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i-am-cholera · 2 years ago
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buglaur · 5 months ago
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i've been playing the game in my own time but i gotta share this lil angel cus she's the cutest toddler my sims have ever had
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lcs-scar · 7 months ago
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Went past a bridge and guess who I saw
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aqqleshiqqing-archive · 2 years ago
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hi
I'll let this one slide since I miss being here
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chaoticwriting · 19 days ago
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YOU ARE MARRIED!!??3
Part 2
It's been a week since Ellie arrived at the manor. All the guests from the night of Ellie's arrival had already returned by that night. And so far, they haven't managed to pry open any more information about their brother-in-law from Ellie that they already didn't know of.
Currently, Ellie is sitting in the living room drawing on her green notebook while eating fruit snacks that Alfred prepares. Cass is watching over her, occasionally asking her what she is drawing.
Except for Cass and Alfred, everyone else is either at work or at school. Suddenly, a portal opens and comes out Cujo with a bag that has Ellie's name on it. So far, Cujo has been delivering Ellie's essential almost everyday for the past week. Whenever Ellie or Cass ask him about Danny, Cujo just shakes his head meaning either he doesn't know or he can't tell them.
Cujo also never stays for long and just jumps away whenever his delivery is done. But to their surprise, Cujo is not alone today. A woman in punk clothing and blue flaming hair follows after Cujo holding a guitar in her hand. Ellie perks up when she sees Ember coming out of the portal.
Ellie: Aunt Ember!
Ember: Hey Ellie. How are you doing? I assume you have been eating well.
Ellie: Yes! Everyone is so nice. Alfred always brings me snacks if I want to and grandpa Bruce buys me a lot of things.
Ember: Good good. I'm just here to say hi and check up on you. Your papa has been worrying a lot since he sent you here.
Ellie: Aunt Ember, when will papa finish his job? I miss him.
Ember: I don't know but for now you stay with your mama, okay? I will tell your papa to deal with his job quicker.
Ellie: Okay. :(
Ember then turns towards Cass and smiles at her.
Ember: Hey Cass. I'm Ember. Danny's friend. Sorry about the late greetings.
Cass: It's fine. About Danny, can I know what his job actually is?
Ember: Errmm, it's not that I don't want to tell. It's just I feel like you should ask him directly since even I don't know what his actual job is. Usually, Clockwork just calls him and off him go to wherever or whenever he sends him.
Cass: I see. But can I know if he is okay?
Ember: As far as I can tell, he is fine. Clockwork hasn't asked any of us for back up yet, so his mission is probably going well.
Suddenly, Bruce enters the living room seeing Ember and Cass talking.
Bruce: Why hello there miss. How can I help you?
Ember: *Stares*
Bruce: Errmm, miss?
Ember: You are that guy that got sent back and forth in time wasn't it? I remember your face from one of Danny's missions.
Bruce: What?
Ember: Yeah. You are Bruce Wayne, right? The Batman.
Bruce: How do you know about me?
Ember: It's not hard when your bestfriend is the one that helps one of his favorite heroes to escape forced time travel.
Bruce: Danny helps me back then?
Ember: Yeah. But at that time, he was mostly chasing after Plasmius. It is a coincidence he met you so he sent you back home first before he continued chasing Plasmius.
Cass: This Plasmius guy, how dangerous is he?
Ember: Ehh, depends on his sanity to be honest. One day, he might come to just fight you, another day he might try to release an interdimensional tyrant from his long slumber. So it's really random.
Cass: And this time?
Ember: Oh did Ellie tell you they are chasing Plasmius? I don't actually know what he is planning this time. Clockwork is being his cryptid ass again and not telling the whole story.
Bruce: Is this Clockwork safe?
Ember: Well, he is okay. I think he adopted Danny at one point so you could call him his adopted parents. But Danny also has real parents so there is that. Overall, he wouldn't allow any significant harm to fall onto Danny or anyone close to him unless he knows that is the best solution possible.
Ember: Oh well, I need to go now. Have a concert to attend to. Bye Ellie.
Ellie: Bye Aunt Ember! Bye Cujo!
Cujo gives out a bark and opens a portal. Both of them enter the portal and disappear from the living room. Bruce has that serious calculating look on his face while Cass just takes everything and processes them. She trusts his husband's judgement. And since she is with Cujo and Danny trusts Cujo, that means whoever Ember is, she is probably a friend.
Bruce goes to his study to enter the Batcave, while Cass and Ellie continue playing in the living room.
-Somewhere else-
A young man with white hair and black and white hazmat suit is flying across an urban city as he chases after a vampire-like older man that is holding a bracelet giving off a green light.
Danny: Give me the bracelet, Plasmius!
Plasmius: You gotta take it from my own hand, little badger!
Danny shoots an ecto beam towards Plasmius as he dodges the attack coming from Danny. Danny being agitated, tries to fly faster but he is already going as fast as he can.
'I wish I could just appear in front of him.'
Suddenly, Danny's vision goes black and when his vision comes again, he sees Plasmius rushing to him. Plasmius is shocked to see Danny suddenly in front of him and tries to maneuver away from him, but at such close distance, there is no way for him to outrun Danny.
Catching his wrist, Danny puts a collar that Clockwork specifically made for Plasmius. Plasmius turns back into a human and if not for Danny holding his wrist, would have fallen down from the sky.
Danny, seeing Plasmius unconscious, processes what just happened. Did he just teleport? How? He doesn't even know how to open a portal. He kind of just wishes it and it happened.
A green portal appears in front of him, cutting off his thoughts. Danny sighs as he doesn't even know what is going on. He should probably return first and ask Clockwork what is happening.
Part 4
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dribs-and-drabbles · 6 months ago
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Yes to Golden Blood filming. Yes to having their glorious faces back on our screens. And yes to the manspreading vampires. But I hate (affectionate) that my brain instantly goes "I know that shirt" 🤦🏽‍♀️ Goddammit.
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#MyGoldenBloodQ1
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mx-pastelwriting · 2 months ago
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Euphoric Entanglement
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- 3K Follower Post Celebration! This fic is one of three! Thank you guys so much again for enjoying my writing! Definitely worth the long nights of tears and sleep deprivation! K LUV YOU BYE!!! NOW ENJOY THE HALF BROKEN SPAGHETTI NODDLE!!!
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Viktor x GN!Reader
Summary: Nervously moving over to his place after a date making do with his small dorm bed for your first time together.
Warnings: Established Relationship, Smut, Mention of Spit
Minors do not interact!
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Watching as Viktor fumbled with the key to his dorm, breath heavy, having pulled away from your lips seconds ago. Hand planted on your hip, giving him support, while you're on, look out.
Having finished your date late, you both nervously danced around the subject of going back to one of your places, both deciding on his, as you had roommates who would love to put their ears up to the door.
Growing impatient with Viktor, quickly taking over his shaky attempt, finally getting the key in before kissing his lips and dragging him in. Not bothering to look around the dorm, only to shut the door behind you, making sure the door is locked.
Feeling Viktor's hand guide you through to the bed by your hips, with one small nudge you fall onto the bed. Taking in the view of Viktor's breathless state, cheeks highlighted pink, hair messed from your hungered hands that pulled the dark locks that earned moans that hummed in the kiss.
Glancing down at his hands that still tightly gripped your hips, keeping you lined with the growing outline of his cock. Taking the lead, Viktor leans down, smashing his lips against yours again, tasting the hunger and heat they fed you while his hips rocked you.
Shaky at first, but quickly finding his rhythm as muffled moans poured out of both of you. Fingers dug into his shoulders and scalp as he pulled your hips down, needing the heated friction against his clothed cock.
Eyes closed, going only by feeling, the bed dipping next to your shoulder as Viktor's hands traveled down fingers, playing roughly with the hem of your clothing. Releasing your nails from his shoulder, helping the eager man to undo them, with a pop of a button, you slide them off. Refusing to leave your lips, he undid his, refusing to let you look at his cock as he struggles nervously trying to find his way into you.
Brows furrowing as his cock finally slides into you, awaking every nerve, slowly flooding up to your face, the heat mixed with tears that brimmed at the edges of your eyes. Releasing from his lips, digging your head back into the thick sheets, smelling of Viktor.
Tilting your head to the side with hands gripping Viktor's body as he too is overwhelmed by the rush of pleasure, forcing his recovery with shaky thrusts, feeling as if he were to crumble by going any faster.
Though slow, he carved deeply into you, flooding not only your senses by month with thin spit pooling around your tongue as if drooling at the euphoric entanglement, while thicker spit covered your teeth and lips stretching with your open mouth as you gasped loudly calling for your Viktor.
Finding a spot in the nook of your neck, lips warmly dancing along your skin, lips just as hungry as his hips as they found their supported rhythm. Moans growing a loud echo in the box-size dorm room followed along with the sound of the small bed squeezing under the harsh movement of Viktor's thrusts.
Thighs slapping against your skin as moans crawled up your throat, leaving your vocal cords raw and hoarse, almost buzzing. Suddenly feeling as Viktor's hand leaves your hip, now pulling your face down, forcing your lips to collide, spit mixing as his thrust became sloppy and unstable.
Choked gasps echoed into the rough kiss as Viktor's buckled hips pulled away, hand no longer on your face but on his cock pumping cum onto your skin. Quickly becoming exhausted, all the bliss of adrenaline now disappearing into the night, leaving you both sweaty and out of breath with an itch for more lingering.
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cloakedsparrow · 1 year ago
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Clark calls the Batcave.
Jason: Hello?
Clark: Robin? It's Superman.
Jason: Yeah, you were ID'd before I even answered. What's up?
Clark: Uh, I stopped at a store after flying back into town and bumped into someone from work. We walked out together, so I had to pretend my car was stolen, but it's still at my apartment building. I wanted to know if Batman had any ideas for a cover.
Jason: Oh, no worries. I got you.
Clark: What do you mean?
Jason: I'll take care of it.
Clark: Oh...kay. Thank you, Robin.
Jason: No sweat!
Later, Clark discovers his car truly is missing. It's found with the tires, stereo, and catalytic converter removed, the wiring stripped, and the hood ornament knocked off. The police tell him that, sadly, this sort of thing has been happening more and more, even in their fine city.
Clark calls again.
Jason: Hey! Did everything work out with your car story?
Clark: Yes, thank you, Jason.
Jason: Great! Swing by later and I'll give you your cut.
Clark: You mean the missing parts of my car?
Jason: What? No. That shit's serial numbered. The cops would think you were pulling an insurance scam or somethin' if you put it back and anyone noticed. I sold the parts to a chop shop here.
Clark: You sold-?
Jason: Don't worry, my guy ain't a snitch. Your secret's safe!
Clark: ...Thanks.
Jason: No problem. I had to tell him you needed the car disappeared 'cause you were cheating on your old lady so he wouldn't think it was tied to something too bad, though.
Clark: I'll keep that in mind.
Jason: Oh, hey, B's here. You wanna talk to him?
Clark: Yes, please.
Jason: Cool. Talk to you later!
Clark: Bye, Jason.
Bruce: Clark.
Clark: I take it you know what happened?
Bruce: Yes. You learned a valuable lesson, didn't you?
Clark: Next time, I will definitely ask how he intends to take care of it.
Bruce: Good. I don't want my son arrested because he was doing you a favor.
Clark: I had no idea he was going to strip my car and sell the parts to a chop shop!
Bruce: You know how I found him. You knew the risks.
Clark: ...
Bruce: And you're letting him keep your cut.
Clark: Of course.
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devotedfem · 3 months ago
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«Scream»
Synopsis: It's late and you're watching horror movies. But someone's calling you, a weirdo asking you questions about classic horror films. Nothing was wrong until he started to threat you, and when you hang up the phone you realized there's murderers wearing ghostface masks in your house.
Maknae line (poly) x f. Reader
2.7K words.
Genre: Scream au | yander-ish.
Tags: psycopaths maknae line, mind games, psychological terror, murderers (implied but not described), betrayal, the maknae line are a menace here, emotional conflict, delusional maknae line, angry reader, very VERY dubious consent (coercion is not consent so read with caution), happy ending for them not for reader, smut, overstimulation.
A/N: I'm so sorry for disappearing for literally a month, i moved to another country and life has been very stressful lately, so yeah i took a break from writing but here i am again, writing lots of vminkook p0rn. Hope you enjoy!
From the series masterlist; Final girl.
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You’re eating popcorn, resting on your couch with your feet up on the armchair. You took a gulp of your coke can without breaking your gaze from the tv screen, you startled staining your shirt when the slasher appeared from nowhere, you cursed under your breath taking off your shirt but before you can go to your room to change, your phone vibrated with notifications. You turned them off because the boys always get annoying on the weekends.
You opened the group chat, rolling your eyes when you see the 123 unread messages.
Group chat: Y/n and the homos.
Jiminie: Guys can u please stfu for a moment, I wanna sleep but u don’t stop talking shit.
You: let’s kicked them out of the group Jiminie, I swear I can’t even watch a movie in peace.
Jjk: u two r so fcking boring.
Tae: right? Like can u two at least read what were talking abt.
You: we’re*
Jiminie: lol
Jjk: Guys this is serious, there’s a sicko killing people wearing a ghostface mask.
You: Ghostface masks are hot.
Tae: ??
Jjk: ???????
Jiminie: ik right
You: Anyway, maybe is just a rookie killer without imagination, like it’s Halloween and there’s a lot of sickos around here. Just closed ur doors and don’t be a pussy.
Tae: I’m literally speechless.
Jiminie: Bye I’m sleeping, stfu.
Jjk: we warned u.
You dropped your phone on the couch, walking to your kitchen to make more popcorn. You missed the plot twist of the movie because of your friend’s annoying group chat.
You were on your bra and pajama pants, not caring about anything in the world. Until your home phone rings in your kitchen making you stop immediately. You frowned tilting your head to the side, watching the old home phone still ringing. It’s being ages since someone called to that number, you didn’t even know that the ancient thing was still working.
“Odd,” you murmured to yourself, answering the phone.
“Hello?”
You heard a heavy breath on the other side of the phone. The person says nothing back, making you frown.
“Who’s this? And why are you calling to this number?” Your patience was running thin ice.
“I’m watching you,” said a man with a low voice.
You rolled your eyes with annoyance.
“Is this a prank? Don’t call to this number again or I’ll fuck you up.”
You were about to hang up the phone but a deep chuckle from the man stopped you. Why does he sound familiar to you?
“Are you watching Friday the 13th?” He taunted. His voice sounded odd, like if he was lowering it purposely.
Your stomach sink with dread, your heart rate speed up when you heard from the tv the slasher killing people.
“What if I do?” You gritted between teeth, keeping an eye on your surroundings. You won’t show fear to that weirdo.
 “Let’s play a game, I’ll ask you some questions about horror movies. And if you answer wrong, I’ll kill you.”
Your eyes widened by his words, you were about to hang up and call the police but the other man was quicker than you.
“If you hang up or try to touch your fucking phone I’ll slice your neck,” the threat made you freeze on your place, the wire of the home phone wouldn't let you move far away anyway.
You felt your eyes sting up with tears by fear. You remember Jungkook and Taehyung warning.
Your breath turned shallow and your grip on the home phone started to tremble. You felt cornered and scared.
“What’s the identity of the masked killer of Scream?”
You inhaled deep, this one was easy.
“Uhm, his name was Billy, Sidney’s boyfriend.”
Your eyes roamed your kitchen, watching your surroundings again with dread and fear.
“Good.”
You couldn’t help but frown again because he sounded so familiar to you, but you can’t pinpoint of whom that voice belongs to.
“Last one; what’s the plot twist of Friday the 13th?”
Fucking fucker.
This time your eyes blurred by unshed tears because of how nervous and panicked you felt. You’ve never been good at dealing with strong emotions, even when you try to act tough, in your insides you’re very easy to scare and intimidate.
“I- please i-I don’t know,” you stuttered with quivering lips, you feel like having a panic attack.
“Look behind you, sweetheart.”
Your breath hitched sharply, you turned your neck to look behind you, widening your eyes and screaming at the top of your lungs when you saw a man in your kitchen, wearing a ghostface mask and waving his unoccupied hand at you.
And then you run.
And he did it too.
You grabbed your phone from the couch, noticing with horror how the SIM card was missing. But you didn’t have time to linger about that thought.
You listened to his steps chasing you from behind, making you run faster by the increase of adrenaline pumping your veins.
You tried to open the front door of your house, but it didn’t budge. You were home alone, your parents went out in a trip.
You were fucked up.
Without any more options, you climbed the staircases hiding in a bathroom.
You try texting your parents but it was past midnight and your phone didn’t have its sim card, so you can’t call neither text.
That’s why you opened the app where you and your friends have the group chat.
Group chat: Y/n and the homos.
You: CALL THE POLICE THERE’S SOMEONE IN MY HOUSE AND THEYTOOKMYSIM CARD
Jjk: y/n? what the fuck, that’s not funny.
You: PLEASE IM NOT JOKING AND I CANTK CALLM THEPLICE
Tae: are you being serious right know?
Jiminnie: you guys again?
Jjk: Y/n’s saying there’s someone in her house but she can’t call the police but she can chat with us lol.
You: GUYS PLEASEIMSERIUS PLEASE HES COMING I NEED YOUR HELP CALL THE POLICE!!!!!!!!!!!
Tae: dude writing in capitals won’t make your prank more credible
You screamed into your hand with frustration, pulling your hairs out and weeping with fear, you wanted to smash your head against the tiles by exasperation. They weren’t taking you seriously.
Then you half open the door quietly, watching the murderer roaming the hallway. When he turned his back to you, distracted on his phone, you took yours to snap a picture of him.
Group chat: Y/n and the homos.
You: *send picture*
You: THIS IS HIM HES INMYHOUSE
Jjk: what the fuck
You: JUNGKOOK IM HAVINGAPANICK ATTACK CALL THE FUCKING POLICE OR ILL KILL YOU MYSELF
Tae: Damn no need to be so harsh y/n, calm down.
You: CALL THE POLICE YOU MORONS
Jiminnie: u guys r so annoying
You: jiminniehelp me please please please im scared imnot lying
Jjk: y/n you’re making me worry, aren’t you fucking with us?
You: NOO!!!!!!!!
Tae: oh well, then we should do something abt it
You: OFC U IDIOT
Jjk: yeah ur right tae, what we should do?
You: CALLTHEPOLICE?????!!!!!!!!
Tae: u think so?
Jjk: mm not so sure
Tae: and u Jiminnie, what do u think?
You: guys whats happening, please im scared
Jiminnie: I think I’ll go and help my y/n.
You frowned with trembling hands, tasting the saltiness of your silent tears. You were about to throw up and insult them again but the bathroom’s door opening made you jump with fear.
“Here you are.”
In any other circumstance you would scream and run for your life, you would grab something from the bathroom to throw it at him and save your life. But none of that happened, you stayed in your spot freeze, maybe because you were having a panic attack, but even then your primal instincts should fuel you to run. But that wasn’t the reason of your frozen state. Not at all. It was the fact that you recognized that voice.
“You… are you…”
Then the murderer took off his ghostface mask, tilting his head to the side and making your heart shatter.
“Yes my y/n?”
Jimin, fucking Park Jimin.
The deep fear was replaced by ugly hurt and anger. You saw red, walking towards him with your fists clenched, you punched him on his shoulder but he didn’t budge.
“How dare you scared me like that! You think is funny?! I hate you so much, I don’t want to see your fucking face ever again. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, with angry tears streaming to your chin.
“You thought I was joking?” he asked with mirth, the dark glint in his eyes turned your stomach with dread.
“Just get out Jimin,” you said tired and hurt.
“Y/n, I’m here to kill you-”
And just by that your fear came back twice as hard, your ears buzzed clogging up Jimin’s next words.
You ignored your throat lump of hurt and betrayal, you felt numb while running away from him, hiding in one of the bottom’s cabinets of your kitchen.
You wrapped your arms around your legs, pulling your knees to your chest. You cried until you felt your eyes swelling.
“Y/n? Baby where are you?”
Your eyes widened at Taehyung’s sweet voice calling for you.
You didn’t think twice before opening the cabinet and throwing yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Taehyung chuckled hugging you back as hard, stroking your hair while you’re crying on his neck.
“There there, nothing bad will happen to you.”
The shinning knife in Taehyung’s other hand knocked some sense into you. The realization of your reality hit you hard making you gasp and break the hug in a flash, you watched him with your jaw set and your eyes showing the deep hurt and betrayal you felt inside.
Taehyung foxy smile widened on his lips, he pouted when you took a step back from him.
“I won’t hurt you, I promise,” he said softly, biting his bottom lip to stop a smirk.
You let him come closer to you just a step, and then you blow his head with a pan making him whimper with pain. You used his moment of confusion to run away past him.
You opened a window to get out of your house, your ears were buzzing by the raw adrenaline pumping your veins like liquid fire.
You were so, so close to reach your car until you’re not. The next thing you know is that you’re falling face down on the floor by a body launching at your back. You groaned with pain, feeling the body pinning you to the ground by its weight.
“Caught you,” Jungkook’s voice taunted against your ear, sounding out of breath.
You screamed at the top of your lungs, making Jungkook cursed under his breath. He covered your mouth quickly, lifting your body to take you inside the house again.
Your eyes were too swollen by the amount of tears you shed tonight, you were tired and hurt by their sick game.
Jungkook sat on your couch with you on his lap, one arm wrapped around your naked waist to pull you against his chest.
“Isn’t she so cute?” asked Jimin sighing dreamily, you felt acid rage running your veins. You felt like being mocked on.
“A little feisty, but pretty.” Taehyung sat beside you on the couch, his forehead dripping a little bit of blood. You smiled wide at his wound.
“Did it hurt?” You pointed to his forehead, he simply nodded with the corner of his lips curling down.
“Good,” you grinned with hatred.
“Now now, no need to be mean to our Taetae.” Jimin squatted before you, stroking your cheek even when you flinched your face away with disgust.
“No need to be fucking weirdos either, if you want to kill me do it already.” And then you literally spat on Jimin’s face, but to your horror and disgust he grinned wide tasting your drool with his tongue.
You wanted to throw up at the nasty sight.
“Sweetheart, we don’t want to hurt you, even less kill you,” chuckled lowly Jungkook behind you, his grip on your waist tightened a little.
“What? But Jimin said-“
“I didn't say anything, silly. You didn't even let me finish before running away,” Jimin sighed standing up, getting out of the living room and leaving you there feeling totally lost.
“Then… why are you guys doing this?” You whispered weakly, feeling way more unease than before.
“You’ll see.” Whispered back Taehyung near your ear, chuckling when you flinched.
And you did see it.
Jimin dragged your parent’s tied bodies to the floor of the living room, making your stomach sink with horror and dread.
“We came here to kill them.” Grinned proudly Jimin, kicking your dad’s side when he tried to wiggle out of his ties.
“Why!? Leave them alone they did nothing wrong!” You shouted at the top of your lungs, so loud that your throat hurt.
Jimin’s face morphed into an enraged scowl. He walked towards you in two large steps, gripping your chin up roughly. His jaw was set and his gaze hard.
“Shut up, before I cut your tongue.” He hissed with fury swimming in his brown eyes.
You whimpered afraid, recoiling into Jungkook’s chest unconsciously. Jimin’s always been scary when he’s pissed off, but never to this point.
Jimin’s face softened immediately at your fearful expression, you saw a hint of regret in his gaze.
“Hey, don’t scare her.” Jungkook snapped soothing you when you cried, he hugged you tightly. But his soft kiss on your temple didn’t comfort you at all, it only made you wailed harder with disgust.
“Puh-please just… leave us alone, what do you want?” You asked with labored breaths, you looked up hopeless at Jimin.
“Hyung,” warned Taehyung darkly. He sounded on edge by your cries.
“We want you.” Said Jimin with a cold voice.
“And we’re pissed at your parents for lying to you about us.” Continued Jungkook with a thick angered voice.
“So, we came here to teach them a lesson.” Grinned widely Taehyung like a sadist.
It was nothing new that your parents didn’t like your friends, they always told you to get away from them. You never listened to your parents because you thought they were saying bullshit, but you damn regretted not listening to them. They were right about these sickos.
“So you just want me.” You deadpan.
“Yep.” You listened behind you.
“Okay fine, do whatever you want with me. But. Let. Them. Go.” You gritted between teeth, pointing at your parents passed out on the floor.
The living room went silent at your words, the hush made you feel unease.
Jimin squatted in front of you again, this time, giving you the meanest and sadistic grin you’ve ever seen before.
“Take her up.” He ordered lowly, piercing his heavy and intimidating gaze on you, then his eyes dropped slowly to stare at your naked torso, gaze darkening and fixated on your chest. You felt your cheeks heating up by embarrassment, you felt self-conscious.
Your throat lump and your stomach turned when Jungkook carried you up to your room. Taehyung coo when he saw your silent tears streaming from your eyes.
Jungkook laid you down on the mattress rather softly, making your heart shatter. They were your best friends. The acid betrayal you felt burning your chest and throat was too painful to bear.
You weren’t surprised when you saw your SIM card on your nightstand.
“Stop looking so miserable, we’re not hurting you.” Jungkook said on the defensive. His scowl only angered you, but another part of you enjoyed to see that your disgust affected him.
“You fucking hurt my parents, chase me in my own house and manipulated me to let you fuck me! I have all the right in the world to feel and look miserable!” You felt your vocal cords ripping by your loud scream.
Jungkook and you stared at each other with labored breaths, you didn’t break your gaze in challenge, until you heard Jimin’s giggles.
“Tied her to the bed,” he said with a smile, making your stomach turn.
You closed your eyes, if they wanted to have their way with you, so it be. But you’ll be just a dull body under them, you choose to dissociate rather than to be present for them.
“None of that, open your eyes.” Taehyung growled gripping harshly your chin.
Your breath hitched when you felt a hand wrapping your neck, making your eyes open in a flash.
And the image above you freeze your entire body.
The three of them were staring down at you with hunger on their eyes, you saw their pretty faces coming closer to yours, smiling like the devils they were.
Ready to wreck you.
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standamianwayne · 2 months ago
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yandere!batfam/damian’s twin!reader
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stepmom selina anyone?? anyone interested in some stepmom selina?? (me, i am)
i feel like selina would be such a girl mom but also i have this image of damian’s twin being like his opposite. sooo i think the dynamic between her and selina would be fun cause it’s like black sheep & white sheep.
selina would try and teach her the art of stealth and reader would teach her the art of idk friendship?? no but fr i feel like reader and selina would be such a fun duo. bruce’s girls tbh like they team up and they’re unstoppable. also can you imagine the boy advice selina would give? “yeah just steal one of his prized possessions and he’ll come after you. works every time 😏” like okay thanks queen! in terms of like yandere behavior, i feel like she’s one to plant the little seeds of doubt in reader’s mind about others. like “aw sweetie it’s okay, you’re way too good for them! you never do anything wrong 🥹.” meanwhile the person in question is filing for bankruptcy cause their valuables are gone.
barbara is so ‘cool older sister’ coded it’s actually insane. she’s incredibly smart and good with tech, plus she’s really pretty and cool as hell??? reader is like “hiii hello hiii ” and she INSTANTLY becomes her newest role model.
her like ‘yandereness’ would probably be similar to tim’s but instead of trying to keep reader home, she more so just watches her. like if reader wants to go to a party and it’s on a bad corner of town, barbs will give her directions to go to avoid the most trouble. probably the least likely to kill someone tbh i just can’t see her doing it.
reader and cassandra they were both raised by assassins so they probably bond over that and then how life is after leaving. it’s canon that cass can speak (which we’ve seen her do) but she uses body language instead of words. with this, i like to think that she can teach reader how to read people easier. you know, as a little bonding activity! also damian is canonically good with music (the violin specifically i believe), so reader is likely the same. so now just imagine reader playing an instrument while cass dances 🙏.
cass’s type of yandere is mostly just watching from the shadows. like reader brings a boyfriend home and cass is in the corner standing like mothman. if anyone does reader wrong TRUST cass will be kicking the hell out of them 🙏🙏.
stephanie, like duke, is the closest to the normal sibling experience one can get 😭 but tbh i see her as being more as a best friend that’s a ‘sister figure.’ plus i like stephcass so screw you that’s canon now. having improvised fashion shows at 4am, gossiping about everything and everyone (which she then tells cass but shhhh), having self care days like that’s her bff! with steph i feel like she’s not the type to actually attack anyone directly, but instead just telling cass and/or tim about whatever (or whoever) it is reader is having problems with. now if they’re patrolling together and reader gets attacked? yeah she’ll beat the other person up! (or at least get a couple hits in if reader already took care of it)
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now that the fam is written for, please please please send any requests y’all wanna see! romantic (outside the batfam ONLY!!! no sweet home alabama here) or platonic, feel free to send an ask or leave a comment!
heyyyy… heyyyy…. how yall doing….? 😔😔 sorry for disappearing buuuut thanks so much for sticking around! sorry if this part doesn’t quite live up to the other two but somehow the girls are harder to write for?? i hope i got them but honestly any criticism would be appreciated. also i kinda skimped over the yandere part for helena so sorry abt that😭. might go back in and change it but who knows.
also i’ve been fixated on conner kent for some reason???? that’s my pookie guys yall dont get it.
anyways love love LOVE yall so much bye byeeee ❤️
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sommerbueckers · 6 months ago
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paige bueckers x r being drew’s babysitter!!
THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO FKN LONG CUS I WASNT SURE IF I LIKED THE WAY IT FLOWED OR NOT.
Part two here !!
I typed away on my computer as I tried to finish up the last of my homework. Drew was sprawled out beside me on the couch with his eyes glued to the tv, he had been silently watching Avengers: Endgame for the last hour and had promised to be quiet if I let him stay up an extra thirty minutes. I often had a hard time saying no to the kid, who wouldn't after seeing a smile as bright as his?
The ringing from my phone had been drowned out by the noise coming from the tv, and if it hadn't been more the constant vibrating I would've missed it. Answering the call, I told Drew I'd be back shortly before disappearing into the kitchen.
"Hello," I spoke into the phone.
"Hey peach, how's it going over there?" my mom questioned.
"It's going good, he's watching a movie right now," I said.
"How long are you going to be? Your grandmother is here and..." her voice trailed off for a moment and I could hear her shuffling around, "she's driving me crazy."
I snorted, "Maybe around an hour or so, I have to put Drew to bed and then wait for the parents to come back."
"Okay-" her voice was cut off by my grandmother's.
"Hi baby!" she exclaimed.
"Hi Nana," I smiled to myself.
"When are you coming back from that job of yours?" she asked.
"Soon."
"Well hurry, your mother is in a bad mood and it's getting me all frustrated and such," she groaned.
"Yeah, she tends to get like that, always complaining," I laughed.
I narrowed my eyes at the pair of headlights that begun to shine through the house. I poked my head out from the kitchen to see Drew looking at the window from his place on the couch. His parents weren't supposed to be back for another hour and they hadn't called to let me know about an early arrival.
I pulled my phone from my ear to check my notifications, and when I didn't find anything new, I slowly made my way toward the front windows. Exiting the back of a black SUV was Paige, Drew's older sister. She had a wide smile spread across her face as she shut the door, shaking her head. She stood there for a moment as she talked with whoever was sitting in the front seats of the car, and I felt Drew come up beside me to see out as well.
"It's Paigey!" he shouted happily, looking at me.
I nodded my head and watched him walk over to the door to unlock it. My grandma's voice on the other end of the phone pulled me back into conversation.
"You there hon?" she asked quizzically.
"Yeah, i'm here nana but I have to go," I told her.
"Aw, that's alright. I'll see you soon, right?"
"Yeah, i'll be home in a bit."
"Okay then, bye-bye," she said.
"Bye," I responded, slipping the phone into the pocket of my sweats.
Drew stood smiling with the door open as Paige made her way up the stairs and into the house. She picked him up into her arms and shut the door, locking it behind her.
"What's up dude, you miss me?" she asked.
"Yeah," he nodded honestly.
Paige laughed before setting him down, "Whatchu been doin?"
"Me and Bee made cookies and we made tiktoks, and then she let me stay up past my bedtime!" he told her, grinning from ear to ear.
"I see that," she glanced at me for a moment and a wave of nervousness washed over me.
She didn't seem upset at the fact that I had let Drew stay up, but he had a bedtime for a reason and maybe I should've just followed it. This was my third time babysitting for the family and Drew and I had gotten pretty comfortable with each other, I just wanted him to have a little fun.
By now, the credits for the movie had begun to roll and I pretended to be fascinated with all the stars that had been in it. I heard Paige tell Drew to go upstairs and get ready for bed, and when his little figure disappeared on the second floor, she proceeded into the kitchen. I bit my lip as I followed after her, nervously playing with my nails.
"He promised he'd go to bed without a fight if I let him finish the movie, I didn't see the harm in it," I admitted, leaning against the wall.
"Nah you're good, he usually only gets to stay up when he's with me so he definitely didn't mind," she laughed.
I breathed out a sigh of relief, "Good."
She pulled a pack of Oreos out of the cabinet and set them on the counter, ripping them open and eating straight from the pack. Her eyes zeroed in on my shirt and she was silent for a moment before she said, "What position?"
"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows as my mind immediately thought about sex, but that couldn't have been right.
She then smirked and gestured to my shirt, "Your shirt says Wayzata volleyball, what position do you play?"
I peered down at my shirt and mentally slapped myself for being so horny, "Oh, right, uhm i'm a setter."
"That's the one who does the thing with the hands right?" she asked, putting her hands above her head and pushing her fingertips up.
I laughed lightly, "Yeah."
She cockily brushed off her shoulder, "Yeah, I know my stuff."
"I see that."
"I think I've seen you play before, I was only there for like half of a game but it was pretty cool," Paige revealed, shoving another Oreo into her mouth.
"Hm," I hummed, "i saw you play once or twice last year."
Paige smirked and began to make her way to the other side of the counter where I was standing, "You mean the games against your school where we kicked your asses?"
"Well I wouldn't say all that, but yes."
Paige extended the Oreos out to me, "How would you put it?"
I gently took a few and thought about my answer, "You caught them on a bad day."
"Oh yeah?" Paige raised an eyebrow.
"Mhm."
"Both times?"
"Both times."
"Interesting take, I guess we'll have to see Tuesday night," she shrugged, a smirk crossing her face. "You gonna be there?"
"Probably not, I'll just ask somebody how it went," I said.
"Ah nah, you gotta be there," Paige smiled as she shook her head.
"Why?" I frowned, but couldn't stop the smile that broke through.
Paige stepped closer, "Because I wanna point at you when the game ends and we're up twenty."
"You are so cocky," I laughed.
The blonde held her hands up in defense, laughing along with me. A silence washed over us but I could still feel her eyes on me. We stared at each other for a moment, but just as she went to say something, Drew came running into the kitchen. He had changed out of his jeans and long sleeve and now wore a pair of dinosaur pajamas. He looked between the two of us as he said, "I'm ready for bed now."
"Are you sure you're ready?" Paige asked.
"Yeah," Drew responded.
"Hm, are you positive you're ready?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay, let's go," Paige said, stooping down so Drew could get on her back.
I followed the two of them upstairs and into Drew's room. Paige set him down and pulled the covers over him, "You got to stay up tonight so you better go to sleep," she gently pushed his forehead back.
He laughed lightly, "I will."
"Mhm, goodnight bro," Paige ruffled the boy's curls before she stood up and looked at me.
I smiled at her and turned to Drew, "Sleep tight dude."
I switched the lamp off and joined Paige in the hallway, softly closing Drew's bedroom door behind me. The lighting in the hallway was dim, the only sources being the lights downstairs and the one coming from Paige's room across the hall. We stood there quietly for a moment, her leaning against the wall with her arms crossed while I awkwardly shoved my hands into my pockets.
The longer I stared at her, the more I began to notice how attractive she was. She was tall and slender and happened to check every box when it came to my physical type in girls. Her head rested back on the wall as she watched me watch her with the cockiest expression on her face. When my eyes finally met hers, I felt embarrassed for how long I had been staring at her, but she didn't seem phased.
Did Paige like girls?
"My dad and stepmom aren't gonna be back for a minute," the blonde stated in a low voice.
I nodded, "I know."
She pushed herself off the wall and gestured to her room, "You can come in here if you want, give you a taste of what i'm bringing to the court Tuesday."
I raised my eyebrows, "Let's see then."
Paige pushed her door open wider and allowed me to step in first. It was pretty plain as far as decoration went, there were purple bedsheets and a few posters on the wall but nothing major. Her playstation sat on the dresser beside her tv and there were a few water bottles scattered around, but nonetheless it was clean.
I sat on the edge of the bed and Paige flipped the light on and grabbed the remote to the tv.
"You play 2k?" she asked.
"No, I don't really play anything other than GTA," I laughed.
"Rookie ass game," she joked, shaking her head.
She turned on the playstation and grabbed two controllers from a drawer, handing me one. "What's this for?"
"I'm in the mood to sweep, what team do you wanna play for?" she asked when the game screen popped up.
I frowned, "That's not fair, I don't even know how to play!"
"Fine," she sighed, "I'll teach you how to play...and then I'll sweep you."
"That was not fun at all," I sighed out, setting the controller down beside me.
Paige and I had been playing for thirty minutes, and out of all the games that we had started and finished, I had won none.
The blonde turned to me with a cheeky smile on her face, simply shrugging her shoulders. She laid back on the bed and put her hands over her face. As hard as I fought myself on not letting my eyes wander, self-restraint was a trait I didn't posses.
Her shirt was pulled up at the bottom, flashing a bit of her stomach. I watched her chest rise and fall under her shirt, and I wondered what color bra she was wearing. I wondered if I had the guts to be as bold as my alter ego was, would she let me find out?
I could feel my face growing hot the longer my mind ran wild, and I quickly turned my attention back to the tv.
"What do you wanna do now?" Paige asked quietly.
"I don't know..." I answered.
After shifting herself so that we were closer, thighs touching and all, Paige sat up.
"Me neither."
She said nothing as she stared at me in the darkness with the light from the recently ended 2k game illuminating our faces. It reminded me of the stare I gave girls across the net when the score was close in the second set, my eyes filled with nothing but determination. Only Paige's stare was filled with something else, something darker.
I could've been psyching myself out, you can only read so much Tumblr before it starts to affect your way of thinking, but my gut told me I wasn't. More rationally, the way her eyes were switching between my eyes and my lips told me I wasn't.
I have so much homework to finish.
Her parents would be home soon.
Drew was sleeping right across the hall.
I don't even know her.
"Do you wanna do something?" Paige asked me.
"Yeah, sure," I nodded, clearing my throat.
I waited for Paige to stand, to turn to another video game or perhaps find a movie that we could both watch. Instead, she stayed seated in her place next to me, eyes fixed on me. It was then and only then that I realized what she meant by 'something.' At least what I hoped thought she meant.
"Are we going to do something or what?" I...challenged?
Paige laughed and leaned closer, "Only if you want to."
"I'm still sitting here aren't I?"
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cult-of-husbandos · 6 months ago
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yandere!shigaraki tomura - until he met you
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🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki is not a people person. His childhood should already be a big enough indicator of that.
🖐🏻 ━ His quirk always kept others miles away and his appearance didn’t help much.
🖐🏻 ━ He always saw love as a fatal flaw that could bring to the downfall of the strongest heroes and he’s witnessed it firsthand how true that sentiment is.
🖐🏻 ━ Until he found you.
🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki would become fixated on you, constantly thinking about you to the point where it affects his judgment.
🖐🏻 ━ The LOV would be caught off guard when they walked into the bar area and saw a random civilian sitting, smiling, and drinking with their crusty, dusty leader.
🖐🏻 ━ This is clearly a date. Right?
🖐🏻 ━ Noticing their presence first and oblivious to their flabbergasted faces, you introduced yourself first.
🖐🏻 ━ Or at least you tried to.
🖐🏻 ━ “Oh! Hi!”
🖐🏻 ━ “Um… hello…?” Twice would be the first to greet back, albeit confused.
🖐🏻 ━ “Wow! You’re really pretty! Who are you? Are you new?” Toga rattled off, excited for a fresh cute face.
🖐🏻 ━ “Aw thank you! My name is–”
🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki cuts you off by pulling your arm forcefully, pulling you off the stool and into his arms.
🖐🏻 ━ “Don’t waste your breath on these insignificant morons.” he snarled.
🖐🏻 ━ Toga and Twice gasped loudly and shouted back to their offensive leader.
🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki drags you away from the bar, careful not to grip your wrist with all five fingers but still maintain an intense grasp on you.
🖐🏻 ━ “Oh, um! Bye guys! It was nice meeting you! And you’re really cute too!” you yell back, still smiling as if you weren’t being dragged away.
🖐🏻 ━ As soon as you both reached his room, he slammed the door and flung you onto his bed.
🖐🏻 ━ He flopped on top of you and immediately buried his face in your neck.
🖐🏻 ━ “Why’d you talk to them?” he grumbled.
🖐🏻 ━ You softly rubbed his back and giggled when you felt his dry lips graze your skin as he talked.
🖐🏻 ━ “I was just being nice.” you answer.
🖐🏻 ━ “Don’t be nice,” he snapped. “Don’t talk to them. Don’t look at them. Don’t smile at them. Don’t breathe around them.”
🖐🏻 ━ You laugh. “That last one might be hard.”
🖐🏻 ━ He gripped your waist tightly and growled harsher into your neck.
🖐🏻 ━ “I don’t care. I’d rather soon dust this entire league than have them so much as be in the same room as you.”
🖐🏻 ━ “But that would be rude. I can’t deliberately ignore a person when they talk to me.”
🖐🏻 ━ You spoke very calmly.
🖐🏻 ━ “And I want to get to know your friends.”
🖐🏻 ━ “They’re not my friends!”
🖐🏻 ━ You laughed and peppered his face with kisses.
🖐🏻 ━ “Please Shiggy~?”
🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki fought with himself. As much as he wanted to say no and keep you locked in his room, he couldn’t resist your soft pouting lips.
🖐🏻 ━ “Ugh! Fine!” He finally gave in.
🖐🏻 ━ “But listen to me (Y/N). You’re mine now. No one else gets to have you, understand? If anyone tries to come between us, especially those worthless rejects out there, I’ll make them disappear… right in front of your eyes.”
🖐🏻 ━ “Lmao OK.”
🖐🏻 ━ He won’t tolerate anyone getting close to you. If he perceived someone as a threat, he’d remove them, either by intimidation or more extreme means.
🖐🏻 ━ The only person he’d trust you around is Kurogiri.
🖐🏻 ━ But, that wouldn’t really matter since he’s forbidden you from leaving the hideout. Which you didn’t mind as much since Shigaraki would cater to your every need.
🖐🏻 ━ Before getting together, he would stalk you. Always needing to know where you were and who you were with. You didn’t have a quirk so his need to “protect” you from anything and anyone would be overwhelming to everyone around him but you.
🖐🏻 ━ You find his overbearing attitude towards you to be endearing and sign that he really cares for you in a way you’ve never felt before.
🖐🏻 ━ “You don’t need anyone else. I’ll protect you from everything… even from those “heroes” that would love nothing more than to rip you away from me. And even if a hero could take you away, I’d kill them before they could lay a finger on you. Remember that. No one can save you from me. So don’t even think about leaving me. Because if you do… I’ll destroy you, and I’ll destroy myself so I could follow you.”
🖐🏻 ━ “But if you destroy yourself… I wouldn’t be able to hold and kiss you anymore…”
🖐🏻 ━ He uses his influence and power as leader of the league to isolate you even further from the outside world. Wherever you were living before would be cleaned out of your stuff and moved into the hideout. Your job would try to contact you, but to no avail. Friends and family would reach out to the community to ask where you went and search for you, but with no luck. To everyone from the outside, you no longer existed. You had seemingly disappeared without a trace.
🖐🏻 ━ He also makes the others go on errands for anything you needed, no matter the time or how busy they were. If they didn’t want to be dust, they’d be your loyal servant.
🖐🏻 ━ However, one day after waking up from a nap, he would feel around the bed after not feeling you in his arms and when he opened his eyes… you were nowhere to be found.
🖐🏻 ━ No one, not even Kurogiri, could stop the rampage that followed after Toga, Twice, Dabi, and Mr. Compress told him that they had no idea where you were. They had just gotten back from a mission. They had no text from you and Kurogiri also admitted that he saw you in the bar area for a while, but when he went to check on something for a minute, you were gone and he assumed you went back to his room.
🖐🏻 ━ This began the ultimate decay storm. He screamed, he threw punches and furniture. The members were awestruck by the insane scene happening before them. Over you. A quirkless random. There was nowhere to go.
🖐🏻 ━ When Spinner walks in, he barely manages to dodge a half-dusted stool hurling towards his head.
🖐🏻 ━ “What the fuck?!”
🖐🏻 ━ “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE THEY WENT?! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY (Y/N)?!”
🖐🏻 ━ “(Y/N)?! They’re fine! They went to go get something to eat like 15 minutes ago!”
🖐🏻 ━ Suddenly, the raging storm turned silent. The other members took this as a chance to make a run for it.
🖐🏻 ━ “Outside?”
🖐���� ━ Spinner gulped anxiously, feeling a chill run down his spine.
🖐🏻 ━ “You let. MY (Y/N)! GO OUTSIDE?!”
🖐🏻 ━ The remaining stools in his hands quickly turned to dust as he gradually trudged towards the green lizard with heavy, ominous steps.
🖐🏻 ━ Spinner froze, unable to move an inch.
🖐🏻 ━ “I-I was busy! I was getting information and there was no food in the fridge. The others weren’t here and (Y/N) said they were hungry so I gave them the keys–”
🖐🏻 ━ Spinner could tell Shigaraki wasn’t listening. All his excuses were falling on deaf ears.
🖐🏻 ━ Just as Shigaraki’s hand was mere mere inches away from Spinner’s face, he knew what would get him to stop.
🖐🏻 ━ “I KNOW WHERE THEY WENT!!”
🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki stopped in his tracks and pulled his hand away as he stared down at the shaking heteromorph.
🖐🏻 ━ Spinner is Shigaraki’s loyal right-hand man. The first person he met when all hell seemed to be on them. The first ones to bring together this league. To bring down the heroes. Spinner would never lie to Shigaraki. And he knows that.
🖐🏻 ━ “Tell me where they went… please…”
🖐🏻 ━ Spinner and Shigaraki have always had a soft spot for each other.
🖐🏻 ━ When you first came into the picture, Spinner saw this as just a passing fling – mere puppy love – and soon Shigaraki would get bored of you and throw you away.
🖐🏻 ━ Looking at the nearly destroyed common area and how close he came to being dust himself, he was obviously wrong. He realized that Shigaraki would destroy everyone and everything around him if he were to lose you.
🖐🏻 ━ Meanwhile, you are having a great time. You’re sitting in a restaurant waiting for your to-go order and scrolling on your phone.
🖐🏻 ━ It was pretty peaceful despite the busy lunch rush. The only thing on your mind is getting the food and going home. You were honestly starting to get sick being around others and their loud conversations. Shigaraki really spoiled you by keeping you inside all the time and having others get food for you. You honestly wonder how you put up with this in the past. You cursed under your breath when you felt your pockets and forgot your headphones.
🖐🏻 ━ You checked the time again for the fifth time when a huge crash rattled the entire store.
🖐🏻 ━ Customers started to scream as bodies flew across the restaurant slamming against the floor and walls. Customers and staff that weren’t blocked by debris ran from any exit they could find, trampling over bodies and others trying to flee as a white unmarked van skidded into the entrance, the bumper and blood covered in blood.
🖐🏻 ━ You were about to make a run for it too when you heard a familiar voice.
🖐🏻 ━ “(Y/N)!”
🖐🏻 ━ You whipped your head back and immediately smiled at the familiar face emerging from the van.
🖐🏻 ━ “Shiggy!”
🖐🏻 ━ You ran towards Shigaraki, nearly tripping over the broken glass and concrete debris blocking the way.
🖐🏻 ━ As soon as Shigaraki felt your arms wrap around him and your body press against him, he nearly forgot how mad he was.
🖐🏻 ━ Nearly.
🖐🏻 ━ “I warned you. Did you really think you could leave me (Y/N)? I told you that I’d kill everyone around you if you ran away from me.”
🖐🏻 ━ The leftover customers and staff stood shell-shocked at the scene playing out before them. A few are already on the phone with the police.
🖐🏻 ━ You tilted your head quizzically.
🖐🏻 ━ “But I didn’t run away.”
🖐🏻 ━ You said it so calmly. Like you weren’t afraid of him or perturbed by his words.
🖐🏻 ━ “You disobeyed me! You went outside! You left me!”
🖐🏻 ━ “Shiggy, I told you I was going to get food. Don’t you remember?”
🖐🏻 ━ “Don’t lie to me, (Y/N).” He stared you down intensely and gripped you tighter like you were going to fade away right before his eyes.
🖐🏻 ━ “I’m not, babe! During our nap together, I went to the kitchen to get a snack and the fridge was empty. Toga, Dabi, and Twice weren’t there and I didn’t want to disturb them because they’ve been so busy lately so I asked Spinner if he could pick up some food for us.”
🖐🏻 ━ Spinner, still sitting in the driver’s seat, halted his breath wondering if you were going to throw him under the bus since he didn’t get the chance to fully explain the situation.
🖐🏻 ━ “But Spinner was also really busy so I asked him if I could borrow one of the cars to go get some food. He said he would only allow it if you approved.”
🖐🏻 ━ “I don’t remember you asking me anything…” Shigaraki remembers falling asleep in your arms, but nothing else.
🖐🏻 ━ “Awww~! Was someone half asleep?” you teased. “That’s so adorable~!”
🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki couldn’t stop the blush that spread to his face. If Shigaraki was really awake, there would be no way in hell he’d approve any of this.
🖐🏻 ━ You stood on your tiptoes and gave Shigaraki a gentle kiss on the lips. Surprising everyone including Spinner and Shigaraki.
🖐🏻 ━ You’d only given him cheek and forehead kisses. This is officially his first kiss. You pulled away and smiled at him lovingly.
🖐🏻 ━ “I’m sorry for worrying you. I won’t do it again.” you apologized. “Honestly, being outside sucks. I just want to be back home with you.”
🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki felt a warmth in his chest enveloping his heart. Without a doubt he knew what this feeling was. He hadn’t felt it in a long time.
🖐🏻 ━ “U-Um…”
🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki’s eyes turned sharp as he glared at the vile creature ruining the moment.
🖐🏻 ━ “Oh! Is the food ready!” You smiled at the stunlocked worker covered in the building’s dust holding two large plastic bags trembling in his hands.
🖐🏻 ━ You took the bags from their hands and gave it a quick lookover. You hated it when workers gave you your food and left out important utensils or missing items.
🖐🏻 ━ “Yep! This is it! Thank you–”
🖐🏻 ━ “Didn’t I tell you not to be nice to others?” He grabs your face to look only at him as he glared at the worker you were freely giving your smiles to.
🖐🏻 ━ “Look! I got the league and us ramen! And look at this! They also have ohagi! Your favorite! I had a feeling you’d want something sweet after your nap.” You raised the bags and turned around to face him.
🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki felt even more confirmation about this feeling than he thought possible.
🖐🏻 ━ This is love.
🖐🏻 ━ He wants to snatch you away from this place, away from the leering and perverted eyes of the disgusting NPCS walking this earth, but…
🖐🏻 ━ A honk cut clear through the tension.
🖐🏻 ━ “Okay, lovebirds! We gotta go unless we want to get some heroes to-go too!” Spinner called from the car.
🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki led you by the waist and carefully placed you into the backseat of the van like you were made of porcelain.
🖐🏻 ━ Before he got in himself, he turned to the dazed customers and staff one last time.
🖐🏻 ━ “I guess I won’t blow this place up… Maybe I’ll decide after eating.”
🖐🏻 ━ As Spinner drove off, he kept glancing at the backseat as you and Shigaraki continued talking light-heartedly like they hadn’t committed domestic terrorism in a search for you.
🖐🏻 ━ Spinner sighed in relief as the storm finally blew over.
🖐🏻 ━ Call it true love or obsession, Shigaraki had no intention of letting you go.
🖤🖤🖤
a/n: my first reaction post for mr. hands aka crusty dusty. my love for him out weighs my love for sleeping. so i turned him into a yandere. pls enjoy!
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forlix · 1 year ago
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𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 !・h.h.
— you’re just trying to do your job; your client has other ideas.
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𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬・1.3k 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠・idol!hyunjin x gn!makeup artist!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬・very suggestive so mdni, reader implied to be shorter than hyunjin 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬・fluff, flirting, humor, big fwb vibes
𝐚/𝐧・this took me less than half an hour to write i am actually the biggest sucker for this trope. also, we hit another milestone recently!! i appreciate all of you immensely; look forward to more ♡
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[!]・hi hey hello as of one month later a full-length fic based on this au has been posted!! here it is; you can read the two in any order. ok bye much love
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“Five ‘til!” A crew member calls into a walkie-talkie, and you’re so surprised by this information that you stumble right over him, your heel ungracefully ramming into the poor man’s toes. 
You apologize hurriedly, bowing yourself out of the awkward situation—and then you check your watch. 7:55 P.M. A quiet "shit" leaves your lips as it dawns on you that you'd completely lost track of time.
Briefly, you contemplate your predicament, drumming the palette of makeup you’re holding in your right hand against the palm of your left: do I have to? Is it really necessary? But you know your answer even as you’re asking yourself the questions. You’re damn meticulous—sometimes to a fault, but always to your own satisfaction.
You had a vision, and you’re going to see it through.
With impeccable timing, your coworker appears out of nowhere, and you fasten a hand around her arm. “Hey, where are the members again?”
“Stage left.” Then she registers your question in full, and snaps her eyes to your face; stylists were supposed to have finished up with their respective members nearly an hour ago. “Hang on, are you out of your mind—”
“I won’t be a minute!” You call, scurrying away.
“You won’t be employed!” She returns, but you’ve already disappeared into the curtains’ dense shadows.
You jog a short distance, turn a few corners, and finally spot the eight members clad in outfits of varying amounts of silver and black, every inch of them so sparkly that they’re reflective, even with how little light reaches this part of the stage.
You’re looking for one man in particular, though, and you single him out right away: long, black locks falling into his eyes as he adjusts his microphone, broad shoulders and tall frame flattered perfectly by an obsidian suit, looking like he fell off a Paris Fashion Week runway and into a wormhole that teleported him to Osaka.
All your doing, by the way.
“Hwang Hyunjin!” You shout, and he (along with several of the other members) whips around at the sound. And Hyunjin furrows a perfect brow when his stylist materializes before him, four minutes to curtain up, wielding a palette of makeup like it’s a baseball bat.
“Are you out of your mind?” He calls.
“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” You lift a pointer finger into the air and curl it twice. “Come here. Hurry."
Hyunjin gives the others an apologetic glance before hurrying over, and you are met with a blast of Byredo Blanche when he arrives in front of you, the expression on his face equal parts amused and confused.
“Down,” you say, flicking open the eyeshadow palette with one hand.
And then Hyunjin understands. A loud, uninhibited laugh leaves his lips, a sound you’ve become so accustomed to by now that you’re completely oblivious to the fact that only you bring it out of him.
“You really are something,” he says, spreading his feet apart until he’s brought himself to your eye level.
With that, you get to work, one hand gathering some eyeshadow on the pads of your fingers, the other moving to hold his shoulder. Brushes are luxuries you can’t afford right now.
“Close your eyes,” you direct, your voice softer now that your face is only inches away from his, and Hyunjin heeds your words obediently. You begin to dab the crimson powder against the curve of his lids, careful to avoid messing up the rest of his eye makeup. His lashes flutter involuntarily at your gentle touch.
“A shadow to match the lip,” you murmur absently. “I pictured it and knew it had to happen."
Hyunjin makes a sound of approval, and then there is that smirk on his face, the one you’ve learned only means trouble. “You’ve been thinking about my face the whole night, then?”
“No. I’ve been thinking about whether vegetables can feel pain,” you deadpan. “Yes, I've been thinking about your face. It’s my job.”
“Is that all?”
“Sure is.” You blow gently on his finished eye and move on to the other. “Now save your voice for the stage.”
He obliges, but that dreadful, self-assured expression remains on his face, and you're immeasurably grateful that he can’t see the blush that you’re well aware paints your cheeks.
“Done,” you say a minute later, straightening with a confident flourish. And you think you could squeal when Hyunjin opens his eyes, and you see that the exact effect you’d hoped for has been realized: a splash of maroon that is both subtle and seductive, sleek and suave; that not only accentuates the shape of his eyes but pulls attention to his lips, which are dyed a similar hue. Damn, you’re good at your job.
“I don’t have a mirror,” you say, looking around. “I can use my phone if you want to—”
“It’s fine,” he says. “I trust you.”
You grin at this. “Good. Because you look sexy as hell."
Upon hearing your words, he straightens to his full height. You don’t think much of this at first, too busy re-examining the masterpiece you’ve created on his eyelids, but in the blink of an eye you’re suddenly aware that Hyunjin is standing conspicuously and intentionally close to you. You instinctively move away, but you’re too late; he’s already guiding your back to the wall behind you, his body enclosing yours against the smooth surface.
You send a panicked look over Hyunjin’s shoulder, only to realize that the two of you are completely out of anyone’s line of vision. That doesn’t stop the sharp hiss that leaves your lips: “Hyunjin, are you cr—”
But then there is a familiar gust of breath against your skin, a thumb over your cheekbone.
He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help himself when you get like this; all bossy and concentrated, an ambitious glint in your eyes, an air of confidence in your gait. He always thinks it’s ironic that your job is to make him look good when all he’s ever done is admire your beauty, so effortless and profuse that it feels timeless, like freshly bloomed forget-me-nots.
He knows he shouldn’t—but that makes him want to more.
When your lips meet, they move together with an ease and familiarity that reveal how many times you’ve done this before. He brings a hand to the small of your back, and you tangle your stained fingers in his luscious hair, the delicious pressure of his mouth upon yours rendering your reluctance (and the eyeshadow palette, which clatters noisily to the floor) momentarily forgotten.
As the kiss deepens, the bridges of your noses slide together; your every sense becomes overwhelmed by the slippery plush of his full lips and the warm caress of his large hands; you drink in the rosy musk of his cologne like your cells need it to live as opposed to oxygen. The tip of Hyunjin’s tongue teases the seam of your lips, as if requesting access, and you grant it to him with a light moan that is both blissful and thoroughly exasperated. When he hears the gorgeous sound, he has half a mind to scoop you up and leave the venue then and there.
Then, a voice bellows from not too far away: “One minute, everyone! Places, places!”
You’re so startled that you not only break away from him but jump a meter into the air, giving Hyunjin’s bicep a hearty slap on your way down. But he is entirely unbothered, dipping his head to press a trail of light kisses along your jaw instead.
“You’ll be watching the performance, yes?” He murmurs against the sensitive skin.
“Of course, what else—”
“—don’t take your eyes off me.”
And the words throw your heart against your ribs like uncooked French fries in a vat of oil.
He is just about to walk away when you realize how decidedly disheveled you’ve left him, and you yank him back to you with a fresh wave of panic. You wipe at his smudged lipstick with the cuffs of your sleeves; nitpick his hair until every strand is back in its proper place. Only when you’ve gotten rid of all the incriminating evidence do you permit him to leave.
“Thank you very much,” he says, bending into a gracious bow, the perfect image of professionalism. The facade is given away only by the upturned corner of his still-flushed lips.
“Break a leg,” you return drily.
The last thing you hear is that stupid, bright laugh before Hyunjin rejoins his members, and they step into the strobe lights together.
Even when the concert begins and the stadium is drowned in fanatical screams, the heartbeat in your ears remains the loudest sound of all—and you bury your burning face in your hands.
Hwang Hyunjin will be the death of you.
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sunshine-on-marz · 8 months ago
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Cradles
In which you get to see Dean in his TRUE element
Dad! Dean x Mom! Reader
Warnings: none really unless you don’t like kids
I am not a mother but I tried to be accurate lmao
Also I couldn’t remember for the life of me if the bunker had a couch but it does now stfu
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You were on the couch folding clothes, baby clothes to be exact, while Dean was holding the baby. It was a miracle to keep her awake for more then 20 minutes at a time so Dean was more than happy to play with her when she was up, not that baby Charlie was all too happy about it most of the time. You and Dean both knew it was expected for newborns to cling to their mother, but you saw the hurt on Dean’s face whenever his daughter cried as soon as her picked her up, so right now, seeing his smile as she squeaks and coos makes your heart smile.
You feel the couch dip next to you and you turn to see Sam who extends his hand “I can take over laundry if you want to go take a nap” he offers, and as much as you could probably use a little break, you shake your head. “Don’t wanna miss this” you smile and nod over to Dean, Sam smiles. “It’s pretty cool to see him being a dad” Sam’s comment makes you laugh softly. “I’ve been watching him be a dad ever since I met you two” you say, leaning you head on Sam’s shoulder. “You were his kid long before Charlie was” you tell him. Sam doesn’t respond, just pulls you into a hug. When you two go back to watching Dean and the baby, you speak again. “I really hope she’s a daddy’s girl”, you say it so quietly you’re positive Dean couldn’t have heard, but Sam did. “I don’t think any mother ever has said that before” he laughs, and so do you. “Yea well, I think he deserves it” you hum, fully content to just watch Dean be a father. In this moment that’s all that matters. Not monsters, not Chuck, nothing but the little family you’ve built.
You hear the bunker door click open, and look up to see Cas holding groceries. He walks over and hands you an energy drink. “Cas you might have just became my favorite person ever” you chuckle as he smiles “Hello to you too”. Sam follows him to the kitchen, which leaves you and Dean alone again. He walks over and sits beside you on the couch.
“She looks just like her mom” he says, kissing you on the cheek, “speaking of her mom, how are you? You can go shower or sleep, or both. I’ve got her” and you realize for a millionth time that you’ve found your person. “I’m shockingly gonna decline that offer” you say, leaning to rest on Dean’s shoulder. “I wanna stay like this for a second” you whisper, and he kisses your temple. “That sounds nice”. So that’s what you do. Sit there and look at the life you brought into the world and realize that everything truly had been worth it. Saving the world was nothing compared to this.
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OMGGGGABSJAKAJSKXKDKS DEAN WINCHESTER DESERVED TO BE A FATHER.
Sorry for my disappearance school made me want to die then drivers ed made want to die then life made me want to die and I still want to die but now I want to die AND write about Dean so like
Tagging @canonically-a-genloser bc they’ve been witnessing my crazy and also think dad Dean is amazing
Btw this is one of the good supernaturals I made in my head so this is post season 15 minus all the bad shit okie love you bye
Remember to reblog and tell me what you think!!! Feedback and reblogs make the world go round!! Love you babes!!
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drakesfeelings · 7 months ago
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Hector fort, fluff, that's all i need
sorry it’s a little short (and sorry for the long ass wait) hope you’ll like it tho ��
more than you think [h.f]
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“you need to stop dancing hermano, it’s getting worrying,” hector can’t help but laugh at marc’s jokes—disguised in faux concern.
lamine’s eyes widen in shock, and the smirk on the ‘blonde’s face quickly disappears when he’s playfully slapped by his teammate.
silently watching his friends fight, chuckling from time to time at marc’s attempts to dodge the moroccan’s attacks, hector almost forget about getting dressed.
today’s training is done. usually, the boys always had enough practice for a whole day, but xavi was in a good mood; which means finishing early.
and which means, in hector’s language, more time with his girl.
his naked back against the metal of his locker, putting on his yeezy’s slides, he feels his phone vibrate under his thigh. speaking of the devil.
❤️ | you’re done babe?
smiling to himself, he taps a simple answer before getting back to dress up—his movements now quicker than before.
hector was always the teammate who loves to take his time preparing himself. he usually took long ass showers and was the last getting out of camp nou, his cologne and shampoo lingering in the changing rooms.
the only and rare times he was on a rush, were the ones when you were waiting for him.
his whole team knew about how much he loves you, that much that he couldn’t bring himself to make you wait.
you are his princess, who is he, to make you wait? no-fucking-body.
so, it’s only an understatement to know why he’s the first one to finish packing today.
“the novia is waiting,” he hears alejandro’s teasing voice behind him. it’s not even a question anymore, just a simple fact.
“tú lo sabes,” the brunette smirks, sending a wink in his friend’s direction. “adios!” he quickly bids everyone goodbye, his hand tightening on his bag’s strap. you know it. bye!
before the door closes, he can hear marc’s complaints about him leaving like a thief and pedri’s making fun of the newly blonde.
he loves his team. but not as much as you, so he forgets about his teammates’ bickering and jogs in the exit’s direction, texting you during his run.
to ❤️ | coming mi amor
he quickly taps send and shoves his phone in his short’s pocket. in three minutes, the brunette is already coming out of the building, happily making his way to the parking, where you’re waiting next to his car.
shoulder pressed against the bmw’s driver’s door, your pretty eyes focused on the screen of your phone, you don’t even hear your boyfriend’s steps.
your legs are engulfed by the boy’s shorts—that you stole from his closet—and your white shirt is tucked into the front of your bra, letting your tummy breathes. you’re wearing a pair of slides, the weather being too hot to handle closed shoes, and your hair are wild-free.
his heart skips a beat. you’re the prettiest woman on earth to the man’s eyes.
“hola guapa,” he doesn’t let his adoration for you phase him though, keeping on his cool-fuck-boy act—even if he’s not waiting for your greetings to be said to snuggle his face in the crook of your neck, nose brushing against the skin of your jaw. hello, beautiful.
it’s time for your heart to skip a beat.
you grin with all your teeth, your arms automatically wrapping themselves around his neck and your phone long forgotten, loosely hanging in one of your hand.
“hola bebe,” you mutter in his chest, breathing in his scent. something musky, something masculine, something that screams hector, something that smells like home to you. your home. him. hello, baby.
he sighs happily, face smushed by your warmth and nostrils taking in your monoi scented body-cream. you smell like summer. like the beach, the sand, the blue sky and the waves.
but you also smell like his. and it’s all that matters to him, right now.
@ drakesfeelings
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vivwritesfics · 10 months ago
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Hooked On A Feeling
Chapter Twenty-Five - Future Mrs Ricciardo
Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.
Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)
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Single Dad!Daniel x Single Mum!Reader
warnings: light smut
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Daniel spent all of December and January ring shopping. It was just so difficult, trying to decide on the perfect one. He'd seen the dainty rings she wore on her finger. All of them were flat. None of them were the kind of ring with a rock.
Something flat. Daniel knew she would like something flat, something that didn't have any kind of diamond sticking out. But that made finding the perfect one so much harder.
First, Daniel wanted to ask her and Milo to move into his house. By February, he'd decided it was time, decided he wanted to pick up all of her things and move them to his house. He wanted to see her books on the shelves, her blankets on the sofa, her mug beside his in the cupboards.
Fast forward to Valentines day. Olivia was supposed to be at her mothers house, but Kerry-Ann had a date and begged Daniel to take her.
(She watched the entire interaction, watched the way Kerry-Ann stepped closer to Daniel. Her hand touched his chest and she pouted her lips, begging him to take Olivia while she went on her Valentines date. The fact that she thought she needed to beg showed she really didn't know Daniel at all.)
Olivia and Milo spent the night at Olivia's Grand Parent's house. They watched movies, ate dinner in front of the television and filled in their colouring books until they went to bed.
"I'm thinking dinner and a movie," said Daniel as he pulled her towards him, pulling her onto his lap.
She straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I think I like what you're thinking," she said and kissed him, playing with the hair at the back of his neck. "But I'm also happy with staying here and breaking the couch in."
Daniel couldn't help but frown. "The couch isn't new," he answered, and she bounced in his lap. His eyes widened. "Oh wow," he said. "Wow, yeah, I like that." His hands settled on her hips. "But I do still want to take you out for dinner."
When she pouted, Daniel kissed her and her pout disappeared. "Come on, my love," he said. "It's our first Valentines day together and I want to treat you."
She kissed him again. "Okay. But, instead of a movie, we can come back here and..."
"I love it." He stood up and gently put her on the floor. "Go and get dressed. I wasn't to get you back here as soon as possible." Daniel pointed her in the direction of the bedroom and smacked her ass, as if to get her going.
She got showered and dressed in as quick a time as she could. She dried and brushed her hair, styling it with pins, and did her makeup. If they were going for dinner, she was going to make sure she looked fucking perfect.
When Daniel walked into the bedroom to retrieve a his own clothes, he covered his eyes. "I'm not looking, I swear," he said as he dug through the closet.
He got changed in the living room, folding his clothes and leaving them on the couch. When he was ready, Daniel sat down and called his daughter.
When she walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, Daniel damn near dropped his phone. "Is that my momma?" Milo asked, his face appearing on the screen.
"Yeah, Milo, it is," he said as he strode over to her. He turned the camera around, showing Milo and Olivia just how gorgeous she looked. She did a twirl and took the phone from Daniel, saying hello to the kids as he stood behind her, hands on her hips.
"Well, we'll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?" She said to Milo and Olivia.
"Bye, guys!" Daniel called from behind her.
"Bye!" Milo and Olivia chorused, ending the call.
When Daniel turned her around, she slipped his phone into his pocket. She kissed the underside of his jaw as Daniel gripped her hips. "You know, now I kinda regret insisting that we go to dinner."
She stepped away from him, giving him an unimpressed look as she did so. "I did not get all pretty like this for nothing." She pressed a finger to his chest as she said it. "C'mon, Honey Badger. Take me to dinner."
Dinner was, well, fantastic. It was a small Italian place. Daniel hadn't given his real name when making the reservation, and they damn near shit their pants when he walked in.
They couldn't be more apologetic that they'd sat them in one of the worst seats in the house. But it was Valentines day and it was incredibly busy.
But the food was good, the service was good and the wine went to her head a little bit. Their table was lit by candles. Everything was perfect.
Daniel had his arm wrapped around her as they walked down the street. They didn't head back to the car immediately, instead walking under the stars. "Hang on," he said, stopping to tie his shoelaces.
But his shoelaces were tied already. And, suddenly, he had a little black box in his hand. "Y/N," Daniel called and she turned towards him. "I've got an important question."
Her hands covered her mouth as he pulled open the box. What kind of ring would a man like Daniel choose for her? Whatever it was, she'd wear it with pride.
But the box didn't have a ring inside. No, it had a key. "Will you move in with me?"
She couldn't stop herself from hitting his shoulder. "Asshole, I thought you were going to propose!"
Still, Daniel was on his knee, waiting for an answer. "Yes," she said, taking the key from the box. "Yes, I'll move in with you."
Daniel stood up and kissed her. "Let me take you home, Roomie," he said with a grin, taking her hand and leading her back to the car. "I just gotta know, will you smack me like that when I do propose?"
"Propose and find out," she said with a grin as Daniel pulled open the car door for her.
When the season started a month later, Daniel wanted to take her everywhere with him. He wanted her by his side as he walked through the paddock, wanted her watching him as he drove.
But she was still working and he went alone. But it was okay, it just meant that she'd be at home, watching the race with the kids.
The drivers that had met her, loved her. They asked Daniel about her whenever they got a moment. He loved talking about her. He loved talking about all of his little family and couldn't stop once he'd started.
Only Max knew he was going to propose. Only Max had seen the ring. Only Max knew how Daniel was going to do it. He just needed to give his friend a little reassurance.
It was back in Australia. Daniel had a weekend of no racing and he wanted to get away.
He booked a cabin for the two of them, took her away for just the weekend while Milo and Olivia stayed with his parents. Daniel didn't tell her. He didn't tell her until he was packing their bags (with no idea what to pack for her).
She walked in on him, shoving things into their bags. "Danny," she said softly, placing her hand on his shoulders. "What're you doing?"
He let out a sigh as he stood up. "I... am taking you away for the weekend."
Holy shit, he was going to propose.
Wordlessly, she began putting things into her bag. She grabbed things from her underwear drawer and put them in her bag without letting Daniel see what it was.
Once her bag was zipped up, she turned to him and threw her arms around his shoulders. "Love you," she said as she kissed him.
Daniel could hardly keep himself from telling her as he drove them up to the cabin. He kept his hand on her thigh as he parked up (doing that thing where he drove with one hand, palm against the steering wheel).
Their bags weren't heavy, but Daniel insisted on carrying both of them. The cabin was nice and secluded, the next one a few miles doing the road.
"Have you ever fucked on a porch?" He grinned as he carried the bags into the cabin, flexing like crazy.
They had sex on the porch. They had sex on the rug, sex by the fire. It was damn near impossible to separate them.
Daniel was constantly looking for the right moment to propose. He wanted to, he so badly wanted to. But it wasn't the right moment.
The right moment came on Sunday. They'd spent the night unable to separate, his cock moving through her folds, her body moving on top of his.
In the morning light, with her body wrapped in the white sheets, hair covering the pillow, Daniel found his moment. He wrapped his arms around her mid section and pulled her closer. "Marry me," he said and kissed her bare shoulder.
"Sure," she muttered, fingers tracing his tattoo.
"No, I'm being serious," he said, turning her body to face him. "Marry me."
She grinned and leaned in to kiss him. "Yes, Daniel Ricciardo, I'll marry you."
Suddenly Daniel was out of the bed. He ran to his bag, pulled the ring from its box and slipped it onto her finger. "Future Mrs Ricciardo," he whispered and kissed her, pulling her body against his.
(When they picked up the kids later that evening, Daniel introduced Y/N to his parents as his ex girlfriend. Nobody was impressed by that.)
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