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cho-aaacho · 8 months ago

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I love you, truly. There's no doubt in my mind.

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Characters : Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Megumi, and Choso.

Gojo Satoru (Childhood Friend)

"Ah, isn't it cute?"

"Yeah."

You simply nodded as Gojo Satoru, your childhood friend, invited you on an aquarium date. It had been a while since you had spent time with him, cherishing these small moments together.

You couldn't recall exactly how long you had known Satoru. As far back as you could remember, you had been his best friend a long time ago, sharing the same blue sky, laughing, lovingly touching each other's hands, playfully giggling, and embracing both his joys, sadness, and happiness.

Some describe him as nonchalant, others as arrogant and annoying, yet to you, he is just like a petite star in the veil of the night sky. So bright yet teasingly distant, just beyond your grasp.

You're acutely aware that being his priority or even dancing in his thoughts is beyond reach. It's clear to you that his actions toward you are merely as friends.

Since high school, your heart has been sealed within him, keeping it concealed within the recesses of your mind.

...why does God plant the seeds of love in your heart only for them to remain unwatered and untouched by Gojo Satoru?

He chuckled upon noticing your prolonged gaze, a soft smile forming on his lips, causing warmth to spread to your cheeks.

"Do you remember when we were kids and you told me you wanted to be a teacher? Well, now I've stolen that dream, and I'm the one who became a teacher," he remarked. "And remember when you said you wanted to become a skilled baker? Well, I stole that dream too!"

You rolled your eyes, feeling a tingle of irritation. "Yeah, you've stolen every dream I have, and I ended up as a pathetic office worker. But... what exactly are you trying to say?"

His attention shifted to the aquarium, snapping a few photos before continuing. "Hmm... what if I were to say I stole your start? How does that sound?"

"What do you mean, Satoru-kun?"

"Yuuji... he mentioned something about this before we set off on our little date. He mentioned that you had planned on something. I don't think he meant to spill the tea because it was supposed to be a secret. But you know how bad Yuuji is at keeping secrets, so, well, he let it slip."

He paused, then added, "The thing you want to say this day is... Satoru-kun, as unbelievable as it may sound, I'm absolutely head over heels for you. I love you."

He giggled. "And since I stole your start, it means, like, you know what I mean, right?"

Now your mind is full of cherry blossoms...

A smile curled on his lips. As he gets closer, your shoulder touches his, making your heart beat so fast. How could he know this so fast? Did he know that you loved him for a very long time?

He shook his head and removed his sunglasses, perching them atop his silver hair. He stared at you with a soft smile. "I love you. Will you be mine?"

Geto Suguru (Boss/Employee Relationship)

"I wish I could see you not only today but every day. Please stay by my side," Geto expressed lovingly.

The memory of Geto's heartwarming words lingered in your mind. It's so endearing, isn't it? How could he leave you with this feeling? Did he even try to find out or ask you after this?

You still remember that time. It was a nice morning during spring, and you both indulged in green tea and sakuramochi on the terrace. Talking about sakura and kakigori. You found yourself just nodding and smiling, unable to find the words to respond.

Perhaps... you're too shy to face him, or it was the shock of his unexpected confession, considering your interaction with him is always in a formal atmosphere.

His words were consistently warm, polite, and kind towards everyone, but sometimes they left you confused about whether they were sincere or merely of his inherent kindness.

But you knew too well; it's just a part of Geto's natural charm. Despite occasional rudeness towards non-jujutsu-shi, everyone adored him for his personality, a trait you've always loved in your deepest heart.

This time, Geto invited you to the planetarium. He expressed being in a good mood to take you out, releasing his desire to spend quality time together, and affirming that you're the only one who fits with him on this date.

Despite the comments from everyone that the date was so childish and corny, you eagerly accepted the invitation. You loved this idea.

He said he has always loved stars and planets since he was a little kid, and this kind of date would refresh his sweet childhood memory.

That morning, when he came out of his room, it was the first time you saw Geto dressed casually instead of in his priestly attire. You couldn't help but notice how effortlessly appealing he looked, hinting at his charm, his pretty face, and his warm eyes. Everything about him is indeed beautiful.

"Shall we?" he said, extending his hand. You felt the warmth and gentleness of his palm as you squeezed it, eliciting a chuckle from him.

His large palm brought a sense of protection and security as it touched your skin, making you happy. It was the first time you felt such intensity from touching Geto Suguru, sparking curiosity about whether he had done this with anyone else.

"Are you happy?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder.

"Of course, Geto-san. How could I say no to an invitation from someone like you? I'm grateful for your company."

He nodded and smiled, then paused. "So... would you mind if we did this again in the future? Perhaps... for something more romantic and intimate?"

You blushed. "Um..."

"Oh, sorry if I confused you. What I meant is," he leaned in closer, gently touching your hair, then traced your jawline with a smile.

"I understand if you don't see it as romantic, but, well, I'd like to ask if you want to meet my friend next week. She's a talented designer and has crafted some beautiful wedding dresses."

"What do you mean?"

He chuckled. "I was thinking of having you try on her wedding dress. I know she has one that would look stunning on you. I envision you wearing it, sitting by my side, like a good couple, because... I want to marry you."

Nanami Kento (Secret Admirer)

"Oh, flowers?"

Haibara teased, peeking over from his desk with a mischievous grin. It's been a month now since you started receiving these surprises. Adorned at your desk whenever you come to the office in the morning.

At first, it was just a card, but then the next week came flowers, followed by your favorite cake, coffee, and even a keychain featuring your beloved mascot. Yet, each gift arrives without a sender's name, leaving you intrigued.

You attempt to inquire with your coworkers, hoping to find alternatives and answers from them. Unfortunately, they seem unaware of the sender's identity, giving a hint that they can't help you with this.

"Aren't you happy that you have a secret admirer? I can see it in your eyes," Nanami says, his gaze fixed on the computer screen as his fingers dance across the keyboard.

"I'm just wondering why they're hiding all these gifts and remaining anonymous. I'm not a teenager anymore; this kind of thing only makes me anxious, you know."

He pauses briefly, shifting his attention from the computer to you, who is engrossed in checking documents at your desk.

"I wouldn't consider the sender creepy or anything, because whoever it is seems to have a deep understanding of me. Like, when I mentioned to Haibara-kun that I had a migraine, the next day I received migraine medicine."

Paused, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. "Or when I mentioned I wanted to eat chocolate truffles, the next day they appeared on my desk. None of this feels coincidental, I must admit."

You stroke your chin thoughtfully. "I suppose... I appreciate it when someone shows they care about me, but it'd mean even more if I knew who they were. You see, I've always been alone since I was a child, so when someone shows me their kindness, I'll love them sincerely."

"So, what are you going to do with this?" Nanami's voice was tinged with anxiety.

"Maybe I'll bake a cake or something for them as my gratitude. My grandma gave me a recipe for baking a cake, and she called it Cake For Someone Special."

You force a smile and gaze at him. "But, I'll probably say goodbye to them if I have met them, and... thank you?

Nanami's voice changed, sounding anxious. "Eh... why?"

You chuckled. "The manager transferred me to another office. It's a new office for what I know, and they needed a new staff."

After hearing this, a burning sensation stirred within Nanami. He attempted to quell it by conjuring thoughts in his mind. But a question flooded his thoughts: How could this happen to me? Should I reveal the truth? That I—

"Nanami-san..." You began taking on a mysterious tone. "You know... everyone has unique handwriting. Do you believe that each person's handwriting is unique?"

He frowned but remained silent.

"I've been observing all my coworkers and noticed that each of them has a different handwriting. Well, some share similarities, but there are still noticeable differences."

You glanced at him. "And your handwriting, Nanami-san, is truly remarkable. It seems to reflect your personality—kind, caring, and observant."

You continued, "Some believe that handwriting can reveal a person's personality. I don't claim to be an expert, but I've noticed similarities between your handwriting and our little anonymous. So, are you—"

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his words trailing into the air.

"Yes, I know it sounds ridiculous and weird. I was the one who sent you gifts, cards, and everything. I know I may sound creepy or cheesy, but... I just want to share my feelings with you. Sorry if I'm not gentle enough with all of this, but please... don't leave me. I'll send the gifts once again, with my name on them, as long as you remain by my side."

It felt a bit odd hearing Nanami speak those words in front of you at the office. Yet, deep down, there was a sense of joy upon hearing them. Something inside you is blooming like a flower. Beautiful.

You chuckled softly and whispered, "Who said I'm going to leave you? I simply mentioned that our manager might transfer me, but I'm not necessarily agreeing with it. So how about we grab lunch after this? And we can talk about this later, right, Nanami-san?"

Oh... Lord, how smoothly Haibara's plan was working on Nanami. It was quite satisfying...

"And, again, Nanami-san. I'll never leave you."

Fushiguro Megumi (cuteness)

He adores flowers. Everything about them always makes his heart float like a delicate feather. He can't recall exactly when his love for flowers began, but it's likely influenced by his sister.

As one of the florists in town, Megumi loves to visit you to admire the flowers and buy some for his sister.

It's quite uncommon to find a man with such a sweet appreciation for flowers. He explained that it stemmed from his sister's passion, and he loves cherishing and feeling happiness from them.

For you, it's delightful to connect with someone who shares similar interests, and you hold this bond with Megumi.

Megumi has also taken the time to learn Hanakotoba, and he happily shares his knowledge with anyone, including you.

Whenever he talks about flowers, you can see the kindness in his eyes and the warmth of his compassionate smile, sometimes leaving you feeling a bit bashful.

One day, when he visits you, there's an air of gloom and sadness surrounding him.

Though you're unsure of what has transpired, you detect a hint of sorrow in his demeanor.

He may be reluctant to divulge the details, or perhaps he's attempting to shield his sadness, but it's clear that he needs someone to confide in or share his sorrow.

"Are you alright? You seem rather down," you remark, your gaze drifting to the orchids nearby.

"I... I'm not sure if I am. It's just... you know, a little problem."

You couldn't help but chuckle at the fleeting glimpse of upset in his eyes. Still wondering how to cheer him up? Perhaps you could try a bouquet for free or a comforting cup of hot chocolate for your dear friend.

It's so rare to see him this gloomy; usually, he's always seen with a warm smile around you, signaling his comfort in your presence.

But this time... feels different.

"I can help you, Megumi-kun."

He is gazing at you, falling into stillness while brushing back his hair. "I want to give my friend a gift, but I don't know her favorite."

Oh... her?

So... it's because of a woman? What kind of woman is changing Megumi's mood all of a sudden?

There's nothing wrong with that, but why does it feel uneasy to you?

You halt your thoughts and shake your head, knowing it's best not to jump to conclusions.

You tease him and giggle to lighten the mood. "Oh, who is she? Your new girlfriend?"

A hint of blush renders his cheeks, and despite Megumi trying to hide his shyness, you can still see it. Oh... so cute. Cute.

"N-no, it's not quite like that. She's a good friend, someone truly special. She's always there for me, supporting me, showing me love, and I want to express my gratitude somehow."

Deep down... you're aware that his feelings for this woman go beyond friendship. It's evident in Megumi's eyes and the way he proudly talks about her.

"I see..."

Well, he may be in love.

"How about you give her gerberas?"

He frowned. "Why?"

"Well, red gerberas represent unconscious love or being fully immersed in love. It looks like your feelings for her are more than just friendship. But I'm sorry, Megumi-kun. I don't have gerberas."

He smiled softly and nodded. You felt content seeing Megumi's mood shift to warmth, gentleness, and softness, especially when you noticed the sparkle in his eyes when you mentioned gerberas.

"Why do I forget about that one? Thank you for reminding me."

The last thing you remember is that Megumi ran through the entrance, leaving you standing alone in the shop. A sigh escaped from your lips, and a strange emptiness enveloped you, wrapping you alone in the corner.

As you returned home from work, the moments of the day almost faded from your mind until you spotted Megumi standing in front of your apartment.

You have no idea how long he's been there. But it was a beautiful afternoon when the sun went down and was replaced by hues of twilight. All you can see is him grabbing something that looks like a bouquet from afar, but you aren't sure.

"Megumi-kun, what are you doing here?"

Now, as you gazed at him, he stood there, tenderly holding a bouquet in his hand.

"There's something I need to discuss about our relationship, something I need to confirm with you. It might seem trivial, but... I feel it's important to say," he began, his smile warm and genuine.

As he handed you the bouquet, you noticed a bouquet of gerberas nestled within, elegantly wrapped alongside a beautiful envelope. It's simply beautiful, just like him, Fushiguro Megumi. It was perhaps the most exquisite bouquet you'd ever laid eyes on.

Caught between reality and a daydream, you found yourself stuck by Megumi's smile. How could all of this be happening to you? Was it truly meant for you—the flower, the letter, his confession, everything?

"You're simply beautiful, and I love you," he whispered softly. "I want you to be with me."

Choso (First Kiss)

"The rain doesn't seem to be letting up. How are we going to get home?"

"I'm not sure, but stuck in the classroom isn't a good idea. I should hurry home, or my brothers will worry about me."

"Heh, you're such a good big brother."

Rain falling to the ground creates a calming atmosphere. The aroma of moist soil is in your nose. It always leaves a pleasant, romantic impression.

A peculiar feeling began to invade your mind, pleading for assistance in escaping these situations. It was dark and cold, and you hate them. All you could sense were raindrops, Choso's humming, and the ticking of the clock. It leaves a blue atmosphere for you, to be honest.

His eyes gazed at you with a smile on his lips. "Yeah, maybe we could use an umbrella, but I think you'd hate it if we used that ugly one."

You joking. "An umbrella? Well, maybe it would be nice if we used it. You know, it sounds... romantic."

A warm feeling began to invade your system as you said that. You weren't sure if he could notice or sense the tease, but your rosy cheeks gave it away.

"Oh, you want to try it?"

A smile waltzed across Choso's lips. He studied your face before nodding. His gaze, as warm as the sun, locked onto yours, desperately vying for your attention.

He sidled closer. "You know, just trying... it won't hurt you."

He shared his laughter with you, a symphony of joy that danced through the air.

He reached for his umbrella in his bag. "I'm not lying," he said. "I always brought an umbrella from home; so shall we?"

Your gaze swept over him, scanning what the umbrella looked like. Well, it doesn't seem bad, like he said earlier, despite how tiny it was. It could fit both of you. Choso is a tall man, but you're sure that the umbrella will fit both of you. And you think it will be good if you're close to him.

"What do you think?" His words hung in the air like a playful challenge. "Would you like to try it?"

You nodded in agreement and, without thinking. Now that your attention is drawn to the outside, the raindrop is still falling but not as heavy as before.

You can't seem to remember everything clearly; it all happened so fast. From what you recall, you're both already outside with Choso under the same umbrella. The atmosphere is cold and freezing. It's been a long time since you've shared an umbrella with someone, let alone been this close.

You try to calm yourself by closing your eyes, but in reality, you are unable to move an inch of your very fingers. It's so weird, to be honest.

"Are you okay?" Choso's voice brought you back to reality. You gazed at him and noticed that your face and his were close, almost touching his nose.

...at this rate, he'll be...

"N-no, I'm okay..."

"Come closer," he whispered. "I don't want you to get wet by the rain, or you'll be sick." He continued. "You don't want me to be closer?"

"No, it's not, Choso-kun. I just..."

He leaned in, closing the gap between you and him. Making your face even blushier than before. "You know Nobara says when you're this close with someone, you should kiss them. Do you want to try it too? Well, this is my first time kissing someone; I just want to try."

"Oh... Choso—"

But before you could respond to him, his lips had already met yours, sealing you with a warm and gentle kiss, leaving you breathless, vulnerable, and willing to surrender.

For someone who claims it was his first time, his kiss was actually good—not rushed or forced, just a tender and soft kiss from someone you love dearly.

He whispered between the kisses. "Promise me you'll stay like this..."

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signanothername · 4 months ago

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do you have any fic recs bout killer or nightmare??

Tbh Anon i’m the wrong person to ask cause I can be extremely picky with fics and if anything, I’m the one in desperate need for good fic recommendations hdhdhd

So like I don’t have many recs myself, but imma share some I love/loved reading

Killer fics 👇

Calling into hell - ongoing, a really fun read, Nightmare gang centric from Killer’s POV, the absolute dread and psychological horror in it are wonderful

Broken tool - oneshot, Killer and Nightmare centric, very angsty as it follows canon in terms of their relationship, warning for animal cruelty

Backyard nights - oneshot, Color spectrum duo centric, hurt/ comfort and fluff, really chill fic that’ll warm your heart <3333

I’ve become so numb - oneshot, hurt/no comfort and very angsty as it explores the abuse Killer goes through and Killer’s perception of it, a bad/sad ending

The Same Smile - oneshot, Killer and Nightmare centric, explores Nightmare and Killer’s first meeting

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Nightmare fics 👇

I don’t need you anymore - oneshot, Apple twins centric but from Nightmare’s POV, very angsty and hurt/ no comfort, I really love Nightmare characterization in this, it also explores the idea that the twins’ lives are linked where if one of them dies the other does too, interesting concept that I don’t see explored often, really adds to this fic imo

The root of the matter - oneshot, Apple twins centric, hurt/comfort and fluff, explores the idea of the twins actually talking about their problems, has the interpretation of Nightmare actually trying to keep the balance (which is always nice to see), really sweet and heartwarming

In a Minor Study of Evil: The Necessary - oneshot, Nightmare gang centric from Nightmare’s POV, an interesting character/character relationships study, uses metaphors a lot, a nice quick mindless read for when you want something that’s fun to pass the time, explores a more merciful/kind Nightmare while still staying true to his character

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And here are some fics, that I honestly haven’t read yet, but I have on my “to be read” list, just thought since I’m already sharing fics I might as well share what i plan on reading anyway, and cause I haven’t read them yet, I can’t really provide my thoughts, so take them as surprise fics zhxhhxbxhz

Cracks in our memories

One Hand Offered

Wheels of misfortune, Tiny menace, tiny steps forward, you’ll be fine, now - all by @/mikimakiboo

#anothers ask #nightmare sans #killer sans #UT fic recs

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kiwiikato · 24 days ago

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mommy’s here // kenji sato x reader

Chapter Twelve

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note! AT BOTTOM!!

a giant aircraft flew through the air, the tail of the vehicle turning around as stands came out, creating a soft landing. a vertical door came down, showing the five of you together, like a family.

you walked in the middle, between professor sato and kenji, your hand in the tanned males arm as he gently guided you down the slanted walkway. you smiled at kenji quickly, turning to listen to his dad as he spoke.

"i thought it would be good for all of us to get out of the house." he soft voice spoke as you both trailed behind him, the view capturing your eyes. it was gorgeous to say. a soft golden hue hugged the grassy mountains, their trees casting shadows that made the view almost look unrealistic. it was like staring at a painting, only this time, it was all in front of you.

you couldn't help but gasp seeing the giant body of water glimmer under the soft rays of light. the sight would never bore you, no matter how many times you've seen it. "it's exactly the same" ken said in awe, feeling equally as captivated. you turned around to hear emi's chitters of excitement as she stared at the life around her.

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a traditional shoji door slid to the side as professor sato let you in. "haven't been in a few weeks" he grunted as he pushed the sliding door open. you smiled at him, helping him open it how you usually would. it was a sad thought but he was getting older and sadly weaker, so you tried to help him as much as you could when you both worked together.

"thank you y/n." he said smiling, to which you nodded with a smile as you flickered the lights to the room on. kenji walked in, his eyes filled with awe stepping into the all familiar room. "so many great memories here." the words left his mouth as a breathy whisper, letting nostalgia course his veins.

"i repurposed it into a bit of a lab after you moved away." professor sato spoke up, walking slowly to the map that hung on the wall. you quickly rushed to him, placing your arm around his waist to help. he smiled at you, turning back around to walk to the map with you.

kenji stared at the map on the wall, his fingers grazing the post-it notes that stuck on it. pins and threads of red yarn stuck on the map, with photos of his mother hanging around. "you know your mom, she could never sit still." he said, an audible sound of love lacing his words.

the tanned male turned to his dad, "you did search for her." he couldn't believe it. he had grown to believe that his father stopped looking for her after she disappeared. that just maybe, just maybe, his dad actually gave up on her. his heart ached slightly, remembering how he yelled at his dad when they first saw each other.

he was so stupid. he felt stupid. how could he accuse his own father of giving up on his mother? on his wife! the literal love of his life!

he snapped himself out of his thoughts, taking in the sad look in his dads eye. "yes... god, i miss her. her heart, her passion for life, she showed me what it means to be human." his voice cracked. god he really did miss her. what could he do not knowing where she was. he turned to the side, facing the map with you helping his stability.

his hand reached out for her photo. she looked so happy. one could mistake her for an angel. and that's what she was. to him at least, that was his angel. he very reason for life. he felt your hand lightly squeeze his shoulder in reassurance, to which he squeezed back with his own. he was thankful he wasn't alone all those years kenji was abroad.

"i-im so sorry, dad." kenji leaning dad and placing his hand on his dads other shoulder. you smiled seeing professor sato take his hand back and place it on his sons. they had gradually begun to get closer over the duration of taking care of baby emi. it was heartwarming.

you slowly walked out of the room, letting the two of them reconnect. it had been a while since they both had time for one another, to be father and son. not instructor and student.

you feet lightly tapped as they walked towards the kaiju, watching as she hopped around in excitement. mina flew around her, making her play almost a game of chase. "mind if i join you both?" you ask, making emi run to you. "hi emi, how's my baby doing? are you enjoying yourself?" you ask her as she rests her head on your small palm.

you couldn't help but laugh at the size difference between you. mina floated down to you. "we can play a game of catch, it appears to be emi's favorite." at the sound of catch, emi opened her eyes as she ran to the empty patch of grass up ahead.

"a game of catch sounds amazing!" you say, you walk over the small bag of baseball equipment that kenji brought for moments like this. picking up the ball, a regular sized bat, a glove, and even dragging emi's bat over, you handed the items amongst the three of you.

mina took the glove in her mechanical arm as you passed emi her giant bat. you kept the baseball in your hand, deciding that you'd be the one to pitch it to emi, with mina behind to catch the ball if the adorable kaiju were to miss.

you all took your positions, emi's tail slightly wagging from excitement. you couldn't help to giggle as you launched the ball over to emi, now waiting to see if it was a hit or strike.

emi missed the ball by a smidge, making her slightly sulk as mina caught the ball in her glove. you called out to her. "it's okay baby! just try it again, you got this! show mommy how much of a good player you are, just like daddy!"

she cheered up, lifting up the bat as mina threw the ball at you. you caught the ball, holding it in the palms of your two hands. "ready?" you asked emi as she chirped back in confirmation.

"here it goes!" you yelled out as you launched the ball towards her. it almost felt like slow motion when you watched desperately, nervous to see if she'd hit it this time. a loud smack was heard as emi's bat smacked against the white ball. the ball flew towards you, making you yelp as you jumped away to avoid getting hit.

almost as luck was on your side, an arm circled around your waist, preventing you from falling to the side as their other hand caught the fast paced ball in their grip. you looked up to see that kenji had been the one to catch you, making you sigh in relief.

"you okay y/n?" he asked with worry in his eyes when he saw how fast the ball was flying to you. she was lucky to have had him come out of the room with his dad at the sound of a clang coming from emi's baseball bat.

"yeah!" you slightly yelped out in shock. he chuckled, glad to see that you were okay, although even with a bruise of mark on your face, he'd still find you beautiful in his eyes. "atta girl. here let me help you."

kenji smiled as he pulled you more upright so you could stand on your own. you stood straight, your ankle suddenly aching from applying pressure. it wasn't bad, but it wasn't comfortable and you'd knew it would get in the way of you being able to play.

you slightly winced but kenji had caught on to the slight stumble you had as you tried walking it off. "nope nope, not on my watch, come on." you almost yelled when you felt your body lift off the ground, but saw that it was only kenji.

he turned towards his dad, "dad! i'm gonna treat y/n, we'll be back in a bit." his dad nodded as he turned to watch mina and emi play. you couldn't help but grumble in annoyance at having to leave the game, you knew you'd have to make it up to emi soon.

kenji made his way up to the aircraft you all had came in. he walked with ease up the ramp, surprising you with how easily he had carried you. his eyes linked with yours, giving you a small smile as his footsteps tapped at the metal flooring.

it wasn't long till he found a restroom, softly setting you down on the toilet seat so you wouldn't apply pressure to your foot while standing. kenji bent down to the cabinet in the restroom, pulling out a first aid kit. "here it is." he mumbled to himself as he pulled out a roll of bandages and ointment.

he turned towards you, rolling up the bottom of your jeans to see a cut on your leg. he winced seeing the redness and the slight blood that pooled from it but quickly grabbed a rag and wet it. using the wet rag, he wiped away lightly at the cut to clean it up.

you sighed at the feeling of the wet rag, bringing some comfort to the area. you watched as he twisted the bottle of ointment open, applying some on the tip of his finger. he softly rubbed the ointment onto the wound, making you smile.

"you remembered." you said looking down at him. he smiled up at you. "yeah i did, i had to remember if i wanted to help you properly with your wounds the way you helped me with mine that one time." he said as he began to wrap at your ankle with the bandages he took out, making it tight but with not too much pressure.

"thank you kenji." you say smiling getting ready to get up. "of course, anything for my girl." you couldn't help but feel your face heat up, a noticeable blush on your face for him to see. he chuckled seeing you red, making you even more nervous. 'curse how good his laughs sounds'.

you nervously looked around, trying to avoid becoming even more flustered cause of the man in front of you. kenji looked back at you seeing you looking the other way, he couldn't help but smile at how you avoided him.

how badly he wanted to kiss you. it had been a little while since he did. the both of you had been busy with his dad around and trying to train emi, it felt like moments of privacy hadn't happened in a while for the two of you.

before he knew it, he was in front of you, the palms of his hands turning your face look at him. your face was red as your eyes slightly widened at him suddenly appearing in front of you. his fingers delicately tracing at the outlines of your cheeks, pressing each mark.

"hi," you awkwardly said, mentally facepalming at your words. 'hi?? seriously??'. kenji smiled still, snapping you out of your words. "i've missed you." you heart melted, he was always so sweet with his words, it was easy to become flustered.

"i've missed you too. i'm right here." you said reaching up to hold onto his hand that held your face. "i know, but i've missed this, having privacy with you. i feel like we barely have enough time with one another, just me and you." he softly says, you smile now knowing that you weren't the only one feeling that way.

"i've missed that too. i love all the time with emi and your dad, but i miss those times we had just for ourselves, but it's okay, cause we'll find time when we come back." you say smiling at him softly.

he was silent for a second, his eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes. you couldn't help but blush feeling his stare. "i want to kiss you so bad." he suddenly blurted out. his tan skin held red on his cheeks, making you smile at how shy and bold he was. you were the same way either way.

"i never said you couldn't." you whispered back making his eyes widen. it didn't take long till you felt his lips slam against yours, his hands pulling you closer by your neck to instantly deepen the kiss. he was desperate. it was obvious as day that he had missed the feeling of your lips on his. but gosh did you feel the same.

your hands found his hair, messing up his neatly brushed locks. kenji moved more forward, kneeling on his knees to reach your height as you bent down as close as you could to him.

the kiss was needy, like an animal that hadn't eaten in weeks. he was craving more even while he still kissed you. kenji pulled away, catching you off guard as his lips found your neck, playing soft kisses to every inch of it. a gasp escaped your mouth as you felt him bite down, his tongue licking at the indent right after making you shiver.

kenji suddenly separated from your neck, standing up off the floor. you stared up at him, watching what he was going to do. strong, firm hands grabbed you as he threw you over his shoulder, causing you to shriek slightly as the sudden movement.

"k-kenji?!" you yelled out, confused. he was silent, opening the door from the restroom as he moved quick through the hallways. his hand found your ass, grabbing a handful with a squish as you turned red from his sudden boldness. 'oh god what did i get myself into'.

it wasn't long till he stood in front of a door and opened it. he walked it throwing you on the bed, being gentle to not hurt your injured ankle. you gasped when he followed in trail, crawling over you.

like a fly in a web, he hunched over you like a spider about to eat their prey. "can i? please." was the only thing that left his mouth as he stared down at you. you could only nod as kenji's lips found the crevice of your neck. his tongue trailed down, slightly sucking like he was trying to find something.

and he found it. a soft moan left your lips as you closed your eyes in shock at the sensitivity of your sweet spot. he couldn't help but smile at the sweet sounds of pleasure you made, it made him excited.

he quickly captured your lips in his, his hand running down the side of your torso, gripping at your waist to keep you under him. your hands attacked his disheveled hair, hearing him groan from small pulls at his locks.

kenji rose up, pulling you up with him as he flipped the two of you in bed. he now laid down with you hovering over him. grabbing you by his neck, he pulled you down to him, giving animalistic licks at the side of your neck, only to nibble at the lobe of your ear slightly.

kenji's hands found your ass, his thumbs kneading at your skin through your shorts. "kenji? what about your dad?" you asked nervously, worried about taking a long time. "oh god, i forgot about them." he instantly sat up, you still in his lap. "i hope you don't mind, next time?" he asks making you laugh.

"next time then." you say smiling. kenji gives you a quick kiss on your lips, now helping you get up off the bed carefully so you don't fall. the both of you walking back, slightly embarrassed for taking a little while longer than planned.

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note! GUYS IM SORRY - im not trying to tease you all or anything, or uh c***block you all but i'm just so hesitant to write more steamy scenes. trust me i am not innocent at all, i just worry about younger readers seeing that and ruining themselves.

before anyone starts saying they're not pure at all at a really young age - some of you guys are still minors. it's my responsibility as the adult here to look out for you all. besides i feel like a scene here is just too out of nowhere, not enough privacy or the chance to throw this into the story line without messing it up a bit.

now how do you all feel about me just giving you guys some 'action' more later on? as a separate chapter, it's tied to the story BUT it's barely mentioned at all so it could be separated for those who don't really like this type of content?

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nerdasaurus1200 · 1 month ago

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The hug scene is just too good to not ramble about so let’s get into it

So naturally we’re thrown right into Jinx’s POV here. We start with complete darkness, with the only source of light flickering on and off, her one source of comfort and safety. Just like her, we have NO idea what happened at first. Whether Vander is okay, whether Vi is okay. You can see in her face, Jinx is so alert. And this is so different than usual because in season 1 whenever she was alert like this she still had a very blank look. She was still always kinda teetering on the verge of an episode, the lights were on but no one is home. And here she is FULLY in her mind, fully in the situation, and the poor girl is terrified. Because did she Jinx it again?

She doesn’t know

All she can do is hold Isha close in the darkness and listen as she slowly steps closer to the eerie green light of Vander’s mechanics…

To find by some miracle of the fates, both her dad and her sister are okay. More than okay, they’re reunited. Jinx made Vi understand.

I can’t even begin to fathom the utter relief Vi must feel in this moment. Knowing that despite it all, despite watching him die, her dad is alive. He’s okay, he’s here. And after the few years she’s had this hug is exactly what she needs. She need that moment to let go, and just be in her old man’s arms again and finally stop being a fighter. And it’s just so heartwarming, the way Vander still just cradles her head and holds her so gently and dwarfs her despite being an adult now. No matter how old Vi gets, she’s never gonna fully outgrow Vander. She will never stop needing her dad.

But something’s still missing…

“What are you waiting for? He’s your dad too…”

I’m certain Vander’s thinking the same thing here cause even before Vi addressed Jinx you could see those poor sad eyes looking her way. They both still acknowledge Jinx as their family no matter what, this hug wouldn’t be complete without her.

And you can see this just shatters any walls Jinx had left. All she can do is break down crying, that’s the only way she can let out all the pain and joy and utter relief she feels in this moment. Cause that line is just so meaningful, with those four words, Vi says so much. Naturally it’s a callback to Jinx saying it earlier but Vi saying it back…that’s her saying “You’re still my sister.” That’s her saying “I forgive you.” That’s her saying “You’re safe, it’s okay to move on from the accident.”

And Jinx knows that and you can see it in her eyes, she’s silently asking “Really? You really mean it?”. And that soft look in Vi’s eyes only solidifies that yes, she absolutely means it with every fiber of her being.

So of course Jinx does the only thing she has left to do. She and rushes to join the group hug. She leaves her own light and gets drawn in to her dad’s, leaving behind her own source of comfort and accepting another. She’s finally allowing herself to open up and trust other people again, to seek other sources of comfort. And look at the way Vi instantly holds her, her arm is around Jinx almost as soon as she’s within reach.

And honestly the theme of not being able to outgrow Vander applies just as much to Jinx cause she’s arguably smaller than Vi in some ways and he dwarfs her just as much. And the way Jinx holds onto Vander’s finger, something about that totally reminds me of like…that moment dads have when their newborn baby holds their hand for the first time.

The look on Vander’s face here too is just chilling in the best way, the way his eyes harden just a little. He may not be all the way there thanks to Singed, but he’s there enough to to that his little girls are there with him. They’re okay, they’re alive, they both made it out. And NOTHING is gonna hurt them again, not so long as he draws breath.

And I couldn’t fit it here cause I hit the screenshot limit but the fact that Isha joins too and none of them even prompt her to. Because this is her family now too. The family’s not only complete but enhanced now. They’ve restored what was left of the family and even added to it with new family members.

And the song is just perfect, the constant “What have they done to us” playing in the background. The world has done so much, too much to everyone in this family. They’ve all been starved, beaten, and destroyed emotionally and physically. They’ve grown distorted, they’re no longer the people they once were. I like to think that the chorus is kinda reflecting what all four of them are thinking, they’re all just thinking “what has the world done to us?”

But despite it all, they’re still alive. They’re still here, and NOTHING is gonna tear them apart again, not even Noxians.

(Let me hope XD)

#arcane #arcane season 2 #arcane spoilers #lol #league of legends #nerd talks #analysis #vander #warwick #jinx #isha #vi

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jweekgoji · 2 months ago

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I love your platonic hcs with five!! Can you make more please?:33

Yandere!Five/Reader [platonic/hcs]

tw: very soft yan!dad!five, reader described as child here, mentions of Five/Dolores romantic relationship, brief mentions of Five's past trauma, hints on eating disorders, overprotective behavior word count: ~900. a/n: Thank you for your request, Anon. It was good to write something about my old interest after quite a break. I made this is mostly based on information I had read months ago from some book. Tiny sequel for this.

Kinda sad that tua fics aren't as popular as before and slowly dying.

Let's ignore the ending and other moments we shouldn't talk and pretend like...everything ended well for the Hargreeves family! All the siblings mostly live separately from each other, but they still care for one another and meet on birthdays and other holidays.

Five meets a young, pretty lady during one of his undercover missions, and after that «love at first sight» trope, their relationship grows strong, leading to Five finally abandoning his job as an agent (honestly, good for him).

I really like the idea of Five having a quiet, peaceful life somewhere far away with his family. His wife is a popular fashion model and earns enough money for the family, while Five is the one who stays at the house, keeping you safe and raising the way he wished he was.

Five is scared to repeat the past mistakes his family members made; that's why I see him being extra overprotective with you. He wants to give you everything he never had in his childhood, and it often leads to you growing into some spoiled brat.

I can see him pausing for a moment and having that «wait...WHAT?» look when you reply with a sassy remark, and that's the moment he sees that you're basically becoming the tiny version of his young self. Part of him is proud, he knows that you will be able to stand up for yourself in the future, but the other part...he's not really happy to deal with someone who uses his own methods against him, as we can tell from the show (points at the other versions of Five).

Five is that parent who wakes up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for you. He has a sweet tooth, but he avoids giving you too much sugar, like I mentioned before. By the moment you wake up, you see a plate of eggs and bacon carefully formed into a smiley face with a glass of juice next to it.

I see Five spending a lot of time reading about parenting. He is well-educated enough in many fields, but it's just something he likes to do when he is free from house chores. Sitting in the chair with glasses on and a warm blanket laid on his lap, it's a heartwarming sight. Dolores will return from work later this day, only to see her husband having a nap in their little library and their child eeping next to him.

Five is especially careful with the food he prepares for you. After decades of loneliness in the apocalypse, he had few food choices. Every day felt like a constant survival, and the idea of you experiencing the same at such a young age terrifies him. He unconsciously gives you a little too much food, constantly asking “you need more?” just to make sure you're well-fed. Five might pay less attention to himself, but you're getting the best meal ever.

Five gives me the idea of that dad who will hold you close next to him 24/7. Yandere Five just can't bear the idea of you being somewhere away from home for more than an hour. There's a deep conflict in his heart, and his wife always tells him that it's fine. You're growing up, it's natural for you to try and separate from your parents, but this bothers him to insanity.

There's no more apocalypse, no more The Commission; the world is quiet now; there's no need for him to worry about. He never argues with you about it, the moment you leave your home to meet with a friend, your phone will cry from constant messages like “are you okay?”, “where are you now?”, “when will you go back?”. He needs to know it in case, well...just something happens, he's responsible adult, after all.

For most parents, Five seems like the ideal father figure, but he gets a little overbearing sometimes. When you snap at him, giving something like “just leave me alone!”, he would get quiet immediately. It is a significant difference between him now and in the past.

Usually he never lets people to dismiss him like that, he would have dragged you back and lectured you about disrespecting him, but now he's just sad. He will let you cool down, just to think what he has done wrong.

Five loves spending time with you, mainly because he never had the chance to spend some time with his own family. There were missions, there were trainings, there were constant fighting, etc., and after his retirement he plans to give his full attention to you. He knows a lot, from how to solve some difficult equations under 15 minutes to how to kill a person with a pencil, but it's not the same when the person whom you trust the most teacher you everything.

Reginald never bothered to spend a simple father and son moments, how to be a man and deal with various situations in his life, that's why he wants to teach you of something simple. He knows it's not as impressive, but it's quality time that matters.

#yandere x reader #yandere tua #tua x reader #yandere five hargreeves #five hargreeves #tw yandere #platonic yandere #five hargreeves x reader #number five x reader #the umbrella academy x reader

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jessconsumesmedia · 21 days ago

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Finally have the time and energy to have a long rambly spiel about new ghosts episode (might go back and just talk about my thoughts on the rest of season four but for right now y’all are getting thoughts on 4x06!

Spoilers and a lot of rambling below the cut :)

OKAY this episode genuinely got me. I am a huge Trevor softie and an even bigger H-money enjoyer. So when I get crumbs let me tell you I will run with them. I also just enjoyed all of this episode. The A plot with Issac being a slut for sandwiches. (Which he technically said he didn’t like them but who writes that much about something they hate?) The B plot with darling Trevor being a little wet puppy. (also me too) And the secret C plot which was just the minuscule h$ moments. (delusion)

The two real plots were genuinely silly and lovely and heartbreaking and heartwarming all at the same time.

I will actually talk about them for real now

A Plot - Issac’s Journal

I do genuinely like the bit that it was literally just his sandwich journal and then the whole vampire thing. It’s just funny plain and simple. That being said I do get why some people were kinda iffy on the idea of Issac’s biography being turned into a vampire novel. Depending on how the season continues it could turn into a dumb joke. But l really like the whole vampirism is the counterpart to him being very gay. Like not only is it a 21 minute long episode there is only so much you can do on network television but it actually leaves a lot open possibility wise. It being just another biography may not have been a huge selling point. (I do not know the actual logistics but I don’t know a lot of people who just pick up books on founding fathers so) Vampire books however, that is a selling point, and then you bring in that it is Issac’s story, that is interesting! (Even to me and I am not a fan of vampire stuff) Plus I saw something that said that it could say inspired by his real story and people love a little digging when it doesn’t feel like a history lesson. But Idk how I feel about this whole plot lands on the fact that I think it was really silly and also it opens good doors.

B Plot - Escarghost/Shelly

I endlessly love this story. Like genuinely it tugs in my heartstrings wayyy too hard. Like you’re telling me this darling little morally ambiguous snail shows up (no telling how long he’s been slowly putting around) and becomes a pet for our beloved ghosts. And Trevor acts like he hates pets until poor Thor gets berated and he feels the need to confess that he actually loves pets and then he gets attached and he tells Alberta and Hetty that he feels guilty that he never came home to his dog (i will cry just thinking about it) and then they comfort him and then the snail gets sucked off because all he needed was for someone to call him a good boy like I will go be sad about my pets now thanks. Like that is just a summary basically but it is all I can say about the little guys.

Hetty side-eying Flower for being Flower

And finally

H- Money

I am firmly in the boat that says they are learning the whole friend thing before they can get back into the actual relationship thing. Like they both don’t actually know how relationships work so they need a bit to like actually get a grip. Plus they are both still kinda full of themselves in their own respective ways. Trevor is much quicker on the uptake but it would stand to reason that he would fall first and then somehow manage to get a hold of his feelings and Hetty just be like way over there sitting on a washing machine. They could be slow going. BUTTT Those two are consistently doing things that is like Domestic but only in a Trevor and Hetty way. And what I mean but that is like they have that comfort around each other that they seemed to have at the very beginning of the series but now it is heightened or at least played into (we all know Rebecca and Asher are the biggest h$ supporters) and it is very specific and well done. I saw something not to long ago that I thought was cool and it was like they are kinda like the Monica and Chandler but ghosts. And that spoke to me because not only is Friends my forever love it also is just pretty similar. Like in Friends Monica and Chandler are so domestic immediately in the show like first season they say they’ll get married if they don’t meet anyone else and they are both a bit emotionally stilted much like h$ so idk but I like that dynamic they have. I so digress but they mean so much to me those silly guys who don’t understand how feelings work.

(I reference multiple other posts and random tweets I am so sorry I have literally no clue who said what)

And I’ll end with yes Jay is a wife guy I’ve been saying that for months and now Pete is speaking Jay’s truth and his former? truth (boo carol with love and contempt)

-Jess💖

#cbs ghosts #ghosts #trevor lefkowitz #ghosts cbs #hetty woodstone #pete martino #issac higgintoot #sam arondekar #jay arondekar #thorfinn #flower montero #escarghost moment #is rip the right thing to say to an already dead snail that finally gets to leave the mortal plane

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hammysamhah · 11 months ago

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hello peoples i’m about to sound real crazy right now but hear me out cus i’ve been thinking this for awhile now while binge watching TBGO and Trollstopia and i need to know your thoughts!! and buckle up folks cus this is gonna be a LONG post

so okay basically, i think that in the shows Guy Diamond has some sort of generational trauma/ daddy issues/ faced parental neglect or however else it can be phrased.

this theory is only show specific and i don’t know if i sound crazy for thinking this AND i know i’ve made a post similarly about this except with Dareth from Ninjago but i actually have some real evidence this time to back up this theory/headcanon

look, this theory started off as kind of a joke at first after watching TBGO episode: “Trolly Tales 3” where Guy is seen telling a bunch of children a story based off of the nursery rhyme about jumping over a candlestick.

the story is seen with Guy as the main character, wanting to pursue a life of entertainment involving jumping over candlesticks. Sky Toronto, whom is Guy’s dad in this story, doesn’t agree with this lifestyle and insists he starts thinking more seriously and be part of the company. Guy rebels and pursues his dream anyway, but in the end it fails after the candlestick drops Guy and becomes a solo act. Guy, now at his lowest, goes back to his dad’s and tells him he’s ready to be serious. Sky responds to the statement that he has seen Guy’s shows and that he doesn’t want Guy calling him dad anymore, but to instead call him his #1 fan. it was a small but sweet twist there at the end where the dad accepts the son in the end.

now i didn’t really give much thought to the story until i saw the way Guy reacted when the kids didn’t like it. now i’ll make it very aware that i very much know Guy is just super dramatic (they even acknowledged that in the scene i’m mentioning rn), BUT as someone who loves to overanalyze cartoon characters and expressions, he kind of looked genuinely hurt. he was also fairly offended when poppy said his story was too dramatic.

mentioning again that i know Guy is just a drama queen but i like to overanalyze stuff like this

now after i noticed these details, i jokingly remarked that it seemed like Guy took the dislike of his story personally, as if that was a semi-true story. like as if something like that did happen to Guy when he was younger and he twisted the story to fit the nursery rhyme. i don’t think that Sky Toronto is his actual dad, there’s too much proof that shows they don’t have any personal connection like that. but i do think that whoever his dad really was did push him the same way Sky did in the story. and that maybe Guy twisted the ending to be happy when in reality it probably didn’t have his dad accepting him and loving him for who he was.

now everything i have been talking about is all just speculation. there’s no real proof that this story isn’t anything more than just a story. BUT!!! by overanalyzing it is what made me realize that Guy being neglected in some way by his dad (or mom if he has one) would make some sense considering his personality.

Guy is very reliant on being the center of attention, he doesn’t like the idea of anyone being better than him and just has some confidence issues in general (at least in TBGO). there are many episodes centering around this. this is even stated in Guy Damond’s wiki.

now, attention seeking is a very common occurrence in people that were neglected as a child. his attention seeking and huge ego are both things that show signs of trauma or neglect as seen below

this is just a slice of what i have in store though because i think that this ties into the way he parents Tiny Diamond in Trollstopia.

Guy and Tiny have a few episodes centered around their relationship, they’re all pretty heartwarming and a little sad (while also being funny because the show’s a comedy). these episodes have a pretty similar moral which is “i’ll love you no matter what” and i feel like there’s a reason they all pretty much have this moral and it’s to show how Guy is growing as a character and parent.

let me just summarize these episodes i am thinking of realll quick for ya

Extra Tootering (s1 ep 12a): Tiny wants to learn how to glitter fart like his dad to impress his friends, Guy tries to teach him how but it doesn’t work. time comes where Tiny is meant to show his friends his trick and ended up faking it so no one could know he couldn’t do it. feeling guilty for his lie, he runs away and Guy finds him and tells him that whether he can glitter or not he and his friends will still love him the way he is.

Dad-urday (s2 ep 1b): Tiny thinks of his dad as his hero and Guy doesn’t wanna do ANYTHING that could ever break that image, so Guy participates in Dad-urday events that he hates just to make Tiny happy, only in the end to find out that Tiny will always view Guy as his hero even if he can’t do all the typical dad things that others can do.

Funder Construction (s7 ep 5a): Guy tells Tiny about how their family has a legacy of building extraordinaryly cool blanket forts and unintentionally pressured Tiny into feeling that he needs to make his own super impressive fort or else he won’t be considered a Diamond, Guy immediately comforted and reassured Tiny that no matter what he accomplishes in life he’ll always be a Diamond because he’s his son and that he’ll love him no matter what.

now let me break down these episodes a bit more to show you how i think it could prove Guy has parental trauma and how it plays into how he parents now.

for Extra Tootering, there’s this specific scene that spoke to me. when Tiny tells his dad that he wants to learn how to glitter like him, Guy tells him that he was also a late tooter and that Tiny should be patient, as it comes with time. but then Tiny starts saying that he’ll just hide his true self away until then. when Guy heard his son say those things, he was tearing up and even freaked out a little literally shouting a dramatic “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” and he immediately decided that he was going to help his son learn to glitter fart despite his earlier statement that Tiny should be patient.

now i know the topic being about farting glitter makes this feel so unserious but that isn’t gonna stop me from overanalyzing it LOL

the main thing i noticed was how upset that Guy was when Tiny started talking about hiding himself from the world. Tiny was wanting to hide himself because he couldn’t glitter like Guy could. Guy didn’t wanna be the cause of his son hiding himself!! any parent would be upset in this situation. but if i consider my past point of that story Guy told back in TBGO, where the dad didn’t want his son to be himself, being a real thing that Guy could’ve gone through, Tiny wanting to hide himself could very much upset Guy!! not just for the basic reasons of wanting your child to be happy but also because he doesn’t want Tiny to go through what he went through.

later on when Guy finally finds his runaway son, this interaction plays out:

(direct quotes from the ep)

Guy: “don’t you see? i love you just the way you are! we all do!”

Tiny: “but you’re my daddy, daddy! you have to say that.”

Guy: “…you’re right, Tiny. i guess because i’m your father, in a way, i do have to say it.”

and the way Guy said that last sentence just felt interesting to me. the pause before he said it, and using the words “i guess” made it feel like he never really got that treatment from his own father ? ofc i could just be grasping at straws there a lil bit but it’s what i’m thinking.

now by the end of the episode Tiny has learned how to glitter and used it to save himself, his dad, and friends from falling to death lol— but what Guy says to Tiny afterwards was very sweet.

(direct quote from ep)

Guy: “TINYYYYY! HAHA! you did it! YOOOOU did it!!! for the record, i’d still love you if you couldn’t, but i’m glad to not be dead.”

i just like how Guy specified that he still would’ve loved Tiny either way. this doesn’t directly lead any points to my theory other than maybe Guy feels the need to make sure Tiny absolutely knows that he’ll love him no matter what. but any parent should feel that way about their child. i just really thought the moment was sweet and worth a mention.

now onto the next episode, Dad-urday, and let me tell you this episode probably spoke to me the MOST when it came to defending my theory.

for the entire episode Guy was stressing over disappointing his son. Tiny thinks of Guy as his hero, and Guy doesn’t want to do anything that could ever shatter that thought and make Tiny think less of him. so he and Tiny participate in a thing called Dad-urday, where all the dads in Trollstopia do a bunch of stereotypical dad things (like grill, play catch, fish, stuff like that). but Guy isn’t good at those things, so he goes to his friends for help and this interaction pursues.

(direct quotes from ep)

Synth: “Tiny’s gonna love dad-urday! he thinks the world of you and what-not!”

Guy: “exactly! Tiny thinks i can do anything! but tomorrow he’ll realize i can’t, and i just don’t want my little boy to lose his hero…”

Guy is seen here putting so much pressure on himself for no reason! he should know that Tiny would love him despite his lack of ‘dad’ skills, but he’s convinced himself that if he isn’t perfect and amazing at everything then his son will think less of him. this is totally rooted in Guy’s confidence issues and probable parental neglect i think.

so Guy forces himself to do typical Dad-urday things (with the help of his friends) to make sure not to disappoint his son. but things go wrong when Guy has to participate in a boating event to which he gets into a dangerous position. at this point Guy’s friends finally told Tiny the truth and Tiny immediately just wants his dad to get out of the danger he’s in leading to this interaction

(direct quotes from the ep)

Tiny: “daddy! your daddy friends already told me everything! you gotta get out of there!”

Guy: “b-but— this isn’t how i wanted this to go, Tiny! you’re my little boy! and i want you to keep on believing i can do anything! so you don’t lose your hero!”

the way that Guy sounded so panicked and upset in this scene really hurt. to me it feels like Guy is desperate to not end up being a bad dad, he wants to be someone his son can look up to and to be the first person he goes to if there’s a problem. i really think this shows that Guy never had a good role model himself, as he doesn’t understand that he doesn’t need to do all the things he’s making himself do in order to achieve this goal.

this mindset even had Guy forget that Tiny already knew he’s not perfect, as Tiny pointed out he already knew he’s not capable of everything and specified about when Guy tried to build his bike and failed, which made Guy finally remember. Tiny then proceeded to list a bunch of other things about his dad that aren’t the most charming, like his bald spot, or his fake calves lmao

anyways the next bit of dialogue here seems pretty meaningful

(direct quotes)

Tiny: “there’s only one reason you’re my hero, daddy…. *BECAUSE* you’re my daddy!”

Guy (tearfully): “…really?”

the fact Guy was crying in this scene just showed how touched he felt that he didn’t actually have to be perfect to be a good dad. and that he already was one. the mere fact that being his dad made Tiny think of him as his hero definitely made him realize he was doing a good job. he needed to hear that after all the pressure he put on himself earlier.

now onto Funder Construction, which is a pretty big one too cus they actually talk about their family in this episode!

this could potentially put a little dent into my theory since Guy is the one who talks about them and he didn’t seem like someone who didn’t like his family. but i might just put it as he didn’t wanna have his child worry about it. i mean Guy is an actor in the show, it wouldn’t be too crazy for him to ignore his feelings for a minute and talk a little kindly about their family’s legacy to inspire Tiny, because Guy did play a fair part in it after all.

now to put it simply this episode hurt my heart so bad 😭 Guy’s parenting in this episode is so good it hurt. Tiny found an interest in making blanket forts, so Guy tells Tiny about how making blanket forts runs in the family and that they’ve all made huge creations out of them. and now Tiny wants to do the same.

Guy supports Tiny throughout the entire thing until Tiny starts rushing it and the fort becomes unstable. by then Guy is begging Tiny to stop but Tiny is consistent on getting it done. then the tower starts wobbling over with them on it and they fall off the side! luckily they were able to hold onto some loose blankets but they still were in a very unsafe position. and even then, still Tiny is consistent about finishing this fort and thus, this interaction pursues:

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Tiny: “i have to build something the world has never seen before!”

Guy: “BUT WHY?!”

Tiny: “because if i don’t…i’m not a Diamond.”

Guy: “…not a Diamond..?”

and dude. Guy’s face after Tiny said that. that brief moment of just an emotion change felt like Guy was realizing that he unintentionally pressured Tiny into thinking that if he didn’t build this fort he wouldn’t be considered part of the family. this is the exact thing Guy wanted to prevent Tiny from feeling.

so now continuing the scene, tiny is crying at this point:

(direct quotes)

Tiny: “it’s like you said, ‘every Diamond built structures that would stand until the end of time.’ so, if i don’t do that… how can i be one of them?”

Guy: “…Tiny Diamond. young man, you listen to me, and you listen good, because i have something that you need to hear. first of all, the things the Diamonds of the past did took them their entire lifetimes. if they caught one glimpse of what you’ve accomplished as a child..? it would blow the hair right off their heads!”

Tiny: [smiles and sniffs]

Guy: “and second of all, and way way more importantly, none of that matters! i don’t care if you build a thousand skyscrapers, or if you never touch another blanket again, you are always a Diamond. because you.. are my son.”

this scene is so important not just for Tiny but for Guy too. Tiny is learning once again that his dad will truly love him no matter what. and unlike last time with the glitter fart, (which Tiny was able to achieve in the end), in this episode, Tiny’s plan doesn’t work, but now he’s okay with it. because his dad made him feel less pressured and more loved. Guy Diamond truly said some powerful things to his son. this will most likely be a memory that Tiny will remember forever and that’s such a good thing.

coming back to the theory though, Guy had accidentally made his son feel how his family probably made him feel in the past. maybe not about specifically the blanket tower stuff but possibly something similar or just anything in general. pressure to live up to family values can be traumatic if your family makes you feel outcasted for not living up to it the way they want. and considering i think Guy either got disowned or ran away himself, (solely based on the story he told those children in TBGO), it obviously didn’t end very well.

the fact he made Tiny feel that pressure was probably heart breaking to Guy. and he made sure to immediately make sure Tiny knew he had no reason to feel like that. he became so serious so fast to make SURE tiny didn’t feel out of place in their family.

and that just shows Guy’s development not just from the trauma im theorizing but just in general in the show. Guy was never really the most serious character in this show. i mean, he’s a naked sparkly troll who’s main character trait half the time is farting glitter or being super dramatic in comedic ways. but seeing how serious Guy gets when it’s about his son just goes to show how seriously he cares about him. and that’s how you break generational trauma yall, Guy Diamond mastered it.

so um yeah this is pretty much all i have to say about this theory. i just wanted to show how i thought that Guy didn’t have a good childhood but made sure his son had a great one. really sweet stuff for this mostly unserious show. i know this is probably super dumb but i don’t care i just love dumb things. and if you actually read all of this thanks and here’s a cookie 🍪

#guy diamond #tiny diamond #trolls fandom #trolls world tour #trolls band together #trollstopia #trolls the beat goes on #trolls theory #trolls poppy #queen poppy #trolls synth #i am so serious #make fun of me if you have to #i love guy diamond #he’s the best dad #peppy needs to take notes

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homelanderbutbig · 1 year ago

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Tell Me What You Need (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1237 words. Hurt/comfort and fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

You've had a bad day, and Homelander is baffled at how to comfort you. Inspired by this ask.

Homelander is restlessly tapping his fingers on the couch while he waits for you to come to his penthouse, and you're already later than usual. Although he would never describe himself as such, he is very much a creature of habit. He anticipates that you will get off work at the same time every day, and swiftly head up the elevator back to his waiting arms. The odd time you are even a few minutes late is enough to put him in a mood, requiring a heavy dose of cuddles for him to forgive your 'transgression'.

Impatiently, he rolls his eyes and huffs as he finally hears your heartbeat approaching the penthouse. He expects an excellent reason for you keeping him waiting, as well as some heartfelt head scratches to make this up to him.

However, this displeasure hastily evaporates when you get off the elevator. With his X-ray vision, he can see that you have been holding back tears, but you are still doing your best to keep your composure. He straightens his posture as you wipe your watery eyes and head into the living room.

Homelander stares as you silently walk up to the oversized couch, using the steps he had installed to climb up and sit down beside him. While you are doing your best to hide your emotions, you can't conceal the thumps of your rapid pulse or the smell of your cortisol hormones spiking from stress.

"Something the matter?" he inquires, trying to be polite even though it's already obvious to him.

"I… I just had a bad day at work," you sigh, finally letting go of the day's pressures. Tears begin streaming down your face as you wrap your arms around your sides. "I'm sorry."

Without a word he looks down at you, watching you cry. You have never displayed any amount of sadness in front of him before, and he is confounded at how exactly to provide you with some form of security right now. Usually, he's the one that requires the daily validation. He's never had to be the one to initiate comfort.

"There… uh… there there," Homelander says, gently patting your thigh as you've done to him when he's upset. Mentally, he's running through everything you do for him, but he is struggling to think of what you would do in this situation.

"Is there… something I can do to make you feel better?" he asks, lightly petting your knee with his thumb. When you don't respond, he exhales a flustered breath. "Just, tell me what you need… please". His brow furrows in frustration, not from you but from himself. This feeling of uselessness is not one he experiences often, and right now seeing you like this is causing this sentiment to be tenfold.

Turning your gaze up at Homelander, you can see the internal battle he is fighting in his mind, all over you. In any other situation, seeing him so shook up over not knowing what to do would make you smile at his childlike awkwardness. But right now, there is something deeply heartwarming about how much he cares for your wellbeing, even if he doesn't know how to express it.

You practically throw yourself into Homelander's wide chest, desperate for one of his warm, cozy hugs. At first this unexpected embrace takes him by surprise, but he quickly envelops you in his big arms, petting your head with his fingers. Despite breathing a sigh of relief at you taking control, he does his best to keep up his self-confidence that this was what he intended. You always do so much for him, like it's instinctual. Just once he wants to show you that he can do the same.

Carefully, he adjusts himself to lay down across the couch, keeping you snuggled safe on his chest. His head is positioned against the armrest, giving him the perfect view of you in his arms. While stroking your back, he is racing through his thoughts of what to do next. Listening to your weepy sniffles makes him feel more stressed, like he can't even do a simple hug correctly. He wants to relieve your depression, and prove himself to you so badly.

Suddenly, something sparks inside him, a memory of you that Homelander deeply cherishes. He recalls the way you draw on his palm with your fingers, feeling your touches so filled with love. It's always pained him not to be able to do the same on your small hand with his immense fingers. However, he realizes your back is a big enough canvas for him.

Using his index finger, he starts doodling along your back. He's not an artist by any means, yet he manages a basic stick figure cat. At first you seem confused at what he's doing, but pride swells through his heart when he hears you giggle faintly.

"Is that a cat?" you ask, tilting your head up to catch a glimpse of Homelander's smile. Your body shakes as he chuckles at your question, easing his own anxiety at the sight of you beginning to relax.

"Yeah," he replies, showing off his fangs while he beams down at you. "Good guess."

Homelander continues drawing various animals on your back, his toothy grin getting wider each time you correctly figure out his makeshift creations. Considering that his hands are too large to hold regular writing instruments, he's only ever used the pens Vought made specifically for his size to sign autographs or important documents. He's never thought himself to have any degree of artistic talent, but there's an unfamiliar feeling of assurance growing within him.

As apprehensive as it makes him to try new things he worries he won't get perfect immediately, there is a satisfying sense of accomplishment that you can figure out his crude doodles. It makes him want to draw for you more often, so you can continue to be proud of his art. Perhaps he needs to get Ashley to have some colourful markers made for him. His fridge has always looked bare.

After a time, Homelander stops doodling on your back and resumes just holding you, internally gratified at how he was able to successfully comfort you, all on his own. He could stay like this for the rest of the night, totally content at his handywork.

Meanwhile, you are resisting the urge to fall asleep, taken in by the warmth of his embrace and softness of his cushioned suit. But you know you aren't going to be leaving this snuggle session anytime soon, so you accept that it's not worth fighting your body anymore.

"Thank you Homelander," you yawn, closing your eyes as you nuzzle your head deeper into his padded chest. You can sense his arms wrapping around you like a weighted blanket, with just enough pressure to make you feel safe and protected.

"I'm glad I could help," he replies, treasuring the trust you have in him to doze off in his arms.

For the first time in your relationship, he feels that he has returned the same level of care you give to him every day. He's always longed to show you how much he appreciates everything you do for him, the way you effortlessly soothe his fears and anxieties. The pride of knowing he is capable of, well, being able to form a normal connection with someone is immeasurable.

"You can depend on me too."

#the boys #the boys tv #homelander #homelander x reader #g/t #size difference #my writing

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creedslove · 1 year ago

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HEARTLESS 💔 - PART SIXTEEN

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: what happens when you break the cowboy hat rule? You and Jack finally spend much needed time together

(This is the sixth chapter of my HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE TO FIFTEEN ON MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: fluff, romance, mentions of smut, teasing, dirty talk, making out, dry humping, sort of breeding kink, a little bit of lactation kink, thigh riding, smut (oral sex f!receiving, unprotected piv), mom!reader

A/N: I know we didn't have the cowboy last week and that made us all very sad, but personally, I think it was worth the wait, I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

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The cowboy's heart beat faster and faster, his hands getting slightly sweaty to hold you tight against him, at the same time your words ran through his mind. You'd said yes, to marry him someday, to be his wife, to build a family with you. He couldn't even believe how happy and lucky he was.

You'd broken the cowboy hat rule on purpose, to symbolize how ready you were to be with him, of course he was excited about the sexual part, but it went further beyond that, it was about you and him and Wyatt and hopefully the kids you would have it in the future, about the chance he got from you. Jack was in a turmoil of feelings, only that this time they were good, positive feelings. The fear, the pain, the sadness were gone, ahead of him was just the happiness of having a family he wished for and craved through his entire life.

He looked down at you, wearing his hat and with a happy smile on your face, effortlessly beautiful, giggling at his touch as well as Wyatt who happily ran all over the place. For one split second Jack was sure he'd died on a mission and was sent to heaven, because that was his heaven: his family. But the kiss you placed on his lips was more than real, no heavenly fantasy would be able to reproduce the real deal. He knew those lips, he loved them, how soft they were, how good they tasted and how bad they could make a grown man cry.

You on the other hand, couldn't be happier about your cowboy and you; perhaps you had just low-key said yes to his proposal, but this time the consideration of marrying him didn't seem to be so scary, you would have to sit down with him and discuss things through, plan at least a couple of things for the future and sort out small details from your lives together, for example if you and Wyatt would permanently move onto the ranch and find a school for your son, for instance. But at that moment everything could wait, because the happiness you both were feeling was just too good, it wasn't like the old times with him - very often you had the habit of comparing situations - but instead, it was a new kind of happiness, the one you shared with your family. Even your son could sense how happy his mommy and daddy were, Wyatt had been having the happiest days of his life, but he was a sensitive boy and could tell when things were wrong, however, not this time, as he saw how his daddy held you tight and you giggled at him. He watched as you took his dad's hat and put it on your own head, how you stroked his cheek and kissed his lips, even if Wyatt thought those kisses were icky, it was cool to have his parents so united, maybe they could even become a big family, where the mommies lived with the daddies and their kids, just like he saw in the cartoons.

"Can I play in the inflatables, mommy?!" Your son suddenly interrupted your kiss, making you break contact with Jack and blush slightly to realize your son had been watching you two, of course he gave you the sweetest and most heartwarming puppy eyes you'd ever seen - courtesy of the Daniels' genes that ran in the family - and there was no way in the world you could say no to that little face. Clearing your throat, you nodded, chuckling at how he simply ran off, so excitedly to play some more. You turned your attention back to your cowboy, staring at him and taking in his handsome face. He'd gotten a little older with time, just like you had, but he was so handsome it made you go weak. Your hand ran through the side of his head, fingers burying into his fluffy hair, and running through it, before going a little south and stroking his cheek. Neither of you said a word, you didn't have to at that moment, because it was just you and him. The cowboy had a tight grip around you, he didn't let go of you for his dear life, you knew how much strength those hands carried and it was both assuring and arousing to know you were trapped in between them. Your body was pressed against his, he was always warm and if you rested your head against his chest, you could hear his heart beating. Perhaps it'd been the experience at the cemetery, or how you'd learned about his self-destructive behavior, but you were taken by a sudden fear of losing him. Your heart shattered just to imagine you could've lost him on different occasions and you looked down, letting out a sob before you could even realize it.

"Hey… what's wrong, sugar?" His voice was a soft purr, just as his touch: his fingers on your chin lifting your head up and making you look into his eyes. Jack Daniels didn't want to see his woman cry, whatever reason it was, he would do everything in his willpower to prevent that from happening. Now that you had said yes to him, that he would make you his wife, he wanted to shield you from anything bad in the world. He was terrified of losing another family in the same way, he would definitely have no reasons to keep going if that ever happened, so it was a scenario he didn't even like to think of.

"I-I'm sorry Jack… I got a little emotional. I just don't want to lose you, at all" you sniffed and dried your tears "I want our family to be complete, and I would like for you to also be careful when you go on your missions…" and you also wanted to tell him not to ever lose hope again, but you couldn't; his supposedly suicide attempts had been confided into you by Helen, you couldn't do that to her, at the same time you also didn't want your cowboy to be ashamed of what happened.

"Don't worry, princess… I'll take good care of myself because there ain't no way in hell I'll leave my family waiting for me back home" he winked at you and leaned in again, kissing your lips with a groan at the feeling of you tugging his hair.

Jack smiled between the kisses, his hand going towards your legs as the other sustained your back and he soon lifted you up, holding you in bridal style as you squealed surprised, wrapping your arms around his neck so you wouldn't lose balance

"What are you doing, Jack?!" You asked, feeling excited but also a little nervous. You had no idea what crossed your cowboy's mind, but you hoped he didn't have any crazy ideas, but he only chuckled and walked towards the inflatables, the two of you could see your son bouncing around, having so much fun but the moment he noticed the two of you, he frowned softly "mommy? What happened daddy?" He seemed puzzled to why his daddy was carrying his mommy, maybe she got hurt? But Wyatt didn't want to see his mommy hurt.

"Awe you huwt mommy?"

"Mommy ain't hurt, kid, but she was a little upset so I'm guessing she should jump a little and have some fun, don't you think?" Whiskey winked at his son, who clapped his little hands excitedly and opened space for Jack to get inside the bounce house, so thrilled to have his parents to play with him.

He finally put you down but Wyatt held your hand tight "jump mommy!!! Play with me!"

Perhaps you were still very emotional, but just the fact you saw your son's happiness all over his gorgeous face, the way his bright innocent eyes lit up with excitement at your presence melted your heart and made you tear up. You nodded at him and pulled him for a tight hug "of course my love, mommy and daddy will play with you my angel" you said taking Jack's hand into yours and the three of you bounced together, slowly at first, but increasing the speed as Wyatt had more and more fun. If someone ever told you one day you'd be playing in a bounce house with your son and his father after you jumped into his arms and told him that yes, you were willing to marry him, you'd have laughed your ass off, thinking they were just crazy to make up the most absurd story but there you were, enjoying every single small detail you could. Your future husband and your son. Butterflies in your stomach swirled inside every time you thought of it: marrying Jack. You wanted it, but you were also scared. The rational side of you wanted to take things slow and wait, but the other part of you, the one driven by your heart, that barely could contain your feelings, just wanted your happy ending as soon as possible.

Tiredly sitting down, Wyatt joined you, getting comfortable on your lap and sighing happily, while Jack joined the two of you and pulled you closer. You three caught your breaths, in a comfortable silence that said a lot about how happy you were at that moment. You felt Whiskey's hand on your hair, tucking a strand of it behind your ear in such affectionate way, he had always been careful with it, he'd always loved it, the way it felt under his touch, always soft and smooth, the smell of it, burying his face into it so he could have a peaceful night of sleep. He moved some of it away from your neck, leaning in and pecking it, sending goosebumps all over your skin at the sudden contact. He eyes his son and smirked at how distracted his little boy was, so he kissed your neck again, more intensely this time, his teeth nibbling it at the same time you bit your bottom lip so you wouldn't moan out loud in a fucking inflatable toy.

"Better catch your breath, sugar, you'll be doing a lot of bouncing tonight…" he whispered against your ear loud enough so only you would hear it. Smirking at you with a dumb smile while picking up his stetson that had fallen while you were all playing and putting it back on. You'd broken the cowboy hat rule and it was about time you rode your cowboy. Yet, his words sent a fire sensation down your core, one that unabled you from thinking and the only thing you could mumbled was your cowboy's name. He chuckled and kissed your neck a third time, his mustache tickling your skin at the same time he placed his warm hand on your thigh, stroking it softly and watching how affected you were by his simplest touch.

"I-I think it's time for us to get inside, daddy will help you open your presents and mommy will make us a yummy dessert, what do you say?" You ran your fingers through your son's hair, getting your shit back together and wanting to get away from that bounce house as soon as possible. Jack's touches were enough to set you on fire and you needed to step away from him for a little while so you could catch your breath and act normal in front of your son, besides, you'd picked a bunch of fresh peaches and you wanted to prepare your cowboy his favorite pie, it would always make him happy when you did so and you just wanted to show him how important he was for you.

There was also the fact you knew your son always behaved and obeyed his dad, which meant that if Jack told him it was enough bouncing for the day, he wouldn't whine or try his dirty trick of giving you the sweetest and saddest puppy eyes seen by the human race. Whiskey could keep Wyatt entertained inside with opening his presents and playing and hopefully he would be tired in a matter of time, being safely tucked into bed and giving his mommy and daddy some much needed alone time. Jack nodded at Wyatt, who pouted at first but agreed on exiting after the promises of opening his presents. As the southern gentleman he was, your cowboy helped your son hop off the toy and then helped you, smirking up and down at your body. You knew that grin, that heavy breathing and how he stood at the entrance, stopping you from getting out, holding you and pressing you down against the bouncing floor, his lips once more teasing your skin, kissing up and down your throat, his mustache leaving soft burns all over you. You bit your lips, looking into his eyes, his brown ones shooting you a burning gaze; you knew him, his hunger for you, it was so intense he could take you right there, but you also knew how patient your cowboy could be when it came to teasing his soft little prey. His heavy breathing against your chest now, as he pulled the fabric of your dress down just enough to expose your cleavage, spreading ghostly kisses all over it, his teeth nibbling you gently at first, at the same time you let out a soft whimper.

"Jack, you're teasing me…" you whined as your cowboy chuckled, his hands going to the hem of your pretty dress, lifting it up, exposing your thighs for his delight.

"You want more, sugar? I bet you missed your cowboy, didn't ya?" He saw as you nodded "you've been so dirty for breaking the cowboy hat rule, how about I fuck you here? You don't even need help to bounce on my cock, would you like that, sweetheart? Being pounded like a little slut in an inflatable toy? Sounds like you're a whore for my cock, are you, baby girl?"

"Mm yes, cowboy" you bit your lips, squealing as his lips went for your stomach, pecking it all his way down the hem of your panties. You instinctively parted your legs for Jack, feeling his hands going under your thighs, going up until your round ass, squeezing and rubbing your cheeks. He loved the pleasure little sounds that came out of your filthy lovely mouth. He knew what you were capable of doing with his cock, but he needed to be patient. If he'd waited until that moment to savory you, he wouldn't rush things up now, so he ran his hands to your sides entwining his fingers on the sides of your panties, pulling them down and not breaking eye contact with you at all.

"What are you doing, Jack?" You asked him, feeling your cunt clenching at nothing, being so turned on at the simplest touch; no man could ever do that to you but your cowboy. He knew you entirely, knowing just how to press your buttons and play you like his toy.

He looked down at your naked pussy and it took him all of his willpower not to touch you right there and then, but he had further plans for you. Taking your panties off he chuckled at you, showing you the wet spot on the thin cloth and smirked "barely touched ya and you're already wet for me, angel… now let's see if you're still as sweet as I remember" the cowboy whispered his words hiding his obscene intentions at the same time he took your panties to his face, licking the puddle of your wetness, groaning at the taste before shoving your delicate piece of lingerie into his back pocket.

"You're still the sweetest cunt I've ever tasted, no wonder you're my sugar" he placed his hands on his waist and watched as you pulled your dress down and looked at him in a mix of embarrassment and desire. You pulled Jack by the shoulders, kissing him as deeply and intensely as you wanted, tasting yourself briefly on his lips, you felt you could stay there forever, if it weren't for Wyatt's voice interrupting you.

"Mommy!!! Daddy!!! We need to open the pwesents!" He shouted excitedly from the front door and you managed to cover yourself even more.

"Coming, cowboy!!!" Jack shouted back and waved at his son, who giggled and ran back inside. Then, he extended his hand towards you, helping you up but snapping your hand away from his back pocket

"They're mine now, sugar, so you better behave as your sweet cunt is now exposed for me" he winked at you and made you blush softly.

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"What awe you doing, mommy?" Wyatt tilted his head curiously as he stood next to you, watching your every move attentively, loving the smell of whatever mysterious dessert you were making and warming your heart at the fact your son was definitely just like his daddy: crazy about his peach pie.

"I'm making grandma Daniels recipe, honey: peach pie… your daddy used to love this dessert when he was little like you, his grandma would make it for him almost every week, and when mommy and daddy lived together, I also used to prepare it for him and he loved it!" You explained to your son, loving how surprised and happy he got at that information. While Jack was in the living room, picking up the shredded pieces of colorful paper that once gift-wrapped Wyatt's birthday presents. Since your cowboy took care of your son, you went to the kitchen to prepare his pie, being too agitated to focus on anything or nothing at all, it didn't matter if you wanted to actually distract yourself or not: all you could think of was Jack Daniels.

The way he had barely touched you and yet your whole body was set on fire, or the simple anticipation for the moment you would share in a little while, after all those years apart from each other, couldn't contain the lust you were feeling for that man. There was no denying you couldn't resist to him, he was intoxicating, poisonous even, the kind of touch to linger on you and make your skin burn at the memory, even if you'd freshened up and changed to another cute and tempting summer dress - without panties, respecting your cowboy wishes - you could still feel the warm slick pooling between your folds each time you moved. After going over all the amazing presents your son got, you decided to hide away in the kitchen hoping you'd be able to think of something else, but it was no use: your memory took you back to the bounce house.

Wyatt's presence helped you snap away from your wet daydreams as you explained to him all about the new sweet you were making, he was very curious and his tummy was very happy to know he would be trying that delicious treat soon. You had never eaten peach pie again, not after you and Jack broke up, it was one the small little things that reminded you of him and it made everything even more painful, but now you had no reason to dwell into that puddle of sadness any longer, you and the cowboy were back together, your family was happily united and you were so ready to be railed by your cowboy until sunlight.

Only when your son fell asleep though.

And by the excited way he was chatting and asking questions, it seemed it would still take a while; you chuckled to yourself at the situation, Jack had insisted on having another child and yet you two couldn't even handle one. It was one of those sweet ironies of life and you wouldn't trade that for anything in the world.

"I thought you said you'd climb upstairs and change into your new cow PJs so you would show mommy you're a big boy now?" Whiskey folded his arm and stared at Wyatt with a serious expression only to soften up and open his arms to his son, who giggled and ran to his daddy's embrace. Someone had gifted your son a new pair of cow themed pajamas and he was really excited to put it on, wanting you to see he could do it on his own. Your heart clenched at pride of seeing your son was growing up and becoming an independent little child and also at the fact perhaps he was growing up too fast. However, you lost your track of thoughts the moment he disappeared into the second floor running as fast as his little legs allowed him in order to get changed and the cowboy cornered you.

Feeling his presence on your back, he held your hips and pulled your body against his.

"I like this new dress, sugar… aren't ya all fresh and sweet for your cowboy? You know I've been thinking of this sweet pussy the whole night, right? You've been such a filthy little whore, breaking the cowboy hat rule on purpose, and all for what? Leaving me with a hard on? Getting this tight pretty pussy soaked for me?" His filthy words whispered like a prayer into your ears was more than enough reason for you to press your thighs together. The knot of anxiety, anticipation and lust all mixed up together in your lower belly just made you want to ignore everything around and spread your legs so he could take you right there. You were so slippery all he would need to do would be slide into you into one single motion and have his way with you. Never in your life, you thought you would be aching to be Jack Daniels' cum slut again.

He trailed more kisses down your neck towards your shoulder, at the same time he lifted your dress just enough to reveal your named ass cheeks, satisfied to see you didn't have anything on underneath it, exactly the way he liked you. Pressing his crotch against your ass, you finally felt the damage you'd left on your cowboy's pants. He was rock hard, probably had been for a while, and it was pretty satisfying to realize he was as affected by you, as you were by him.

The two of you were a match and no one could state it otherwise.

"Feel it, sugar… this is what you do to me. There ain't no other like you in the world, no other chick would ever be able to make me this hard, no one would ever be as sweet as you are, I can't wait to feel you all over me"

At his words, you grinded against his crotch. The low groan escaping his lips was enough for you to do it again, your naked ass cheeks grinding against his boner, hands tightening the grip on your hips as his own met yours at the same pace, pressing you harder against it so it would apply more pressure. He threw his head back, loving how it felt to be humping you like that, he was throbbing under his pants, seeking relief and hoping he would last a decent amount of time when he finally fucked you.

"Don't forget your cowgirl boots tonight, sugar… you gotta be dressed for riding" he gave your ass one soft slap as unfortunately, it didn't last long as small steps were heard coming down the stairs, so he lowered your dress carefully and sat at the kitchen table, pretending nothing had happened the minute Wyatt walked into the kitchen.

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You couldn't even believe it when your son finally closed his little eyes and went straight to dreamland. It seemed it'd taken forever for it to happen. You'd had enough time to finish baking your pie, letting it cool down and only after a glass of warm milk and two bedtime stories, Wyatt finally fell asleep. You told Jack you'd tuck your son into bed, while the cowboy went to his own, you knew he was probably sorting some things out which again, shot another wave of anticipation down your body. It felt kind of ethereal to know you would be sleeping together in a matter of time, but you were so excited and willing to submit yourself whole to your cowboy, and you could bet he was feeling just the same for you. Kissing your son's forehead goodnight, you left his bedroom as quietly as possible and went to your own, wanting to take a look at yourself and make sure you were looking alright for him. You got your cowboy boots and put them on, checking yourself in the mirror, you decided not to put on any lingerie, just your short light dress and your boots would be enough to ride your cowboy. You just brushed your hair a little and went to Jack's room.

Your heart was hammering on your chest, and you felt quite anxious. On the one hand you were going to come back to the pleasure you knew, loved and craved; on the other hand, it was almost like you were as nervous as when you lost your virginity. You would be officially Jack's and he would be yours, much to your happiness, you were about to become one again. You knocked on his door and bit your lips, looking down at your own boots as he opened the door, and you could see in his eyes he had all the Whiskey in him; your sweet Jack was out of the room and entered the dirtiest man you'd ever met: Agent Whiskey.

His leather jacket was gone, but he stood in his full cowboy glory, with his riding boots, tight jeans and stetson on, enough to make your mouth water and you crash your lips against his, feeling the hunger for that man overwhelming your judgment and your senses. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into the room and locking the door behind you. His hands went immediately to your ass, squeezing them and dragging a moan from you. Jack chuckled in between kisses and nibbled your bottom lip

"Remember you asked me for a date? I got one for ya, sugar" he winked and took you by the hand, guiding you to the balcony of his room, where a table was sat with two glasses and some of the finest beverages by Statesman. He pulled the chair for you, making sure to use his manners, and earning a sweet smile. That old broken heart of his wasn't that broken anymore, as it filled with love each time more, each time he spent next to you. He sat down, manspreading on his chair, which made you lick your lips, at the sight of his big bulge. He followed your eyes on him straight to his crotch and licked his own lips, smirking

"Guess you don't wanna go on a date, Suger?" You shook your head and he nodded, patting his thigh so you'd sit on it.

It didn't take you seconds to just jump from your seat to his lap, feeling so hot and bothered at the man's body so close to yours.

"I have broken the cowboy hat rule Jack, you gotta do something about it" you teased him, welcoming his lips for another kiss, at the same time his hands played with the straps from your dress, pulling them down and watched as the cloth ran down your perfect chest, exposing your tits for him.

"Look at that, sugar… how beautiful your tits are. I missed them" his thumb ran over your nipple, loving how it hardened under his touch. You were always so responsive to it, it pleased that cowboy to no end. He kissed your throat, sinking his teeth into your skin, not caring if he would leave a trail of hickeys all over it, getting his mouth onto your nipples, licking them gently, one at a time, before suckling on them, you were still as sensitive as he remembered.

"I want them fuller, sugar… I want to see your tits so damn big full of milk… too bad I missed it with our first cowboy, but I'm definitely putting a baby in you very soon…" he mumbled against your nipple before latching onto it and suckling on it once more. You took the stetson off his head, placing it on the table and burying your fingers into his soft hair, tugging at it gently as he took time with your breasts. You parted your legs shifting your weight and sitting on his thigh, lifting your dress up above your waist, your wet, slippery cunt straight against his rough jeans as you loved your hips slowly at first, closing your eyes and enjoying the pleasurable feeling.

His right hand went for your waist, holding you and helping you grind your needy count against his thigh. His jeans were thick and it made your clit so sensitive at the friction, Jack wouldn't leave your nipples, face buried deep between your breasts.

"How are you putting a baby inside if all you do is tease and not fuck me?" You blurted out, the impatience and the need for his cock making its appearance as you needed him. Jack frowned and stopped everything he was doing, holding you by the hips and swatted your ass hard, making you whimper and kissed you deeply, wanting to show you who was in charge there. The cowboy would take care of your dirty mouth and your tight sweet pussy. He broke the kiss and got his hat, placing it on your head. It was finally time for you to ride your cowboy.

•••

The way he got up, pulling you to him and carrying you to the bed as if you weighed nothing, only added more lust to your hopeless case. You needed that man and you would do anything for him in order to fuck you; it would be too easy for him to lay on the bed and just fuck you there, he needed more, he wanted you to ride him, and he was definitely willing to have every inche of your body. Finally stripping you off your summer dress and having you standing in your naked glory in front of him with the exception of your riding boots and your hat, this cock was about to burst his pants. He was painfully hard, but he knew it was worth the wait. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled you closer, admiring every inch of you, he scanned your naked body meticulously as if it was the last time he would ever spot such beauty.

"Don't be shy, sugar" he cooed and kissed your stomach again, resting his head on it briefly and closing his eyes as if he'd said a prayer in gratitude for having his family back. Then, he quickly got rid of his clothes, kicking them out in a sloppy way here and there, before finally lying onto the mattress and relaxing. He pulled you on top of him, seeing you were ready to take his cock inside, but he wanted more than that, so he pulled you closer, towards his chest "ride your cowboy now, sugar, don't hold back though" giving you the order, even if it was in his soft voice. You understood perfectly what he wanted and you were going to give it to him. Getting even closer to his handsome face, you spread your thighs aiming his head between them, and lowered yourself, throwing your head back and letting out a loud and intense moan the moment you felt his devilish tongue against your slit.

He hadn't tasted sweeter sugar than you and he never would, because you were the only one he ever craved and wanted. His tongue explored your delicious cunt, running up and down your slit, going deep into your pussy hole until it finally settled on your hard needy clit. His hands showing you the pace, which you picked up quickly, of course still a little shy in the beginning, but moving as soon as the pleasure build up inside of you. You rode your cowboy's face, his perfect nose brushing against your clit as his perfectly trimmed mustache was a mess because of your wetness, you knew you were too close. It was only the first out of the many times you and Jack would spend together, for the rest of your lives, you reminded yourself. There was no need to try and make it last, you both couldn't wait. He was your honey, your sweetness and your knot was so tight in your lower belly, the moment he told you to let go, you did it without thinking twice; your pussy clenching and making a mess on your cowboy, your clit throbbing and so sensitive and yet, you just gathered the energy you had within and moved to his lap, knowing he couldn't wait any longer. You massaged his cock, you'd missed it his thick length so much, you missed teasing his leaking tip, caressing his heavy balls and making him cum as hard as he made you do the same, but now you didn't need to worry, because that would become your new routine, and you couldn't wait for it.

You held him by the base and sank your slippery cunt down his length, feeling him stretching you up the way no man ever had. When he got as deep as he could, you placed both hands on his chest to look for balance, before moving your hips the way you knew it drove Whiskey crazy. When you relationship began, shortly after you two had met years ago, he had joked he fell in love with you and the way you moved your hips while riding him, and there was some truth behind that; but it wasn't just that, it was everything else. That cowboy had fallen for you at first sight and there was nothing he wanted more than make you his forever. You fastened your pace, riding him and feeling how his cock throbbed inside of you, loving every second of it

"Come on Jack, give it all to me cowboy, it's your turn" you whispered to him, feeling another orgasm approaching and working on it, wanting to cum more, at the same time he finally let go and shot his load inside of it. You could feel every inch of him inside, his thick hot cum going as deep as it could reach and you only collapsed on top of him, resting your head on his chest while you tried catching your breath. Jack tried doing the same, since he was silent and it was quite difficult for that cowboy to ever shut up, it was the proof he was coming down from his bliss as well. You smiled lazily and pecked his chest, seeing how some of his chest hair was already going gray and felt a wave of affection for him.

Your Jack.

Your cowboy.

"I love you" you whispered against his skin, the confession everyone knew but you hadn't dared to say it out loud, not until that moment, but it was necessary, you wanted him to know, to hear about, to feel it, everything about your love. You loved that cowboy with all your heart and he loved you just the same, and from that moment on you two could finally be the family you were meant to be from the start.

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A/N: I love this cowboy so much 😍😭🤠

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devoted-assassin · 1 year ago

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Ok now that Madoka Magica is gaining traction again, I need to make a promotion post for The Different Story, because it is a wonderful addition to the world that nobody has read and that makes me very sad.

If you don’t wanna read all this, just read the spinoff manga. Please. I beg. It’s the only spinoff that (imo) lives up to the original.

Now what is the Different Story?

It’s a three volume spinoff manga (though this is the omnibus - all in one - version) that centres around Kyoko and Mami. There’s a piece of trivia that many people don’t know: Kyoko and Mami were once friends prior to the events of the TV show. This is canon, and there’s parts of the show that imply this too.

The first volume revolves around how they met, how their relationship grew, and what happened between them for the events of the anime to occur. This is pretty much canon, as it takes place before the time loops, and is adapted from a drama cd, which are directly written by the same person who wrote Madoka Magica. The next two volumes follow a potential timeline where Mami is still around when Kyoko comes back into town, and what happens from there is the rest of the story.

Why should you read it?

Because it is fucking awesome in the same heartbreaking and heartwarming way that the original show was. That’s the tldr, but if you want more in depth…

First of all, if you’re a fan of Kyoko or Mami, just stop right now and read it. You’re doing yourself a huge disservice if you don’t. They get so much development, which is nice for the two characters with the smallest amount of screen time (not that the anime doesn’t do a fantastic job). Especially Mami, who got…a bit cut off before all the big events really started happening.

Now, even if you prefer some of the other magical girls, they still get some time in the spotlight. Homura, Madoka, and Sayaka all get their moments that expand on their characters, and make you think “oh, it really could have gone this way.” If you’re a shipper, there’s also some nice content between the two big duos (so kyosaya shippers, I am one of you, please read this too).

Also the art style is a perfect match for the tv show + movie, which is a rarity for madoka magica spinoff manga.

How does this fit into canon?

As already stated, the first volume is pretty much canon. It’s the past between Mami and Kyoko. Now, the manga isn’t written by the same person who wrote Madoka Magica, but it did get the officially seal of approval from him. As such, whether the alternate timeline actually occurred in canon is personal opinion. Pretty much everyone who read it considers it canon, since it fits neatly and there’s nothing that contradicts anything already established.

I’m still hoping that we will get an anime adaption, but that’s 100% delusion.

And look. It’s on sale. That’s the whole thing, and it’s also in Canadian dollars so it’s probably cheaper for everyone else. Pleaaaseeee.

#just please read it #nobody reads it #madoka magica #the different story #madoka kaname #mami tomoe #kyoko sakura #sayaka miki #homura akemi #madoka magica the different story #pmmm #puella magi madoka magica

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haunting-hufflepuffs-basement · 3 months ago

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Oh my gosh. OH MY FUCKING GOSH YOU GUYS!

I just, for the third time, rewatched Puffs the Play. I need every single Harry Potter fan (especially those of you who are Hufflepuffs like me) to know about this amazing AMAZING show and go watch it PLEASE.

Puffs the Play is a tongue-and-cheek irreverent adaptation of Harry Potter that covers what the hell the Hufflepuffs were doing during Harry's time at Hogwarts. The main characters are:

Wayne Hopkins, a kid whose parents were murdered on the same night as Harry's and who was sent to live with his well-meaning but super weird and oblivious redneck uncle in New Mexico. He grows up as a completely normal muggle child until he gets his letter, at which point his uncle realizes "We gotta talk more" and he gets thrust into Hogwarts. Wayne believes that he's destined for something great and very much wants to be important and save the wizarding world. Unfortunately, Harry is also there.

Oliver Rivers, an American math savant who just moved to England with his family to attend Oxford's mathematics program. Oliver is very VERY salty about Hogwarts not having a math class and has a lot of struggles adjusting to the absolute insanity that is wizard school

And Megan Jones, a girl whose family is known for being "the Puff family. Like the Puffiest of the Puffs." All except her mother Xavia, who was an infamous and dangerous Death Eat---no wait, sorry, Death BUDDY, who is currently in wizard prison. Megan strives to be just like her mother.

These dorks, along with several other background Puffs from the books (Hannah Abbott, Ernie Macmillan, Justin Finch-Fletchley, etc.) navigate 7 of the craziest years at the most dangerous wizarding school guided under their amazing mentor Cedric. . .at least for a while . . . As Puffs, the most beaten up, looked down on, and "worthless" house.

Now, this play is absolutely amazing you guys. It's hilarious, for starters, and takes a lot of liberties with the books. Every single person there is a cloud-cukoolander who is full of adorkable charm and ridiculous sass towards canon. Common catchphrases include:

"HI!" with a signature adorkable little wave.

"We're WIZARDS!"

"We are not a threat! Please be our friend!"

"Oh. My. Wizard. God!"

It's a filmed play that is deliberately low-budget to help with the comedy. Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Godric Gryffindor are all played by hand puppets. Harry is there, played by the same (female) actress as Susie Bones and is an absolutely hilarious oblivious sweetheart, but Ron and Hermoine are a pair of mops dragged around by other cast members. The cast is a total of, like, 10 people who just continually switch roles. The narrator won't stop taking pot-shots at both the canon Harry Potter story and the story of Puffs, and keeps breaking the fourth wall. Some of my other favorite quotes include but aren't limited too:

"HI CEDRIC! Love your bones" -Harry Potter

"J-Finch is imaginary!?!? J-FINCH CAN GO WHEREVER HE WANTS!"

"AVIA FORMES!" (Chucks bird at person)

"If it makes you feel any better, he's ugly, and he'll probably stay that way forever!" (Said about Neville by the way)

"Someone said the snake monster only goes after pretty girls so I shouldn't have to oh I get it they were bullying me."

"JESUS CHRIST YOU ALL ARE 13!"

"Students who are Brave! Students who are Smart! Students who talk like they're about to throw a glass of white wine in your face! And the Puffs!"

It's really funny you guys.

But it is also incredibly heartwarming and can be sad and serious at times. It's a story of unbreakabke friendship. It's a story about how to keep on going when the going gets rough. It's a story that says it doesn't matter if everyone else thinks you're a bit of an idiot or if you're socially awkward or if you fail a whole lot. As long as you keep trying and keep working hard, something good will be there for you (even if it's not the something you wanted). It's a story about embracing your true self.

It's a story that says "I'm a Puff. And I'm staying."

It has also permanently affected the way I read the Harry Potter books, as I project the Puffs personalities (and frequently looks) onto all the Hufflepuffs when they show up in the books, even if a lot of them don't really match.

Everyone, please go watch Puffs the Play, and understand why I have some strange headcanons about the background Hufflepuffs from the class of '98.

#hufflepuff #harry potter #hogwarts #hogwarts house pride #hogwarts houses #harry potter fandom #hp #puffs #puffs the play #cedric diggory #oliver rivers #megan jones #wayne hopkins #hp fandom #please please please watch it it is sooooo amazing and cute you guys

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sodium-chloride-blog · 1 year ago

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Honestly, thinking about RvB Restoration coming this fall and the recent ANMA Podcast I listened to where Gus and Geoff talk about the script recordings they did for it... I just know this final season is going to break me.

It's a mix of emotions, honestly, ranging from joy and relief because we're getting even more rvb and subsequently, a better ending than whatever rvb zero was supposed to be, but also apprehension from knowing that Trocadero won't even have a part in it (unfortunately), and sadness knowing we're finally, really, truly at the end, for good this time.

Some parts from the podcast got my attention that I wanted to share with you guys (I do recommend watching the full episode though.)

It is so over, it's so fucking over, I just know I'm not emotionally equipped for this ending.

As absolutely devastating as it is to know Trocadero won't be part of the final season (I have very confusing, conflicting feelings on RT right now, all things considered), despite their music being such an integral part of rvb from start to finish, I can't help but feel confident that we're going to get a proper send-off with Burnie back at the helm for one final season.

It's also heartwarming to know this is such a big deal for Gus and Geoff the same way it is for us, to finally say goodbye to characters we've grown to love.

Also obligatory grimmons mention (the captions fucked up, Geoff actually said 'Grif and Simmons gave us careers, gave us grimmons')

It's baffling in retrospect, that a silly little halo machinima series from 2003 (which is literally older than ME), that was supposed to last literally only 6 episodes, has grown into something so much bigger. And now — over 20 years later — with 18 seasons, 5 mini-series, a PSA series, and over 300 episodes in total, it's finally coming to an end.

Honestly? It's a little hard not getting choked up about it. RvB is probably my favorite series ever. Of all time. It's definitely not perfect (and neither is the company behind it, good lord), but I wouldn't trade it for anything. I'm definitely nervous, since the ending might not be something I'm personally happy with, but I know it's going to be a good ending regardless.

I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens when the season drops this fall...

#red vs blue #rvb #rooster teeth

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owlwithanapple · 8 months ago

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Bird & Fox

Chapter 3

Jason POV

After Dickhead's nagging and the charm of Alfred's loving breakfast, my choice is return to the manor that I didn't want to go back, to meet those people I once hated.

Although it was in the past, I had a rough time. I wanted to go home, the home that belonged to Bruce and me, but I saw Tim standing next to Bruce in Robin costume.

Maybe a replacement, or coincidence. I don't know, and don't care. I used to want Bruce to look at me, but now I don't care. I just want to do what I want, no longer be bound by Bruce, and enjoy it freely.

In name, I am his son, Jason Todd Wayne, but he is gone. Now I am Jason Todd, living in the name of Red Hood, no longer living as Robin.

I don't know what Bruce thinks, I know we have the same goals and responsibilities, although we pursue different directions, we have common interests, that's all.

In the past, I couldn't face Wayne family, but now I can. Maybe I've let it go or I don't care anymore, and I don't deny that I hated them.

Arriving at the manor, I haven't gotten off the motorcycle yet, I just prepared myself mentally in the parking space. I can't avoid Bruce here. This time I came purely for breakfast and business, I don't want to think about it anymore.

Suddenly there was a noise, the idiot Dickhead who came to greet me. Although I was impatient, but didn't hate him, unless he was an idiot. After all, he was the eldest brother, and I was taken care of by him a lot.

"Hey Babybird! You're so slow!" Dick leaned in front of me and spoke loudly. I was disturbed by his shrill voice. I pushed his face away from me with my hand to reduce his shrill voice.

"Don't get close to me, you're so noisy, Dickhead..." I walked past him and entered the manor. Dickhead followed me closely. I heard him talking to me non-stop. What a good brother, so annoying.

When I walked to the hall, I saw Tim inputting data on the computer. Damian playing with his dog Titus, and the most heartwarming thing was Alfred greeting me with a smile. Bruce, the rich father, who was reading the newspaper seriously.

Damn, the atmosphere is so awkward. I really don't want to come...

Bruce handed the newspaper to Alfred and stood up walked to me. He stretched out his hand tried to touch me. I stepped back but was greeted by a surprise hug from Bruce, "Welcome back, Jason."

For a moment I froze, at a loss, not knowing how to react. It had been a long time since I was hugged by Bruce like this. Was it a long-lost reunion between father and son or was he up to something bad?

I saw Damian standing behind Bruce with a look of disgust on his face. Bruce was indeed the kind of person who didn't show his emotions in his expression. It was rare to see him take the initiative to care for me and cherish me. It was indeed very rare.

My hands trembled slightly, cold sweat broke out on my palms and head, a nervous emotion surged in my heart. I didn't know how to react.

I looked at Dickhead who was standing aside.He gestured to pat Bruce's back to comfort him. I was not good at this behavior, but I still did as he instructed. Bruce felt my hand patting his back "Hey Bruce, you hug too tight..."

After realizing it, he gently let me go. I scratched my head awkwardly, not knowing whether to be happy or sad. This was the thing I couldn't understand the most. He was my father and Batman, but I had no idea what he was thinking.

He had a faint smile on his face. He held my shoulder and said, "Let's have breakfast together." With just one simple sentence, I felt a warm and cold feeling in my heart.

"Well..." I walked around him and went to the dining table, leaving the others in the hall.

"Dick... do you think I'm doing the right thing?" Bruce asked.

Dick patted his back, "You have to try."

Tim walked up to Bruce, "You did a good job. Take it step by step."

Damian added, "disgusting father-son relationship."

Seeing the family gathered together after a long absence, Alfred couldn't help laughing, at the same time he felt relieved because I didn't refuse Bruce's hug or his request to eat together.

"I'm hungry!" I shouted.

Everyone heard my shout hurried to the dining table. I put my feet on the chair, and Alfred scolded me. Table etiquette must be followed and feet must be on the floor. After Alfred finished scolding, he went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Bruce and others sat down one after another, but the only one who was unhappy was the brat next to me, Damian. It just happened that this unpleasant kid sat next to me, he looked exactly like Bruce, and he was so arrogant.

"Demon brat." I mocked him.

"Childish." Damian retorted.

"Believe it or not, I will beat you until there are no teeth left." I clenched my fists under the table.

"Come and try if you have the guts." Damian was happy to accompany me.

"Violence is prohibited at the table." Bruce added.

Hearing Bruce's words, my fists loosened. It wasn't I afraid losing to Damian in fight, I just didn't want to dirty the table that Alfred took the most care of.

"Jason, you seem to be in a good mood today." Tim suddenly said.

I was surprised. Tim's observation ability really can't be underestimated. "Not bad."

Dickhead heard the voice and rushed over. "Share it!"

"The annoying guy is in a good mood." Damian added.

I glared at Demon brat. "It's better than you, who are full of gloom all day long."

Everyone was talking nonsense. We were often interviewed outside. Bruce and us were the most popular. We were asked so many nonsense questions even when we were in school.

"Everyone, breakfast is here." As soon as Alfred said that, everyone was looking forward to the loving breakfast. He served the breakfast little by little and placed it in front of everyone.

I took the tableware and started eating immediately. Bruce saw me wolfing down the food and enjoyed the breakfast with a look of satisfaction.

"It's better to have a lively home, right? Master Bruce." Alfred whispered.

Bruce agreed with Alfred's point of view, "Indeed, it's been a long time."

Y/N POV

In the afternoon, you decide go to the supermarket before going home to buy things to fill the empty kitchen. All the ingredients you see are neatly arranged on the shelves. You carefully select them one by one and put them in the shopping cart.

Milk, eggs, rice, butter and other daily ingredients. Candy, potato chips, soda and other snacks are one of your must-have choices for watching TV series. Of course, nutritious vegetables, fruits and fish are also indispensable.

In SHINOBI, all ingredients are carefully selected and cooked. In order to maintain a good figure, some nutritious meals and physical exercises are prepared to improve the strength and nutrition of the body.

Occasionally, you sneaked to buy a bottle of Coke and a bag of potato chips during the mission. Unfortunately still couldn't escape their eyes. The snacks were confiscated, but you learned to be smart. You ate them quickly and didn't take them back so wouldn't be caught.

Still can't take it lightly yet. The crime rate in this city is extremely high. If you relax, accidents that happen at any time can become a crisis, so still have to pay attention to exercise and take more nutrition.

You took your favorite dark chocolate. Sometimes when you are stressed or worried, you always want to eat chocolate. Don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but you feel your mind is clearer after eating sweets.

Nowadays, supermarkets are really convenient. There is even a special area for animal food. You chose some dog food for Kirin to enjoy. After all, he has been with you for so long. If you don’t love him well, you are not a competent and good owner.

Shopping is really sinful. You spend the money recklessly. Unknowingly, the whole shopping cart is full of goods. You are careless and buy too much. A bunch of daily necessities and food.

After checking out, you look at the full shopping cart wonder what to do. It’s impossible to push the shopping cart home. There are no taxis nearby. The first time you shop in Gotham City, you face the problem of not being able to go home.

In an unfamiliar area, there is no choice to ask for help. You took out your phone try to find Jason’s contact but you left your phone number to Jason and didn’t get his number. Now you are really finished.

Jason POV

After breakfast, I went to the Batcave with others for meeting. The monitor was showing a video of a weirdo wearing strange equipment and a fox mask talking to Batman and Robin.

Tim showed everyone the most popular parkour video on social media. The weirdo was called "Gotham runner", a lame name, so embarrassing.

She was agile and humorous, a chatterbox, and her accent was not like that of the locals. Her behavior was very strange. It was completely unclear what her purpose was, and she did not want to kill Bruce and Damian.

Bruce sat in a chair "She called herself Kitsune or Fox, and just said a few words to us then disappeared."

Tim pointed at the screen "She is Cyber Ninja, an organization created by Japan. As for why she came to Gotham City, it is still unclear."

I put my hands in my pockets "This weirdo is just looking for trouble."

"Can't figure out her purpose for the time being." Dickhead raised his hand.

"T.T, next time I see her, I will definitely teach her a lesson, a fox looks down on people." Damian clenched his fists.

Bruce stood up and walked closer to the computer screen. "Pay more attention when patrolling at night. Talk to her before she does anything ruthless."

Damian and I were dumbfounded. Bruce actually gave such an explanation. I really don't understand why he showed mercy. As long as the enemy is abnormal and hostile, he should be taken down without mercy.

Bruce saw through my thoughts and said, "Jason, I am not showing mercy. I want to see the ability of Cyber Ninja, especially Kitsune."

I shook my shoulders and said, "Whatever you want."

Dickhead inserted himself between Bruce and me, holding Bruce's shoulder with his left hand and my shoulder with his right hand and said, "Find out about her first, then draw conclusions, right?"

"Cyber Ninja works for Japan, but this is the first time I have seen her in Gotham City. Is it possible that she is a copycat?" Tim mentioned while reasoning.

Damian stood up and said, "She is very strong. I feel uncomfortable because I can't feel any hostility from her."

I looked at Demon brat, "Huh? You are just a dead kid. That fox face is taller than you, of course is stronger than you. Are you talking nonsense?"

"You bastard, I must beat you up today." Damian was about to rush towards me.

When I was about to beat him up, Dickhead interrupted us and said, "Now is not the time to start an internal conflict. Stop it."

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, "Currently, only Damian has contact with her, and the video captured her parkour and jumping postures on the roof. She does not look like an imitator. Maybe she is the Cyber Ninja herself.”

"After all, her movements very skilled. If want to imitate her, it will take a long time to be proficient. But..." Tim added.

I looked at Tim who was slow to speak, "What's wrong?"

Tim zoomed in the video mark the equipment on the weirdo, then checked the news about Cyber Ninja in Japan, and then zoomed in the equipment of one of the Cyber Ninja members who was photographed for comparison.

"From the equipment point of view, it is indeed similar. But this technology is only owned by Cyber Ninja, it is not easily available to the outside world." Tim gave an explanation.

Damian said, "Father, if there is hostility and the negotiation fails, I will never show mercy."

Bruce understood what Damian meant, he nodded, "The time and place of her appearance not been clearly determined, and it is necessary to pay more attention to the night patrol."

Although I was very reluctant and did not accept Bruce's statement, after all, this weirdo was difficult to catch. Even if was not hostile, as long she was a little threatening, she should be taken down instead of negotiating.

However, negotiation and inquiries are indeed helpful. I don't feel threatened by the weirdo. She is just a chatterbox who is talking nonsense. She is not afraid of Batman even Robin. Should I say it's interesting or fearless.

Tim sat in front of the computer and continued to investigate other useful information. Dickhead and Damian seemed to be discussing the next training plan. Bruce just stood beside me in silence.

I took out my phone to check the time. It was already afternoon. I clicked into Y/N's chat room and sent a message to say hello. I wonder where she is now, maybe she is wandering around somewhere in Gotham City.

Y/N POV

When you are in trouble, you are surprised to receive a text message from an unknown number. You click into the chat room to find out what is going on. A familiar motorcycle photo is placed on the profile picture.

🏍️: Hi, Y/N. It's me, Jason.

🐶: Hi!

Save the number now!

🏍️: What are you doing?

🐶: ...

🏍️: What's the matter?

🐶: I'm an idiot...

🏍️: Huh?

🐶: I can't go home...

🏍️: Huh? ! Where are you? !

🐶: *Send current location*

🏍️: Supermarket?

🐶: Help🆘....

🏍️: I'm here to pick you up now! Wait for me!

🐶: Remember to drive a car.

🏍️: Why?

🐶: You must drive a car.

🏍️: …ok

Jason POV

What happened? Did she get into trouble? She's asking me for help? She even sent an SOS notification? Did something happen to the supermarket? But the police didn't receive any notification, and asked me to drive a car there.

"Hey, Timbers. Help me check something happened to this supermarket?" It would be the wisest choice to ask Tim for help at this time. Now his mind is busy with work and he can't leave the computer.

Tim understood and immediately started to investigate my request. Bruce walked over and put his hand on my shoulder. Dickhead and Demon brat followed curiously to see what was going on.

It's damn crowded now. I asked Tim for help. Why did these idiots come to disturb? Bruce on the left and Dickhead on the right. Fortunately, Demon brat was next to Tim.

"Jason, the supermarket you mentioned has not received any alarm and is currently open for business." Tim turned his head and looked at me.

I breathed a sigh of relief. It was a good thing that nothing happened. Maybe Y/N was a road idiot couldn't get home. I couldn't help imagine she was alone in front of the supermarket. I couldn't bear to see it.

"Hey! Bruce!" I looked at Bruce.

Bruce was suddenly startled by my shout, "What's wrong?"

I reached out, "Give me the car keys."

Dickhead lay on my back asked curiously, "Why do you want the car keys? Are you racing?"

"Get off me, I'm going to pick up my..." I suddenly stopped what I was about to say.

"Your what?" Demon brat also joined in the fun.

"Shut up!" I scolded them.

"Is it a friend? Boyfriend? Girlfriend?" Tim suddenly came to interfere.

I glared at them yelled at them, "It's definitely not what you think! Just friends! That's all!"

Dickhead, the idiot, smiled and approached me and said, "You haven't entered that relationship yet, right?"

I pushed him away helplessly, "It's a pity, our relationship is very simple."

"You are nervous when you asked me to check the safety of the place. You are interested in her." Tim smiled faintly.

"I'm not nervous, you idiots!" I was too lazy to pay attention to them and was about to leave.

Damian interrupted, "A caring man, Jason Todd."

"Even you are talking nonsense." I crossed my arms and glared at him.

These guys don't think there's much trouble, they love to gossip about me. I was watching a movie with a girl before, and they happened to find me. They asked me to invite her to the manor for dinner, unfortunately she was just looking for a sex partner, and I just needed to vent.

But this time I really care about Y/N, I don't deny it. I don't know why she just attracted me little by little. I haven't known her for more than 24 hours, and a life-saving message made me restless.

Bruce took out the car keys from his pocket and handed to me, "Here, drive carefully."

Bruce actually took out the car keys and gave them to me without asking me why. I took the car keys from Bruce's hand, took the coat beside and put it on, I turned to look at Bruce, "Thank you." After saying that, I was ready to leave Batcave.

"She is always welcome to our house. If your friend is willing, we can have dinner together." Bruce said this, which surprised me.

"Yes~ Bring it back and have a look~" Dickhead smiled idiotically.

I raised my middle finger "Get lost, idiot," and left the Batcave.

"So arrogant." Damian pouted.

"Compared to you." Tim laughed.

Y/N POV

You didn't expect the first message sent to Jason was a request for help. You thought about it again and again found it very ridiculous. There was really no other way. You didn't have your own car and there were no taxis nearby. You could only ask Jason for help.

You couldn't use your skills to make it easier for yourself in crowded places on the street. If suddenly flew over the eaves or jumped to the opposite building, passers-by would call the police immediately and think you were a terrorist, causing the city to fall into panic.

Night is really a good time to act. There are not many people on the road, only criminals and Batman. Even if they do strange things, they are used to it, just like the first time they met me, sitting on a high place and enjoying it.

Before waiting for Jason come, you looked at the bags of things on the ground. Shopping really makes people happy, you can spend money endlessly even though these daily necessities are only a few dollars.

If Jason saw it, you would probably be scolded by him.... You suddenly sent a message for help, but when he arrived, saw that it was just these things. Maybe he would scold you directly.

While you wait patiently, a dark black luxury car stops in front of you. Its cool exterior design attracts the attention of passersby. If remember correctly, the model of this car is BMW M3. Which rich person drives a luxury car in such a civilian area?

The person who got out of the car as soon as the door opened was your friend Jason Todd. He was driving a motorcycle in the morning, but how come he drove a car in the afternoon? Is he a low-key invisible rich man?

He closed the door, fixed his hair, and walked in front of you. He looked nervous. You were stunned. Who is he? His temperament is different between the morning and the afternoon.

"Sorry for the wait." He said.

You glanced at his handsome face then at the car and blurted out "Where did you steal it?"

He turned his head look at the car then at you and chuckled "Are you serious? Have you ever seen such a handsome car thief?"

"That's not the case. I only saw a narcissistic handsome guy and a car." You told him with a smile.

"That's right, I'm not a car thief. This is just one of the cars."

Hearing "one of the cars", your ears perked up "Huh?!"

He raised his thumb and pointed back at the car "This is my dad's car."

You stared at him with wide eyes "Introduce your dad to me."

"You'd better not have any ideas about my dad." He pressed my head.

"Stingy." You crossed your hands in front of your chest.

After joking, he asked "So your SOS is?"

You pointed to the bag full of daily necessities on the ground "I bought too much. There is no taxi nearby. I can't go home." You turned your head to the side, thinking that he would definitely scold you if he knew the reason for calling him here was this.

He whistled, "Wow, you are really good at shopping." He opened the trunk of the car, walked in front of you and said with a smile, "Thank goodness I'm here, put the things in the trunk first."

You were confused that he didn't scold you, but also helped you put the things in the car considerately. You didn't idle around hurried to help. You handed it to him and he arranged them neatly one by one.

After putting all the things in the car, he closed the trunk, then walked to the passenger seat to open the door for you, with his hand bent in front of his abdomen, like a butler, "Please come in."

His behavior shocked you and also very funny until you two laughed out loud, because it really didn't fit his image at all, and you couldn't imagine such a gentleman Jason.

"Hey, stop laughing, or I'll leave you behind." He said with a smile standing by the car door.

You quickly ran over sat in the passenger seat, fastened your seat belt, "I'm ready."

He put his hand on the car, "Good girl." He closed the car door after saying that.

The interior facilities of the car are very user-friendly, comfortable and spacious, showing a very elegant and noble temperament. The air in the car has a faint minty fragrance, and there is no dust.

Who is Jason's father, what is his identity, there is not only a car in the family, the car also looks clean neat, and there is no mess in the car, which shows that Jason's father is very particular about hygiene.

He got in the car and started the engine, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, and the display screen in the car lit up. He selected a lyrical song and pressed the play button, holding the steering wheel with one hand "So where are we going now?"

"I miss Kirin." You said with a smile.

He laughed out loud "Yes, your pet is waiting for you."

Hearing the words "pet is waiting for you", you pouted and said "Heh! That guy wants to roll on my bed all day long."

He laughed out loud when he heard it. "Hahaha, your bed is comfortable." He opened the display screen again and select the location. "Enter your home address and press the OK button."

You do as he said and pressed the OK button. The distance and time were displayed on the screen. He took a look understood and started to turn the steering wheel to back up the car and turned a corner to drive on the road.

"Thanks, you helped me a lot." You said softly.

"You're welcome, it's just a small matter, just think me as your driver." He smiled.

"You can be my driver, but drive your father's car?"

"My own car at home."

"You don't live with your father?"

He shook his head and felt depressed. "Occasionally I go back to have meal and chat, and I'm working the rest of the time."

"So you're going back to your father's house today?"

He nodded. "Yes, that's why I drove my father's car to pick you up."

You tilted your head. "How many cars do you have?"

"Do you want to include the motorcycle?"

"Give me the total."

He calmed down, flicking the steering wheel with his fingers, muttering something in his mouth, "About 8, 5 motorcycles, 3 cars."

You dropped your jaw in shock, "You are a rich man? Why do you have so many cars?"

"I earned it from work, I didn't steal or rob it." He chuckled.

You stared at him "Hmmm, so suspicious."

"What about you? Unemployed?" He asked.

"Yes."

Just when the traffic light turned red, he stopped the car, "You are also suspicious, unemployed and buying so many things."

His words instantly woke you up, it is indeed suspicious, unemployed but has the spending power, you laughed it off, "The money saved from my previous job."

He turned to you, staring at your face, then focusing his eyes on the scar on your arm, "What's wrong with your arm?"

You covered your arm, which was injured during training, but you couldn't say it out loud, and you felt a little choked up. "Something happened." After saying that, just listened to the song playing in the car silently.

"Sorry, I made you recall it." He apologized, and the traffic light turned green. He stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel to continue driving.

Realizing that the atmosphere had become awkward, Jason's expression looked self-blaming and embarrassed. You didn't want to have a bad relationship with him. After all, he was your first friend in this city.

Jason POV

It's over, the topic has become stagnant. Scars are indeed bad memories, especially for people who care about appearance. No matter how optimistic she is, she should find it difficult to forget the pain she endured.

I also have scars in my heart. I can remember every memory vividly, and sometimes I can even feel the pain. When I wanted to apologize to her again, her next sentence touched me.

She blurted out, "Jason, scars will not make me feel inferior. They are marks that I am proud of." She showed a very optimistic and natural smile, not false or showing off.

My heart suddenly beat, suddenly an inexplicable feeling came over me. Because of my identity, I tried to close myself not show too many emotional fluctuations, but I couldn't do it when facing her.

Even when demon brat asked me what she was to me, I hesitated. In fact, I didn't want to deny Timbers's question of friends or girlfriends. To be precise, I think she and I are friends.

I drove attentively facing forward, when I saw the distance showed that we were about to reach her apartment. I really wanted to tell her before she got off the car that I also had scars on my heart that ached every day, but with her words, I no longer felt the pain.

Y/N POV

From the topic of scars to now, Jason fell into silence, saying nothing and driving with a blank expression. Could it be that Jason also has a sad past that is branded with scars?

Until you arrived at the downstairs of the apartment building, you handed him the access card. After scanning, Jason parked the car in the underground garage. You took off your seat belt saw Jason had not taken off his seat belt yet, holding the steering wheel with both hands as if he had something to say.

"Jason..." You whispered, with your hands on his shoulders.

He loosened his hands and leaned back on the seat. After covering his eyes with his hands and sighing, he put his hands down and looked at you directly. "I also have scars engraved in my heart. They are my lifelong nightmares, but without them, I would not be who I am now. Thank you, Y/N."

You pointed at yourself. "Why me?"

He closed his eyes and chuckled before looking at you. "Your words encouraged me."

"You were silent and I thought you were going to kick me out of the car." You punched his arm.

"Ouch~ It hurts." He joked.

You both get out of the car, he opens the trunk, you take out all your stuff, and arrange them neatly on the ground first, he closes the trunk and locks the car, holding a few bags in his hands.

You are confused "Aren't you going back?"

He carried your things. "If I go back, when will you take these bags?"

"You help me take them up?"

"Of course, I'm your driver, and it's my priority to get you home safely." He looked at the elevator.

It seems that you can't get rid of him, you nodded, carrying the remaining bags, "Follow me."

The two of you stepped into the elevator together, you pressed the button for the 12th floor, and the elevator slowly rose to the floor. After arriving, the elevator door opened, and Jason left first the elevator and stood outside.

"Welcome to the 12th floor." He played the role of a butler.

You stretched out your foot kicked him. "Just now you were a driver, now you are a butler?"

"Haha, I can also be a bodyguard."

This guy is really confident. "It's a pity, I can protect myself, so I don't need a bodyguard~"

"Try not to go out at night." Jason suddenly said seriously.

"Eh?"

He sighed, "Gotham City is not safe."

You understood what he meant and nodded, "I understand."

"If there is any danger, you must tell me the first time."

You tilted your head, "Why? You want to be my bodyguard?"

He chuckled, "I am confident in my skills, at least I can help."

His tone was heavy but he was telling the truth. You nodded and smiled, "I'll have to trouble you to be my bodyguard part-time~"

After you finished talking, you stepped out of the elevator, walked in front of him, led him to your door. The door number was 9. You put the things in your left hand on the ground, took out the house key from your pocket, inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it to unlock it.

Jason opened the door for you, "Welcome home, Miss Y/N."

You were happy to be coaxed by him, "What a gentleman, thank you."

You stepped into the house, stood at the entrance looked at the quiet corridor. You shouted into the house, "Kirin yo Kirin~"

"Woof woof!" Your corgi rushed over and circled around your legs.

"Jason, let me introduce you. He is the corgi dog Kirin. Kirin, this is your new friend Jason." You put everything on the dining table.

Jason came and put the things down, then squatted on the ground stretched out his hand to Kirin, "Hey, Kirin."

Kirin was smelling Jason's scent, just like he did the same to you when you first adopted him. After getting familiar with Jason's scent, he circled around Jason.

"Jason, go sit in the living room first, I'll sort these things out."

Kirin ran to your side and circled around you, barking non-stop to attract your attention. But you were busy sorting things out didn't pay much attention to him. You took all the kitchen utensils and ingredients from the dining table into the kitchen and put them away neatly.

"Do you want my help?" He approached the dining table and put his hands on the table.

You leaned against the kitchen door "You're off work today."

"Woof!"

"Kirin, I'll accompany you after I'm done, okay~"

Jason nodded slightly "Okay, in that case. Kirin, since mommy busy, we play together, okay?" He picked Kirin up.

Kirin licked Jason's face with his tongue to show his friendliness.

You laughed out loud "Mommy? Did I hear you right?"

He shook his shoulders "You raise it, you are the mother, am I wrong?"

Kirin barked.

"Kirin agrees with me." Jason looked at Kirin and smiled.

You smiled and nodded "Okay. Have fun. Don't let Kirin bite the table, you can use the TV." Then you walked into the kitchen.

Jason POV

I carried Kirin to the living room and took a look at what the home of a girl living alone looks like. It was a three-bedroom, one-living-room house. The walls and floors were all dominated by wood color.

The simple and stylish white sofa, the dark black coffee table, and the monotonous brown carpet, all the furniture were matched with fresh and elegant wood color, which was in line with her aesthetic orientation.

I put Kirin on the sofa and sat next to him and stroked his furry hair. I took out my phone and saw a bunch of messages from Dickhead. I really didn't want to pay attention to his messages, but I still clicked in to read them.

Dickhead: Did you have fun with your friends?

Jason: Fuck you.

Dickhead: Male? Female?

Jason: None of your business.

Dickhead: What are you doing in the apartment?

Jason: The fuck?

Dickhead: Bruce's car has a tracking system.

Jason: Damn...

Dickhead: What are you doing?

Jason: Nothing.

Dickhead: Are you two done? !

Jason: We didn't do anything!

I put my phone away and continued to have fun with Kirin.

Y/N POV

After everything was put away, you took out the blueberries and grapes from the refrigerator, washed and placed them on a plate, then put the tea bag in the teapot and brewed the tea. You took the plate of fruit, the brewed tea and the teacup to the living room.

You placed them on the coffee table, and you pressed the lid of the teapot to pour the tea into the cup, carefully handing the poured tea to Jason to avoid pouring or spilling it.

He took the teacup with one hand, put it in his mouth to drink a sip of the warm tea, and then took a few blueberries put them in his mouth to chew. You went back to the kitchen to get a bag of dog biscuits and poured them into the dog bowl, "Kirin~ It's time to eat."

Kirin jumped off the sofa and rushed to the bowl eat crazily after hearing this. Jason was surprised to see Kirin's big appetite. This is Kirin's daily life.

You sat next to Jason and took the fruit plate in your hand, put the grapes into your mouth one by one and chewed slowly, "Finally done."

"Well done." He took a grape and put it in his mouth to chew.

"No work today?"

"The driver and butler's work has been completed, the only work left is the night work."

"Night work?" You are curious.

He smiled and said, "I work the night shift,mostly."

"Haha, so you can work part-time as my driver and butler." You chewed a blueberry and handed the fruit plate to Jason.

He took the fruit plate and said, "I'm curious why you immigrated to Gotham City? Isn't there a better choice?"

You leaned on the sofa and thought about it, not knowing how to answer. You were expelled from the organization and exiled to Gotham City, but this is not what you should say. If you say it, Jason doesn't know how he will react. He might think you are crazy.

"I want to live the life I want to live in a place where no one knows me." You look at Jason.

You two looked at each other and Jason's eyes returned to the fruit plate. "I understand. We all have bad experiences."

You wonder if SHINOBI companions still remember you. Since you moved here, you have been missing the past every moment. Even if ninjas are solitary warriors, they still care about each other. "Jason, if I suddenly leave one day, will you miss me?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Literally..." You lifted your legs and hugged them, resting your head on your knees.

Jason's expression was obviously confused by your topic. Such a heavy topic suddenly became difficult for anyone to digest. It was also a kind of pressure to push your heavy burden on others.

You turned your head look at Jason and noticed his expression very serious. You realized you said the wrong thing. You was thinking about how to change the topic, but Jason interrupted your thinking.

"If you leave, I will find you." He said this in a gentle voice.

"I was just joking."

"Whether it's a joke or serious, since you asked, I will give you an answer. I will find you. This is what I can do and my answer."

Your heart was moved by Jason's gentleness. You looked out the window awkwardly and at a loss. You scratched your head and didn't know how to respond. You had never experienced such a sudden change.

"Umm, Y/N..."

"What's the matter?" You turned to him.

He told you with a serious look, "I'm serious."

For some reason, you felt a warm sensation on your cheeks. When you looked at Jason again, his serious expression had turned into a gentle smile. Compared to before and now, this is the first time you have so many complicated emotions.

"Thank you, Jason."

"Woof!" Kirin ran to the sofa and barked after finishing his meal.

"Hey, Kirin. Are you full? Are the dog biscuits prepared by mommy delicious?" Jason left the sofa squatted in front of Kirin, picked him up and coaxed him.

"Woof!" Kirin licked Jason's face as if he was acting cute to him.

"Very good, very good, you are the best." Jason coaxed Kirin like a father.

When you moved in alone, there was no other sound except Kirin's barking and sound of the TV. Jason's arrival turned this home into a warm and happy space.

You left the sofa and squatted next to Jason. "Kirin likes you very much."

"Hahaha, I think so too."

"Okay, Kirin, hold mommy." You clapped your hands and called Kirin.

Kirin looked at you and fell into Jason's arms.

You clenched your fists "This dog traitor! He actually ignored me! I'm your mommy!

Jason realized and immediately protected Kirin. "Mommy, calm down."

"How can I calm down! I am the one who feeds it every day!"

Kirin jumped out of Jason's arms and ran away, leaving you two laughing in the living room. The scene of Kirin running away in fear was so funny that you two laughed so hard.

"Stinky traitor, roast him next time." You said with a smile.

"Go easy on him, mommy." Jason stood up.

You sat on the floor "I know, you spoil him too much."

"Who told him to be around me."

Jason's phone rang. You couldn't see whose name it was, but Jason's expression became serious. He avoided you went to the kitchen answer the call. You sat on the floor in the living room continued to drink tea.

After a while, Jason came out of the kitchen, sighed, there was only a faint smile on his face. You realized that he was troubled, but he didn't say anything, just leaned against the kitchen door look at his phone.

You stood up walked to his side. He noticed that you were approaching immediately put the phone back in his pocket. You noticed that he rarely used his phone in front of you and tried to turn off the silent mode, especially when you two were alone.

"Work?"

He nodded "Yeah."

You poked him with your arm "Keep it up."

"I will. Bye."

He sat in the hallway put on his boots. He turned the doorknob to open it. He didn't leave directly, but just stood quietly outside the door.

He looked reluctant and said "I'm leaving first."

"Yeah." You nodded.

"Remember, call me first if anything."

"I know, I've remembered it."

"Good girl."

After saying that, he took the first step to leave. You reached out and took his arm. You didn't know why your body suddenly lost control. What should you do at this time?

"Y/N? What's wrong?"

"Jason..."

"I'm here."

"Call me again." You smiled at him.

He chuckled "Sure, I promise."

"Bye." You both said goodbye at the same time. He left your house. You closed and locked the door. When you returned to the living room, you turned on the TV sat on the sofa.

"So quiet..." You look at the two teacups on the coffee table.

Jason POV

I left the elevator and went back to the car, leaning back on the seat, closing my eyes and thinking about the happiness I had just experienced. I felt this moment was really short, I wanted to stay there. I felt the place where she was, was my safe haven.

I felt I was selfish. I had things I should do, so did she. Every day I faced various dangerous situations. If I stayed with her long time, I might not be able to predict her safety.

Now a Cyber Ninja has come to this city, it is still unknown whether it will pose any threat. I know nothing about that weirdo, and I should not understand.

But the feeling of uneasiness always surged in my heart. What should I do if Joker chooses her? I clenched the steering wheel with both hands. When I thought of that psychopath Joker, I broke out in cold sweat.

"No!" I shouted, because I knew very well the psychopath's target was me. He wanted use me to cause conflict between me and Batman, he wanted to use my hand to overthrow Batman.

I will never let this happen, I will never let anyone hurt her. Only she is different. She dares to show her scars even though she has them on her body. Her smile and voice are my salvation.

Only she...

"Ding!" A message alert sound brought me back to a calm state. I took out my phone saw it was a message from her. I clicked on it saw she sent a photo of Kirin sleeping. I saved the photo.

I laughed out loud, "Hahaha, so funny."

After calming down, I drove out of the apartment and returned to the manor. I told myself as long as I was still maintaining the peace of the city, I could go to see her with peace of mind, and she could live in peace.

Chapter 3 End.

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