throat dry, the sentences flee your mind the moment they are formed. Eventually, you finally manage to get something out. 

"...Okay," you hesitantly begin to talk. Fiddling with your fingers, you continue, "I'll try to not swear in front of the others." 

"That's great." He smiles. 

"I don't think I can say I won't run away like that again, though. I... I think it might be a habit." You inaudibly begin to ramble to explain yourself, but you cannot manage to say anything of use, and even if you did, he could not have heard you either way. 

Shinichiro gently places his fist on top of your head in a small 'bonk', and you blink. It did not hurt at all, it was as if a feather landed briefly on your head. You feel the spot with your hand and blink, confused. 

"Please, try not to, like you said you would with cursing. It really made me worry."

"...Okay. I... can promise I'll try to come back before sunset, if I can," you mumble. 

"That's a start!" He grins. Even though you did the bare minimum, he is so happy with the progress. Something about it makes your heart jump with a comfortable warmth, urging you to do better, as if the sun itself lit you up from the inside for a moment. 

"I'll do my best to make this into a comfortable place for you. And if anything, it should work as your little hideout from the outside world. I can protect you from absolutely anything! Just try not to fall in love with me for it, okay?" He winks. 

"...You're a total weirdo," you blurt out in response.

Shinichiro deflates in record time from your words. "...You always feel the need to ruin a wholesome moment, don't you..?" 

"It's not my fault you were acting like a weirdo." You deadpan. Then, a yawn leaves your lips and you rub your eyes, it is way too fucking late in the day for all of this sappy stuff. 

"You should go to bed." He chuckles at your cutesy actions. You glare at him for it, but are too tired to strike back. 

"...Okay." 

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

A scenario where the one(s) Ciel is after revenge for is already dead and gone. Sebastian's reaction to being stuck with Ciel till he dies and even then he doesn't get his meal and how Ciel and his soulmate feel. (I'm thinking they just met shortly before Ciel finds out those he was after are dead).

ohohohoho

At the end of his quest for revenge, which spanned years, CIEL was hoping there would be some kind of satisfaction at the end of it.

Instead, he’s left with nothing but a hollow sort of relief as he looks down at the bodies of the people responsible for ruining his entire life.

Is he glad to have them gone? Of course. To know that the proof is right there, that they can never hurt him or anyone he cares about or anyone at all ever again is a weight off his shoulders.

He’s just angry that he wasn’t the one to take them out of this world. It’s frustrating in a way he doesn’t fully know how to describe.

He’s sure the ride home in the carriage is going to be a long one, full of too many thoughts and not enough words to express them all. When he settles in beside (Name), his beloved, the other half of his soul (which will get to exist and persist now), he already knows he’s going to be too tired to sleep.

SEBASTIAN gets as comfortable as he thinks a demon can possibly get across from the two of them. It’s a moment before anyone speaks; presumably none of them really want to address anything that’s hanging in the air. It has to be done, though.

“I should have known a little brat like you would find some way to not keep your end of the bargain, my lord.” Sebastian’s eyes flicker briefly toward (Name), then his gaze returns to Ciel. “Shall I assume you’ve told them of our deal?”

“And everything it entails. Which is now a moot point.” Ciel removes his hat and sets it on the other side of him, his free hand being held by (Name)’s. “Am I correct about that part?”

(Name) squeezes Ciel’s hand before looking over at their soulmate’s butler. “… Is that true, Sebastian? Does that mean―”

Sebastian lets out a small huff; Ciel hasn’t heard this tone since the very first days of this demon serving him. It’s been a while since he let the mask slip. “Yes, it does. Congratulations, you’ve solved the mystery. I no longer get to eat your lover’s soul. What do you want me to do, bake you a pie?”

“Shut your mouth, Sebastian. Talk to them like that again and you’ll be relegated to playing hall boy for a month.” Despite everything, Ciel hasn’t lost a bit of his spine to be ordering Sebastian around. In fact, he feels might he might have more authority than ever before. “I don’t care that you’ve known (Name) for less than six months. I don’t care that you’re upset over this. I don’t care. You will not speak to them with anything less than respect, and that’s an order. It certainly won’t be the last one I ever give you.”

Sebastian raises an eyebrow. Clearly, he isn’t happy about the situation. Ciel doesn’t think he’d be happy in Sebastian’s position either, but, well, that’s the chance he took with a deal like this, isn’t it? “Oh, yes. Put your ego on full display to soothe your wounded pride, as usual.”

“My pride isn’t wounded, thank you very much. You’re lucky I don’t order you to carve out your own tongue.” The city goes by outside the windows, shrouded in darkness. Ciel spares the buildings a passing glance and, for the first time in a while, thinks about how he might pass his whole life here now.

“… You know,” (Name) murmurs, “I know it isn’t what you wanted, Sebastian, but I’m glad things turned out this way. Now I get to have a future with Ciel, and you won’t just vanish from our lives. Even if you didn’t like it, you’ve taken care of him for all this time. I’m grateful that you’ll be around.”

Ciel snorts, and it’s the first time since the revelation that he’s felt a little lighter. “Even if he acts like a complete bell-end?”

Sebastian’s eyes glow fuchsia as if he’s barely restraining himself from showing off a taste of his full power. “I follow every single order you give me, only to be cheated out of my meal, and I’m the bell-end? I’d like to see someone else do everything I’ve done since I came into your life, in exchange for the promise of a dinner that never comes.”

“And you’ll be continuing to do it until I die,” Ciel snaps.

Sebastian snarls back at him. “Don’t give me any ideas.”

“Ideas we both know you can’t act on, thereby doing nothing but tormenting you? In fact, I think I will.” He smirks. “Just wait until (Name) and I start a family. I can’t even begin to tell you how many nappies I’m going to make you change.”

(Name) beside him bites down on a laugh. “Ciel.”

The rest of Ciel’s life is laid out before him, and he’s so confused as to what he’s going to do with it when he couldn’t conceive of having a future less than an hour ago.

He may not have vengeance, but he has his life back. And he has (Name).

He thinks he’d rather have those things.

[tigre-edi-rawr]

the chaos

This relationship is something that I have mentioned to be where I felt most loved. But also the first relationship where I felt jealous, unsecured and paranoid because there are so many red flags. I experienced breaking up with him because I saw nudes of women he flirted with in the past are still in his hidden files. But instead of fixing us, he went out to pick up a girl, go with them for a drink and send her home. There are many times where I saw him liking stories of girls in a bikini. There are times where I felt insecure and not enough.

I've had enough.

June 22-23, 2024.

Decided to join the La Union team building at work instead of locking myself in my bedroom and cry over spilled milk. I was single and determine to stay that way since I no longer find myself growing in that relationship. Or so I thought... Ended up drunk calling him after a day at LU, sent desperate texts but got no response at all. Too hurt, I deleted all traces of communication and ways to contact him. He replied back the next day, but I always immediately delete all reply and never read them. I returned to Laguna fully accepted that no one will wait for my return. I get it, I went to LU instead of fixing our relationship, his feelings are valid whether it's all ill towards me. I remember feeling so empty, I knew that I wanted to get drunk to immediately pass out when I get home. I texted my tita, asked her to arrange inuman session because I'm not okay and I wanted to drink to be numb. Lucky me, they are going in a small reunion with friends at their previous company to drink. I went along. But... not very lucky me, when we arrived, I saw that my past fling was there. Not that we talked or sat beside each other. There was no contact or even a single word exchanged but still, it's not a good angle. But fuck it, right? I'm there to get drunk, to numb all the pain. And I did, every sip tastes sweet with every song in the karaoke I sung while thinking of my ex. Who cares? I'm too hurt to give a damn. After that, I went home with my tita and his fiance.

June 24, 2024.

I woke up to a message from my ex. He wanted to fix us and was desperate to win me back. I am astonished because what the heck? I have to be wasted for two fucking days only to find out that he still wanted to fix us? That's ridicu lous. Besides, if he knew that I was with my ex fling last night in a resto bar, it will be impossible to accept me again even if I say that nothing happened. So I didn't reply. What's the point? I had to let him go. I was working that day, when he said, he was outside our home. He is asking me to come and talk to him. I remember him waiting for long because he really wanted to fix us. I went there, we talked. And I said that we don't want the same thing, that I'm sorry but I don't want to continue the relationship anymore. He is asking me if I still love him, but there's no way to answer that because I still do. I tried to escape and said "okay na ba? Alis nako." When I was about to open the door, he grabbed me in my arms and said "Wait. Wait lang. May request lang ako. Baka pwede kahit huling beses na payakap?" I felt like someone punched my heart. All I wanted was to hug him and say everything hurts. But I said "Ayoko." He started crying. As if my heart couldn't hurt more, I saw him now knowing what to do in that moment and looking helpless. I couldn't take the view, I said I have to go and I did. When I entered our home, I stopped and realized I don't want him to hurt like that. I will regret it to let him go, hurting like that. I went outside again and kissed him, hugged him tightly. We were okay. Not really, but we're back.

June 25-28, 2024.

We were back and trying to fix our relationship but it felt like it's no longer feasible. He changed, so did I. I barely return any texts, I will just say I'm awake, I'm eating, I'm working, I'll go to sleep. That went for days until I can no longer fool myself. I'm not happy anymore and whatever is it that I am feeling I knew it's no longer what's going to keep the relationship healthy. I broke up with him, again. He didn't want to, he was saying all this hypocrite shit about how he wants all of me and accepts everything no matter what he will still love him. To make him stop, I said, the night we were drinking I am with my ex-fling, he drove me home and I can't remember shit because I was drunk as fuck. I was thinking, if he can accept this lie, if he still want to make us work knowing I went out with some other dude when we were on a break... he meant no shit and really can't lose me. Funny, he said "Para saan pa? Kung totoo yan, maghiwalay nalang." Just like I thought. I can always accept him with all his micro-cheating but when it's vice-versa, that shit won't happen. I just laughed it all off and went on my day. He was nagging me about whether is it true or not. Because deep down, he knows me. I'm no cheater. Never been, never will. I know I can be such a bitch, but when I love, I love too hard and cheating will never be my thing. Ever. Deep down, I felt no responsibility to explain. Let him think what he wants to, I don't want to linked to him anymore. It's enough that he will stop and hate me. At least I can be all by myself now.

This is where all the betrayal has begun.

June 29, 2024.

No contact. I can still feel all the love I have for this person. I remember him as soon as I wake up until I fall asleep, which I struggle with by the way. We were in a resto bar, I'm with my two titas and one of their fiance. I'm really not drunk but it feels like that because the longing keeps intensifying every hour.

June 30, 2024.

I think that was almost 2 a.m. when I messaged my ex. "Oo o Hindi?" he replied back as soon I sent it so I felt like... wait, is he missing me too? Drunk me went to their house. I brought his clothes, using it as an excuse that I just want to bring it and take mine as well. My plan is just to see him and I'll be okay, I can go home. But he won't let me. Deep inside, I wanted it. I remember getting all my clothes inside his room, as I was folding them he said "Anong akala mo makakalabas ka dito?" I am playing dumb and just folding my clothes. Until he hugged me and we fell in his bed. "Miss na miss kita. Sobrang miss na miss kita." He was crying and refused to let me go all night. We woke up, not totally okay, both contemplating whether to fix it or not. It was all blurry. But all his actions meant he wanted to fix us and he still loves me. Or so I thought.

Girl's Instincts

After spending the whole day with him, he said that he will go out to eat with his friends and will go to the wake of his friend's father. I already knew. Something is up. All night and day his phone is with him. My intuition knew that there is some girl again. But since I wanted to fix us, it was something I chose to overlook? On our way to my house, I felt it. It's strange enough that he is glued to his phone, but the fact that he is not asking me to go eat with him and his friends is enough proof that it's not just suspicion. I already knew. But I can't confirm it, I need to check his phone. I decided to just get off the car but he messaged me "Nasan na kiss ko? Sayang naman toothbrush ko, hindi mo pala ako ikkiss." Stupid me went to him and kissed him. But this time, I confronted him. Bakit hindi mo ako isasama? Anong meron? Bakit hindi pwedeng magsama ng babae sa lamay? I had to many questions. All his answers, I realized now are just gaslighting. He wanted to be with his friends. He needs to be there for his bestfriend because the father died. He needs time alone, he wants to forget all our problems. I don't believe all those bullshit excuses. I said "Patingin ako ng phone mo." He won't give it. He said "Ayoko ng ganito tayo. Tuwing magiging okay tayo galing ng away, gusto mo check dito check diyan." That's when I knew I'm right. I feel it in my bones. So instead of accepting all these bullshits, I said "Sige, umalis ka na. Ayoko na." and left.

I remember crying and going insane in bed. I don't know what to do. My body is shaking. My tears are flooding. I wanted to scream, throw things and let all the pain out.

My thoughts and heart are fighting. I am trying to process everything and understand where he is coming from. But I can't. I tried asking him for help, to explain everything. If the love or respect is not there anymore, just for the sake of everything we have shared, I asked for the truth.

All I can do that time is accept everything even if it all doesn't make sense. I took a shower and after, it felt good. There is nothing I can do now, all I have to do is accept and move on.

-to be continued-

[lonewolfel]

Fictober 2023 Day 6

Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender Prompt: 2 - "Don't worry, I got you." Rating: Mature Characters: Zuko, original character, Iroh, (Mentions of the gaang) Ship: N/A Warnings: starvation, torture (yes including blood), dehydration, hallucinations, forced to drink contaminated water/eat contaminated food, pee, poop, vomit, thoughts of death, drugging (Please let me know if I'm missing something. I didn't have time to reread this before publishing.) Notes: So uhm my phone got stolen and I'm taking it out on Zuko. Sorry, not sorry. Sorry about the delay due to the above-mentioned phone stealing I have been busy so I didn't have time to finish this before today.

One moment Zuko was in his office reviewing the final details of a trading agreement and the next he was on a cold rocky surface with bending suppressant cuffs on.

The room was pitch black making it impossible to tell where he was. Due to the cuffs, he wasn't able to feel where the sun was in the sky.

Zuko tried to stand but his limbs were too wobbly over what happened to support his weight. His head pounded while it dealt with whatever toxin he had in his system. He laid there awake wondering when someone would come to see him.

There was the sound of metal screeching and then a small amount of light entered the cell likely through the small opening of the moved metal.

In the light, he was able to slightly make out his surroundings. The cell he was in was bare and only just big enough for Zuko to lie down in.

"Oh, good you're awake," a man said.

"Where am I?" Zuko tried to demand but it was little more than a rasp.

"You're new home," the man said.

Then there was something that blocked out part of the light. Then the sound of something ploping onto the ground.

"Eat up," the man said.

With that, the metal screeched shut blocking out the light and leaving Zuko in the darkness.

Zuko crawled over to see what was dumped into his cell. He felt that it was rice and there wasn't anything to eat it with or even a plate for it to be on.

Disgust-filled Zuko. He was not going to eat rice that had been dumped onto the floor.

That resolve lasted two maybe even 1 day when Zuko was feeling too delirious to ignore the cold stale dirty rice that was placed into his cell. It was gross but it was better than not eating for however long he hadn't eaten before.

The worst was when he was given water. Like the food, the guard just dumped it in and then Zuko had to suck it off the ground. He knew exactly how unsanitary that was but they gave him just enough water to keep him alive so in his dehydration he didn't care.

He also learned that there was nowhere in the cell to go to the bathroom beside the floor. He tried his best to keep it in a corner but there were moments where it was clear that it didn't matter and Zuko tried his best not to think about that when the food and water arrived.

Time began to hold no meaning. Without any light or the sun, Zuko couldn't tell how much time was passing. He knew that they waited days to give him food and water based on how weak, hungry, and thirsty he always felt.

After the fourth feeding and the third water dump the door fully opened.

Zuko scrambled back covering his eyes after so long in the darkness. The guard quickly shoved a gag into his mouth and a blindfold to cover his eyes. He then hauled the teen up.

Zuko's entire body shook with the movements. He hadn't managed to be able to stand on his own even with the cell wall's support.

Zuko was dragged down a hallway and the movement made him far too dizzy to even attempt to remember the halls they were leading him down.

Finally, they shoved him to lie down on his back on a table. They then strapped his hands and feet to it so the teen couldn't move. They didn't remove the blindfold or the gag.

They began to slowly cut into him. The cuts were shallow and there was no risk of death from damage but it was slow and a lot especially for his starved dehydrated body. When he felt his blood drip down his skin it felt just as sluggish as Zuko felt.

They did this until they were bored and then dragged him back to his cell. They never once talked besides that first day.

It was irregular when they took him and each time a different torture would be bestowed upon him, cutting beatings, burning as long as it didn't threaten to kill him they did it.

His cell was never cleaned. He was sure that it smelled awful for them but they didn't seem to care.

The infection began to set in. He was also beginning to lose his inner flame.

Firebenders weren't supposed to go this long without firebending. The longest Zuko had gone was two months after that fateful Agni Kai. It wasn't until Iroh had bugged him so much that he angrily firebent and later on forced himself to firebend. There wasn't even the sun to slow the process down.

It was pure agony the feeling of freezing due to his inner flame going out and the burning stings of pain that he had to constantly endure along with a fever.

Zuko then began to hallucinate.

Uncle would say proverb or offer tea. Aang would try to persuade him to play a game with him. Sokka would just tell jokes. Katara would say something about the way he was being treated and how awful it was. Toph would talk to him just like how they used to back when she was staying in the palace for a while.

They never stayed long or Zuko never stayed unconscious long enough for them to.

That was the point that Zuko knew that he was going to die. That he will die here alone in this dark cell covered in his blood, vomit, shit, and piss.

What a pathetic way to go!

There was a loud bang and suddenly there was a bright light. There was the sound of coughing.

Zuko closed his eyes against the sudden influx of light. He heard footsteps but he couldn't grip onto consciousness for much longer.

Before he lost consciousness he heard his hallucination uncle say, "Zuko, don't worry, I got you."

[birbs-in-space]

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[fandom-blackhole]

hi, i really liked your work in ao3, so i’d like to request about joel where reader is pregnant and she’s freaking out a bit about telling joel, afraid he’s not going to take the new well, mostly cause of his traumas, but also cause it’s not a safe environment to raise a kid. thank you!

So sorry this took me absolutely forever to get to my lovely, school has been super busy for me! But I'm so happy that you liked my other Joel works and came over here send a request <3 I hope you like this!!

WC: 3.6K (this one got away from me woops)

Warnings: afab!reader, pregnancy, set in Jackson, no real spoilers (that i noticed), one cuss word, mentions of doubts and intrusive thoughts over the pregnancy, very unedited (i am tired and i am sure there are a ton of mistakes sorry)

When the sickness first started you chalked it up to food poisoning from the twenty some year old can of Cambell’s baked potato soup you had found and eaten while out on a three day supply run. Joel had warned you about eating it, but you had been too excited over the soup and the nostalgic memories of before the outbreak that it brought with it. So it wasn’t too much of a surprise when two days later as you were hunched over the toilet, Joel rubbed your back gently and waited until after you were finished and he passed you a glass of water, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the door frame and sighed, “Told you not to eat that soup.”

You had only huffed at him and lifted your hand, motioning for help, to which Joel helped you up off the floor and helped you to bed. He left you there with your glass of water and a small trash can, but not before he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead and whispered, “Rest up. I’ll come check up on ya in a few hours.”

Of course when a week passed and you were still running from bed each morning, Joel insisted you visit the doctor in town. You pushed back at first, saying that it was probably just the flu, it was that time of year right before winter fully sets in and the weather bounced from warm and cold and almost everyone had at least the sniffles. Joel, however, kept pushing and eventually he won out after a particularly rough day where you could barely hold down water and you couldn’t handle Joel’s worried glances anymore.

So the next morning, before he left for his patrol, Joel walked you to the building downtown that had long been converted into a doctor’s office. The whole walk there Joel kept fretting over you.

“You sure you’ll make it back home alright? I can ask Maria to come and walk you back when she’s finished, or have her grab Ellie to do it.”

”I’ll be fine. I swear you act like I am gonna walk out of there knocking on death’s door.”

Joel of course gives you an exasperated look as the two of you turn the corner to the main hub of Jackson that was downtown and he gives a huff before saying, “You just have me worried. I’ve never seen you this sick and you haven’t been getting any better. It’s been two weeks, you should be getting better by now.”

“Joel, I really think you are making a mountain out of a molehill here,” you reply to his worry, trying to reassure him just a little, but as he opens the door for you to enter the doctor’s office he just shakes his head while looking at the ground. When he meets your eyes again, he says with full seriousness, “I don’t think you ‘re taking this serious enough. Maybe I should stay an’ make sure you don’t downplay everything.”

At that you take a step forward towards Joel and stick a finger on his chest with your eyebrows raised.

“Oh no, you are going to go do your patrol with Tommy. I can do this like an adult,” you pause and meet Joel’s hazel gaze, reading into his worry with a sigh, “and I promise I will tell the doc the whole truth, leaving nothing out. You aren’t going to lose me to something as small as the flu Joel Miller, you’re stuck with me.”

That earned you a small quirk of Joel’s lips, before he sighed again before nodding. You gave him a small smile back and pressed a kiss to Joel’s nose before whispering a goodbye and walking into the doctor’s office.

---

Well, Joel was right it would seem. It wasn’t the flu like you had assumed. You weren’t even sure how to wrap your head around what the doctor had come in and told you. He had told you that he ran the test twice just to be sure, but both had come back positive. You were pregnant and there was no doubt in your mind whose child it was.

You didn’t mean to start crying, but once it started you couldn’t stop, the tears cascading down your cheeks as your shoulders shook with silent gasping sobs. Your doctor held you, letting your tears soak his shoulder as he ran a comforting hand up and down your back. From his reaction, you doubt this is the first time he’s comforted someone with news like this, afterall who wants to bring new life into a world like the one surrounding you now, it wasn’t a safe environment for children. 

Once you had calmed, the doctor pulled away and with a gentle voice started giving you the pregnancy spiel- avoid this, don’t drink that, try to eat more of this. All of it was a blur in your mind, shock clouding your thoughts. The doctor told you he estimated that you were about six or seven weeks in, which is when morning sickness tended to make an appearance. So he gave you a bottle of multivitamins to start taking as well as a chamomile and ginger tea that is supposed to help the nausea. He also gave you a small bag of honey and mint candies, saying he was a little worried about your lack of calorie and fluid intake over the last week, telling you to drink the tea and try and suck on a few candies until you thought you could hold down actual food. 

As you got ready to leave, your tote of goodies, as the nurse had called it, slung over your shoulder, the doctor gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze and a small smile telling you, “Try not to worry too much, you’re in the best spot in the whole country to be going through something like this, and you aren’t alone, you have a whole town at your back. Not to mention the hardest fighter in town beside you.”

You returned his smile, though your’s was hollow and full of worry, and nodded. You wished the doctor and the nurse a good week and walked home, not stopping until you were alone in your bathroom sobbing as you slid down the wall in your shower.

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Weeks passed and your nausea and morning sickness eased with the help of the tea which you drank in the mornings, smiling over the rim of your mug as Joel drank his coffee, always offering you some and you always declining. He never seemed any suspicious of your condition. He believed you that evening when you had told him a lie, told him that you had been right, that the doctor said it had been the flu making you sick. He didn’t question you when in the mornings after saying you were better you still drank the tea telling him you had really liked it and just didn’t want it to go to waste, when in reality you were still waking up with a queasy stomach each morning.

You aren’t completely sure why you continued to hide the pregnancy for Joel. He didn’t say it much, but he had told you that he loved you, he showed it to you almost daily through small things like bringing you fresh eggs when you mentioned a craving for cookies but you were missing that one ingredient, how he brought home you favorite food from the dining hall once you were finally able to hold down food again, how he surprised you with a gift yesterday- a small wooden bird carving he’d started for you when he noticed you’d been feeling down. He loved you, you knew this, and you loved him, but you were terrified of telling him. What if it changed how he felt? What if he didn’t take the news well?

You should know to ignore these doubts, you really should, but they cloud your thoughts anyway. Joel had already been through so much with his daughter, Sarah, and his adoptive daughter, Ellie. He’d long since confided both of their stories to you, he had told you how the death of his daughter had shattered him and how his cross country trip with Ellie had broken him back down once more. What if the pregnancy brought up all the bad memories and traumas for him? What if it was too much for him to go through the process of raising, caring, and protecting another kid?

That’s not even mentioning your own personal worries of the pregnancy. You knew Jackson was one of the safest places left, but that doesn’t mean that it is completely safe from the outside world. The town often had enough raids from hunters to remind you of that fact, and the hordes of infected wandering up north and getting closer to town were of no comfort to these worries either. And what about all the possible complications? Things could always go south and put you at risk. You could die giving birth, the baby could die, both of you could die. You both could end up as just another name on Joel’s list of loss. You didn’t want to be another source of pain for him, you didn’t want to hurt the man you loved like that. 

So you don’t tell him. You continue to smile at him over the rim of your mug each morning. You continue to live your life around Jackson like nothing is different and you live in fear of the day you can no longer hide yourself from the man you love.

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Months pass and you continue working. You continued patrols with Joel and you kept putting on the facade that everything was fine and like there wasn’t a constant fight going on in your head. Joel of course ever observant gave you worried looks like he could see through your mask, but never brought it up nor asked you what was troubling you. It was tearing you apart being the only one that knew and unable to bring yourself to say anything. 

The nausea and morning sickness started to fade around the three month mark and you were truly overjoyed to not be waking up feeling ill each morning. But of course there had to be a downside. You only got another two weeks without the morning sickness before you noticed the thing that was going to be your undoing. 

You had been pulling on your jeans, getting ready for the day’s patrol- one of the longer routes and you’d be accompanied by both Joel and Tommy- only when it got to buttoning them, you couldn’t. You’d noticed them getting a little tight, but had hoped that you’d have more time. Luck had never been on your side however, so as you struggled with the button you could feel your heart in your throat as your panic started to take ahold of you. 

After several minutes you gave up, knowing your struggle was going to stay fruitless. Looking around your room for a solution, you paused on your spare pair of boots. As quickly as possible you dethreaded both sets of shoelaces and slipped them through your jean’s belt loops as many times as possible before tying the sides together and zipping the jeans closed as much as you could. 

After shoving your boots that still had their laces on, you raced downstairs and rushed out an apology as you slipped your coat on, the weather still holding its chill.

“Sorry I couldn’t find my warm sweater. Let’s go before Tommy starts complaining about us holding him up.”

Joel just shook his head with a fond smile, holding your bag out for you to take as you passed to leave the house. 

The walk to the front gate was quiet, the morning sun just gracing the horizon as you rubbed your hands together and slipped them into your pockets for your gloves which you hurriedly pulled on. Like you had predicted, once you reached the gate, Tommy stood next to his horse with his arms crossed and he spoke up as you and Joel approached, “What took you both so long? Coulda slept in in my nice warm bed if I’d known you’d be late.”

You rolled your eyes as Joel helped you up onto your horse and he replied, “Someone couldn’t find their warm sweater even though it was hanging right there in the closet.”

Gasping, you nudged Joel’s shoulder with the toe of your boot as he walked away, grumbling, “Just throw me under the bus why don’t you. See if I agree to go on anymore patrols with you two.”

Tommy laughs as he swings onto his own horse before leading the three of you out of Jackson and out towards your path for the day.

The three of you travel in silence for a little bit, you yourself enjoying listening to the early morning bird songs. Once you all get to the first sign-in point, you all take the chance for a pause and a stretch. You walk around the converted home, stopping to look through the bay window in one of the upstairs bedrooms. The room was clearly a kid’s room, the walls painted with fields and a barn and farmhouse surrounded by houses, cattle, chickens, and bison. The bed one of those that grew with a kid, going from cradle to toddler bed. Toys and stuffies long forgotten and scattered around the room. You leaned down and picked one up, a weathered build-a-bear wearing a pair of faux denim overalls and a red handkerchief. Gently you wiped the dirt and dust off the eyes, letting the black plastic shine once again. 

Without realizing it, one of your hands drifted down to lay on your lower abdomen as you swallowed heavily and your eyes start to water. But you don’t get too far, as a soft knock on the door behind you brings you back. Turning, you find Joel looking over you, eyes slightly worried as he holds out a small pack of dried fruit. You give him a small smile and set the bear down on the bed before grabbing the food, noticing the hand on your stomach, quickly laughing and patting the hand there saying, “You must have heard my stomach growl downstairs.”

Taking your lead Joel gave you a grin replying, “Thought there was a runner up here from all the noise it was making.”

You huffed a laugh, kissing Joel’s cheek as you walked back downstairs and let out a sigh of thanks to whoever let you get away that easily with such a terrible lie. But you didn’t dwell on it, the three of you hopping onto your horses and setting out on the trail once more. 

As you went this time, Joel and Tommy passed the time with conversation. You though just listened to them, eating the fruit Joel had given you and occasionally adding little input when prompted. 

Tommy made mention that the meat stores were running a little low and he’d been asked to try and catch a deer if he could. That led the two down a conversation over how the food stores as a whole were doing and if there needed to be any supply runs anytime soon. You however zoned out at this knowing they would probably get wrapped up in the conversation. Instead you looked around as you rode, both to keep an eye out for anything and to keep your mind busy. Not that it worked as your mind drifted.

You were starting to show and while it wasn’t too noticeable right now, it would only be a matter of time before nothing fit and you’d be forced to tell Joel, or he’d figure it all out himself. At this point you're worried over his anger at being left in the dark over this for so long as well, adding to the number of worries you already held. The doctor had told you on your last check up that all your stress and worrying was causing your blood pressure to raise and that worried him. He had urged you to take a break, to try and relax but you couldn’t, not when relaxing meant your thoughts would be given more time to circle and bring you more stress and worry. You just wished all of this would disappear, that everything was fine and you only had to worry about the usual things like hunters and infected. You hated yourself for it, because you had truly not wanted it, but in the beginning you had hoped and prayed that something would happen, that this would go away and you wouldn’t have to tell Joel. But here you are and you should have known that this child being part Joel meant it wasn’t going to give up, that it was going to be there no matter how hard they had to fight, and fuck did you already love the little devil, but the worry it brought left you breaking apart. 

Hearing your name shouted pulled you from your thoughts. Jerking your head you met Joel’s worried and confused look as he said, “Come on, Tommy is gonna go start a fire for us all to warm up an’ I spotted some deer tracks so you an’ me are gonna go see if we can find anything…..you good?”

Looking around, you noticed the three of you had reached the next sign in spot on the patrol route while you had been lost in your thoughts. Turning back to Joel you nodded before sliding from your horse and tying her up.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just got a little lost in thought. Sorry.”

Joel just nodded slowly, his worried look not leaving, before he nodded his head to the right, saying, “The tracks lead this way.”

You nod, and grab your rifle from your shoulder, and start to follow after him, watching the tracks as the two of you go. It didn’t take long to catch up to the deer, the pretty female gazing on an open patch of grass only a fifteen minute or so walk from where you both had left Tommy and the horses. Quietly, both you and Joel looked through your scopes that the deer as she slowly stepped and ate at the patch of grass. You had had a clear shot, and were about to take it, knowing Joel’s own was blocked by a thin tree in front of him, but you paused when you saw movement next to her and that’s when you saw the small fauntling clinging close to its mother’s legs.

For some reason all of your worries came to a head as you saw the two together, and your hands shook as you put your rifle down. Joel turned to you confused as he had yet to notice the baby, so you just turned to him and shook your head and pressed your fingers to your lips before pointing to the deer and cradling your arms, signing to him that she had a baby with her. Joel took another quick look and sighed, putting his rifle down as well when he finally saw the fawn. 

The two of you started back to Tommy to tell him that the prints had been a dead end, but halfway back you couldn’t help but pause, and say, “Do you ever feel jealous of them?”

Confused, Joel turned to look at you where you stood and shook his head as he said, “What?”

You sigh and refuse to meet his eyes as you motion back to where the deer were, clearing your throat.

“The animals. Do you ever get jealous over how they aren’t chased after like we are, how they can’t turn into monsters that become murderous and hunt down the rest of their species? They just have to worry about running fast enough away from those of us that are living so they don’t become some terribly seasoned stew.”

Joel takes a step towards you, reaching a hand out to cup your shoulder, and says your name, “Where is this coming from? Does this have to do with what’s had you so stressed lately?”

You opened your mouth to reply, to brush it all away and just say nevermind, that it didn’t matter it was only a thought, but you met Joel’s eyes, the hazel swirling with concern and his voice laced with the need to help. In that moment every reply is lost to your tongue and your eyes swell with tears as you utter the words you’d been so terrified to share.

“Joel, I’m pregnant.”

The seconds ticked like hours as you realized you finally let the truth slip. As you watched the emotions filter over Joel’s face. Surprise, confusion, worry….wonder. His eyes danced around your figure as a single tear finally slipped.

“You’re sure?”

You nodded choppily and you gave him a timid smile.

“Yeah…turns out you were right months ago, it was never the flu,” you paused, taking a shuddering breath before continuing, “I…. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I-I just didn’t know how and my head kept fueling all these ‘what ifs’ around my thoughts and I just didn’t know how to handle it but god I should have told you and I am sorry.”

Gently, Joel cupped your face and wiped away the tears that had fallen as you apologized. He looked at you like you had just whispered to him the secret cure to the infection, one that didn’t involve Ellie. 

Joel’s eyes bounced between your own as he asked, “How far….how far along are you?”

“Almost three and a half months,” you reply, your stress slowly fading to the background and slipping away.

Joel, as if he could see all of your doubts over the last three months, looks you right in the eye as he says, “You don’t have to worry anymore. Nothing will happen to either of you, not under my watch.”

Have an idea or headcannon you want written for Joel? My askbox is open! Feel free to send it to me! Thanks for reading and check out my other Joel fics! <3

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[transfrogrified-in-the-void]

I'm Not Okay (I Promise) (I'm Lying)

So here's the tl;dr for this essay/creative nonfiction piece. I first heard im not okay when i was at my worst socially, physically, and mentally. it became my gateway into a wonderful community, it was the catalyst for the most fun writing project ive ever been in, and single-handedly saved my life.

there will be discussions of minor eating disorders, suicidal thoughts, self harm, and toxic relationships.

i would also like to thank Joey @space-bones-official Rae @spacingout Naima @ianthe-the-dyke and biz @gayslutraytoro for being the people that helped bring me to where I am today. No matter what happens, I will never forget you.

September 2019. The beginning of my sophomore year of American high school. The small group of three friends I had made in my final year of junior high had increased near tenfold. No longer did we need the end of long tables filling a room that had become obsolete, and instead almost thirty people pushed two large semicircle tables together to sardine themselves in the largest social circle of the cafeteria.

Despite being close to the largest and loudest personalities of the group, it was very rarely that I was heard without acting preposterous or "insane". And even then, I would have to push my vocal boundaries to make a tiny dent in the cacophony of discussion I could barely participate in anyways.

This was the year where it became more apparent the narrow scope of my knowledge. My closest friends were talking about games and movies and music I had never even heard of, and could barely remember due to the amount of noise that took up the space in my head. Even if it was something I understood, I never understood enough to contribute, or I was never loud enough to have my contributions matter.

This special brand of isolation coalesced into a poisonous and slow-killing method of attention seeking. I started to cause small amounts of pain to myself in public. I had been hitting myself and causing myself unseen harm much earlier, but I started to pick and scratch at my skin, or stab a pen into my arm until there was a large and irritated black spot. When that didn't work, I started to not eat. Maybe, I had thought, maybe they'll notice now.

They didn't. Looking back, they wouldn't have noticed if I had said it out loud, but it's hard to see the situation when you're drowning in it.

Then came September. One of my best friends, J, had decided to join us and not sit with the band that day.

I can't remember the discussion, only that I had turned to someone next to me and said something, only for them to start talking to someone else right afterwards. Not even a moment passed where it seemed that I was heard. For the first moment, I felt like I was truly alone.

In the minute that lasted eternity, it felt like everything that was real had started to fall away. If I couldn't be heard, was I even real? Did I even matter?

And it was J's earbud being placed in my ear, and the whispered statement that started my spider's thread escape.

"This song is about having a shitty experience in high school." He had said. "I think you'll like it."

And then I'm Not Okay (I Promise) by My Chemical Romance started playing. My life would never be the same.

I went home and listened to the entirety of The Black Parade while cleaning my room. It was good background noise, something that I could listen to but not need to focus on because it was new. I remember finding the time that Blood played (1 minute 30 seconds, a discovery that brought me much pride). After that, I put My Chemical Romance to the back of my mind, where I was aware but not truly into it, and wouldn't pick it up fully until early November of 2019, shortly after the reunion.

I can remember the reason why, too. I had, by that point, met Joey and remade my Tumblr to get away from the toxic online situation I had found myself in, and I found a post that said that MCR had gotten back together. I told one of my closer friends this, and their response was along the lines of "Why does that matter?".

The sudden turning down of what I had said sent me into a minor spiral. Why does it matter? Why do they matter to me?

I went back to the first song I ever heard, and it made more sense to me. I ended up playing I'm Not Okay (I Promise) for three days straight, before venturing into the rest of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge.

My journey from there was much more intense and streamlined than before. I listened to Danger Days next, and loved the more synth-pop sound and vocal performance (especially as a vocalist). From there, I listened to The Black Parade, and found that, of all the albums I had heard in my life, that was the one that fit my emotional state the best.

It went stagnant, and I wouldn't gain the confidence to listen to Desert Song or I Brought You My Bullets until a month after March 2020, when I started to make some of the most influential and closest friends I will ever have in my life.

Quarantine was what started my deep dive into the My Chem fandom, leading to one very important Tumblr post. I had made a fun post talking about a theoretical coming-of-age school drama TV show without the bad tropes based around the music video of I'm Not Okay (I Promise). My good and wonderfully talented friend Grody said that they were interested, and thus started a very fun writing project.

I won't speak on it long, it's not that important to the overall story, but the I'm Not Okay Projekt was the most fun and innovative writing project I have ever had.

I stopped listening to My Chemical Romance somewhere near the end of 2021. I don't remember why, it just happened, but it does bring me to today.

This past week I've been listening back to most of the MCR discography. I say most because I had been putting off I'm Not Okay (I Promise) because I didn't know how I would react to hearing the song that saved me from living in such isolation, a state where I probably would have ended up dead.

Today I listened to it.

I listened to it through headphones one of my best friends gave me when I lost mine a few weeks ago, running to my first and only class of the day, knowing that afterwards I would be hanging out with my friends.

Listening to a song that resonated with me so strongly that it single-handedly changed the course of my life three years after the fact, in a completely different situation, with completely different context, it still has the emotional weight. Not the same kind of weight, but the same weight nonetheless.

Instead of the weight of isolation and self-hatred and the shittiness that is high school (and that was my sophomore year), it was the weight of an old friend. Still heavy and draped on my shoulders, but this time it was spread out. Warm. The sensation of nostalgia mixed with waking up on a winter day.

Maybe I'm not okay. Maybe I'm lying. Regardless, I am a better person because of the domino effect that this song started.

[chaos-writes]

Spoiled! A Rikiya Yotsubashi x reader fic

Warnings: so basically the reader gets called "little one" a lot. Call it what you want, but it is not CG/L (at least the kink side of it. It is more or less the therapeutics of it). There is a lot of softness and tenderness, and there is a bath scene. Not s*xual, but a bath nonetheless. Slight angst. Lots of comfort. Reader has a job (anywhere, doesn't matter) and there are descriptions of physical pain. It is so comfortable and fluffy that I have literally fallen asleep writing it. Twice.

Word count: ~2k

"Hey Rikiya, I'm home!" He was sitting on his squishy armchair, in gym shorts and an undershirt, hair down and sleepily flipping through the newspaper. He turned to look at me and gave a lazy smile. "Hello, Little One." I just got home from a long day at work and could quite literally pass out. "My nerves are shot. I had such a bad day today." His smile faltered a little, concern beginning to nibble at his expression.

He gently laid the newspaper he was holding onto the coffee table in front of him and motioned for me to lay on the couch next to his armchair. He sat a soft pillow down on the end of the couch closest to him. I layed down on the leather couch and took a deep breath. He stroked my hair a few times before planting a kiss to my temple.

"I know how hard you have been working lately, my dear. I want you to understand that it won't go unnoticed by me. You deserve so much, Little One. Now... what can I do to help make you feel better?"

"I would love to just rest. I barely have any energy left and every customer that came by had such an attitude and my boss was so mean today and- and..." tears welled and bit the corners of my eyes hard as my voice began to crack. Rikiya slid off the armchair and kneeled by my side, turning me onto my side and hugging me ever so tightly.

He then pulled me up and sat on the couch, having me straddle his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. I was only able to get a small glimpse of the tears shining in the corners of his eyes before I was enveloped in a pair if strong arms and given a warm soft chest to rest my head and cry into.

He spoke softly into my hair, "It's all right, Sunshine. It's okay to cry. I want nothing more than to take all of that pain away from you." He went on and rocked side to side as I silently sobbed into the crook of his neck and sniffled. "You're allowed to have these big feelings and show that you're having them. You're allowed to take up space and express how you feel. Let it all out, darling. Everything is going to be okay."

He held me until I no longer sniffled, cooing at and comforting me. He continued to encourage me to relieve all my worries from my mind. After what felt like ages, I sat up and he carefully cradled my face in his hands. "Are you okay? Do you feel a little better now?" Rikiya's tears dried and stained his cheeks now. His eyes spoke a million words of sorrow and shined brighter than I have ever seen before. I reached up to wipe his cheeks as gently as I could and rested my hands on his chest as I spoke.

"Yeah. I feel better. I dont know what made me do that, normally I can handle it..."

"It's alright, Little One," He said. He caressed my arms and waist and spoke, "You were probably bottling it up without realizing. You know it's always okay to come to me to talk, alright?"

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you, too, baby. Let's get you something to eat. You must be so hungry after such a long day." My hands traveled from his chest to my stomach. It's true, I thought. I forgot to eat…

I climbed off of his lap as he sat up and unlocked his phone. He pulled up one of those food delivery apps and leaned closer to me. "What looks good? Ooh, I know! How about pho? I think some warm food is what you need."

"That sounds pretty good right now. Can we get seafood rolls too?"

"I was just about to ask if you wanted some. I love those things!" He giggled and smiled his dorky smile at me. I giggled back. He placed the order and typed in the information.

"You know we can split it, right, Rikiya?"

"Nonsense. Tonight is about you, Little One. Don't worry about money or having to pay for food. You've dealt with enough today." He kissed my forehead and closed his phone.

"What do you say we watch a movie while we wait for the food? Your pick." He turned on the TV and flipped through the subscriptions. "How about one of those Tim Burton movies you like?"

"Yeah! What about The Corpse Bride?"

"Of course Dear!" He smiled widely.

About a half hour later, our food arrived. He walked out the living room, answered the door and thanked the delivery person. He returned with two small bags, one for each of us.

I started to slide down the couch to sit at the table, but Rikiya stopped me. He grabbed a cushion from underneath the table and took my hand in his. He gently helped me down onto the cushion and set up my food for me.

We ate silently with the movie playing in the background. I noticed in my peripheral vision that Rikiya was smiling to himself and looking at me every time I paid more attention to the TV rather than my food. 

He started to play with my cheeks and hair and smiled. He gingerly kissed my cheek and. I giggled and quickly dipped my finger in the warm broth. I swiped it onto the tip of his nose and we laughed. 

After a few moments of silence, he grabbed onto my hand and gave a reassuring squeeze. In that moment I knew I was going to be okay.

I ate slowly and savored every bite and slurp of those noodles. They felt so wonderful finally filling up my empty stomach and they warmed me right up. I have never felt so relaxed. 

As the end credits rolled around, I started to pick up all of the trash left on the table and collected it in one of the takeout bags it all came in. I hummed along with the soundtrack of the credits and wasn't aware of my surroundings in the slightest. 

I heard Rikiya get up from the table and felt his warmth as he sat himself behind me so that I sat between his legs. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a warm and comforting embrace. He nuzzled into the crook of my neck and pressed small, gentle kisses to my jaw and shoulder. I reached over and started rubbing and patting the side of his leg. 

We sat in a comfortable silence as the movie finally finished and embraced each other for a while. I leaned back into Rikiya. "Rikiya?" 

"Yes, Little One?"

"I'm starting to hurt again. The food and everything was able to distract me but now I need to actually relieve the pain..." 

"I have an idea. I'll run a warm bath for you and set up your favorite aromatherapy things. Does lavender sound good, Darling?"

"That sounds wonderful, Rikiya." I gave him a sleepy smile.

He helped me up slowly and sat me down on the couch. He grabbed a blanket off the armchair and draped it over me to keep me warm while he handled everything. He kissed my head ever so gently and got to work, walking to the bathroom and setting everything up. 

Rikiya laid everything out on the counter so it was reachable from the bathtub. Lavender and cedarwood lotion, gentle shampoo, conditioner, lavender bubble bath, and rosehip and lavender candles. He grabbed some fresh extra-soft towels out of the closet and prepared them to be thrown in the dryer about halfway through the bath. He poured the bubble bath, lit the candles, finished running the bath and dimmed the lights. It was sunset, so it was still light enough to be able to navigate the bathroom and the different products.

I was laying on the couch, dozing off, when I felt a pair of hands on my blanket. Then, one was interlocking beneath my knees and the other around my back. I lazily opened my eyes and looked up at my carrier. He cooed at me and smiled. 

"So precious, my Sunshine."

I yawned and reached up to pet his cheeks while we were on our way to the bathroom. Soon enough, he stepped through the doorway of the bathroom and gently and slowly stood me up on my feet. 

Rikiya held onto my arms gently and spoke earnestly, "If you're okay with it, I'd like to stay in here with you to make sure you get to relax fully. The last thing you need is to worry about washing. You're in pain." 

"Okay. No funny business, though," I giggled. He smiled and shook his head. "No. No funny business. I just want you to relax. You had a hard week as it is." 

I undressed and got ready to get into the bathtub. Rikiya grabbed my hand and helped me down into the warm, inviting bath. I slid down and took a deep breath. "Perfect. You're such a wonderful being. So precious, so valuable, you're worth it all Little One... everything."

"You have no idea how good of a boyfriend you are, Rikiya."

He… winced?

He spoke carefully, "Thank you, I really do appreciate that. But something just isn't quite right with the term… boyfriend."

"Oh… did you have something else in mind, then?"

"What about 'partner'?" He smiled and caressed my cheek gently.

"That's fine. As long as we're both comfortable, I guess." I played with the bubbles and swiped some on his hand. He laughed and we both fell into a comfortable, sleepy silence. 

He grabbed the stack of soft towels he put out earlier and ran them to the dryer. He came back as quickly as he left and went back to kneeling next to me.

"Alright," he said, reaching for the different bottles. "Time to start washing."

He grabbed a cup, filled it, and began wetting my hair with the water. He filled the palm of his hand with some shampoo and gently lathered and massaged it through my scalp. He smiled and kissed my forehead. He tilted my head back and poured the warm water over my hair to rinse, continuing to massage in between pours.

He cleaned my hair completely of suds and oil and went to work on conditioning. He gently combed the conditioner through and worked it into my hair before rinsing throroughly. Rikiya then grabbed a wash rag and rubbed some moisturizing body wash into it. He rubbed my arms and legs and back, and continued washing me to his standard of cleanliness.

I continued to play with the bubbles and talk to Rikiya as the water cooled down from how long the bath had been.

"You're spoiling me, Rikiya," I said, petting his hair and caressing his cheek and neck.

"Well, that makes two of us, then. I feel so spoiled just being around you." He smiled and lifted the drain plug. I smiled and yawned. "Let's get you dried off and in some warm pajamas, okay?

"Okay."

After he dried me off with a warm towel and pulled on my pajamas, he guided me along and walked me to bed, which has been made, and complete with a cup of chamomile tea and heating pad waiting for me. He picked me up and gently laid me down. He pulled the fluffy blankets over me, tucked me in, and kissed my forehead.

Rikiya turned on the lamp and turned the bedroom lights off. He tugged off his undershirt and gently climbed into bed by my side. "I love you so much darling. You are my world."

"I love you too, Rikiya."

[yandere-wishes]

Sacrificial Bride Part 1//Twisted Wonderland X Reader//

Alright well, that's enough writing for the next few days if you excuse me I'm going to go sulk in my corner. Huge thanks to @softyswork​ who’s story about reader being sent to Malleus as a bride inspired this series. Also, I REALLY want to make some sort of modern-day Frankenstein it would be an amazing scientific breakthrough! You'll understand what I mean when you get to Idia's part lol.

💚🐉Malleus Draconia🐉💚

It was a common rumor around your village that ever since the death of the sleeping princess your settlement had never been the same. For you, this was nothing more than a fairy tale meant to spark a scrap of hope in the hearts of naive, suffering children who were still too young to fully understand why their fathers never returned from their hunting trips or why there was barely anything to eat for dinner.

Every time you heard this dreaded tail, you couldn't help but scuff. For as long as you've been alive your town had been in utter disarray and chaos. Monsters from the woods -what the town's folk called "fae"- attacked the village daily. Stealing jewels, destroying homes, sometimes even swallowing children or sucking the blood of the dormant. There was also the looming threat of the green flames. Blazing emerald fires who couldn't be subdued by neither water nor dirt. They advanced further into the territory of the village by each full cycle of the moon. Leaving behind in their trail, thick impenetrable thorn bushes that had taken the homes of many and the lives of many more.

Awful, dreaded creatures those fae where...

But alas you did not yet know just how cruel they could be.

On another periodic morning, your younger sister jolted you awake, dragging you to the town center before you got a chance to change out of your nightgown.

In the center of the square was short man..no...not a man you noticed his pointed drawn back ears. "Fae" you gasped under your breath. But unlike the monstrous fairies that ravished your town taking on the appearances of trees and woodland creatures, this one resembled a boy of 15. The young-looking male began to speak, his voice was clear like crystals, and to his tone bats began to flock overhead. "Truly dreadful, these fairy folk are" your sister uttered in terror as she buried her face in your side.

"Heed my words, mortals. The young prince of thorns has decided to take a wife. By the setting of the sun a full day from today, two of his guards will come to collect your offering. If you chose to disregard this Wa-- friendly advice, then what is left of your town will be decimated before the end of summer. Your children eaten, wives imprisoned and husbands killed!" An unsteady hush rippled through the crowd. Some hothead youths began to throw rocks at the stranger only for the bats hovering above to shield him from the stones. Mothers hugged their children close begging for the man to "just leave".

"If" the man's voice rose once more like a cadaver emerging from the grave " my young master is pleased with your sacrifice than we shall reward you! Bring good health and prosperity to your otherwise sick and decaying village." His last words melted into the open air before he vanished in a cloud of squealing bats and ebony smoke.

The town's folk erupted in screeches, cursing at their deities while simultaneously praying to any god that would listen.

"Help us!"

"save us!"

"Don't let them take our daughters!"

The screams escalated to the point where you had to cover your ears with your shaking hands. Your eyes scanning each of the villager's faces, a pathetic lot they were, you thought to yourself. Scared by the words of a young magician. In a flash, your heart sped up, adrenaline pumping through your veins, as you marched to the center square where the boy had been mere moments ago. You stood tall, cupping your hands over your mouth.

"Listen well you disquiet, mindless lot!"

All eyes turned to you. Some holding looks of confusion, whilst others harbored glances of hope.

"This fae is lying! No way will they be satisfied with just one measly girl! No matter who we sacrifice to their so-called master, they'll still come after us! They'll still destroy our village! Let's not be stupid! Let's find a way to barricade the city instead of arguing over who to sacrifice!"

For an endless second all was quite. It was like the world had stopped turning, frozen in its place in the universe trying to decide what to do.

Then it happened,

Chants reverberating through the air

"Sacrifice her!" "Sacrifice her!"

"Sacrifice her!" "Sacrifice her!"

"Sacrifice her!"........................

WHAT!

NO!

DID THOSE MORONS NOT LISTEN TO A SINGLE WORD YOU SAID!

The crowd started advancing. Eyes locked on your figure like those of a leopard on its prey.  Their mouths were all a gap, chanting the words "sacrifice" over and over again. From behind the mob, your eyes locked with your sister's. You could practically feel the despair rolling off her figure as she covered her eyes and fell to her knees, her whole body rattling with a sort of distant rage...

A full day....it's funny how time passes all so quickly no matter what you do. Day in and day out nothing changes, pain is still pain, laughter is still laughter. Time just keeps slipping from between your fingers like sand. Even in the direst of times, Time doesn't show mercy, never once does it cease. It just ticks and ticks away until the inevitable moment arrives.

Your sister and aunt -the only two relatives that you hadn't lost to the fae- were in charge of preparing you for your so-called "wedding". Since your town was poor and isolated from other civilizations there wasn't much they could do to enhance your beauty. Smashing some berries to add color to your lips -and fervently ravishing the remains- using some coal to add shade behind your eyes, as well as around them and patting the dust of rose petals against your cheek. By the end, you hardly recognized the person staring back from the mirror. Sure the adjustments were minor but this was the most stunning you'd ever looked. "Is it almost time" your voice quivered, failing to hide the tears that began to fall. "Please don't cry sweetheart, we don't have any more coal to fix your eyes with." Your aunt's tone was monotone almost bordering on heartless. You couldn't really blame her, she'd gotten so used to having her loved ones plucked from her. One more would be no different. Sniffing as to keep the tears at bay, you nodded slowly. Your glossy eyes locked with your aunt's you could see the same fear and exhaustion in her fading irises as the night her son was slaughtered in front of her.

"Just a few reminders" your sister's voice was cheery like the chirping of early morning birds, but her face mimicked that of a kicked puppies. "Remember when the prince...fae...when he..you know...Oh, Lord please tell me he won't" She was shivering again. Her face twisted in horror. You knew what she was thinking, she was imagining you laying in the bed of that...that thing. She was imagining him entering you, kissing up and down your neck. Leaving patches of red skin over smooth flesh, bruises wherever his clawed hands touched you. She was imagining what was no doubt going to happen to you tonight...

the mere thought made bile rise to your throat.

"Darling, just keep saying how much you like it. It's all any man wants to hear." again your aunt or rather her lackluster form of speech was the rope binding you to your sanity.

"Do fae even have...those parts like humans do?" Your sister asked, only to be met with a glare from your aunt. "Stop wasting time on pointless questions! Hurry up and see if this dress fits your sister."

Sure enough, as you were escorted to where the thorn bushes met the village, two men, one standing tall and proud, whilst the other looked like he may topple over from fatigue at any moment, were awaiting you.

The green-haired man let out a haughty laugh, his blazing eyes scanning you from head to toe. "She's hardly worthy of the young master!" His dreadful voice was like the booming of thunder clouds. "It doesn't matter, Malleus-sama needs to be wedded off quickly so he can produce an heir. None of us are getting any younger by standing here debating the "worthiness" of yet another measly human" the silver-haired male's voice was the exact opposite of his comrades, his voice was soft and breathy like light drizzle after a storm.

The green-haired man looked ready to argue once more, but before he could open his mouth, his violet-eyed counterpart waved something thin in the air casing a pathway to open between the hedges.

It was dark between the brambles. The air was thick, stuffy, every breath was a struggle. Although it seemed neither of your traveling buddies minded the discomfort. Did fae even need air to survive?

After what could have been no less than a couple of hours, your small group made it to a large clearing where only a few rays of the sun leaked through the thick smoky clouds. Miss matched flowers in shades of grey littered the rocky barren ground. Maybe at some point, this place had been beautiful, stunning even...but whenever that time had been it was long gone now.

As you ventured farther into this monochrome land of loss and sorrow, the three of you approached a castle. It towered over everything else, grim in all its glory. "Young master Malleus is awaiting you inside..." The green-haired male's voice trailed off as his speech was interrupted by the deafening creaking of the doors parting open. Without another word the two men dragged you inside, pushing you through spiral staircases and long bleak passageways. Until you arrived at a lavish-looking room, a large throne sitting smugly in the front of the room. It's black, spiked appearance was enough to make you gasp in horror, you didn't desire to meet the monster that perched atop that throne. "Don't be so afraid." the silver-haired man whispers, his head is almost resting on your shoulder. "Malleus-sama is kind and fair. He is sure to love you better than any human ever could." you catch a hint of nostalgic sadness in the last part, like a long lost part of the lavender eyed boy's past caught in his throat like a glass shard.

Trumpets roared through the room blaring as two men, one short and fickle whilst the other tall and brooding walked in. "Malleus~" The short one sang as they both stopped in front of you "Say hello to your lovely new wife." the tall man's emerald eyes landed on you. His lips parted in a threatening smile...or maybe it was a smirk? He didn't seem to be too good at displaying emotions. Slowly he descended onto one knee, slipping your hand into his and kissing the top lightly.

"Hello, my darling little wife."

🧡🦁Leona Kingscholar🦁🧡

The After Glow Savanna was an absolute hell to be born in if your family did not belong to some royal inner court class. The endless days spent scavenging for scraps of food, walking miles for a simple glass of water, had become a sort of broken, habit beaten into the residents of the smaller less fortunate districts.

Eventually, you too would follow in your parent's footsteps, working odd jobs around the neighborhood, getting married to some guy, having kids, and giving them the same dreary life your parents had given you. It was simple -miserable- but simple never the less. In an odd way, you found a sort of comfort in how everything was set in stone. How you'd suffer through a few years then die of starvation or some disease in your husband's arms.

But little did you know that the only comfort you had in your horrible life was also going to be swiped from you.

When Ruggie, a dear childhood friend of yours returned from his prestigious school for the winter holidays you were overjoyed! A week with your best friend was the greatest gift you could ask for! But that excitement soon dulled when he announced to the neighborhood what the royal family had planned for the underdeveloped parts of the country.

"They want to demolish the homes and build parks and shopping strips instead"

The people of your tiny community gasped, shock and hopelessness mixing over their dirty, worn out faces. Some older siblings shielded the ears of their younger kin, some mothers hugged their children closer to their chests. "They can't do that to us!" Your voice was like a beacon through the thick fog of confusion. "We can't let them!" You turned to Ruggie who was seated next to you. His blue-grey eyes held a foreign sadness that you had never seen before. He was hiding something...something so grim that he was forced to shove it into the depths of his soul, locking it up and throwing away the key.

"There is a way..."

For such a hopeful phrase, Ruggie's tone harbored no happiness. You could practically see the tears that were clouding his beautiful eyes. "Tell us" someone from the crowd demanded, others soon joined in with their own chants. For a long moment, Ruggie said nothing, the shouts of despair falling on deaf ears.

"If.." his voice trailed off, as his gaze grew distant.

"If someone from the neighborhood were to marry the second prince..." Gasps of fear filled the air. Even the mere mention of the second prince's name was enough to send chills down people's spins.

"Then they could, as the newly appointed  princess, convince the royal family and counsel to scrap this monstrous plan." No one uttered another word. No one was brave enough to face the man who could destroy anything with a simple touch.

But the sake of these people, people who had nothing but their families and a muddy roof over their head was on the line.

Do something, a tiny voice in your head screamed, save them, it begged. You shifted your head so to get a glimpse of Ruggie's face. "I-" you began but were cut off before you could even finish.

"I know you would say that."

His voice broke over every syllable. He knew you would give up your depressing nostalgia for the sake of others. Life in the castle would be hell, being married to that monster would be something worst than the dwellings of the devil.

It was a speedy arrangement, so fast that your head didn't have time to process anything. In the end, it almost seemed like the royal family was desperate to find a spouse for their youngest son.

Just marry him! Was what all the absentee looks told you.

Early that morning, Ruggie had dragged you to the castle, all tears, and grumbles. The palace guards let him in with no restrain, it almost felt like he'd been here before. Your childhood friend led you to a room in the further corner of a grand hall. He told you to stay outside as he went in to chat with the prince. Moments later the newly appointed king and queen came to usher you into a privet room and discuss the marriage. Not an hour later your fate had been sealed, you'd be married off to prince Leona tomorrow at sunrise. For "historical purposes" your neighborhood would be preserved and even taken care of. 'Historical purposes' you thought 'more the like a bribe to get you to marry this beast.

that night you were dragged this way and that by the queen herself. Taken for fitting after fitting. Trying on hundreds of wedding dresses who's prices could feed every mouth in your neighborhood for months! "Leona isn't very classy" the queen sighed in disappear. "He would probably prefer you to be in something laxer, shorter if you will" the tailors ran around trying to find something that would fit her vague description, as you stood facing her royal highness.

"What's he like?" you asked soullessly

"Spoiled, although not as heartless as the rumors make him out to be"  She didn't seem to like giving straight answers

"will he harm me? It was an honest question, although the lack of thinking it took before the queen replied made your heart skipped a beat.

"Quite possibly, he is rather...aggressive at times. Just don't let his degrading comments get to you. He's not used to being around people"

The more she described the second-born prince the more it seemed she was actually speaking of some feral dog that had raised in isolation.

Oh, how doomed you were.

The wedding was even faster than the preparation. Ruggie walked you down an aisle of flowers, walking over the petals, killing them once and for all, ending their pointless existence. You stood by your self at the altar awaiting your husband to be. It took a rather long time before the doors were flung open and the king waltzed in carrying his struggling brother under his arm. "No need to worry, Leona was taking one of his catnaps again and forgot about today's events" the king announced, in what could only be described as a mock lively tone.

How on earth does someone forget their wedding! This prince really wasn't a typical human...heck you where beginning to think that the feral dog would have made a better groom.

snap, snap

A few magazine pictures here, a couple of family photos there...

Everything was so bright and loud...

right before you and the second prince were thrown into the darkness of his room. In the obscurity, you could ONLY make out the glowing of his emerald eyes.

You could feel him shifting closer, all the while you took shaking steps backwards. " I thought wives were supposed to leap into the arms of their husbands? Tell me little herbivore do I frighten you?"

Your voice refused to leave your throat, too afraid to come into contact with the prince.

"What's the matter? Did they not teach you to speak in on the streets you grew up on. Poor thing~"

Leona pounced across the room, tackling you to the ground. His sheer weight pinning you to the carpeted floor. The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the silence.

How careless these royal were was the only intelligible thought that came to your frenzied brain.

Goosebumps littered your skin as Leona's claws cut into your flesh. His lips kissed over each wound as he made his way up to your cherry painted lips.

"You look so cute, you know, like a little mouse about to get devoured by a starving lion."

💙💀Idia Shroud💀💙

The rhythm of his heartbeat was slowing down, it felt like the patter of ants atop one's flesh. He was dying...this was an irreversible fact. The love of your life was dying and there was nothing you could do but sit idly by and watch the life fade from his pale bruised face. Your thumb ran over his knuckles in robotic-like strokes. Hours had passed, you'd shed all the tears that you had. He was gone...that was all there was to it.

For a hopeless second, you flicked your eyes to the open window on the opposite side of the room, There was never any sun on the island of lamination but regardless today seemed brighter than any other day. "How cruel" you muttered in a deadpan voice. Outside something...or better yet...someone was running through the fields, chasing what looked like a butterfly. The young child had blazing blue hair a symbol of the Shroud family...

THE SHROUD FAMILY

Your breath hitch in your lungs, your heart began to pound furiously in your chest. They could help you though hopefully. There family where distant relatives of the god of the underworld and a few years back -to your regulation- the hair of the family had been able to semi revive his younger brother. If he was able to bring back a child from the dead than surly they would have no problem returning your lost lover to you.

Your eyes waltz over his dormant face one last time before you got up and ran for the door.

"This is all for you my love, all of this is for you"

The Shroud family mansion was located at the top of one of the many hills that plagued the island. It was a dark grisly building that resembled the castles from old tales, where monsters laid dormant. Rumors spiraled around the rural civilization, some saying that the family was cursed by the lord of the dead, whilst others claimed that the shroud family were the long lost descendants of the lord of the dead and the maiden of spring. The curse had been placed on the family by the temperamental mother of the maiden of spring, anathematizing the family to be plagued with death and disappear for the rest of eternity.

Regardless of what their misfortune was, they may very well be the last people on earth who could help you. Surely if the family had brought back their youngest than they could bring back your lover!

You knuckles tapped furiously at the old metal doors of the frightful residence. The rhythm was unkept, unsteady, it's mere sound radiated urgency.

"PLEASE HELP ME"

Your throat burned as you screamed out those three lousy words.

After what felt like forever, the doors cracked open, revealing a tall man obscured by the shadows. Any light that touched the interior of the house seemed to die acidity, making peering inside nearly impossible.

"What business do you have?" The man's voice was croaky as if his vocal cords hadn't been used in years. For a split second, you closed your eyes, trying to organize the thoughts in your head. "My...my...h-hus...lover, my lover is d-dead...o-or rather he is dying....probably fully gone by now..." despite the mess of stuttered letters and mixed-up words, the man seemed to understand your situation. With a long sigh, he pulled you into the somber house.

Fingers still wrapped tightly around your wrist he pulled you around, guiding you through the darkness until you reached a large room lit only by the mysterious blue flames of the fireplace. Sitting by the warmth was a...well it was hard to tell, her face -despite it displaying every bone of her visage coupled with dark sunken eyes- resembled that of a woman no older than thirty, whilst her body resembled a decaying skeleton. What was she? Was she the lady of the residence or yet another monster this bizarre family had created.

"My, love" the man began to speak, his voice was somehow cleared like it had been given some sort of jolt. "This young lady needs Idia's help, she wants to bring back her lover from the dead."

The woman said nothing, her eyes staring ahead, burning a hole in the wall right by your head. "What will she give him in return" despite her "deteriorating" appearance her voice was like soft silk on one's skin, melodious and fair.

"Why herself!" This time the man's voice boomed across the house, echoing through the hallways and falling on you like a cave in.

"M-myself! What the hell do you mean!"

"It sounds fair" the women agreed "my darling sweet son saves your lover and instead you agree to marry him! Oh how wonderful, just like in the tales about grandfather Hades!"

She seemed too thrilled about this, her snow-white eyes gleaming with a sort of delusional passion.

"Idia! Idia honey! Come down your father has a surprise for you!"

The hollow sound of footsteps soon filled the quiet air. Followed by another soft blue glow.

Was there no normal fire in this house?

But it wasn't fire, not exactly. When your eyes fell on the heir of the Shroud family, you suddenly felt a nervous wave crash over you. There was something -even more- unsettling about him, he looked nothing like his charming little brother. For one his hair wasn't...well hair! Sure you'd expect a small batch of blazes heading upwards but this was something else entirely! It resembled a large bonfire that floated towards the ground, rouge sparks falling in every which direction, sizzling and then dying abandoned on the floor. And his eyes, Miosis like pupils floating around in a pool of lemon yellow.

But all the physical appearances aside, the most unsettling thing about him was the gloomy aura that leaked off him, suffocating anyone in his presence. Nervously you took a step back only to be yanked forward again by the taller man.

"Idia baby!" His mother ran over to him, cradling his hands in hers "This cute young lady has agreed to marry you if you can save her lover, just like in that old tale about your great grandfather! Oh, my this is all so romantic!"

It seemed like no one here understood that you were in love WITH SOMEONE ELSE! Or maybe they did and chose to disregard it. Instead, using the bits they retained as kindling to feed their raw excitement. You shifted your gaze back to Idia's face. To your utter terror, he was...smiling? Could that...look...even be called a smile? It seemed more like the way a shark would bare its teeth at a defenseless seal! Oh, gods please don't let this...thing...be your future husband!

"It should be easy enough," His golden gaze landed on you "W-when did...did he die?" it took a few moments before you register that he was talking to you or technically asking you something. "A...A  few..." your voice cracked, tears streaming down your eyes.

"So recently...okay that shouldn't be a p-problem." He turned on his heels and walked back into the seclusion of the halls "I'll grab some things and meet you by the front door"

A few things ended up being a pile of wires and bolts. Something that looked like a light blue ball of energy and so many tools whose names seemed to go over your head.

Idia was kneeling by your lover's bed, pulling apart the skin and fusing metal in its place. Your darling's chest was cracked open, his ribs poking out towards the sky as if praying for life from the lord of the sky. Every once in awhile Idia would pull out a long tool with smoke floating from the top. He'd lay it on an organ watching as the tissue fiber sizzled away under the heat. He would then tie wires and small circular batteries inside.

"His heart stopped working, I'm guessing from some sort of shock"

You just hummed in response, too caught up in how the man you loved was beginning to look like a modern-day Frankenstein rather than a human being.

The sun had long since faded when Idia finally got up from his spot. His bones cracked and screeched at the sudden change, his muscles giving out halfway leaving him to rely on the wall for support to stand. Your lover's chest had been sewn back and covered with a silver piece of metal. His neck was wrapped in the same sort of alloy. His left arm had been cut open so Idia could shove the energy ball inside than cover it, leaving a small enough gap for wires that stretched from his chest to weld into the ball.

"He just needs a boost" Idia murmured that shark-like grin overtaking his pale face once more. From the side table, he plucked up to jumper cables and clipped them on either side of his neck. Jolts and crackles filled the room and sparks flew in every direction, the once-dead body shuffled around, arms and legs moving at random. You shrieked and duck behind Idia.

Only then did he pry the clips from his neck.

Nothing

for too long nothing happened... then there was a slight wiggle in one finger, then another. His eyes slowly began to prey open, looking over his surroundings. The moment his confused gaze feel onto you. Idia turned you around to face him, clumsily smashing his blue chapped lips onto yours.

From the corner of his eyes, Idia watched as the other man began to understand what was happening...even if he was just resurrected there was still agony at the sight of his lover kissing another...

Good! That should show him who you belonged to now!

[simp-tastic]

heh I'm back after watching the new sk8 episode 😅 could I request a nsfw scenario for Cherry Blossom with a fem s/o where he's had a long day skating and wants to just relax with her?

thank you for another great request. great minds think alike, i simp so hard for everyone in sk8 the infinity. 

enjoy! i got a bit carried away

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cherry blossom | Sakurayashiki Kaoru x fem!reader

“Kaoru” you shouted through the house, certain that you had heard the door to your penthouse apartment open, a sure sign that your fiancée had gotten home from ‘S’. However, your call was to no avail, and no response came. You shrugged it off and continued to make a grilled cheese for yourself. You continued like this for a few minutes, finally hearing a small sigh as your lover walked into the large kitchen. You turned around and were immediately privy to the look of defeat on Kaoru’s face.

“baby” you said leaving behind your sandwich and giving full attention to him, “what happened”. you walked over to him and took his hair out of its ponytail so that you could run your hands over his scalp, attempting to make him feel at ease.

“i don’t want to talk about it” kaoru responded almost too quietly to hear. you decided to leave it, not wanting to push him too far. Kaoru decided to take a bath to attempt to calm his nerves. You stood in the middle of the kitchen until you heard the loud running of bath water, and decided to eat your forgotten sandwich.

once you finished your sandwich you sat back and pondered what could have happened that would cause your lover to react like this. Surely he couldn’t have been distraught by the rookie or a fight with joe, this was different, maybe something happened to carla? regardless you decided that you would make him feel better one way or the other, and an absolutely amazing idea popped into your head.

you walked to the bathroom and opened the door to see Kaoru leaning his head back with his arms resting on the side of the bath. at the sound of the door he opened his eyes to see you standing sheepishly in the doorway.

“mind if i join you” you asked nonchalantly, knowing that he couldn’t possibly refuse the tempting offer. something primal shifted in his eyes, and he slowly responded “be my guest”

a mischievous smile creeps across your face as you oh so slowly take off your clothes. starting with your black joggers, you slowly pull the waistband of the pants over the curve of your ass, making sure that kaoru could see everything. next came your crew next, only eliciting an eyebrow raise when he saw your lack of bra. and finally, once everything else was discarded to the pile. kaoru’s eyes rake over your figure, taking in every bump and crevice on your body, his eyes burning into you.

you slowly walk over to him, slowly stepping into the large bath that is more comparable in size to a hot tub. you slowly lower yourself into the hot water, keeping eye contact with your lover the entire time. and as soon as you were fully lowered into the water, he had you trapped between his strong arms. one of his ands comes up and traces the outline of your face, delicately, almost like you are made of glass.

“tell me know if you don’t want this, because i will not be holding back tonight”

you were so incredibly attracted to the man in front of you that all you could do in response to his question was nod. in the same instant, the man in front of you attacked your lips with a ferocity you had never seen before. a large hand found its way to your nipple, playing with the sensitive bud. you let out a small yelp of surprise, which kaoru used to slip his tongue past your lips. after a few more moments he breaks the kiss from your lips, opting for your neck instead, his hand that was on your chest is now dipping below the water.

his hands work farther down and just as a single digit slips past your entrance, his lips find that spot on your neck that makes you wild, and sucks hard. at first you gasp at the sudden intrusion, but very quickly your gasps turn into moans and just as you’re getting used to it, he shoves another finger in your would-be dripping cunt and begins to pump you at a  grueling pace. waves of pleasure wash over you body but it’s just not enough. Kaoru knows this fact and just as his fingers curl to find that rough patch inside you, an eager thumb starts to rub over your clit mercilessly. You look up at your lover with eyes filled with pleasure and pleading to let you cum. he responds to your voiceless question with a curt nod, and you don’t need to be told twice.

pleasure overtakes your body and you body convulses as a high pitched moan escapes your lips. Kaoru stays pumping you at the same rate and keeps pressure on your clit, prolonging your climax even further. when you finally come down, your met with the eyes of your fiancé, loving and golden. he picks you up with one swoop, making sure that you back is supported and carries you over to the bedroom you share, and gently lays you on the springy bed.

you close your eyes in your sprawled out position on the bed, already tired from the orgasm you just had. when you open your eyes again, Kaoru has put his hair out of his face with a messy bun and his eyes are locked with yours.

“i know your tired honey suckle so i’ll do all the work” your lover says as he trails one hand up your leg. “are you prepped enough to take it” he says, lining his already hard cock up agains you entrance. that same primal look beginning to gleam in his eyes again. you gave him a small nod, telling him that you were ready.

almost in that same moment he was balls deep inside your dripping cunt, and a cry of both pain and pleasure burst through your lips. he gives you no time to adjust as he pulls almost completely back out and then back in at a grueling pace. the pain you once felt is now completely replaced with pleasure and every time he trusts back in he’s now rubbing your walls so perfectly, it feels like you were made for each other. you’re already so sensitive from your previous orgasm that every touch threatens to send you over the edge, and Kaoru is very aware of this fact. one of your shaky hands goes to find you clit, but is slapped away by your lover. “hey, no touching yourself, let me” he says to you with a loving smile. you take your hand away just as he starts rubbing quick circles against your clit. you’re so close, but you need Kaoru to let you cum. you look up at him and let out a barely audible, ‘please’.

“ i know baby. i know you want to cum, but just wait a little longer so we can finish together” he says with loving eyes, holding your hand as he continues to pound into you. his strokes start to become less calculated and strained moans escape his mouth so you know he’s close. He leans close to your ear and whisper, “cum for me honeysuckle”. you don’t need to be told twice, waves of pleasure overtake your body, and you bite down on the junction between your lovers neck and shoulder, eliciting a loud groan from him. you cunt convulses around him and and milks every last drop from his veiny cock. so much pleasure is coursing through your body that you begin to skate uncontrollably as you moan into Kaoru’s large shoulder.

Kaoru pulls out of you and flops down onto the bed, obviously on the verge of passing out from the events of the day. when you look over at your fiancée your met with his loving gaze. he reaches out to pull you in and you lie there, chest to chest, your head tucked under his chin. you quietly ask, “what happened today baby” but when you look up, he’s already asleep. you decide once again, to drop the matter for today, and you lay your head agains his chest, and drift off into peaceful sleep.

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Caution to the Wind PART 2 

For PART 1 Click HERE

Pairing: Yoongi x reader  

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, a lot of first times, tension, Solo/ mutual masturbation (m) (f),  mentions of virginity and losing it (friendship pact)

*AUTHORS NOTE: Warnings will update per chapter as things get steamier*

Permanent Tag List: @mochilicious-yoongi @heyimtavia ​

Rating: 18 and over

You wake to the sun peeking through his curtains, rolling to find Yoongi gone. You stretch your body out before sitting up and looking about for your phone. Yoongi soon enters, coffee in hand, once you send an all is well text to your mother. He hands you the mug with a smile, “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” “Morning. I did, thanks. How about you?” He nods, taking a seat at his desk. “Do you want to talk about last night?” He murmurs. You sip your coffee, shrugging at his question. “Do you?” “I mean, I'm sorry about ruining the kiss. I'll try to control myself more.” “No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have, uh, you know, touched you.” You look away from him, your face heating. “I mean, I understand but also…. it's ok if you did…. or if you wanted to…. uh…. No pressure.” He stutters, scratching at the back of his neck. You can't help but giggle, your nerves kicking in heavily. “Why?” He chuckles. “I'm sorry I'm not laughing at you. I'm just, this is just a bit awkward to talk about.” You reply. He nods, covering his face with his hands. “How can we make it not awkward?” He asks from behind his hands. “Maybe let's not talk about it beforehand. We should just let it happen naturally.” You explain. He lowers his hands, nodding at you. “Ok, you’re right let's just move on then. What do you want to do today?” “Let's just chill out, watch a movie or play a video game. We can head back to my place.” “Ok, well let's do that early. I don't want to hang around here too long.” “Okay, let me just shower and get dressed.” “Same.” He says, jumping up to grab clothes from his dresser to pack.  

You watch as he neatly folds his things and places them into his duffle bag. He soon turns to you. “You can shower first Y/N, it'll give me time to get my stuff together.” You smile, grabbing your duffle and heading into the restroom. You exit fully dressed and ready to go, frowning when you hear Yoongi arguing with his mother. “You are never home!” “You never make it so I want to be home!” “How happy then you will be to move out and into the dorms? Finally, away from your terrible mother.” “I’m counting down the days!” He shouts, stomping up the stairs and into the bedroom. You lock eyes and he just shakes his head. “I'll be quick.” He grumbles, heading into the restroom.  

You both head down the stairs to leave, Yoongi’s mother in the kitchen staring at you. “Have a good day.” You wave at her. She simply nods, turning away as you both walk out. “You know you don’t have to try so hard. She doesn’t care.” “I’ve known her since I was a little kid. Of course, I have to try. My mother would kill me if she found out I was anything but respectful to your mom.” “My mom loves you Y/N, things have just been tough at home.” “I know Yoongi, you don’t have to explain. I’m sure things will blow over soon enough.” He nods, taking a seat at the bus stop. “I feel bad that she and I have grown so far apart.” He says finally. “Well, you are both pretty prideful. Someone has to give in and say I’m sorry.” “It won’t be her that’s for sure.” “Then it should be you.” He shakes his head at your suggestion. “Maybe one day but just not today.” You nod, not wanting to press anymore, luckily the bus arrives.  

You make it to your house and figure out a quick dinner, your mom texting to say she'll be working late. Yoongi, always being the kind guy he is, packs a plate for your mom to eat when she arrives home. You both clean up and head to your room. “Go kart?” You smirk at Yoongi, who nods. “You’re going to lose.” “Whatever, we shall see. Set it up, I’m gonna change into my pajamas.” You instruct, heading into your bathroom to change into a black tank top and sleep shorts. When you emerge, Yoongi is sitting on the rug at the front of the TV, the video game on, cheerful music filling the room. “Ready to lose?” He chuckles, his smile turning into a cough when he looks you over. He hands you a controller and you take a seat next to him.  

You smirk to yourself, watching from the corner of your eye as Yoongi eyeballs you, and you wonder to yourself if you will always have this effect on him. “Better keep focus Min.” You tease, getting the one up on him and taking the lead. Your avatar zooms quickly, your heart beating fast, your knuckles aching from how tightly you hold the controller. Soon your avatar passes the finish line, the game whistling to inform you both the level is over. “Woooooo!” You scream, dropping the remote and lifting your arms in the air. Yoongi rolls his eyes, nodding calmly. “Best 2 outta three.” He wagers. “OK but let’s make it interesting.” He scoffs at your remark. “Interesting how?” You feel your body heat. Getting the one up on Yoongi has your core needy. You go to set your terms when your mother bursts through the door, startling you. “Hey, thanks for dinner. I’m going to crash. It was a long day. Try to keep it down ok.” “Yeah mom, sorry.” “Night.” She winks, closing the door.

“What was I saying?” You look back at Yoongi. “You wanted to make things interesting.” “Oh yes! So, since you lost this round, I want your shirt.” You smirk. His brow furrows and he looks down at his t-shirt, laughing nervously. “I’m not wearing anything underneath.” You shrug at his comment and feel your face heat when his Adam’s apple bobs with his hard swallow. He chuckles again and grabs the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head. He tosses it to you, his gorgeous skin on display, and you drop it in front of you happily. “Next round is mine.” He warns, grabbing his remote. You begin the next round and find yourself hyper focused on winning. Your hands are aching, not as large as Yoongi’s who can grip the control with ease. You squeal excitedly, in the lead. Yoongi grumbles under his breath, “I’m not going to lose this one!” You giggle at his words, taking your eyes away from the screen for a moment. Suddenly, Yoongi’s eyes light up and you whip your head back to the screen to see a computer player shoot a bomb at your avatar, knocking you out of first place. “No!” You whine, watching your avatar spin out of control. Yoongi whoops over and over beside you, his avatar quickly taking the lead. He leans up onto his knees, happily making noises under his breath, his avatar zooming over the finish line. He tosses his controller, throwing his arms up before pointing at you. “Told you I’d win. Take those shorts off.”

You scoff, a fit of adrenaline riddled giggles soon taking over you. You stand, tucking your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and drop them to the ground, using your foot to kick them over to him. He holds them for a moment in his arms, staring at you in your lacey black thong. You adjust the straps higher up on your full hips, slowly squatting down and sitting on your feet, your ass on full display for him. “Next round is mine.” You point at him. He doesn’t speak, unable to pull his gaze away from your plump behind. His eyes tracing your every outline, making your core burn with desire. “Focus Min, I want to win fair and square.” You say, grabbing the controller and setting up the next round. He grabs his controller, his eyes still taking you in. You’d be lying if you said that having his eyes on you wasn’t the best feeling in the world right now. You felt your arousal push pass your slit, wetting the fabric of your thong. You start the level and chuckle to yourself at the fact that you both are barely putting in an effort.  

You see Yoongi's avatar speed up suddenly and so you decide to slow down, letting him win! “Ha,” He exclaims, “I win!” “I guess you do.” You shrug. His excitement soon fades, and He looks over your body again. “Um, well there’s not much to ask for.” He whispers, scratching the back of his neck. “You sure? Maybe you aren’t being creative enough.” You tell him, crawling over and locking lips with his. He moans, melting into the kiss. You pull away briefly to take in his needy look. “Don’t stop." He almost begs, leaning forward to kiss you again. You deepen the kiss, straddling him. Your cunt aching when he swirls his tongue around yours. His hands find purchase at your lower back, his fingertips fiddling with the fabric of your tank. You break the kiss again, “Do you want me to take it off?” His eyes widen and he stutters over what to say but the twitch in his pants give him away.

You sit up a bit at the feeling of his member pressing into you, his cheeks reddening, “I’m sorry.” He whispers. You shake your head, “It’s ok. I like how it feels.” You rock a bit in his lap, watching how his mouth falls open and his grip on your back tightens. “Is this, ok?” You ask in the hopes he’ll say yes, the friction against your yearning sex just what you need. He doesn’t speak, just nods, his hands falling to your hips. He tucks his slender fingers under the straps of your thong, gripping at your flesh before aiding you back and forth across his clothed erection. You mewl at the amazing feeling that slowly builds deep inside you. “Do.... do you like this?” He pants. You nod, moving your hips faster. He lets a soft moan escape and you’re quick to shush him for fear your mother will hear.

He bites his lower lip to keep from being too noisy and you find yourself trying hard to grind against him. You groan annoyed at how difficult it is to keep a good pace on the floor, your knees digging into the rug. “Let’s move to the bed.” You urge, standing. Yoongi hops up and follows you towards the bed. You sit down watching him approach, his erection creating a tent like effect at the front of his jeans. You swallow back you lust for him, rubbing your thighs together. “Do you want to take your jeans off?” He looks down at himself and back at you, his face and neck reddening. “Do you want me to? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You nod, feeling so overwhelmingly horny that you reach for his belt and begin to undo his pant. “Fuck Y/N.... I.... this has never happened before. I’m freaking out a bit.” “Me too,” You reassure him, “If you want me to stop at any time, just tell me.” He shakes his head, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watches you tug his jeans down.  

“Lie back.” You instruct. Yoongi shakily does as he’s told, groaning when you straddle him again. You moan lustfully at how amazing his clothed manhood feels against your clothed womanhood, so much better than any pillow. You want so badly to wildly grind against him, desperate for release. He has his hands on your thighs, his eyes fixed on you, waiting for your instructions. You lick your lips, an even naughtier thought coming to your mind. You slide back a bit, palming him gently, mewling at how incredible he feels in your hand even clothed. He releases a deep breath, his eyes closing shut at the feeling. “Do you like this?” You question even though you know his answer. He simply nods. Your body shivers at the sounds of his moaning. A surge of needy lust coursing through you. You grip his heavy manhood before nestling yourself into his lap again. You roll your hips into his. “Oh god!” He almost yells. “Shh! Try to be quiet.” You lean in to whisper in his ear. “Pl-please, go faster.” He begs and you nod, moving your hips in quick flicks across his erection.  

“Do, do you like this?” He groans. “It’s nice. I like watching you.” You admit. He smiles seductively, wrapping an arm around your waist and flipping you onto your back. “I want you to like it too.” He whispers, shoving his erection into your soaked center. You can't help but hitch forward, dry humping your needy bud into his length. You moan quietly into his ear, reveling in the gentle kisses he traces along your collar bone and neck. Your skin begins to goose at the feeling of his soft lips against your hot skin. Your body burning as it nears your climax. “Yoongiiii, touch me.” You cry out. He stops completely, hovering over you and staring at your face. “Oh, Y/N, I want to, I’m just nervous. Maybe if you don’t mind, we can we try something else? If you don’t like it, we can stop.” “OK, yeah, what did you have in mind?” He bites his lip and you’ve never felt more turned on. “Show me how you make yourself cum.” He whispers. “Are you serious?” You giggle a bit. “Yeah, um, it’s a fantasy of mine. Like I want to see you touch yourself. I'll do it to. If you want to.” He whispers, his eyes fired with lust as he leans in for a kiss. You nod, running your hand into his hair. Your tongues swirling around one another in desperate fury.

“Should I stay lying back?” You ask. Yoongi shrugs. “Are you comfortable this way?” You nod in response. “Ok. I can do whatever.” He explains, leaning back on his heels, still nestled between your legs. You both watch each other. One waiting for the other to make the first move. You bite your lip, dying for release. “Show me your cock.” Yoongi's eyes widen, and he chuckles nervously. “Fuck, that's so hot. I've never heard you talk like that. I'm so horny right now. I want you. I want you so bad. Show me too. Um, I want to see your…uh….” “Pussy.” You finish his sentence. He groans deeply, palming himself with a needy nod. You let out a shaky breath at the sight of him already touching himself. “You’re so beautiful Y/N, do you know that? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.” He confesses, gripping your thigh. “Oh Yoongi.” You whimper, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his sweet pout. He takes over the kiss immediately, suckling on your tongue and soon your lips.  

You can't take it anymore and reach into his underwear. You wrap your hands around his length, swallowing the desperate whine that leaves his throat. You begin stroking him from root to tip ever so slowly. You’ve watched porn before and had always seen the women in them start this way. You break away from the kiss to look down at his member, never having seen one up close before. He’s long, thick, and veiny. The tip the same pink as his lips. Your mouth hangs open as you watch yourself work and you soak yourself even more. Yoongi looks down also, his breathing erratic, soft moans leaving his kiss swollen pout. “Just like that, that’s so good.” He praises, reaching back to squeeze your ass. You marvel at the sticky pre-cum that spills from his reddening tip, licking your lips when it’s dribbles down onto your hand. “Fuckkkk.... this feels so amazing. You sure this.... is.... your first time doing this?” You nod at his question, your chest filling with pride. “Lie back, Y/N.” He instructs, grabbing his cock from your grasp. You nod, doing as your told and lying back. You release a shuddered breath at the sight of him stroking just his tip. His head falls back and he’s a moaning mess. His chest rises and falls so fast, you wonder if he'll hyperventilate. “Take your thong off Y/N.” You do as your told, bending your knees to your chest to remove the sticky fabric from your saturated core. You chuck the material to the side, parting your legs slowly on either side of a knelt down Yoongi.

“Fuck....she's gorgeous. Sss- So fucking wet. She’s practically glistening.” Yoongi stutters. You bite your lip, lowering a hand to glide your fingers through your slit. “I’m so wet for you.” You pant, grinding against your own hand. He shudders, watching your fingers maneuver through your slick folds. He begins to stroke himself in slowly, his eyes fixed on your core. Your mouth falls open and you widen your legs to give him more of a view. “Oh, fuck Y/N! You’re so wet. Watching you is so fucking hot.” He breathes desperately. You glide a finger through your slit, collecting your juices, and rubbing soft circles on your swollen nub. All the while Yoongi continues stroking the whole of his length, focusing on his tip with quick circular motions. You both moan out loud, unable to keep your eyes off your respective roaming hands.

You begin to pick up speed, rubbing larger circles against your clit, eliciting a long low moan from your lips. “God, Y/N. Watching you is better than any porn,” He whispers, hitching his hips upwards into his clenched fist at the same pace in which your fingers move, “I love watching you. I can’t take my eyes off of you. You’re so gorgeous.” “Ah, Yoongi. I’m so close.” “Shit baby. This feels so good, so fucking good. I’m not going to last much longer either.” You lock eyes with him and soon begin rocking against your fingers. Yoongi tightens his grip around his length and you watch his expression of lust turn to desperation. “Fuck Y/N, I can’t hold it. I’m going to cum baby.” Something about him announcing his climax brings about your own climax. “Yes, cum Yoongi, cum. Cum on my belly. I’m going to cum too.” You mewl, lifting your tank to expose your belly. “Oh, fuck! Really? That so fucking….” He is unable to finish his sentence, your orgasm striking you like a ton of bricks. His eyes widen watching you bite your lip hard to keep from screaming, never having cum so hard in your life. Your back arches, looking up just as Yoongi moans out, spurts of white shooting from his tip onto your expose tummy. You gasp at the amount of fluid one person can produce but at the same you are so turned on by it.  

He soon slows his movements, leaning in to kiss you. “That was just, wow. Are you ok?” “Yeah, are you?” Yoongi chuckles at your question, kissing you again. “It was so great.” You both find yourself giggling. “Good thing your mom didn’t pop in, or we’d be dead!” “No shit!” “I made a mess. I’m sorry. Let me grab a towel and I’ll clean all this up.” Yoongi offers, kissing you again. He gets up, tucking himself away, walking towards your bathroom. You look down at your messy belly thinking of how girls in porn love the taste of cum. You swirl your finger in his seed, bringing your hand up to your nose to smell it. The scent is distinct, almost reminding you of cake batter. You drop your hand immediately when you hear Yoongi come out of the restroom with a wet washcloth. “You sure you ok?” He asks again. “Yeah, I’m good. I was just so overcome by like hormones I guess.” “That’s ok. There’s nothing wrong with that. Besides we are supposed to be here to help each other out so don’t feel weird or anything. You can always ask me to you know.” He smirks, wiggling his fingers in front of his face. You slap his arm, laughing out loud. He carefully cleans his mess from your abdomen, folding the towel up and chucking it in your laundry bin. “I think I’m going to shower actually.” You tell him. “Ok sure.” He plops back on the bed. “Wanna join me?” You offer. His eyes pop open and he leans up quickly. “Uh, seriously?” You start heading off to the restroom, turning to face him. “Well? You coming?” He leaps off the bed and runs into the bathroom after you.

[fruitcoops]

eve omg omg omg the jules fic was so amazing!!!! i'm so excited for the rest :))))

Here’s part two of Adventures in Babysitting! The editing was being finnicky, so I’m sorry for the wait. Hope you enjoy! Sweater Weather and Jules credit belongs to @lumosinlove!

“Are you warm enough?” Sirius asked as he swiped Jules’ bangs beneath the edge of his beanie. Jules nodded, still sleepy even at seven thirty in the morning. “D’accord, let’s get going. Re, did you let Hattie out?”

“Yep, she’s all set in the living room.” Remus kissed him as he passed, hauling his duffel up and resting his hand between Jules’ shoulder blades to guide him down the steps. “Careful, buddy, it’s slippery.”

“I know,” Jules mumbled. “D’you think it’ll snow?”

Sirius looked up—the sky was still fairly dark, but smudges of thick grey clouds seemed to be rolling in. “Probably.”

The drive to the rink was quiet and peaceful; a six o’clock wake up call was tough even on the best of mornings, when they didn’t have a third tiny person to worry about. Regulus sounded like he was waking as they left the house, and Sirius hoped he’d stick around long enough to say goodbye. Pascal’s house wasn’t far, but Sirius knew he would miss having him around.

“Morning, boys,” Remus called as they entered the locker room.

“Morning,” Kasey yawned, stretching his thigh out. “How’s the kid?”

“Sleepy.”

“Big mood. He’s with Moody again today?”

“Yep. They’ll probably come watch again at some point.” Remus smiled to himself. “Thank you guys for showing off yesterday, by the way. He couldn’t stop talking about it the whole evening.”

“Who’s ready to win a game?” James whooped, barging in and looking far too awake for his own good.

Leo frowned. “Game’s tomorrow, Pots.”

“It’s never too early to get hyped, baby rookie.” James patted him on the head as he passed and Leo scowled.

“I’m not a rookie anymore! Loops is!”

“If I call Loops a rookie, he’s going to make sure I never have children again,” James laughed, throwing a t-shirt to Remus from across the aisle. “Here, I borrowed that a couple weeks ago.”

Remus gave it a tentative sniff. “Dude, you didn’t even wash it?”

“It’s something to remember me by.”

“You’re a walking nightmare.”

“Nah, you love me.”

There was a new intensity to their practice that morning—they had beat the Ravens before, sure, but that didn’t mean they were guaranteed to win this time. Even James centered himself, tapping a puck back and forth with Remus until it was nothing but a blur between them. Sirius didn’t see Jules or Moody at any point throughout their ice time, which left him a little disappointed when the timer went off and it was time to hit the gym.

They all did lighter workouts, more like cool down exercises rather than legitimate muscle-building routines. Sirius let himself fall into the rhythm of squats, pushups, and jump-roping until each beat of his heart aligned with the impact of his feet on the mats. The jingle of his ringtone finally signaled the end of practice and a collective sigh went up.

“See you tomorrow, gents,” Nado said as he stood and stretched his back. Sirius felt the mood change as the pre-game heaviness settling over them like a weighted blanket.

Remus wandered over and gave his shoulder a light nudge. “I’ll shower and get Jules while you finish up, yeah?”

“Sounds good. I’ll be quick.” Sirius pressed their foreheads together in lieu of a kiss before turning back to the rest of the guys as stretches began. “You know the spiel. Get some sleep, carb load, all that jazz.”

“Got it, Cap,” Leo said. He tried for a smile, though he looked troubled.

“The Ravens are a great team, but we’re better. We beat them before and we can do it again. Shake off the weird vibes, okay? We can do this.” We have to if we want to make it to the playoffs, he thought instinctively before reaching over to tap the strip of wooden floor that the mats didn’t quite cover. Nope. No playoff thoughts. Just the game.

Eight minutes and a dozen fist-bumps later, they arrived at the locker room in a jumble of bodies. Sirius paused at the end of the hall and heard more than one quiet ‘awww’; Remus was waiting outside, as promised, with Jules fast asleep in his arms. He winked when he saw them and held a finger to his lips, stepping out of the way so they could sneak past.

Moving over a dozen fully-grown hockey players through a small space was not the most stealthy of activities, especially when all of them lingered to get a look at the sleeping child—it was no surprise that Jules woke up partway through and blinked drowsily at them. “Hmm?”

“It’s okay, buddy, you can sleep,” Remus murmured, hitching him a little higher up. “We’re heading home soon.”

“But I wanna watch,” Jules said, pouting slightly. Kasey made a soft noise and put his hand over his heart.

“You can watch the game tomorrow,” James said in a gentle voice. It wasn’t baby talk, persay, but Sirius had definitely heard him use that same soothing tone when Harry started to fuss. Jules snuggled his face into Remus’ neck again with a hum.

Sirius showered quickly and grabbed his bag, barely checking to see if his stuff was all there before ducking out of the locker room with a final mock-salute to the guys. “How long has he been asleep?” he asked as he picked up Remus’ duffel.

“He was out cold on the PT table.” Remus laughed under his breath. “Moody said he was a firecracker for about an hour and a half, but he came back from the bathroom and found him all curled up.”

“That’s so fucking cute. Did you get a picture?”

“Already sent it to my folks.” Remus carefully set Jules in the backseat of the car and buckled him in while Sirius closed the trunk as quietly as he could. Once they were in their respective seats, Remus leaned over the console and gave him a proper kiss, nice and slow. It sent a buzz all the way down to Sirius’ toes.

The lights were off at the house when they arrived; Jules was fully awake by then and Sirius watched his face fall at the same time his own heart clenched. “Regulus left.”

“Yeah, I think so. It’s okay, we’ll see him tomorrow.” Sirius added the last sentence partly for himself—he tried to keep in mind that Regulus was an adult and had moved out ages ago, but they had settled into their routine so quickly. He didn’t want the house to feel empty again.

“Hey.” Remus’ hand was light on his elbow and he blinked, looking over at his smile. “You alright?”

“Yeah, all good. Let’s get some lunch.” He offered a smile that he knew was weak, but Remus linked their hands all the same and kissed his cheek before getting both their bags out of the back.

Jules was playing hopscotch with the checkerboard of ice patches on the sidewalk; it had snowed while they were at practice, after all. There was a faint bark from inside and Jules gasped happily, racing toward the front door with reckless abandon and pressing his face against the wood. “Hi, Hattie-girl!”

Sirius unlocked the door, bending slightly to absorb her impact as she tumbled into them both and covered Jules’ face in kisses, wiggling to pieces with sheer joy. She sprinted for her toy box and grabbed a knotted rope, trotting back to Jules for him to grab the other end and tug.

“Do we have leftovers from last night?’ Remus called from the doorway when Sirius headed into the kitchen.

“I don’t think so, but we have turkey. How does a sandwich sound?”

“F—uh, really great.” Remus grimaced as he walked in and dropped his wallet on the counter. “I have got to be better about my language. Mom’s still mad at me for teaching Jules to say ‘fuck’, and that was years ago.”

“You had no qualms about teaching Harry bad words.”

“And you had no qualms about being on a desert island without me,” Remus said coolly. “Yet here we are.”

“Touché.” Sirius turned around to construct the sandwiches and felt someone lightly slap his ass. He laughed, raising an eyebrow. “Hello.”

“Hey,” Remus grinned, stealing a slice of cheese from his small pile and hopping up to sit on the counter.

“I don’t know why you do that.”

“Slap your ass or steal food? I do both because I love you.”

“I meant sitting on the counter. You know, where we eat.”

“I like to feel extra tall,” Remus said, reaching for another slice of cheese until Sirius gently smacked his hand away.

“Shortie.”

“Fuck off.”

“That’s a bad word,” Jules said from the doorway with a smile. He looked quite disheveled from playing with the dog.

Remus sighed. “It is, indeed. Don’t repeat it.”

“I could.”

“But you won’t.”

“I could.”

“I’ll tell mom.”

“She’d blame you for teaching me.”

“I’ll tell dad.”

“He’d think it was hilarious, and then he’d tell mom and she’d chew you out.”

Remus rolled his eyes and scooted over to make room for Jules to hop up next to him. Sirius threw his hands in the air. “Both of you! What the hell? Who taught you to do that?”

They shared a glance and shrugged. Sirius was starting to understand why people thought it was creepy how similar he and Regulus looked. “It’s a side effect of being the wiry kids on the block when everyone else is taller,” Remus said, snorting as Jules flexed his skinny arms.

Sirius handed them each a sandwich and, with a heavy sigh, boosted himself up to join them. The marble was cold, but it was…kind of fun to swing his legs and get a few extra inches of height. “I think he likes it,” Jules stage-whispered to Remus.

“It’s not horrible,” Sirius conceded, taking a bite of his food.

“Come to the Dark Side, we have the best places to sit.”

Jules widened his eyes and wiggled his fingers at Sirius until they were all laughing too hard to actually eat, then fell into silence as hunger took precedence after not having anything substantial since breakfast. “Are you good with reading or watching TV for a bit while we take a nap?” Remus asked between sips of water. Jules nodded, still making his way through his sandwich.

“What’re we doing after?”

Sirius paused at the same time Remus stopped halfway through a drink of water. They made eye contact, and he knew they were thinking the exact same thing: oh, fuck, we actually have to do things with a child around. “Uh, we’re…going to the park,” Remus said.

Jules made a happy noise around his sandwich and swung his legs. “Cool!”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“Okay, mom.”

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The park was a winter wonderland, to say the least. Four inches of snow coated the grassy field and weighed down the branches of the trees lining the playfield, where about a dozen kids built snowmen with their parents. Hattie’s breath fogged the window as they parked and her wagging tail lightly smacked Jules’ forehead every few seconds.

Jules was out of the car the second Sirius turned the engine off, grabbing Hattie’s leash and leaping into the nearest snowbank with a whoop. Remus burst out laughing and followed him with a final glance over his shoulder to Sirius.

They were making halfhearted snow angels when he finally wandered over to the snowbank. They looked so peaceful, so content and happy.

Remus gasped when the first snowball hit him dead center in his chest. Jules laughed even harder until the next one landed in the neck of his coat and poured a veritable waterfall of snow down his front. They both stared up at Sirius in shock and betrayal; he grinned and tucked his chilly hands into his pockets.

“Go for the legs, Jules,” Remus advised as he scrambled up, keeping one hand on his beanie so it didn’t fall off.

Sirius barely made it three steps before Jules grabbed him around the shin and nearly tripped him. He did his best not to drag the kid face-first through the snow, but Jules didn’t seem to mind as he hooked an arm around his other ankle and Remus collided with his shoulder, sending all three of them to the ground in a heap. “Ugh.”

“Gotcha,” Jules said, clambering onto his chest with a breathless smile. Hattie, who had come over to see what all the fuss was about, began licking his half-frozen ear.

Remus sprinkled a handful of snow onto his face, slowly obscuring his view until everything was icy and white. “Vengeance is sweet, huh, buddy?”

“Totally.”

Sirius wiped the snow away and blinked up at two pairs of amber eyes. “I surrender?”

“I should hope so,” Remus laughed as he stood up and brushed himself off, offering a hand to help him to his feet. He kissed his nose in consolation as Jules took Hattie’s leash and ran off toward the playfield, where he would no doubt make seven new best friends within the hour.

“Cute kid,” a middle-aged woman with a kind smile said as she stopped next to them.

“Isn’t he?” Sirius smiled as Hattie rolled onto her back for belly rubs from three different kids.

“How old?”

“Ten.”

Her eyebrows rose and she looked at Remus. “You must have been young when you had him.”

“What? Oh, no, he’s my little brother!” he said quickly.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, you just look so similar,” she laughed, clearly embarrassed.

“No worries, it happens all the time. Which one is yours?”

She pointed to a giggling little girl on the swings, whose dark curls were braided back into a poofy bun. “Lena turned twelve yesterday.”

“Aw, happy birthday to her!” Sirius wrapped his arm around Remus’ waist and put his hand in his back pocket, pulling him close for warmth. They both waved to Jules when he looked over and beamed at them.

The temperature dropped rapidly as four thirty came and the sun began to set; soon, the fat flakes of snow grew smaller and icier as they flurried around the park. Lena and her mother left about half an hour before Remus started bouncing on his toes in an effort to keep warm. Sirius considered himself a decent fiancé, so he figured it would be best to not let Remus freeze solid.

Jules was damp and shivering with melted snow when they got back to the house and Hattie immediately laid down in front of the heater vent as he ran upstairs for a hot bath; Remus and Sirius peeled their soaked outer layers off and hung them in the bathroom to dry.

“If he gets hypothermia, mom’s gonna kill me,” Remus muttered as he shook Jules’ scarf out over the bathtub, though Sirius could see the genuine concern in his eyes.

“He’ll be fine,” he assured him with a gentle hip check. “We were only there for a couple hours and we left pretty quick after it got really cold.”

“He was shivering in the car.”

“Re.” Sirius set his coat down and took Remus’ face between his hands. “Jules will be just fine.”

“We would be really good parents.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Not now, obviously, but I think we’d be good parents.” Sudden nervousness shadowed his face. “Sorry, that was way out of the blue. Do you—do you not want that?”

“No, I do! I really, really do but…we’ve never talked about it before. Like, in depth.” I wouldn’t be a good dad. I barely know what a good parent looks like, aside from yours and the Potters.

Remus relaxed. “Oh. Well, I don’t think it would be a great idea to adopt kids while we’re still working full time playing hockey, but in the future…” He shrugged, the edge of his mouth ticking up in a smile. “I think about it sometimes.”

“Me, too.” There was a splash upstairs and they both laughed. “Well, I guess we’re about to have an indoor swimming pool.”

“I’ll get the towels.”

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Sirius was almost done with the dinner dishes when he realized he hadn’t heard much noise from Jules’ room in quite a while, and yet Remus had yet to come back downstairs. He paused, listening to the muffled voices—no, not voices. Just one.

He rinsed the last plate and washed his hands, making a face at the weird soap texture and the ensuing dryness of his knuckles. There were few chores he genuinely disliked, but dishes were one of them.

The door to the guest bedroom was still open when he went upstairs, and a soft light shone out. He stopped in the doorway, a greeting dying in his throat.

“—‘hold it up!’ said Gandalf. ‘And look closely!’” Remus lowered his voice into a grumble as he read Gandalf’s lines; Jules was entranced, though he struggled to keep his eyes open for more than three seconds at a time. “As Frodo did so, he now saw fine lines, finer than the finest pen-strokes, running along the ring, outside and inside: lines of fire that seemed to form the letters of a flowing script.”

He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at Sirius, flushing faint pink. In the pause, Jules sighed softly. “Why’d you stop?”

“We’ll pick it up again tomorrow night,” Remus whispered, brushing his fringe out of his eyes. “Sleep well, buddy.”

“Sweet dreams,” Sirius added.

Jules mumbled and snuggled deeper under the blankets while Remus set the book on the nightstand and turned the bedside lamp off.

“That was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” Sirius said as soon as he had closed the door behind them and they walked down the hall to their bedroom. “Was that The Hobbit?”

“Fellowship of the Ring. It’s one of my favorites, and he picked it up this afternoon while we were napping.” Remus pulled his shirt off and sifted through their sheets for his pajama pants. “Did you do the dishes?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks, baby. That was really sweet of you.”

“You were busy being adorable.”

“Shush,” Remus scoffed, though the blush returned to his cheeks as he curled up under the covers and made grabby hands toward Sirius. “C’mere.”

The bed was cold when he laid down, but Remus was warm, and soon they were tangled together as the moon shone through their window. Sirius drifted off to slow breaths and dreams of the future, where maybe—just maybe—their kid wouldn’t have to leave after four more days. 

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The Bat & The Lantern || Batman x Reader

Hi, lovely! I had so much fun writing this (I'm not gonna lie, I was quite nervous at first, since I don't know that much about the whole green lantern universe, but guess it turned out...ok?) so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did and to be honest, I would like to revisit this story again in the future!

Little disclaimer: The reader is a Human green lantern but similar to star-lord she lived the majority of her life in space, that's why she's so oblivious as to whom Batman is, also this takes place during Dick Grayson early years as robin (12-13).

Word count: 2233!!!

Summary: Reader is a new member of the Justice League...but Batman doesn't seem too happy about it.

Keys: Y/S/N: Your Superhero Name | Y/N: Your (real) Name.

Hal Jordan was your friend since you joined the green lanterns (which it was barely 3 or 4 years ago)

Basically...you were "new"

But that didn't stop your fellow green lanterns (?) From seeing all your potential.

Everyone is convinced that with the right training and perseverance, you will become one of the greatest green lanterns of all time.

So, it didn't take long before you proved yourself to be capable enough to join the big leagues.

More specifically, The Justice League.

Hal was the one to introduce you to his companions.

The Amazonian, the human looking alien, the speedster, the other Alien not so human looking, the half robot; everyone was so nice to you since they met you.

Everyone except...The grumpy bat.

When you first introduced yourself, he didn't even bother to be as welcoming as the others.

He just stood there, looking all big and serious that you almost thought it was a statue or the poor guy had catatonic lapses or was way too shy or socially awkward to approach you.

You felt bad, so you approached him instead.

—Hi! I'm Y/S/N...—You said enthusiastically before being abruptly interrupted.

—I know, I heard your introduction already—His voice so devoid of any kind of emotion that you may as well had been talking to a machine.

"Scanning complete, Batman"

A voice inside his cowl informed him, it sounded like an older man with a British accent.

—Thank you, I'll check it later.

That’s when it hit you…the reason why he was watching you so intensely and standing so incredibly still: He was scanning you.

Fucking. Son. Of. A. Bitch.

You stayed there, your face paralyzed with surprise and anger, without knowing very well what to answer; you didn't want to cause a scene on your first day, but this man was just so rude; That is not an appropriate way to receive a new member. yes, it is normal to have suspicions, but you would appreciate if he had the decency to let his suspicions be known when you weren't present.

—she just introduced herself and already on with the paranoic behavior, Bats? seriously? —Hal stepped in your defense.

—this is a routine procedure; I'm just being cautious.

—He was like that at the beginning with all of us too, don’t worry he’ll warm up to you in no time—Wonder woman whispered in your ear after watching your uncomfortable expression.

Ultimatedly you decided to listen to the amazonian and let that one slide, “is normal to be wary of new things anyways” you repeated yourself.

As the months passed you have grown quite frustrated. Between all the missions and meetings even though you felt your relationship with the rest of the team grow closer and they began to trust you and respect you; your relationship with the Batman stayed pretty much the same.

Yes, there was a bit of progress….a bit.

He was bit more talkative to you, a bit more “friendly”, a bit more trusting.

But it was always just a bit never actually fully a teammate to you, your relationship felt more like distant coworkers.

At the beginning it didn’t worry you too much, until your lack of communication started to mess with your performance in the missions, sometimes something completely bizarre and unexpected would happen and because both of you didn’t know each other very well, the mission would take the double amount of time to resolve since you couldn’t coordinate at all.

One time he almost ran you over with his batwing…

The whole thing was kinda funny looking back on it but at the time you were furious (rightfully so)

In his defense, he didn’t knew you were there…I mean…you basically where standing in his parking spot (not that you knew there was such a thing, most members could fly or at least jump really high, so you kinda always forgot he couldn’t…and to be honest you didn’t know his exact powers)

—Sorry—was all he said as he got out of the strangely shaped flying vehicle and directed only one glance at you to make sure you where ok before entering the building, always maintaining that characteristic calm and cold demeanor.

One day you entered the hall of justice earlier than usual only to find an unexpected guest sitting in one of the empty chairs his gaze fixated on a book, he was wearing a rather colorful suit of some sort matching his green mask, then you realized when you were close enough…he was a C H I L D.

You panicked, why was a child here? Is he some sort of mini spy? How was he able to get through the security system?  Did he touch anything dangerous?

This and many more questions ran through your mind, the child noticed you were looking at him and only gave a polite nod as a greeting before returning his attention to his book.

Perhaps a school trip that you weren’t aware of was taking place and this kid strayed from his class? Perhaps he was looking for one of your teammates to ask for a photo and got lost and decided to wait here for his teacher? That will explain why everyone wasn’t here in the meetings room, perhaps they were busy giving the (hypothetical) group of children a tour?

—Hey kiddo! Are you lost? —you began the conversation in a friendly tone before kneeling down a little in order to appear less imposing…after all he was a child you didn’t wanna scare him.

He looked at you so incredulously.

You could almost hear him think “ma’am wtf are you doing???” through his expressions.

—What’s your name?

—Ummm…uh…Robin?­—He spoke like it was something obvious  while signaling the “R” symbol on his chest.

—Robin, uh? What a pretty name! tell me Robin…why are you here? Are you lost?

Poor boy he was so confused, you didn’t know who he was? Didn’t any of the members told you about him? And more importantly…Why where you talking to him like if he was a 5-year-old?

—No, ma’am…I’m just waiting for Batman.

“Batman? Was he a fan of Batman of all superheroes?”  It surprised you a bit, usually kids tend to like superman or wonder woman more since they are nicer and charismatic, and Batman was the opposite.

—Sorry Kiddo, I don’t think he’s one for photos, perhaps you could ask the others some other time! ­— you began explaining trying to dissuade the kid while guiding him towards the exit.

—He’s not here for photos—smooth as ever…the Bat was behind you.

—He’s my sidekick.

Your jaw dropped, a sidekick? He’s a CHILD! You knew superheroes had sidekicks, but you never knew they were that young!

Before you could even begin to protest, Batman ignored you, looking down at the child and instructing him to collect his things.

—Hurry, you’ll be late for class again. — He said before disappearing behind the door that led to his parking spot.

Robin quickly followed, hanging his backpack over his shoulder before stopping in his tracks directing an apologetic smile towards you and saying:

—Don’t worry miss, I can take care of myself! — He must have noticed the concern on your face before leaving.

Since that day your routine changed.

You would wake up earlier, many times you’ll be the first to arrive to the Hall of justice, and even have breakfast flying on your way there all for one thing: Robin.

Once you learned he was Batman’s sidekick you couldn’t help but worry over that poor child, “what if he gets hurt? Is he eating/sleeping/resting properly?” you just couldn’t help yourself.

At first it was just checking on the kid by just…seeing him in the morning and greeting him casually but there were times he wasn’t there, and you would panic internally and there was no other way to calm your anxiety until you would ask the Bat about the child.

He would always replay shortly: “He’s at home” “He’s at school” “He’s busy” and your conversations always would end there.

One day that Robin was there however, instead of your usual ‘greeting nod’ he started talking to you.

He asked you all sorts of things (that weren’t compromising to your real identity ofc) “What’s your favorite color?” “What music do you like?” “What’s your favorite movie?”

And it started from there.

The conversations with Robin grew not only more frequent but also more personal (as personal as someone with a superhero lifestyle can be), to the point it had become a routine for you to come early and talk to the boy, sometimes you had breakfast together or even helped him with his homework before the Bat would take him to school.

Perhaps it was because you didn’t have many acquittances here on earth, but Robin became family to you.

And family takes care of each other.

It had been a rather difficult and spontaneous mission; Lex Luthor was starting to act a little bit fishy (more than usual) using his connections and money Luthor had been acquiring/robbing very specifically concerning items all over the US, his next objectives: a Radion sample being investigated in a secret laboratory in Star city and a Dionesium sample...contained in the Wayne tower laboratories...

The team decided to split to put a stop to Luthor’s minions and his plan.

The Bat insisted the rest of the team should go to Star city, telling them that he and Robin could handle it, but everyone was immediately against it: Luthor had already collected relatively powerful items and being the intelligent motherfucker he is, probably transformed some of those items to give to his goon’s so they might have a chance in harming any of the members if they were to interfere.

Ultimately, the team agreed you and cyborg would accompany them to Wayne Tower.

Robin was stoked, he would get the opportunity to fight alongside you! But Batman…not so much…he kept trying to lose the two of you on the way there; fortunately, cyborg put a tracker on the batwing, he wasn’t going to get rid of you that easy.

Upon your arrival, you could spot several men (armed like if they were military but with a much more upgraded equipment) already leaving the building, carrying two tanks (presumably full of that substance Martian Manhunter had mentioned before) and heading to a truck without any plates.

Long story short: you organized a plan as quickly as you could but…something went wrong…Cyborg and Robin were supposed to create a distraction while the two of you recovered the tanks without damaging them, since the properties of the substance within remained unknown.

But something went wrong: You and Batman failed to coordinate and so you were spotted by the henchmen, they started aiming their weapons at the two of you, initially you thought a force field generated by the power of your ring would be enough...oh no, honey, you’re so wrong.

Sonic weapons were able to not only break your concentration quickly, but also made your ears bleed! One after another you kept re-making the fields, but the sonic waves so deathly and loud just kept coming.

You don’t know how but you were able to stand your ground long enough to make cover not only for Batman and allow him to get the tanks back safely but also for the rest of your team and give them a slight advantage to take down as many of Luthor’s minions as they could.

And then…you passed out.

You woke up at the infirmary in Justice Hall, your head a mess and wrapped in bandages, you had broken your arm because that shit inside a cast too for some reason…and…your ring was gone!

Panic!

No, never mind it was on the nightstand next to the chair in which batman was sitting on.

WAIT…next to the chair in which batman was sitting on?!?!?!

—How are you feeling? — you didn’t know if it was him suddenly talking or the genuine concern on his voice that startle you, so you just nodded slightly while he approached you.

—Can you hear me properly? —Surprisingly you could, but you still were a bit taken aback by his presence.

—I…­—Before responding your brain reminded you of the fact that you didn’t had your ring on, hence your secret identity was revealed to Batman. Your hands practically flew to your face in embarrassment. You didn’t know why but without your mask you felt naked and vulnerable.

He noticed.

His gaze studying your pained expression before he let out a small sigh.

—I came here…to thank you…and apologize— hesitantly his hands moved to the back of his cowl.

—You not only put yourself in danger for Cyborg and Robin, but you also concerned yourself with my safety even when it was probably my fault that we ended up in that situation —He admitted pressing a hidden button loosing up his cowl before finally taking it off and reviling the most gorgeous man you’ve had ever lay your eyes on.

—And for that I thank you and apologize…sincerely—Such sudden action left you speechless for a while, Batman not only had thanked you and apologized, but he had entrusted his identity to you.

—I think-…I think we started with the wrong foot; you know? —You finally were able to respond, breaking the silence that filled the room and surprising him slightly by your sudden declaration.

—Let’s start again…Hi! I’m Y/N—You imitated the same friendly voice tone you first used to talk to him.

The lips on the man in front of you curved forming a subtle almost imperceptive grin.

—Hello, Y/N, I’m Bruce…Bruce Wayne.

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 WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! IT. TOOK. SO. LONG. Sorry :c

I had a bunch of ideas for this request but ended up going with this one since I wanted to expand on their beginning, I’m still trying to figure out a way to write Bruce and this was my first attempt, so…sorry if it was…bad :c I’ll try harder next time!!!

Any errors you might see, please let me know; English is not my first language so I’m trying to improve.

In the final scene I wanted Bruce to show he recognized the Reader as an equal so that’s why he took it off…still I felt like it could improve.

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I will forever thank you if you go check out my other profile: @aileysmirnov​ where I post things about my OC: edits, one-shots, imagines, art, etc. If you like Greek mythology and the bat family maybe you would get to be a little bit fond of her as much as I am!

Anyway! Thank you for reading!