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dvstnbonesss · 20 days ago

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"I love you...."

johnny cade x reader

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Johnny Cade is in love with y/n... his best friend of 9 years... and one night at the Curtis house, he confesses...

Warning: none! Just fluff and REALLY bad writing, fem! Reader 😭

I'm trying to find a style I like so just bear with this 😭😭

Poor Johnny Cade... inlove with his best friend of 9 years...

He told his other best friend Ponyboy, and his practical brother Dallas about you. Ponyboy trued to push him to just say how he feels, and Dally would roll his eyes and say "Shoot, kid. She gon' find anotha Johnnycake if ya don't get 'er now." That didn't help at all.

One day, while in the lot with Dallas, he turned the conversation about you. "Hey Dal, I know you an' Sylvia ain't talkin' no more but, you did love 'er right?" Johnny asked.

"Sorta, why Johnny? This about prettyface again?" Dally glanced at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder to keep him warm, even though Dallas was more cold than Johnny.

"Yeah... 'm sorry for talkin' bout her so much... jus' can't help myself..." He said quietly, playing with the cigarette bud on the dirt.

"Jus' ask her silly, she's a good girl. You're a nice lookin' guy Johnny. Ask her out wit' big puppy dog eyes. She's at the Curtis house now." Dally laughed and checked out a girl passing the street.

"She is? Good... okay... I'll go... bye Dal..." He got up and brushed off his jeans.

"Bye bye, Johnnycake" Dallas gave him a thumbs up as he started walking towards the Curtis home. He was sweating, he was doubting that he'd actually ask you out. He just wanted to see you right now. He missed you dearly.

When he got to the door, he knocked slowly. Darry opened the door. "Hey kiddo, why're you here at this time of night?"

"Can I rest here tonight? The lots chilly..." He lied through his teeth, but Darry let him in anyways. He spotted you immediately.

"Hi, Johnnycake!" You gave him a sweet hug, he hugged you back nervously.

"Hi... y/n... what're you doin' here?" He murmured softly while staring down at you.

"Just hanging out, you?" You smiled and rubbed his shoulder.

"Lots cold... can we uh... go somewhere more warm...?" He whispered. When you nodded he felt like cheering. You both walked to the bathroom.

"Why'd you wanna come in here Johnny?" You asked and leaned against the bathroom counter.

"Uhm... uh... needed to ask..." He panicked.

"About?"

"I.... uhm... well..." He stuttered, he was freaking out.

"I'm sorta... kinda... uhm... inlovewithyou...." He mumbled.

"Huh?" You blinked.

"Mmm.... m.. iminlovewithyou...."

"Speak louder, stop mumbling Johnny..."

"I'm... love... you..." He blurted out. His palms were sweating, he didn’t feel so tuff, he wish he did, but he didn't.

"Johnny..." You slowly smiled and hugged him again. He was SHOCKED. You were hugging him? Did you love him too? 🤨

"I love you too, Johnny cake..."

WOAH. His jaw dropped. But, he immediately got excited and kissed you. You kissed back. It was a very sappy moment. Until it was interrupted by Ponyboy...

"Hey, uh... I sorta have to piss right now..." He blinked. Johnny pulled away from you reluctantly and dragged you out the bathroom so Ponyboy could use it. He leaned on the door when it closed and stared at you.

"I love you, y/n..."

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IM SORRY OF THIS IS BAD!!! BYE BYE 😕😕

#johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders movie #Johnny cade smut #80s #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #the outsiders darry #the outsiders #sodapop curtis #two bit mathews #steve randle #dally winston

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daryltwdixon · 5 months ago

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The Promise of Us: Chapter 7

“What’re we gonna feed it?” Daryl’s voice cuts through the void of chaos and crying, his tone steady but urgent. Rick stands, his gaze distant, shock settling deep as he processes the loss of his wife.

“Do we even have anything a baby can eat?” you ask, moving closer to Hershel as Carl gently hands the newborn to him.

“The good news is, she looks healthy,” Hershel replies, his weathered hands carefully holding the baby, “but she needs formula—and soon—or she won’t survive.”

“Nope, no way,” Daryl interjects, his voice gruff with determination. “Not her. We ain’t losin’ nobody else. I’m goin’ on a run.”

“I’m coming,” you say firmly, holstering your gun and preparing to move without hesitation. You catch Maggie’s eye as she steps forward, her voice raw from crying, but still resolute.

“I’ll be your backup,” she says. You give her a nod, appreciating her strength.

“I’m coming too,” Glenn adds, his tone leaving no room for debate.

“Okay, think where we’re goin’—Beth,” Daryl says, pulling the younger girl over to the side. You follow them, your senses on high alert despite the exhaustion.

Daryl leans down to whisper to Beth, his voice gentler than usual. “Kid just lost his mom—his dad ain’t doin’ so hot.”

“I’ll look after him,” she promises, her big blue eyes brimming with worry but filled with resolve. She catches your eye, and without thinking, you pull her into a tight hug, holding her close.

When you pull back, there are unshed tears in her eyes, and you bite back your own, refusing to let them fall now. There’s no time for that. You have a job to do.

“Somebody get to the fence! Too many are piling up out there,” you shout over your shoulder, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing down on you.

“Glenn, Maggie, vámonos!” Daryl shouts. But before you can move, Rick suddenly lunges for his hammer, taking off toward C Block without a word. Daryl barely glances in his direction, barking orders to the others. “Get the gate! C’mon! We’re gon’ lose the light!”

You fall into step beside him, your heartbeat syncing with the adrenaline pumping through your veins. As you run, Glenn calls out, “There’s a store nearby with a baby section—”

“No, it’s already been cleared,” Maggie interrupts, shaking her head.

“Any place that hasn’t been completely looted?” you ask, reaching the nearest car. Daryl pulls open the side door for you, his movements quick but careful as he hands you his crossbow. You take it, hopping into the car, but leaving the door open to hear the rest of the plan.

“We saw a sign, a shopping center just north of here,” Glenn adds as Daryl slides into the front seat.

“There’s too much debris on that road, a car can’t get through,” Maggie says, her voice edged with frustration.

You lock eyes with Daryl, and without saying a word, you both know the solution. The motorcycle.

“I can only take one,” he grunts, throwing his poncho around himself.

Maggie steps forward, “I’ll go,” her voice steady despite the wear of the day. But Glenn stops her, gently placing a hand on her arm.

“Maggie,” he say softly, meeting her gaze, “You’ve been through enough today.”

She hesitates, then sighs, her shoulders dropping slightly, “The two of you work better in tandem anyway,” she mutters, handing you her backpack. “It’s like you guys can read each other’s damn minds sometimes— you go.”

You give her a small, grateful smile, securing the backpack over your shoulders. Daryl revs the bike, the familiar roar of the engine filling the air, and without another word, you climb on behind him.

With a final glance back at the group, you hold on tight, and the two of you take off, the wind whipping past as the world blurs around you.

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Daryl pulls the bike to a stop near a chain-link fence, the rusted metal surrounding what looks like an abandoned daycare. The overgrown lawn is dotted with a jungle gym, the swing set creaking eerily in the light breeze. His eyes narrow as he scans the area.

“Company’s close,” he grunts as you swing your leg off the bike. “Stay tight—got ammo?”

You nod, and with that confirmation, the two of you make your way up to the side of the building, staying low and quiet. You cup your hands against a dusty window, peering inside. It’s a scene frozen in time—cribs, changing tables, all the remnants of a world long gone.

Breaking the window with ease, you climb inside, landing on the old, worn carpet. The bright blue walls are covered in children’s art projects, colorful reminders of a life once lived. A TV sits in the corner, the decorations still neatly arranged, as if the place is just waiting for someone to return.

You shrug off the backpack Maggie gave you and start grabbing anything that looks remotely useful for a baby—diapers, wipes, clothes. You rummage through cabinets and drawers, not letting yourself dwell too much on the haunting stillness of the room.

Daryl climbs in through the window behind you, his presence steady as always, and leads the way down the narrow hallway. You follow close, careful to avoid stepping on anything that might make noise. The air is thick with quiet tension as you move, your ears alert for any sound out of place.

There’s a faint rattling ahead. As you quietly enter another room, Daryl turns to you, the flashlight clamped between his teeth casting a soft glow over your face. His blue eyes flick toward you before he pushes open a door that leads into a kitchen.

The rattling comes from a lower cupboard. You move toward it cautiously, your fingers tightening around the handle. You glance back at Daryl, who gives you a nod, and with a quick breath, you yank the door open.

A hissing sound erupts from inside. You lock eyes with a possum, its beady gaze flashing in the light just as Daryl’s arrow flies, hitting it square in the heart.

“Hello, dinner,” he mutters with a smirk.

“You’re so gross,” you roll your eyes, unable to suppress a smile. “That is not goin’ in my bag.”

As you cross the room to check another cupboard, your breath catches when you find exactly what you’ve been searching for—containers of baby formula, untouched. You could almost start singing Hallelujah.

You turn to him with a small smile on your face, “Lookie here,” you say, stuffing the packages into your bag. You meet his gaze as he pulls the possum up, but when his eyes land on you, you can see the sadness in them. You can see past his eyes that he has the events of the day on his mind. The people lost.

“Dare…” you begin, your voice quiet, “about Carol–”

But before you can say more, Daryl is suddenly crossing the space between you, his crossbow left on the ground behind him. His hand moves with purpose as he pushes you gently but firmly against the counter. His lips crash into yours, catching you off guard, but there’s no hesitation in the way you kiss him back. It’s raw, the kind of kiss that says more than words ever could. His hands grip your waist to pull himself against you, and for a second, all the fear, the loss, and the uncertainty dissolve in the warmth of his touch.

You know him well enough by now to understand this is his way of saying everything’s going to be okay, his way of telling you he’s alright without having to speak about the pain he’s holding onto. When he finally steps back, breathless, he brushes his knuckle along your cheekbone—something he’s been doing more lately, a soft, almost sentimental gesture that always makes your heart skip. His eyes, stormy and pained, linger on yours, and for a brief moment, all you know is to hold onto him as long as you can.

“We gotta get back,” he says, his voice rough, but there’s something soft behind it, something steady.

You nod, knowing this is enough for now.

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The road ahead is dark as Daryl drives the motorcycle toward the prison gates, the roar of the engine loud in your ears, sending vibrations through your body. Axel and Oscar stand at the gate, pulling it open just in time for Daryl to ride through, the bike rumbling into the yard. He parks by C Block, and you dismount, your legs stiff from the ride.

Inside, the only light comes from the moon filtering through the high windows, casting a pale glow on the group gathered around Carl, who cradles the crying newborn. You shrug your bag off your shoulders, swinging it onto the table. “Beth? Maggie?” you call out, your voice slightly breathless. They rush over, immediately digging into the supplies.

Beth is the first to stand beside you, her hands moving quickly through the contents as you open the formula and tear into the new bottles you found. From behind, you hear Daryl’s low voice asking about the baby, but you don’t turn. You’re focused, moving with urgency to get the formula ready.

Finally, with the bottle mixed, you turn to hand it over—and freeze.

Daryl’s holding the baby. His strong, muscled arms cradle her with a tenderness you’ve never seen. The sight of him, this rough-edged man who’s faced down death a hundred times, holding something so small, so fragile—it catches you completely off guard. Your breath hitches, and for a moment, it feels like the world tilts on its axis.

Beth gently takes the bottle from your unmoving hands, stepping forward to pass it to Daryl. But your eyes don’t leave him, your chest tightening with a swell of emotions that are so strong, they almost overwhelm you. Daryl, the man who is always ready for a fight, looks at the baby with such care, feeding her as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“She got a name yet?” he asks, his voice gruff but softened by the warmth in his expression. His gaze sweeps the room, landing on you. The smile falters for just a second when he catches the look on your face, something unspoken passing between you. But then the twinkle in his eyes returns as he glances back down at the baby.

“Not yet,” Carl replies, shaking his head. “I was thinking... maybe Sophia.”

The name hits you hard, tugging at the corners of memories buried deep. Sophia. It felt like a lifetime ago when you were all searching for her in those woods. Carl continues, his voice quieter now, listing the names of those lost: “Then there’s Carol, too. And… Andrea, Amy, Jacqui, Patricia… or Lori, I don’t know.”

Daryl listens, his attention now fully on Carl, though the baby remains cradled securely in his arms. He’s quiet for a moment, then a smile slowly spreads across his face as he looks back at the baby. “Yeah? Would you like that? Little ass-kicker?”

You can’t help it—a real, unexpected laugh bursts from your mouth, the sound surprising you as much as it does him. Daryl’s head snaps up again and his eyes lock onto yours, the glint of surprise mirrored in his expression. But it’s the softness, the way his face lights up at your laugh, that makes your heart swell even more.

“Right? That’s a good name, right?” he continues, turning back to the baby with that same quiet warmth, “Little ass-kicker, huh? You like that, sweetheart?”

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The next morning, the sound of locusts hums through the open windows, a constant reminder of the world outside. You sit up in the guard tower, eyes scanning the yard below as the early morning light stretches across the prison grounds. From your vantage point, you spot Daryl walking slowly, his steps deliberate as he approaches a small cross stuck in the ground.

You watch in silence as he kneels down, something small in his hand. He places it carefully at the base of the cross, lingering for a moment before standing back up. It’s only when he moves away that you notice the small white flower resting at the bottom, a quiet offering to someone lost.

Your heart tightens as you watch him make his way back to the yard. Without thinking, you rise, leaving the tower to meet him at the bottom of the steps just as he reaches the gate.

“Mornin’,” you say softly, your voice gentle in the stillness of the early hour.

He grunts a low hello, his eyes flicking up to meet yours briefly before shifting away. There’s something quiet in his expression, a heaviness he’s not putting into words.

You don’t need to say anything more. Without hesitation, you step closer and slip your arm around his waist, drawing him into you as you both turn back toward the prison. The gesture is simple but full of understanding—no words needed as you guide him inside again, both of you silently sharing the weight of everything left unspoken.

A few hours later, breakfast is a quiet affair. You quietly stir your oatmeal, the spoon scraping lightly against the bowl as you sit on the steps leading up to the warden’s office. Daryl is sitting on the step below, his back resting between your knees, his presence a quiet comfort. The clinking of silverware against bowls echoes softly through the room as everyone eats in near silence, the weight of the morning heavy in the air.

Your attention shifts when you hear footsteps approaching from across the room. Daryl’s head tilts up too, both of you watching as Rick enters.

“Everybody okay?” Rick asks, his voice subdued as he surveys the room.

“Yeah,” you answer softly, offering a small nod. “We are.”

“What about you?” Hershel asks, his gaze steady on Rick.

Rick’s eyes are distant, vacant, as he approaches the table where Glenn, Maggie, Hershel, and Carl sit in a quiet huddle. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days.

“I cleared out the boiler block,” Rick says quietly.

“How many were there?” Daryl asks, breaking the silence that had settled around him all morning.

Rick’s eyes flicker toward you both. “A dozen. Maybe two.”

You suck in a quiet breath, your stomach twisting at the thought of him facing that many walkers alone. There hadn’t even been a gunshot.

“I need to get back,” Rick mutters, already turning away. “Just wanted to check on Carl.” He pats his son’s back, his touch brief and mechanical, before he heads toward the door.

“Rick—we can handle taking out the bodies,” Glenn stands, his voice gentle but firm. “You don’t have to do everything.”

Rick shakes his head, his movements stiff. “No, I do,” he says, but he doesn’t stop moving until he reaches you and Daryl on the stairs.

“Everyone have a gun and a knife?” Rick asks, his voice low, but there’s an urgency behind it. You glance around the room, mentally counting the weapons each person carries, before Daryl responds with a nod. “Yeah. But we’re runnin’ low on ammo.”

“Maggie and I were planning to make a run this afternoon,” Glenn adds from behind Rick. “Found a phonebook with some places we could hit—look for more formula and bullets.”

“We cleared out the generator room,” you tell Rick, hoping the news might ease some of the burden he’s shouldering. “Axel’s working on it in case we need it.”

“We’re gonna sweep the lower levels too,” Daryl chimes in, his voice steady, grounding.

Rick nods, already half-turned to leave. “Good. Good,” he mutters, his words rushed as he strides out of the room again.

Hershel calls after him, concern thick in his voice, but Rick doesn’t stop. He’s already lost in his own world, slipping further into the weight of everything he’s carrying.

Your hand lands in Daryl’s hair softly, brushing it with your fingertips, and you feel him sigh beneath you.

Once everyone finishes breakfast, Daryl stands, stretching slightly before turning to you. “I’m gon’ go check on the boiler block, make sure everythin’s alright,” he says, his voice low. You nod, knowing he’s not expecting you to come with him. He needs space right now, and you understand that instinctively.

You reach for his bowl and spoon, stacking them with yours when Oscar approaches, offering to join him. Daryl nods in quiet acceptance but pauses before leaving, his eyes lingering on you. His fingers brush gently against the side of your face and you lean into the touch, just for a moment, letting the warmth of it settle in before he drops his hand. Without another word, he turns and heads off with Oscar.

You rise from the table, gathering the empty bowls in your arms, preparing to take them outside to clean. As you pass by, Beth smiles warmly, the baby nestled safely in her arms. You return the smile before heading toward the door, Carl trailing behind you, collecting scraps and bits of trash from the table without a word.

As you work, you glance over at him, watching how he’s methodically picking up the trash, his face drawn and serious. “Hey,” you say softly, not wanting to push too hard but needing to ask. “You doin’ okay?”

Carl pauses for a moment, his hand stilling as he picks at the ground. He doesn’t look up immediately, but eventually, he gives a small nod. “Yeah,” he mumbles. “I’m fine.”

You can hear the weight in his voice, the unspoken emotions lying beneath the surface. But you don’t push, knowing he might not be ready to say more. Instead, you reach out, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, letting him know you’re there. “If you need anything… you know where I am,” you offer, your voice calm, steady.

Carl looks up at you under the brim of his hat then, his eyes meeting yours for a brief second before he nods again. You go back to scraping the dishes, the quiet moment between you stretching on, a shared understanding settling in the space. Carl stays close, helping as you finish the task in silence, and you can’t help yourself as you pray for just one good, normal day.

#the promise of us #daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl #the walking dead #daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl one shot #daryl fanfiction #daryl twd #daryl dixion imagine

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bluewhitehues · 1 year ago

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Hug | Kim Mingyu

Summary: You secretly like your bestfriend chan,he has no idea and sets you up on a blind date with his friend and hyung Mingyu.

Genre: Angst? (Little bit), comfort, strangers to lovers, fluff

Pairing : Idol Kim Mingyu × (f) reader

Warning: mentions of anxiety

Part 5

You've been doing just work, work and work everyday. Going to work at 10AM, coming home till 6:30PM, then preparing dinner, eating it and sleeping that's your daily routine.

You're a person who always overthink and worry about things and your anxiety doesn't help at all.

So, you can't help but be nervous about meeting Mingyu again like what if you embarrass yourself? Cause you tend to do that a lot,you feel awkward until you get close and comfortable enough with that person. You're an introvert who needs their time before showing them the real you , so you're always on the edge when things are new.

Well good for you, Mingyu being the friendly, super extrovert and the cutest hyperactive puppy he's, he's perfect for you, someone you need in your life, he's gonna make it so much easier for you and you're about to discover all of that.

You're on your bed scrolling through social media.

Other than Chan you're pretty close with Seungkwan and then Seokmin. So it doesn't surprise you when Seungkwan texts you.

Seungkwanieee : So I heard you're seeing someone 👀👀

You : You heard wrong then😒

Seungkwanieee: come on you don't need to deny it, it's not like we will be against it or something.

You: But Kwannnn... we are just trying to be friends there's nothing more.

Seungkwanieee: Well you gotta start somewhere, don't you ..just go with it, if you want to be friends then be friends.. don't have to pressure yourself,..okay?

You: You're the best you know that 😭🥺🫂thank you ,no one said that to me..

Seungkwanieee: Always cutie 🤝🏻🫂

Seungkwanieee: Also you can talk to me about it whenever you want, if it's bothering you I'm here for you ok? And I won't tell a single soul so you don't have to worry about that.

You: You're going to make me cry stopppp😭 only your big bear hug can cure me now ..when are we meeting???????????

Seungkwanieee: Hahahaha sureee anytime free hugs for you ❤️...we can meet right now if you want??

You: oh did you have dinner?

Seungkwanieee: I did... but if you're bringing the food you made I'm always hungry for thatt😍😋

You: 😭😂😂how did you guess I was asking because of that.. well yes I've food that too the one you'd love ..my homeland food

Seungkwanieee: Now I can't say if I'm waiting eagerly for you or your food😭 comee fasttt, chan is also here at my place

You: Okayyyy no food for him tho

Seungkwanieee: ofcourse I wasn't going to give him anyway

You laugh at that ,Boo Seungkwan- Lee chan and their banters.

It's 8PM and you're not going to bother getting ready or putting on the make-up it's your friends anyway. A black hoodie and blue baggy jeans that's your ootn .

You booked an uber, Seungkwan and Jeonghan's place was hardly half an hour away.

You reach there and knock on their door, which chan opens for you ..teasing you the instant he saw you ..

"Ohhoo you missed me that much,as soon as hyung said I'm here you came here? come on we just saw each other 3days back" he says with playful eyes and fake pout.

You scowl at him, swatting him on side of his head, out of your way. "Get out of my way I'm not here for you." "SEUNGKWANNNN" you call out to him.

You're looking for him when chan spots the food in your hand and tries to steal it , you're trying to stop him not letting him take it, screaming at him when Seungkwan comes .."Seungkwan help he's trying to steal your food." You say still fighting with chan.

You give the food quickly to seungkwan which he takes and scolds chan saying "It's mine she brought it for me"

Chan whines,"But it seems enough for 2 people plus we already ate ,we can share ,you guys are purposely doing this to me"

"Oh damn, thought your dumb ass won't get it,but yes that's what we're doing" you say while seungkwan snickers.

Chan huffs at you two. While seungkwan says opening his arms wide, "You come here "

You smile ear to ear looking at him going to hug him. He pats your back, giving you the warmest hug ever. Then he ushers you to sit beside him on the couch.

Chan then says in a pout, "wah I didn't even get a hug you greeted me by hitting me."

"Well you deserved it." You make faces at him he huffs at you.

Meanwhile Seungkwan is eating the food you brought,"oh my god what did you put in this, why is it so delicious" he's literally eating in awe, hurriedly, while his eyes are round fixed on the food.

"Really ? That good? ...thank youuu I'm glad you like it .. please eat a lot."

Then you put some in a plate and give it to chan, he smiles sheepishly at you "I was waiting, I knew you will give it to me. "

Well ofcourse you'll, you were just teasing him before.

You smile at him "yeah eat well, also there's dessert here, I'm sure you'll like it,it's my favourite one I always make it."

"Woah you make dessert as well ? You really do work hard ,meanwhile there's us eating takeouts and ramyeon" seungkwan says amusingly.

You laugh, "well I do that as well, but you can't help but make it when you miss your homemade food . And the dessert lol I have this weird habit , I've to have something sweet while eating or after eating that's why I always have something sweet prepared."

"Woah that's amazing" says seungkwan.

"Y/n omg you really are such a great cook you can't blame me when I crash at yours for dinner " says chan while munching the food.

You say," well I don't mind but dude inform me beforehand, I don't always have extra food prepared and then you eat all of it"

Jeonghan comes out of his room because of the chaos. Then he spots you, "oh y/n, hiii ,didn't know you were here ..what's up how have you been " he asks giving you a smile.

You smile back at him, " Hey jeonghan I'm good how are you?"

"I'm good, I'm good" he says while taking a seat beside chan.

They finish eating, Chan brings beers from fridge, for you all. You're drinking while seungkwan is telling you something funny that happened today, how chan was doing something cool but ended up making fool of himself.

Doorbell rings and chan goes to the door.

"-and then there was silence for a minute and then everyone burst out laughing." You're laughing loudly, a genuine laugh bubbles out of you while saying,

"oh my god he's such such a clown.. godddd -"

You stop suddenly when you noticed who chan came in with.

It's seungcheol and there stands Mingyu beside him looking all surprised .

Well it's a pleasant one for him, but you, you stop talking and just look shocked.

His heart skips a beat when he spots you, and yours can't stop beating fast. You're both looking at each other,when Seungcheol speaks,"oh hey y/n ..and are y'all having a party without us, should've waited for us "

You say hii to him, Then jeonghan speaks ,"You're early I thought you said you'll come till 11?"

"Well we finished early " seungcheol says shrugging.

And suddenly you feel nervous among so many people.

Jeonghan and cheol go inside saying they planned to do a weverse live together .You feel a little relieved at that. And also tf is wrong with you , why are you thinking about your appearance you were fine until now, is it mingyu ? You care about how he sees you,you wanted to look good infront of him? oh my god why..you shrug off those thoughts quickly.

And you manage to give a smile to Mingyu.

He smiles back saying, "heyy...this is a very pleasant surprise-"

"Yeah which I didn't plan" chan says with a scared expression putting his both hands up.

You huff and Mingyu snorts at him.

"Calm down, I didn't say anything" you say.

" Hyungg try this y/n brought it, she made it ,it's really good" seungkwan says passing mingyu the dessert container.

Mingyu takes it curiously "Oh really"

"Oh my god-" he looks up after eating, mouth open,eyes wide.

"You made that?? It's really really good."

You nod at him saying "thank you."

A few minutes pass, they are talking and are involving you as well, you talk a little.

Mingyu keeps stealing glances at you, wishing for those two to leave you two alone.

Unknowingly you're stealing glances at him as well.

You notice the time it's getting late,you need to sleep, there's work tomorrow, so you say , "ok I'll go now, you guys carry on, I'll see you later..."

"Oh wait I'll drop you off" chan says getting up.

Seungkwan stops him "Hello genius you can't ,we had drinks just now if you forgot"

"Oh shit yeah" says chan.

"It's ok I'll book uber, it's not that far anyway-"

Chan cuts you off, "no you're not going anywhere alone at this time-"

"It's ok I can drop you, I know your address as well" Mingyu says casually with a hint of mischief in the last part.

And tf is wrong with your face ,you're not blushing are you and your heart is at it again.

You open your mouth to deny but he cuts you off-

"Nuh-uh I'm not taking no for an answer, it's ok I can drop you off ,let's go"

There's chan trying to supress his big smile but failing so bad and seungkwan also has a mischievous smile on his face.

You sigh internally. Chan gives you a hug telling you to take care, seungkwan also hugs you. You bid them bye and go with Mingyu.

He's driving when he says, "It's like God wants us to meet don't you think ? "

"Um not sure about that, I think you somehow you found out I'm there and that's why you came early ."

He can see that you're teasing him you're trying to supress your smile.

"Heyy" he says scoldingly

"Sorry,sorry I'm just kidding" you laugh at him.

He whines ,"Not you toooo, you know literally everybody teases me all the time."

"I knowww" you laugh again.

He gives a scandalised expression, "what do you mean you know? don't tell me you've watched our videos."

"I might have" you say, a big smile on your face.

He groans," ughh that's embarrassing."

"No, it's not, I think they tease you because they love you. Personally teasing is my love language"

At that, He looks at you at the speed of light, raising both of his eyebrows

"What?" You ask confused.

"You are saying you're using your love language with me? Does that mean you like me?" He's looking at the road ahead lowkey smirking.

He thinks he's too smart, isn't he. No matter how much you're freaking out, you won't back down from a challenge. So you say, "What if I do? "

He almost hits a car, his eyes popping out of the sockets looking at you.

"You can't just do that what if I caused an accident" he whines.

You laugh at him , "well you started it."

He tries to supress his smile,"You're a dangerous one aren't you"

"You're provoking me ..you don't want me answer you back rn, trust me then you'll whine again if you hit something "

Mingyu's heart is beating fast, even missing a few beats.

"Why what will you say? " He asks voice small.

"I'm not telling"

"That's not fair"

"No that was no filter me it just came out of nowhere"

"Now I'm real curious"

"Keep on being curious then" you laugh at him.

"Ugh you're insufferable" he's smiling while saying it tho .

You tell him to pull over when you spot a convience store near your apartment.

"Wait here I'll be back quickly" you tell him through the window before running inside the store.

He chuckles muttering a "cuteee" .

You come back with two icecreams in your hand and give one to him.

He furrows his eyebrows," thank you but what is this for"

"Um just because..I thought I'd give you a treat " you shrug.

He gives you a big smile, "wait you're not bailing me on Sunday ,are you?" He asks teasingly

"No why I would I, I still owe you that one." You tell him.

"Hmm good " he says while giving you cute little smile.

And when he drops you at home , and when you're trying to sleep, all you can think about is the moments between you and Mingyu. And his gorgeously beautiful smile.

And you're like ..what's happening to me ??? I met seungkwan and chan as well we had fun too, why am I thinking about him only.

Needless to say his smile is the only thing you see before closing your eyes, and after opening them the next morning and the day after that and the day after that....

Part 6

a/n: Will love it if you guys leave a feedback or something.<3

Also IT'S OUR BABY CHAN'S BIRTHDAY 🎂🎈 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIM, GIVE HIM LOTS OF LOVE❤️

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berrypass-de-murdler · 5 months ago

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2 - 26 Institutionalized Murder

A second season begins!

I guess it was longer than I thought between now and when I posted the MOTLE premiere

WAAAAAAA BABAY BERYL

let's get into it!

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Both Logico and Irratino have no choice but to take long, boring flights back home. They’re so exhausted… but when Goat Lord finally sees Logico, in person, slowly waddling in from a distance-

IRRATINO: [goat scream]

He runs SO fast over to Logico, and picks him up and gives him a back-breaking squeeze.

LOGICO: [scream] IRRATINO: [unintelligible] LOGICO: OKAY, if one of us doesn’t speak a real word, we will NEVER get out of this.

Irratino plops.

IRRATINO: Logico, I have been waiting for you for SO LONG! Oh god, I’m so glad you’re alright… I couldn’t sleep for weeks! But now, you’re here again! And we can be a team again!

He kicks his feet in excitement and can’t sit still. What is Logico supposed to do with this goober??

LOGICO: Irratino… I’m very happy to see you too. I’m just… stressed. The dark secret of the Violet Isles was pure pain and suffering, just as I imagined. And I’m still shaken up. IRRATINO: Oh, Logico…

He relaxes and motions for a hug. Logico snuggles.

IRRATINO: You gotta stop worrying about politics. You’re free now! Enjoy the respite while it’s here. LOGICO: I can try… IRRATINO: Let’s travel around the world solving mysteries! ❤️ I have recently been introduced to some INTERESTING numerological ideas, which I would like to put into practice. Whaddaya say?

He does the softest smile at Logico.

LOGICO: [in his head] You’re so cute! I love you so much. Even if you believe in whatever the fuck ‘numerology’ is… LOGICO: [out loud] Sure IRRATINO: YES!! Oh, and this time, we can do the theme song with LYRICS! Like- IRRATINO: 🎵MURDLE! We’re doin’ stuff, and- LOGICO: NO. STOP. I HATE THAT.

As they go to the Investigation Institute, it seems all is right with the world once more. Night and Onyx reunite with Irratino.

SEASHELL: Oh hello. LOGICO: WHAT THE FUCK? YOU HIRED SEASHELL? IRRATINO: Yeah! Hey guys, guess what Logico did! LOGICO: I’m not a dog or a toddler. I can speak for myself. IRRATINO: He went to the Violet Isles, and it was INSANE! You gotta hear about it! NIGHT: Eh? I wasn’t listening.

Everyone’s too interested in a human body!

SEASHELL: Hehehehehe. I wonder what happens if I poke it. ONYX: My guess, nothing.

Logico does a long sigh. Seems things are back to normal. He examines the suspects, something Seashell is a little too excited about. He is snickering nonstop and couldn’t be more suspicious.

LOGICO: The fuck are you up to? SEASHELL: Oh Deductive, you curse so much. I’m just excited for my first day. LOGICO: This is his FIRST DAY?? IRRATINO: I told him he could be hired when I got back!

Seashell is so tall, his dorsal fin brushes the overhead light, while poor Onyx is only a head taller than Logico.

ONYX: I’ve been researching this crystal ball - I think it tells me the future. LOGICO: It will tell you the future, all right, so long as your future is a crystal ball.

Night (who is remarkably average-height) creeps up behind him.

NIGHT: Have you seen my primer? LOGICO: Guhh, what do you want? NIGHT: I thought the title was very amusing - a primer on numerology. LOGICO: … NIGHT: Like a prime number. LOGICO: Yes, I got that much. Speaking of which, Irratino, what was that weird pamphlet you wanted to show me?

Tino is too busy scrying. He is staring deep into a candle flame, looking unhinged.

LOGICO: Um, Irratino.

Irratino takes a deep breath of the smoke and blows, and the resulting flame VAGUELY resembles a seahorse.

IRRATINO: See? This means something to do with Dr. Seashell! LOGICO: Right. Anyway, I’ve solved the murder.

‘Twas Onyx, the unassuming little owl.

IRRATINO: WHAT?!? YOU DID A MURDER?! LOGICO: …why is this so shocking? ONYX: Yes… it was me. I wanted to research something new! IRRATINO: GOD FREAKING DAMMIT! ONYX: Oh, why didn’t I stick to my plants?

Irratino stomps around like the mature adult he is, and Logico is horribly confused. But he takes a small amount of comfort in the fact that Irratino is being dumb again, and cozies up with the fact that things are as calm as they can possibly be in the Murder Kingdom.

The end!

Irratino is the best boyfriend one could ask for

Nothing cheers Logico up from new trauma like a good old-fashioned duo murder <3

This turned out a lot longer than expected for so little happening-

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

#murdle #cartoonmurdleverse

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lost-technology · 1 year ago

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There Was Only One Bed

Ace Trigun Week Prompt 4: Non-Sexual Intimacy Wolfwood has a nightmare. Vash grounds him. Asexual Vashwood.

There Was Only One Bed Between the two of them, they were down to their pocket-change. They got the worst room in an old inn – just above a bar that was noisy for all hours of the night. Too exhausted to protest, they trudged up creaking stairs and frightened some skittering, winged sandworm larvae when they opened the door. The Punisher was immediately set up against a wall and Vash’s duffle bag immediately was dropped to the floor. There was only one bed. “You take it, Spikey,” Wolfwood offered. “You’re nursin’ a wound.” “You got shot up worse!” Vash protested. “We both know that you can’t take more of your weird glow-soup! I’ll set up in the corner. I’ll be fine.” The two had a silent argument for several minutes until Vash won the staring-contest. Wolfwood dropped into the bed. Vash propped himself up against his bag. The latter had just begun to snooze when he was awakened by noises of distress. Once he came to his senses, he saw Wolfwood thrashing. The man was moaning and then outright screaming, but not waking up. “Wolfwood!” Vash yelped as he was immediately at the bed, trying to shake his companion awake. The priest’s eyes snapped open. “Gah! Ha! Ah!” he gasped. “I was…” “It was a nightmare. Whatever it was, it’s gone now,” Vash assured him. Nicholas D. Wolfwood took stock of his surroundings. He looked at one of his hands. It was big. He was an adult with weapon-calloused fingers. He was not little and helpless, strapped down with leather, full of needles and pain. Vash climbed into the bed and hugged him, sitting with him upright. “What are you doin’ Spikey?” Wolfwood spat. Instead of answering, Vash began singing. “Everyone’s born as clean as a whistle, as fresh as a daisy and not a bit crazy…” “What is IN that pea-brained spiky head of yours?!” Vash hugged him a little tighter. “I am trying to ground you. Make you feel safe. It’s what my mother used to do for me whenever I had a nightmare.” “I’m not some little brat!” “This world it’s dark, this world it’s scary, I’ve taken some hits, so no wonder I’m wary…” In spite of himself, Wolfwood began to calm down. He took a few deep breaths. “Where’d you hear that song, anyway?” “It’s from an old story,” Vash explained. “It’s kind of embarrassing, actually. It’s a song that a girl sings about a guy, all about how she can trust him. She later learns that he murdered his best friend and at that moment cannot trust or love him anymore. It’s pretty tragic. Still a nice song, though. It just came to me.” Wolfwood clenched his teeth behind his lips. Well, this was uncomfortable. Vash continued with the song, anyway. The priest had only known the snow that was constantly referenced in it from old storybooks. He wasn’t pure, even if Spiky might think so. This was a strange mix of aggravating and relaxing, but he was too dead-tired not to give in to the latter. “Everyone thinks they know all about me. They slap me with labels and spit out their fables…” Well, that much was true. The innocent man that he was leading to slaughter was a far cry from the ferocious outlaw that the world thought him to be. It was strange, this moment. They might as well as have been close as lovers, breathing against one another, one of them singing a bizarre song of love and betrayal. They were sharing a bed. Wolfwood wanted nothing more than to regain his bearings, to know safety. Vash wanted nothing more than to comfort him. They knew enough about each other to not care too much about other’s labels and their fables. Here they could stay. “I think I’ll be okay now,” he said hastily. “Like you said, it was just a nightmare. It can’t hurt me.” Vash leaned up against him, providing a bulwark of comfort. “I won’t let them hurt you anymore.” “Just get some sleep, Spikey.”

#trigun #trigun maximum #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #hunger games inspired #song is pure as the driven snow from the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ace trigun week 2024 #ace trigun week

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passerine-writes · 1 year ago

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Silent Sparks - Volt 82

Warnings: It's a small filler chapter cause next chapter is the start of the raid!! Word count: 1946

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 81 | Volt 83

My first day back to class was uneventful. Dad and I sparred in front of most of the class. I used my inhaler once during the entire match, but he deemed he felt comfortable with me going on the mission.

The call came the next day in the middle of the night.

My phone buzzed on my chest, Denki sound asleep on my laptop and I rushed to get my shoes on. Midoriya and I left our rooms at the same time and only gave each other a nod while we rushed to the elevator. Kirishima, Uraraka and Tsu standing in the commons with their phones.

"Alright. You too?" Kirishima asked us.

"We got it." Tsu confirmed.

"It's happening." Midoriya said.

"Hey, you okay? Did you sleep last night?" Denki asked as I came down to the commons to eat breakfast.

"Yeah, I got a little bit of sleep in." I told him lackadaisically.

"What's going on?" He asked gently, careful not to draw anyone's attention to us.

"I'll explain later, I promise. I can't talk about it right now." I told him softly while looking into his eyes. He took a breath but nodded and dropped it.

Kirishima, Midoriya, Uraraka, Tsu and I sat in silence, all of us mentally preparing for today. I gave my brother a hug and Denki a quick kiss and soon left with the others to Nighteye's agency.

"They're keeping this Eri girl in their stronghold?" Rock Lock asked incredulously.

"And by stronghold, you mean..." Fat Gum trailed off.

"The headquarters of the Hassaikai. It's their leader's residence." Ryukyu confirmed.

"So you're tellin' me all that time we spent investigating was for nothing then?" Rock Lock jabbed.

"Not at all, we gained plenty of new information as well." Nighteye corrected.

"How'd you confirm she was there?" Fat Gum asked quickly. I bit back my laughter as Nighteye pulled out Gung-Ho! Glitter Squad 10! box.

"A member of the Hassaikai visited a nearby department store the other day. He purchased a toy favored by young girls." Nighteye stated casually.

"What?"

"That's pretty sparkly." Rock Lock said.

"Listen, maybe the guy just likes cutesy stuff. Different strokes for different folks, Nighteye." Fat jumped in. "You wanna tell us what you're doin' with one, though?"

"Yes. I was there when he made the purchase and overheard his conversation with the store clerk." He explained how he used his foresight on the guy and saw Eri.

"You ended up using Foresight anyway?" Rock Lock jabbed.

"If you recall, I said I'd use it when our path was more certain." Nighteye stated calmly.

"Whatever, this means we've got the data we need, right?" Fat Gum interjected.

"Yes. And we know for sure when they'll be there thanks to our stakeouts." Centipeder confirmed.

"We also worked with the police and already got a warrant to search the place!" Bubble Girl told us happily. "Next step..."

"... is to barge in there!" Fat Gum exclaimed.

"So what's the deal with ginger back here?" Rock Lock asked, turning around from the front to look at me.

"And that means?" I replied dully.

"Last time you went out and these guys were involved, they almost killed you." I sighed at the statement while everyone turned to me in silence.

"Yeah, they almost killed me. Had Fat Gum radio the school so I could say my goodbyes and everything. I don't believe that was just the Hassaikai though. They're working with the League, we can assume that much. As we are all well aware, the League has an interest in me. My bet is they persuaded the Hassaikai to help trap me or take me out, especially since Kirishima and I caught the guy who shot Sun Eater. For what reason, I'm not sure. But I can almost guarantee that the news coverage pissed off the League a lot." Rock Lock took a few steps forward, arms crossed over his chest.

"What makes you say that, Shortstack."

"Shigaraki is a power hungry, egotistical maniac with a loathing for heroes. He wants attention. He functions much like a toddler having a tantrum, that doesn't mean we should underestimate him though. So if he was behind that, or had anything to do with it, the fact that he got zero recognition, it would send him into a frenzy. He thrives off of chaos, whether it be in society or the chaos he makes. I'm aware of the risks, I'm not daft, but my only concern at this moment is getting that girl out of there. And it's Sonus, not Shortstack." Rock Lock licked his lips and nodded, dropping the issue right then and there.

I stood off to the side as Mirio worked on cheering up and pep talking with my classmates, Amajiki looking at him lovingly.

'They're cute together.' I thought to myself, mostly focusing on keeping my heart rate calm.

I followed everyone to the men's locker room, my suit having been repaired fully since the last time. I felt stray eyes on my back, and I already knew who they belonged to without looking up as I got in my costume.

"What?" I asked dryly.

"I- How did you..." Rock Lock trailed off.

"Just because I don't have my glasses on doesn't mean I don't have eyes in the back of my head. What do you need?" I asked again, my tone colder.

"I just wanted to say, it was nothin' personal back there." I scoffed under my breath and popped my glasses on.

"Sure it wasn't." He looked taken aback by my comment. "You don't feel like you can trust me cause I'm a kid. Personally, I couldn't care less who you are. I don't care about your age, your fighting style, who you like, what you look like, what your quirk is, none of it. As long as I know at the end of the day you're gonna have my back out there, couldn't care less about any of that. You saw my scars in person, so what? Now you're convinced I'll have your back and you feel the need to tell me because you felt bad?" He sighed and hung his head for a moment, waiting until I turned to face him.

"You're a good kid, you have a good head on your shoulders. You got morals and I can respect that. So, Sonus, next time work studies come around, I'd be proud if you reached out to me." He said, handing out a card to me. I let a small smile slip as I grabbed it and tucked it into my hero costume.

"Glad to know you aren't rescinding your offer from the Sports Festival." I told him, the two of us starting to walk out of the locker room.

"You saw that I sent you an offer? I'm sure you got loads."

"Almost four thousand to be more precise." He looked at me baffled.

"And through all those, you remembered mine?" He asked in arrogant disbelief. I sent him a cheeky smile and tapped my temple with my index finger.

"Don't forget, high IQ, gotta use it for something." He sighed and shook his head.

"Well played."

"Now then. Let's begin." Nighteye said before we all left, gathering in front of the police station at 8 am.

"As you know, Nighteye was able to use his quirk on a Hassaikai member. Through it, he saw underground facilities, and we believe them to be this Yakuza group's headquarters." The lead officer on the case started, briefing us and all of the cops behind him. "We were also able to confirm that the girl we're trying to rescue is currently being held in one of the rooms there. Although we were unable to map out the entire layout of the underground hallways, we believe the man Sir Nighteye saw took the shortest route to our target. This is the best intel we have at the moment concerning the Hassaikai's stronghold. It's the basis of this mission. Stay smart. These guys are dangerous, and we can expect them to bring their quirks against us, full force. We're passing around a list of current Hassaikai members and their quirks according to our registration databases. Commit this to memory."

"It's solid information to have on hand. Thank you for this." One of the heroes in the front said, an officer handing me a paper. I gazed over it, remembering the key points as best as I could.

"We don't wanna give them time to hide." The detective stated. "Our aim is to identify and apprehend all members as quickly as possible while securing our target."

"Things are moving fast now, huh?" Kirishima asked excitedly.

"Yeah, just remember to stay more focused than me and you'll be alright." I told him.

"You two are energetic, considering how early it is." Amajiki commented.

"Bold of you to assume I slept after we got the message this morning." I said sarcastically.

"I'm getting nervous." Uraraka expressed.

"No joke, first detective work, and now we're cooperating with the police. There's so much I don't know. Onryo seems to be the only one in our class who understands all of this." Tsu said, a finger pushing into her cheek nervously.

"I've dealt with the police too many times and after being a victim in a hero raid that needed to be rescued, it really tends to clear things up. Y'know, like looking at things in a different perspective." I rationed, seeing my Dad behind me look at me curiously.

"All the pros seem like they're pretty chill, huh?" Kirishima asked Midoriya and I as we walked away from the girls studying with Ryukyu. "So brave!" He cheered.

"Hey. I haven't seen Gran Torino around here this morning. You know where he is?" Izuku asked hesitantly.

"Apparently he won't be joining us today." Sir Nighteye said as he walked up.

"Tsukauchi's been keeping an eye on the League. According to him, it looks like they're on the move. Fortunately, we have plenty of heroes here, so we can afford to send Gran Torino." The detective said, walking up beside Nighteye.

"I was wondering where Tsukauchi was, but that answers my question." I told him blandly.

"Maybe we can take down the Hassaikai and the League of Villains at the same time!" Kirishima cheered.

"Oh, yeah!" Izuku returned with excitement.

"Whaddya think Tsukabro?"

"That's the hope, and I'm not trying to be a pessimist, but I won't hold my breath on taking down both groups today." I said in a colder tone.

"Let's do this." Midoriya said, more to himself than anyone.

"Not yet." My Dad said as he walked up to us.

"Ah! Mr. Eraser Head, sir!" My green haired best friend exclaimed in shock.

"I'm teaming up with Nighteye Agency for this. Do you understand me?" He asked.

"Yes, sir!"

"And Sonus. I'm watching you, too. Make me proud." He said before walking off. I swallowed the lump in my throat, my nerves starting to climb.

"Now! Heroes!" The detective called. "Things could get violent quickly out there. If you encounter even a hint of suspicious behavior or resistance, call for help immediately! We're up against gangsters who've avoided capture until now. It is imperative that each of you carry out your respective assignments. And stay sharp in there! We will commence the operation at 0830 hours. Heroes, move out!" He said while him and the rest of the cops saluted us.

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f10werfae · 2 years ago

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Heartful not a Handful

Pairing: Husband!Dad!Chris x Actress!Mom!Reader

Warnings: mention of a heart defect‼️Fluff though don’t worry‼️

Summary: Chris and Y/n prove how strong their love for each other is, how they can overcome any and everything

-Requests are open! ♥️Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

May 2022 Chris and I welcomed our first baby boy, Noel, a cute brunette blue-eyed boy with a personality as big as this Earth, as Chris described it. However, unfortunate news came when the doctor came in and told us about our baby boy’s heart defect. It’s called VSD, basically having a hole in your heart.

My birthing experience alone was terrifying enough, with myself also having a weak heart, it was a major risk even attempting to have a normal birth; but I did it.

Heck I have never had Chris kiss and hug me so hard out of relief, that feeling of seeing him but as parents now, made it all the more better. Now that we’re home and finally settled in a few months later, Chris and I are slowly adjusting to the new life in our hands.

“ya doin alright mama?” I heard a gravelly voice from behind, shocking me a little as I knew it was only turning 2AM. “Jeez baby, what are you doin' up? Aren’t you tired from all your interviews today?” I questioned bouncing the breastfeeding boy in my arms slightly.

“Nah i’m never too tired for my babies, especially when they need me most”

Ever since I had given birth, Chris had opted to stay home as much as possible in order to help us about. Caring for both me and baby Noel was the top of his priority, I could have never asked for a better partner in life. I had chosen to take a break from acting for now, my contract with Marvel had just ended anyway after a major successful finale movie for my character.

“Lil man here is jus hungry, just wanted some of mommy’s milk” I cooed watching the milk drunk baby continue to suckle on my breast,

“He’s absolutely adorable” Chris said coming up behind me, his arms going around my waist to help hold onto him. His fingers slowly combing over his growing head of hair, Noel's tiny hand reaching up for his father’s touch, something he had learned to recognise.

“Just give him your finger Chris n' stop teasin the lil guy” I laughed watching Chris let Noel grab onto his pinky,

“He nearly done nursin'?”

Chris whispered into my ear, a kiss going to my exposed shoulder. “Mhm just wanna finish this off so I don’t risk a sore boob in the morning”

“You ever still worry bout his heart?”

“Sometimes, but I’m not gonna let it affect us, he’s still our healthy baby boy” I cooed, watching him let go of my nipple and yawn, passing him over to Chris for a burp, I re-strapped my maternity bra. “Come on buddy, give daddy a nice burp so we can all got to sleep”

Chris softly padded around the room, patting his back softly; his eyes watched me as I started to get Noel's swaddle ready for him. “Did he let out somethin yet?” I asked walking towards him,

“Yup he let out the tiniest, cutest burp, gets it from his momma” He cooed handing him over as we swaddled him together before placing him into his bassinet, both of us looking over him for a few minutes.

“He’ll be okay won’t be Chrissy?”

“Of course he will bub, especially with us to look after him, we have the most amazing doctors too. He’ll be amazing”

“Come on lovie, lets get you to bed, I know you’re tired” He whispered pulling me out of the room, turning on Noel’s buzz lightyear nightlight. Pulling the covers back for me he helped me into bed, unclipping my bra for me and throwing it to our wash basket by our bathroom.

“You’re such a good mom you know that?”

“Couldn’t do it without Noel having such a good dad, I love you Chris” I said moving closer to him, both of us laying on our sides just looking at each other. “I love you so much more, thank you for giving me Noel. Thank you for giving me your heart and helping us to create another”

“What’s up with those look in your eyes?” I asked seeing him change the look in his eyes

(Chris' P.O.V)

“Ever since you became a mom, you’ve jus become a whole different type of beautiful. I can’t put into words how much sexier you are, how much more I’ve fallen in love with you. I jus can’t believe you’re all mine to love and to hold”

I said looking up at the ceiling trying to convey how I was feeling, to turn my head to hear her cute little snores. Her lashes resting on her cheeks, her hands holding onto mine softly.

“Yeah I love you” I whispered again kissing her forehead softly just watching her soft breaths leave her body.

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softshiin · 4 years ago

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Hello!!! im not sure if your still accepting requests but may I please have a headcannon for Draken,Hanma, Chifuyu,Baji getting jealous because someone is flirting with their crush 💗?

TR BOYS GETTING JEALOUS

summary: draken, hanma, chifuyu and baji getting jealous when someone’s hitting on their crush

characters: draken, hanma, chifuyu and baji

warnings: strong words

note: hihii<33 i’m sorry for the wait,, anyways tysm for requesting anon!!

DRAKEN

sending glares from afar, without getting noticed neither by you nor the boy who’s flirting with you

gets really pissed off

if it continues would prob walk towards you two

he wouldn’t get close if you were enjoying it

but you clearly seemed uncomfortable

“so.. wanna come with me?” the boy asked, stating pulling you closer to him

“no, actually.. don’t wanna.. hey stop it- you’re hurting me..!-“

“hey. get your hands off them. right. now.”

suddenly the boy flew a few meters away from you

did ken just- punched him?

“you okay?” “mhm, thanks ken”

still glares at the boy, who doesn’t dare to get in a fight with him

“next time imma kill ya”

HANMA

notices straight away that some strange guy is trying to approach you

“oh my god, is that guy for real? he’s tryin’ to hit on <hanma shuji’s> partner?” murmurs started to spread in all the place

“huh?? who the hell said that i’m his partner?” you half shouted to no one in particular, with fake disgust

“hyaha<3 i said so doll~” shuji suddenly appeared behind you

he gives a sweet smile in your direction and then “my my, who do we have here?” he started to glare at the new boy

that punk immediately turned around and started walking away

“huh.. how boring”

then he hugged you with a pout on his face “hey.. we just started dating and you already cheatin’ on me?”

you just giggled, giving him a quick kiss on the lips

his beautiful smile had finally returned <3

CHIFUYU

he’s just so shy to admit that he got jealous

then you decided to tease him a bit, since you perfectly knew that he had a crush on you

“hmm fuyu, did you see that guy i was talking with? wasn’t he pretty?”

he just flinched “e-eh,, you think so? he seemed pretty normal to me tho?” and he looked away

“whaat, are you jealous?” you giggled

“no! not at all, quit it”

you continued all day

he ended up pouting

he’s just so cute bye

BAJI

he almost started a fight with that guy

“huh?? wacha doin’ with my s/o? get the fuck away from them this instant, you shit” he said that, looking straight in the eyes that poor guy

suddenly realized that you were actually there

you two just looked at each other for a few seconds, when you spoke, “so I’m your s/o? didn’t know that, kei”

he was relived that you were smiling

“well yea you know,,, you gotta say stuff like that to keep people in their places..” he looked at you “hope you don’t mind, y’know, its not like you like me or something..”

you blushed a little

“omfg y/n are you fuckin’ serious right now?-“

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers headcanons #draken x reader #hanma shuuji #hanma shuuji x reader #chifuyu #chifuyu x reader #baji #baji x reader

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abbatoirablaze · 3 years ago

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Get Your Man

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: sexual tension, mutual pining.

"Em," Gemma gasped, "Wow."

I bit my lip, nervously running to the mirror, "What? Do I look bad?"

Luann shook her head, "hell no baby doll. He's gonna want to rip your clothes off right when he sees ya."

I smiled, seeing my reflection, "I look that good."

Gemma smiled, "if I were a guy, I'd definitely wanna tap that."

"I don't know," I said with a shrug, "Filip doesn't like me like that anyways. I shouldn't be trying to impress him."

"You're kidding, right?"

"What?" I asked.

"Chibs has the biggest crush on you," Luann laughed, "and now that we're getting you all dolled up, maybe he'll get some balls and do you."

I blushed again and Gemma smiled, "all you need to do is go out there with some confidence. Remember baby doll, these men think with their dicks. So, grab him by the balls and show him where you want to go. He'll follow you."

"I think I can help her with that," a voice said, coming into the office. I turned to see my best friend. He gave me his trademark smirk, "Gem's right. I mean, god damn darlin, if I had a chance, I'd do ya right here."

This time I felt my blush creep down my neck, and I fanned myself, "Jax, stop."

"Why couldn't you be the one that married Jax," Gemma laughed sadly as she gave me a half-sad, "at least I like you."

"Because if that happened, you'd have a house full of grandchildren," Jax laughed, "me and Em both have crazy sex drives. Right Em?"

"You live to embarrass me, don't you?"

"I would have been okay with a house full of grandbabies," Gemma said definitively, "Why are you telling me this.

Jax chuckled and nodded, ignoring his mother as he held out his hand to me, "come on sweetheart. Let's get you out of here before Gemma straps us both down and forces us to get married."

I rolled my eyes at my best friend, before taking his hand. He led me into the clubhouse where a full blown rager had been going on. He didn't pay anyone too much attention. A lot of 'bro hugs' and 'how ya doin man' but we made a bee line for the bar.

"You okay Em?"

I nodded, suddenly feeling self conscious, "yeah. Just need a few beers in me."

He chuckled.

"You look amazing. For real. Those jeans really hug your ass."

I bit my lip, shaking my head, "he probably won't even notice me. He doesn't see me like that."

"Em," he chuckled. He cupped my chin with one of his hands, "trust me when I say that Chibs is head over heels for ya. Matter of fact I see that he's stopped makin out with Emily Duncan there."

I glanced over my shoulder to see a very upset Crow eater sitting on Chibs' lap, but he seemed to be looking through her.

"He's not looking at us."

Jax nodded, "yes he is, darlin."

I pushed his hand away, and he gave me another one of his trademarked grins, "I swear you are too much Jax."

"Kiss him."

"What?"

"Go up to him right now, and kiss him," he laughed, shoving his hands in his pockets, "I dare you."

"Jax."

"I double dare ya."

I bit my lip before standing out of my chair and poking his chest, "no."

"I triple dog dare you, Emma Wilson. Go kiss Chibs. Walk straight up, grab him by his kutte and show him who he belongs to. I know you've been wanting to do it since you were 19. You're 24 now. Come on."

I looked between him and Jax.

XXXXX Chibs POV XXXXX

I looked at her from across the room, in all her glory. Her blonde curls fell loose down her shoulders and back.

"Chibs?"

That sweet tight ass hugged perfectly in her Levis. She had a leather vest on that was see through on the sides and back...It cut off right above her belly button. Makin me think about what lay beneath the denim and leather.

"Hey," the woman groaned from on top of my lap. And normally, I would have said yes. Emily Duncan was the creme de la creme of crow eaters. She smiled sweetly at me, "let's go to your room, Chibsy."

"I think I wanna play some pool," I said, pushing her off my lap. She followed me over to the pool table where the prospect was racking the balls, "go get me a scotch, will ye?"

The crow eater huffed, but nodded. I watched as she stood a few people down from Jackie boy and Emma.

"What I wouldn't give to see her ride a pole," Half sack said with a smile, "She's hot, right?"

"I wouldn't talk about Chibs' old lady like that man," Tig said with a laugh, "he'll run you through a grinder."

I looked at the two guys, "what in the bloody hell are you talkin about? I'm not with that crow eater."

"He's talking about your old lady," Tig laughed, patting me on the shoulder, "you know the one you've been pinin' after since she came back to Charming five years ago."

"I haven't been pining after Em!"

"Aww," the crow eater said, handing me my scotch, "you guys talking about me?"

Half sack began to laugh, "yeah. Sure, Emily."

She scowled at him and batted her lashes, "shouldn't you be doing something useful, like getting one of your brothers or his company a drink?"

"Hey guys," Jackie boy said, interrupting the conversation, "got room for two more?"

"I don't know," the crow eater said, eyeing Em up. She smiled innocently and I felt Emily pull my face to hers for a kiss. I pulled away and straightened my kutte out.

"Of course we do," Tig roared, handing Jax a pool cue. He smirked at Emma, "lookin good tonight Emma."

"Thanks Tigger," she smiled. Jax put a hand on the small of her back and I couldn't help but feel jealous as he whispered something in her ear and it made her blush.

XXXXX Em's POV XXXXX

I blushed as Jax said it again, "kiss him. Bet he won't pull away from you."

I bit my lip and looked at Filip.

"Shut up."

"Triple. Dog. Dare ya."

Come on. This is it.

Now or never.

"Hey Chibs?" I asked.

He turned his attention to me and I grabbed his kutte in one hand and his face with another, before pulling him to me. Almost instantly I heard the pool cue drop, and his hands went to my body. He kissed back without a second thought.

I smiled, pulling away. Tig, Sack, and Jax were all whistling and catcalling us.

"Shut yer yaps ye limey bastards," he roared, laughing at them. I bit my lip again, and looked up into his eyes. He smiled and grabbed my face, "Who said to stop? I'm just getting started with you."

#soa #sons of anarchy #soa chibs #chibs imagine #chibs telford #chibs x reader #chibs x oc #mc

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greenorangevioletgrass · 3 years ago

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hc for jealous!will and their first public appearance as a couple 🥰

sooooo this became a whole thing 😳😳😳 reblog if you enjoyed this!

warnings: cute lil jealousy, a famous ex 👀, fluff, language, mention of smut towards the end

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will has no reason to be nervous.

they’ve been together for six months, and it’s not a secret to their friends, family, and coworkers. and when they step out onto the oscars red carpet that evening, it seems that not even the fans and the press were surprised. people seem genuinely happy for them. and they are, indeed, happy.

which is why will has no reason to be jealous, either.

they’re both adults, and they both have romantic history that predates their relationship. that’s normal. and things aren’t awkward or hostile when one of them runs into an ex at the afterparty, because they’re on good enough terms that they can just say a quick hello. that’s good, right?

but when her ex is michael b. jordan…

"gin and tonic, please. thanks.” the man orders at the bar, and then when he turns, he realizes that his ex-girlfriend is standing next to him, chatting with her current boyfriend. “y/n? hi!”

being ever so friendly and amiable, she turns to him with a warm smile. “hey stranger, it’s good to see you.”

will’s heart skips. that's what she called him back then. he doesn't want to be that guy, but he finds himself watching how she leans in for a quick half-hug. nowhere near close enough to justify his jealousy, and yet it brews anyway.

"oh, and this is will, by the way." she puts her hand on will's chest, and he likes how she smooths out his lapel like this. "will, michael. michael, will."

will's first mental response was why didn't she introduce me as her boyfriend, but of course, he keeps it cool.

"hey man, how you doin'?" michael offers his hand.

he smiles, shaking his hand with normal grip. "good, good. how are you?" he likes to think he's above the childish ego games, but he can't help sizing the other man up behind his polite demeanor.

he's shorter by a few inches; not enough to be towered over, but he did need to tilt up slightly to meet will's gaze. but he's buff. the delicate flower patterns on his suit are a vivid contrast to his bulging biceps. it complements y/n's dress, pale blue with bold statement bangles and rings. and as they make small talk about upcoming projects, will is starting to feel... out of place.

"i'll let you guys catch up, okay, sweetheart?" will places a hand on her lower back, pressing a quick kiss on her cheek. a subtle, gentlemanly way to assert his territory. and he's sure michael catches it, too. "nice meeting you, michael."

and he walks away, heart in his throat, fingers gripping his near-empty glass so his hand doesn't shake. knowing he did the right thing.

knowing she'll come back to him.

and she does, much earlier than expected, with a fresh glass of whiskey on the rocks for him and a soft smile on her face.

"what?"

"were you jealous?"

"i mean..." he rolls his eyes, trying to brush off her amused stare, but there's no escaping her. he groans. "how do i even compete with michael b. jordan?"

she laughs. "you don't."

he glares at her like thanks, that's very helpful.

"will, i'm already with you. after we get out of here tonight, i'm gonna take all this off and wear your shirt, sleep in your bed..."

"don't you mean our bed?" he pulls her in by the waist.

"i think it's technically four seasons' bed." she grins fondly at him. "it's not a competition, will. it never is."

he groans again, resting his forehead against her. "i know. it's just... we've all seen black panther. and creed."

"mm. i was there when he filmed the second one."

"fuck, really?" he curses under his breath. "he's so hot there!"

she laughs, again, and it makes him a little better somehow. "were you jealous because he dated me, or because you had a crush on him?"

"mostly the former, but maybe also a little bit of the latter..." he tilts his head side to side.

she smiles, staring at him thoughtfully for a long beat. and then, she whispers in his ear, "well, if it makes you feel any better, only one of you made me cum so much, i passed out. and then cleaned me up and dressed me and charged my phone afterwards? who the hell does that?" and walks away, her billowy dress train sweeping the floor.

he did, and it did make him feel better. and he thinks maybe he's not above the childish dick-measuring contest at all.

#fine line impromptu blurb weekend #will poulter #will poulter imagine #will poulter x reader #will poulter x actress!reader #ava writes

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luminari-mc · 3 years ago

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Eternal Memento

☆ Mammon's Birthday Special ☆

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: GN!MC x Mammon

Word count: 1653

Summary: You surprise Mammon with a special and personal gift on a very special day.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Writing angst for Mammon is nice... but fluff and love is definitely better. I wanted to write something cute for our first man's important day, because he deserves it. Happy birthday, Mammon!

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Five minutes left til the clock struck midnight. At this hour, all of the occupants of the House of Lamentation were expected to be in their rooms for the night- such were the rules which had been implemented by Lucifer for all who lived under these roofs, no matter whether they were demons, or human.

But tonight, you had decided to break that rule. After sneakily escaping the confines of your bedroom, you had managed to make your way upstairs, unbeknownst to the first-born, or any of the other demon brothers for that matter. How you hadn't encountered Beel on his usual night crusades to the kitchen, or walked on Levi taking advantage of the night to leave his room, was beyond you. But you couldn't be more thankful for it. Everything was going according to plan, and you weren't about to let anything or anyone ruin it.

You had arrived at your destination a couple minutes earlier, bouncing with impatience on your feet the more you kept looking at the minutes changing on the screen of your phone. The excitement overtaking you began to brighten your face with a smile, your eyes switching from the light under Mammon's door in front of you, to the darkness of the hallway you were standing in. With only a couple of minutes left to wait, the last thing you wanted was to be interrupted!

But just as a faint light appeared to grow closer and closer towards you from the shadows, your body instinctively tensed up. You kept your smile intact and your mouth shut, until the footsteps of Lucifer, holding a candle in his hand, came to a complete stop upon noticing your presence in the hallway. Just as he was about to reprimand you from breaking curfew, you immediately placed a finger upon your lips, a request the demon seemingly took note of as he simply arched an eyebrow at you. With a grin, you proudly showed him the small, gift-wrapped item in your hand. The wrapping, gold and sparkly, was kept into place by a thin ribbon of the same color

Lucifer's expression changed into one of content as his features relaxed. He nodded understandingly, before starting to walk again, exchanging hushed words of "Do not be loud. I'll let this one slide exceptionally." as he passed by you, before disappearing within the dark of the hallway once again.

Internally, you were grateful. Externally, you sighed out of relief.

Pressing the gift against your chest, you checked your phone once again. 10 seconds left. Your heart suddenly started beating like a hammer within you, and your thoughts were going at a hundred miles per hour. Nothing could ruin your plan now. Mammon was in his room, awake- you were in front of his door, with your gift, and you could only grow more and more excited for him to see it.

Downstairs, the clock echoed loudly. That was it. You advanced your hand towards the handle, stars practically shining in your eyes. Nobody could stop you now-

"IT'S MY--" The door opened without warning, revealing a grinning demon who, with his eyes closed in happiness, hadn't noticed you yet in front of him. Your body moved on instinct.

"Mammon!" You exclaimed, a smile wide on your face as you threw yourself towards him, your arms quickly locking themselves around his neck. Surprised to hear your voice, and even more to feel your body against him without warning, Mammon almost stumbled backwards, pulling you inside alongside him.

"Wh-Whaaat!? Huh- MC?! W-What are you doing here?!" The demon's cheeks burned red upon opening his eyes. "You can't just barge in my face like that! Seriously, you almost gave me a heart attack!"

Chuckling at his reaction, you reached for the door behind you to close it with your foot. Somewhere within the House of Lamentation, Lucifer groaned.

"I wanted to surprise you! Seems like it worked like a charm." Your teasing voice only increased the color of his cheeks even more, as a pout began to form upon his lips.

"S-Seriously, you can't just do that out of nowhere! At least learn to knock, will ya?" His unwavering gaze on you betrayed his frustrated tone. "Whatcha doin' here anyway? Aren't'cha supposed to be asleep?"

"And miss being the first to celebrate the special day of my favorite demon? No way."

Just as you let go of him, his expression softened at the reason of your presence in his room. "O-Oh... is that why you're here?"

You nodded, before taking his hand to guide him towards his couch. "I really wanted for the both of us to spend the entire day together, starting from the very first minute. Is that okay with you?" Despite your question, you knew Mammon enough to easily guess his answer.

"The- the entire day?" His eyes opened wider as he let you pull him at the center of the room, the words failing him. "Like- you mean- as in 24 hours together? J-Just you and me? You're serious?"

"Well, as far as I recall, there are still 24 hours within a day, right?" You teased before sitting on the couch and patting the seat next to you. "Only if you want to, though."

"Wh- really, I mean..." Mammon sat himself onto the couch slowly, his eyes drifting away from you. "If-If you really want it that much, I guess we could... spend the day together..."

You smiled at his reaction. So predictable. So adorable.

"Huh," he turned his face back towards you, or more precisely, towards the object you had placed in your lap, "What's that thing here? Is that...?"

You hummed, scooting closer to him so that your arms would touch. "Your gift for this year. I don't know if it's going to be enough, but I really wanted to give you something personal this time..."

You placed the wrapped-up gift in his hands. "I still hope you'll like it."

Mammon brought the gift closer to him as if to inspect it, the gold of the wrapping reflecting in his eyes. His thumb traced the rectangle shape of the item hidden within it, a cheap attempt at guessing what the gift was before even opening it. Sensing you intently staring at him though, the demon decided to properly discover his present by tearing the paper in half. He continued to rip pieces of it away, until the item was entirely uncovered in his hand.

"It's..." Mammon's mouth hung open, his eyes fixated on the framed picture he was holding. You placed your cheek against his shoulder.

"It's the first picture we took together. Well, more like the first one where our smiles were genuine." You wrapped your arm around his. "We weren't really comfortable around one another when we first met, huh? I mean, with me suddenly being pulled into a place I didn't even know existed, and you having to babysit me without even being able to say a word against it... It would be hard on anyone's nerves."

Mammon slid his arm behind your back as you continued. "Then one day, not long after we made our pact, we made a detour by the city and grabbed ice creams on our way home. I remember you wanted to brag about having finished classes early to the others, so you asked me to take a picture of us to post it on Devilgram later. So we raised our treats, smiled all teeth out, and it was done. Except that, in the end..."

"We forgot about posting it." Mammon said, his brow furrowing on his forehead. "I-I didn't know you had kept it, though."

"Well, there was something about it that made me just... want to keep it. I only thought about it later on during the day, but I realized there was something special about that picture." You tilted your head to look at him. "Want to know what it is?"

Wordless, or probably just too overwhelmed by the memories resurfacing in his mind, Mammon nodded. You put your finger next to his smiling face in the picture.

"Even after we took the picture, you kept on smiling." Your cheeks turned pink at the thought. "You kept on talking to me, and never once you stopped grinning. It was kind of contagious, I'm pretty sure I couldn't stop smiling too because of you. But it was nice. That was the first time where I thought that... maybe living with you guys might not be so bad."

Mammon examined the expressions on your framed past-selves. The picture looked like any other you two would take nowadays; smiling, enjoying the moment and the presence of one another. Except that, at the time, he was still denying his feelings, through and through. And yet in this picture, you had barely known each other for a couple of days, and you were smiling with the same intensity as you do to this day.

I really fell for you pretty quickly, huh...

"I feel kind of bad for forgetting about this." He admits, blushing. "But... I really like it. Thanks, MC. I'll treasure it forever."

Here were the words you were waiting for.

You opened your arms to invite him for a hug, a request which Mammon accepted on the spot as he leaned forward to embrace you, the framed picture still in his hand behind your back.

"So, I really got ya all to myself today?" He grinned. "Damn, it hasn't even been 20 minutes and this already feels like the best day ever."

You leaned yourself away before cupping his cheeks in your hands, your lips pressing against his in a way that only made him want even more. As Mammon placed down the picture on the glass table, and pulled you onto his lap, your thumb caressed his cheek affectionately.

"Happy birthday, my first man. Both in pact, and in smiles."

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years ago

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how about a little scenario where the prophesy trio(kris, susie, and ralsei) find out sweet, cap'n, and k_k have a shy chubby tv head girlfriend cause she takes over the shop while they're gone

"Dang, kinda wish we got those cool weapons at that junk place."

"Oh? Is your axe busted up a lot, Susie?"

"Nah but it could use an upgrade in case we gotta fight Queen."

As much as Ralsei didn't want to repeat the past, he knew that if the group were to face Queen again, violence may be necessary. She wasn't too keen on destroying them immediately, opting to battle them in an silly arcade game instead. But they couldn't let their guard down.

Kris shared the same sentiment as they led their friends back to Sweet Cap'n Cakes' junk shop, sparing whoever they came across along the way.

When they opened the doors, they didn't see the usual trio of robot rebels but instead you: a female Darkner with a TV for a head. You were just sitting at the counter, checking the wares, when you realized you had customers.

Not only that, but they were Lightners.

"O-Oh! Hey, uh, welcome!" Your screen flickered to life, showing a blushing emoticon. "Please do look around, Lightners. T-Take your time."

Kris approached the counter, looking at you curiously. They've never seen you here before. Unlike the others, you spoke much softer and didn't seem too hyperactive. Instead fidgeting with your antennae and the jar of glow wrists beside you.

*Talk

"H-Huh? You wanna talk?" An exclamation showed up on your screen for a second, although you sighed and shook it away. 'I really need to chill out...'

You were surprised they wanted to know more about yourself than the wares, but you talked to them anyway, telling them things like your name, your job at this rebel base, and your three boyfriends who were in the city trying to spread word of-

Oops. You said too much.

"Now what's with that look? Nothing to be ashamed of." Susie snickered, seeing your blush emoticons glitching out. "We're just surprised they never told us anythin' about you. You're a lucky chick."

"Th-Thanks.." You stammered.

"Well we did fight them for a short while." Ralsei muttered to her. "So they probably didn't-"

"Wait..you..y-you didn't hurt them...did you?"

"Oh--oh no, no!!" The goat waved his paws frantically. "They attacked us thinking we were with Queen, but we won by dancing to their music. We didn't hurt them at all."

Kris nodded in agreement, and that confirmation relieved you.

"Ah, I see..s-sorry. I was just worried. Dancing always distracts those goofs from their jobs. I'm glad you resolved that peacefully."

After that, the human Lightner put a hefty stack of dark dollars on the counter, buying a mecha saber, an auto axe, and a glow wrist. You were pleased they were willing to buy so much, and you got them the requested items.

Your boyfriends were certainly going to be happy when they get back. This was the most profit this shop has made in a few days.

When group equipped their respective items, they said goodbye and left to continue their journey. Not long after that, Sweet, Cap'n, and K_K returned.

"Babes!!!" Sweet jumped over the counter to hug you, head squished against your stomach as the other two bots hugged you and kissed both sides of your head.

"What's shakin' bacon?"

"You doin' okay? Queen didn't come around here, did she?"

"Nope. Only some friendly Lightners. You guys never told me about your encounter with them, so I was uh..pretty shocked seeing them walk through the door." You awkwardly chuckled.

"Awh sorry 'bout that, toots." Sweet let go of you, only to spot the money and gasp. "YO!!! This is a ton of cash!"

K_K was gawking at it, too. "Wowie, we're makin' bank today!"

Cap'n shared the same expression as he glanced at you. "How's you doing better as a shopkeeper than any of us???"

All you did was shrug, wondering that same question yourself.

Maybe you ought to be the new shopkeeper here in the fields.

#clanask #anonymous #deltarune x reader #sweet capn cakes x reader #monster reader #objecthead reader

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vannybarber · 4 years ago

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The Prenup: Part Four

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part One Part Two Part Three

As soon as you heard that, you slam the door in his face.

"Y/N, what the hell? Open the door. What are you doin'?"

"No, I'm not opening the door. How are you gonna finally see me and knowing I'm upset with you, greet me with "hi baby"? You fuss at him through the door.

"I'm sorry okay! Can you please open the door? We need to talk."

"Don't raise your voice at me. You're only making it worse for yourself." You shift your weight on the other foot folding your arms. "I can do this all day."

"Come on babe, I'm serious." So were you.

"If I open this door, you better act like you have some sense."

"Alright, alright. Just open the door please."

You hesitantly walk over and open the door seeing him stand in the same position. Your face is torn up and you wrinkle it more when your eyes land on him. Although you won't admit it, a tiny part of you are glad to see him. Just a tiny part.

"Can I come in?" He looks at you and tilts his head sassily.

"Cut the attitude Christopher." You walk away towards the bed signaling he could enter.

"We're not gonna get anything solved with you acting like this" he huffs, slamming the door.

"How do you expect me to act? We wouldn't have anything to solve if you hadn't done all this. All this time you had to think and you still can't get that through your mind."

"I still don't see why you're making such a big deal. This is protecting us both. I don't touch your money, mine doesn't get touched either."

You almost slap him.

"Chris, that's if we were to divorce. We haven't even gotten married and you're already thinking about divorce?" What the fuck is wrong with him?

"You always say to be extra cautious and careful. That's what I'm doing. Megan thinks it's a good idea and when is she ever wrong?"

"You know what's sad Chris? Megan is such a bitch and you can't see it. She literally tries to dictate every little thing you do. She's your publicist, not your wife. You talk about how you love your freedom and independence, which I give to you, but when it comes to her, whatever she says goes."

His hands are rubbing his face, like usual, when he's in a predicament. He's not saying anything, which makes you even more upset, but you continue anyway.

"I truly don't think you understand how you're being right now. You're letting someone else dictate our relationship. You don't even talk to me about it, so I'm sitting on the sidelines watching you play the game. It's clear in itself that you are still not ready to be in a relationship. How? I don't know. You had fucking 4 years."

"Its not that easy, okay? You know how all my past relationships have gone. Somehow I was still being used for everything. Whether it was money, publicity or whatever. You don't get it."

You sigh and run a hand over your forehead. It's obvious you aren't going to get anywhere with this, so what was the point of him even coming here? Hold on.

"How the hell did you even find me? I haven't talked to you all day." He looks up and at the wall, bouncing his leg nervously in the chair he was seated in.

"You had your location on and I drove over here." You roll your eyes and this upsets him. "You freaking left without telling anyone where you were! You could've been hurt. Or even worse."

"I told your momma I was fine." He scoffs.

"You've got to be kidding. You just have to be."

You've had it up to here with this man. Clearly nothing was going to get resolved and both of you are stubborn about it, so you want him gone right away.

"Chris just go. You're wasting time. I told you to come in here with some sense, but you must've left the little that you had at the door."

"You're my future wife. I'm not leaving you. We need to work this out." Haha. That's funny.

"Well according to you, I'm most likely going to be your future ex wife." Okay you were being dramatic but whatever. "Let me help you understand. After 4 years of a relationship, you propose to me. Then you get a prenup behind my back by the advisory of your hating ass publicist. You signed it without even letting me know you had one. Do you not see the issue at hand here?"

You deadpan him for his reaction. You needed some form of indication that he gets what you're saying. That he realizes he's being a dick.

"I mean...I guess? I just didn't think you'd be so bothered. If we never get a divorce then it's fine. The prenup won't matter." He sits up in his chair and looks at you what looks like to be genuine confusion on his face.

Why do you even bother?

"Yes it would matter. Because it will forever be there. And in the back of my mind, I will always feel you picked your money over me." All his confusion washes away at this and is replaced with realization and guilt. "You know me better than most of my own family does. And you know what my intentions are with you. None of them require money. If you didn't have money like you did, I still would be with you Chris. Why? Because I love you."

There's a silence.

"I honestly don't know what to say." And you could tell. Any words he wanted to speak barely got through transformation because he would just clamp his mouth shut.

"Chris I just want to be alone right now, okay? I really don't need this at the moment." Yeah, the fact that you're pregnant. And he still doesn't know. You thought about telling him, but now you want to hold it off being that this didn't go as planned.

"Babe-"

"Chris please. Just do this for me. It's the least you can do." You sit on the bed and cross your legs. You were in a bind that didn't seem to be letting up any time soon.

"Well it was a long drive and I have to use the bathroom." You swat your hand to the restroom for him to go. Anything to get him moving faster. He walks in and shuts the door behind him. Meanwhile, you grab your phone and contemplate whether you should turn your location off. If you kept it on, at least they would know where you were and that you were safe. But you don't want him back here.

After 4-5 minutes or so, you didn't hear the toilet flush and you wonder what he's doing in there.

"Chris what the hell is taking you so long?" The door clicks open and you look, only to see Chris standing in the frame with a pregnancy test in hand.

He has your positive pregnancy test.

You forgot you left them on the sink counter. Fucking idiot. You internally start freaking out and you jump out the bed. He spots you and stares at you. Knowing him for so long, you had never seen this look o his face before. Turns out, it was a look of betrayal. Why would he feel betrayed?

"You're pregnant." His voice is monotonous and his eyes don't leave yours for a second.

You on the other hand, are darting your attention around the room, looking anywhere but at him. You feel a sense of guilt. Probably because you weren't telling him and he had to find out like this.

"Yes- yes I am pregnant" you speak lowly, fiddling with the end of your shirt.

"And its mine right?" That made you mad.

"Of course it is! How the hell could you ask me that?"

"Well I don't know how to fucking feel! You were just gonna let me walk out of here without telling me you're pregnant with my baby!?" Now he's out the bathroom and a few feet away from you.

"I don't owe anything to you right now. I would've told you eventually. When I was ready." He goes silent.

"Are you going to keep it?" This time his voice is meek and lower than his normal tone. You look up and his face is pained. He is all for 'my body my choice' and completely supports that, but he'd be lying if he said that the thought of you, ya know, wouldn't hurt him.

"Yes I am keeping the baby." He let's out a huge breath.

Even though you couldn't have been more than 5 weeks, you had already felt like a bond was formed with your baby. And knowing Chris has wanted kids since forever, you couldn't take that away.

"Well I'm happy." But you still weren't all the way there yet. You didn't forget what had just happen.

"You still need to leave." The little smile on his face had vanished and he looked down.

"Are you gonna come back?" He was making it slightly difficult to keep the same hardness with him. You still loved that man, even through all your anger you have with him.

"I will, just not right now. Or not today at least. I still need to think. I'll be back home eventually." As you're speaking he sets the test back in the bathroom and stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"Well I guess that's better than nothing", he replies still visibly upset. "I guess I'll just head out now." He walks towards the door and hooks his hand on the knob. You quick get up and to your own surprise, you wrap your arms around him.

He's stiff for a few moments, which makes complete sense, but hugs back. You take in his scent and you almost give in. You hadn't smelt him in a while and it drove you crazy. You pull away and adjust your shirt. He looks at you one more time.

"I love you Y/N." You nod your head and he leaves the room.

"I love you too Christopher."

But he couldn't hear you because he was already half way down the hall, thinking about how he was going to make this right.

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Anonymous asked: Can i request where reader feels she's no longer good enough to be around the pogues because kiara doesn't like her and is jealous of how she is with them?

Summary: Kiara had always been jealous of Y/N, whether it be the way she looked, talked, carried herself, or the way she was perceived by the island. One thing Kiara could never get over was how she was with the other pogues. She had been around longer, leaving her closer to all of them making Kiara feel as though she was always missing some inside joke. After a night of drinking Kiara explodes, leaving an awkward tension between the group.

"Are you coming to the Boneyard tonight?" Joh B asked, breaking you from your thoughts.

"Uh, I'm honestly not sure. Promised I'd be home at a reasonable time tonight." You said with a slight laugh.

"Oh, come on what's one more day being out late?" JJ asked slinging his arm across your shoulders.

"J, you know how my mom gets when I break promises."

"Yeah guys, just let her stay home if she doesn't want to come. It's just one party." Kie said uninterested.

You shot a confused look to the guys and then looked at Kie.

"Don't sound so happy I won't go." You said with a laugh.

"No, no, no that's not what I meant at all," Kie said quickly.

"I'm just kidding Kie."

"But really, you should come if you can Y/N/N," Pope said as JB pulled into Kie's dock.

"We'll see."

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"Y/N just let me know if stay at John B's tonight. I don't mind you going out, I'm gonna have an early night anyway." Your mom said.

"I will mom, I love you."

"Love you too, let us know if you need anything."

You nodded your head and headed to your room to change. You weren't exactly in the most party mood, so you just opted for a pair of sweat shorts and a swimsuit top.

By the time you had gotten to the Boneyard the party was in full swing. Everyone was drunk or having a good time with other substances.

You laughed to yourself as you went in search of your friends. Spotting JJ and Pope first you smiled and ran up to them.

"Hey, you made it!" Pope said hugging you.

"Yeah, my mom decided she was going to bed early, didn't want me to miss the fun."

"Well good, we're gonna have a bonfire after this back at the Chateau," JJ said.

"Alright cool." You said with a smile.

Your smile quickly vanished as your eyes laid on Kie, who was completely hammered and crying.

"Kie! What's wrong?" You asked quickly, helping the girl to sit.

"Like you don't know." She said with a bitter laugh.

"What?" You asked removing your hand from her back.

"Gosh you are so damn oblivious aren't you? You are what's wrong."

Your eyebrows scrunched together as you looked at your friends for help.

"Kie she didn't do anything." John B said coming to your defense.

"This is my issue! You all defend her and she has no faults does she?!" Kie screamed.

"Kiara, stop." Pope tried.

"NO! You can't tell me I need to stop! She's the reason you all make me feel like I'm missing something, some kind of inside joke. Little miss perfect everything makes me feel like I'm not good enough and never will be. I wish I could have the relationship she has with all of you, but that could only be accomplished by her having met you after me. Just another pogue born who met you guys first. I don’t like her.” She spat.

"Alright, I've had enough." You muttered turning to walk away.

"What? You can't stand to hear this because you know it's true? I'm sure you do it on purpose. You want the whole island to know of you like this cool, chill girl and that makes them think I'm stuck up because I'm not just like you."

"You sound so stupid right now! You don't have to be me, jealousy is a hell of a thing. If you listened at all while we were best friends instead of picking out everything about me that makes you feel terrible, you would know my life is far from perfect. I don't try and make you feel bad. Kie everyone has their struggles, especially with comparing themselves to other girls. This is by no means fair to just assume that you are the only one out of us who has them." You said and walked away this time done with the conversation at hand.

"Hey, where are you going?" JJ asked, running to grab your hand.

"I'm going home. I knew I should've stayed there. I'll see you guys tomorrow or something." You said with a sigh.

"No. She doesn't get to chase you off. She does not get the power. Let's go to the Chateau and lay down. I'm not letting you drive in this emotional state." JJ said looking at you worriedly.

He watched you carefully as your eyes filled with tears.

"It's fine J, go enjoy the party. My house is like 10 minutes away. I'll call my mom and have her watcha movie with me when I get home."

"I already know you were just going to sit in your room and ignore everyone for a week while you bottle up your emotions." He said taking the car keys from your hand.

You sighed and allowed him to help you into the passenger side. He gripped your hand after he got into the driver's side and began the short drive back to the Chateau. The conversation he tried to start quickly fell into an unanswered silence as you stared ahead at the road.

When your truck pulled into the Chateau's drive and JJ came and helped you out again even though you were more than capable of doing it on your own.

"Let's go get ready for bed." He mumbled against your ear, leading you to the spare room. You sighed when you knew the night would finally be drama-free.

"Want tea? Water? Beer?" JJ asked, causing you to shake your head in response.

You turned your back to JJ and unclipped your swimsuit top, bending down to grab one of his discarded T-shirts. Your shorts quickly followed suit of your top and you climbed into bed. Taking your phone you texted your mom to let her know you were staying at John B’s.

“Hey don’t shut me out,” JJ said reaching for your shoulder.

“I just don’t get it. I would never make Kie feel like that on purpose. I just I don’t know J.”

“Just try and get some sleep. We’ll figure it out in the morning. Sound good?”

You nodded your head despite knowing you would go home tomorrow morning.

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You woke up and groaned. You didn’t want to deal with Kie or have to face the tension she created in the group. Tugging JJ’s arm off your waist, you stood up and looked around for some of your clothes. It was a mess of things thrown around on the floor.

“Hey what’re you doin,” JJ asked sitting up.

“Going home,” you replied.

JJ’s face contorted in confusion before he climbed out of bed.

“Hey. Look at me.” He said as he grabbed your chin.

“J I can’t right now, okay?”

“She doesn’t get this power of you. We can all make our own decisions.”

“I get that but I need to go home and see my mom. I’ll text you guys I promise. Can you help me find some clothes though? This place is a shit show.”

He chuckled and dug around before tossing you a bra and one of your shirts. You pulled out a pair of your panties and your shorts from the night before and headed to the bathroom.

Once you were changed you went to the kitchen to see John B leaning against the counter.

“Sup,” he said watching you.

“Hey.”

“Where ya going?”

“Home. My mom was expecting me home last night but J wouldn’t let me drive.” You said pulling your shoes on.

“Just so you know there are no harsh feelings towards you it’s towards Kie for acting like that.”

You nodded and looked at the floor. You felt him embrace you and you reluctantly hugged him back.

“I mean it, so stop beating yourself up for what she said and what she feels, okay?” He asked pushing you to an arm's length.

“Yeah, I got it.” You mumbled, “I’ll see y’all later.”

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After being home for a while you went upstairs to be by yourself since you’d sat with your mom for advice and to watch a random show with her.

Your phone was seemingly vibrating to no end when you arrived in your room. Picking it up you were getting a FaceTime call from the boys.

Deciding to pick up you saw them smiling at you.

“We couldn’t get you to answer any of our texts we thought we were gonna have to bust in your house,” Pope said with a laugh.

“Yeah sorry I left my phone in my room while I was with my mom. What’s up?”

“We wanted to have the bonfire tonight since it didn’t work out last night,” JB spoke.

“I’m okay, invite Kie though. Sure she’d love to have you guys all to herself. Maybe she’ll even replace my friendship.” You said sarcastically.

“Shut up, you know she can’t, it’s a different friendship between us and you and us and her,” JJ said with a glare.

“Ye-“ you started but you were stopped by your mom calling for you.

“Gotta go guys, but yeah won’t be able to make it out tonight. Love you!” You said before hanging up.

You sighed knowing that you were just making the decision easier for them by distancing yourself. If Kie didn’t like you and didn’t want you around you would be busy when they wanted to hang out.

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A few weeks had gone by and you hadn’t seen the Pogues since the morning after the argument with Kie. You didn’t speak to Kie, but you occasionally spoke with JJ and the others every so often. Kie would never realize but you felt like shit ever since her outburst and you weren’t sure why but you didn’t feel good enough to hang around the Pogues anymore. It was obvious none of the other Pogues felt the way as Kie, they would have booted you from the friend group long before, but there was just the feeling that you could not shake.

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Your days were pretty normal, helping your mom run her shop, surfing in the evening or in the mornings, fixing up various parts of your house, and sometimes going to the beach to relax and tan. This day however was not relaxing at all, all of the Pogues decided to make an appearance, Kie included. You looked in their direction before picking up your stuff and beginning to head home.

You were beginning to walk over the dune when Kie called out to you, causing you to turn and look at the girl. Folding your arms you waited for the group to approach. Kie greeted you with a smile, which you glared at.

"Glad to see you're happy you got what you wanted." You sneered at her.

"This isn't what I wanted." Kie defended.

"Yeah, I'm sure it's not. I gotta go," You said and turned away from her.

Kiara grabbed your arm and you began to pull your arm away from her.

"Do not touch me," You seethed, glaring at the brunette girl.

"What is your issue?" Kiara groaned, looking to the guys for defense.

"You are my problem, sorry to use your own words against you. You made me feel like I couldn't come around my friends, the people I treat and call my family because I make you feel like shit! Now I'm the one left feeling like they aren't good enough. So congrats Kie, you got what you always wanted! Them to yourself." You stated and with that, you walked away.

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