#hes both so basic and not like other girls

[m-neuvillette]

Dante Scenario

Dante x fem reader

Author notes: day 9473292736291929 thinking constantly about this man. This idea has been stuck in my brain for so long so I had to write about it

* You are Dante’s assistant. You basically do everything for him. You do finances, cook, patch up his friends after a mission, you help run Devil May Cry, and so much more

* You and Dante have a really close relationship that has built up over the years

* Everyone knows you two like each other and always begs you two to confess to each other. But the other party always says “they don’t see me like that” or “I don’t wanna ruin our friendship”

* That is until one day…

* Imagine Lady comes to Devil May Cry to talk to Dante about a job

* There’s this club that has been having a lot of females disappear and it’s always the same story. “A single girl sitting at the bar and a guy comes up and talks to them, they leave and never get seen again.”

* Lady deduced it’s a sex appeal demon, that is essentially a walking aphrodisiac. It shows the desires of the woman to her then puts her under a spell to control her. After the spell cast the woman follows whatever the demon wants (and that’s just the demon literally sucking the life out of her)

* Lady says she wants Dante’s help with this mission

* Dante brings up how he’s a guy and he can’t do too much to get close to the demon. But if he can know what the demon looks like he can try and hunt from the shadows

* Lady brings up how the demon changes appearances every night so nobody knows who it actually is

* Dante suggests she lead the demon out but lady quickly shuts down that idea because the demon would definitely recognize her

* Dante and Lady go through multiple plans and all end up seeming like dead ends

* You sit there quietly and just listen to them go back and forth. You don’t know much about demon hunting besides stuff you’ve picked up on throughout the years

* Then it clicks in your head after they have another failed idea

* “What if I am the bait for the demon?”

* Lady looks at you and talks about how that is a great idea and starts making a plan

* But while that happens Dante stands up lets out a firm “No.”

* Lady rolls her eyes and looks at him, “It’s the only shot we got. We need to get this mission done and this is our best idea.”

* Dante looks pissed and you get it

* “I am NOT putting her in danger just so I can kill this fucking demon. We still have time so let me think of a new plan.”

* You stand up and walk over to Dante and look him dead in the eyes, “Dante we don’t have any more time. The more we wait there’ll be more innocent women that will die. I don’t want to put anyone through that. If I can help and prevent it I’ll do it.”

* Dante quickly refutes “But what about you? What if you get hurt? I could never live with myself if something happened to you because I put you in danger.”

* You reach for his hands and hold them tightly, “Well Mr Pro demon hunter will just have to protect me right? I feel the safest when I know you’re around anyways.”

* Dante tightens the grip on your hands, “I’ll protect you with my life, I promise you.”

* You, Lady, and Dante all make a quick plan because you have to get ready since you are going to the club tonight

* The plan is to have Lady as surveillance and watching you at all times (on the clubs cameras) you’re also going to be hooked up to a mic that both her and Dante can listen to

* Dante is going to be in the club laying low trying to find the demon before he can get to you

* You all confirm the plan then you go get ready

* You get dressed in a tight and short red dress (you saved it for whenever Dante would ask you on a made up date you made in your dreams)

* You put on some heels, makeup and perfume and you walk into the main area where Dante and Lady are setting up the mics

* Once you walk in Lady cheers you on and compliments you

* You thank her and turn your attention to Dante who can’t take his eyes off of you

* You’re so beautiful and captivating in his eyes, but does he admit that? No…

* He just shakes his head and goes back to adjusting his mic

* Lady frowns and looks back at you. She sees you’re upset from the lack of compliments by Dante

* Lady waves you over to put on your mic and make sure it’s hidden so the demon won’t be able to tell

* After it’s all set up Dante has you test it to make sure it’s working, once the test is successful you all head out

* You’re sitting in the back of the van Lady has with Dante

* As you all get close to the bar you feel your nerves skyrocket

* It is now that you realized what you offered to do and that it’s actually going to happen

* You’re going to be face to face with a demon and you’re not even going to know

* What happens if it succeeds? Will you die? Will it be painful?

* You start to bounce your leg up and down due to your anxiousness

* You then feel a big warm hand settle on your knee stopping you

* You look over at Dante who is already looking at you

* “I told you, I promise I’ll protect you. I won’t let anything happen, you’ll be safe.”

* You nod and thank him

* You two just look at each other for what feels like a century

* Dante opens his mouth but is cut off by Lady announcing you three have arrived

* Lady gets out of the front seat and comes to the back where she’s tapped into all the cameras in the club

* Once that’s good she spins in her seat to face you, “Alright, you’re turn. Dante will enter in about 10 minutes. Be safe.”

* “Okay I’m off then.” You go to leave out of the van but Dante grabs your wrist stopping you

* You look back at him, “If you ever feel uncomfortable and want to stop say pizza and I’ll come to you.”

* “Got it. I’ll say pizza if I’m uncomfortable.”

* You can see Dante’s expression soften a bit and see some stress melt off of him but he still looks super tense

* You leave the van and head into the club

* You walk straight to the bar and order a drink

* You slowly sip on your drink looking around waiting for anyone to approach you

* After about 45 minutes no one has come up to you and it confuses you. Are you doing something wrong?

* As if Dante can hear your thoughts, “You’re not doing anything wrong sweetheart. We got here a bit early to make sure we would be all set up.”

* You nod obviously knowing he can see you responding non verbally to him

* Another 10 minutes goes by and Lady speaks up into the mic, “Someone a little off looking just came in. He’s got on a white polo and blue dress pants. He’s has brown hair that is gelled up.”

* Dante then speaks up, “Got eyes on him.”

* Lady then calls your name, “He’s coming your way.”

* You take the last sip on your drink, by the time you’re putting it down someone appears by you

* “Well it looks like I got lucky today. The pretty girl I wanted to chat with has a drink that is all gone. Do you mind if I buy you another one?”

* You look at the man and see the exact one Lady described

* Steeling yourself you bat your eyelashes and flirt back, “Well I can never turn down a drink from someone so handsome. Do you mind joining me? There’s an open seat right there.”

* The man sits down and flags the bartender down and orders two drinks

* You stare at him trying to look if anything is off. You’ve barely seen demons so you can’t tell

* The bartender comes back with the drinks and the man faces you

* He tips his drink up to do a cheers, you tap his glass and you both take a sip of your drinks

* Small talk ensues. You’ve two talk about your jobs (well your made up one), what foods you like, what’s your favorite animal and so on

* The man finishes his drink and stares deeply at you, it kinda makes you uncomfortable

* It doesn’t feel like the one Dante gives you. His look makes your heart race but the look you’re getting now makes you feel sick

* The man pushes some hair behind your ear and then rests his hand on your cheek

* If you weren’t on a mission you’d slap his hand away

* “So tell me, what is a beautiful and single girl doing here all alone?”

* He rubs his thumb against your cheek and it’s like your mind starts to become foggy

* You don’t even really know what you’re saying while you talk

* “Oh it’s because I love someone and he doesn’t love me back.”

* The man looks shocked, “Oh really?”

* You bite your lip, “Yeah…”

* “Does he have a girlfriend already? Or maybe even a wife?”

* You shake your head, you’re not even in control anymore

* “He doesn’t.”

* The man smirks, “Then why doesn’t want you?”

* You think about it and don’t know. Why doesn’t Dante want you?

* “I don’t know…”

* The man scoots closer, “Come on sweetheart, I know you can do better than that.”

* Your stomach twists when he called you sweetheart, it doesn’t give you the same emotions it did earlier when Dante called you that

* You can hear talking in your ear but your brain can’t register it

* Little did you know it was Dante freaking out and trying to call our to you

* Lady tries to stop him so he doesn’t fuck up the mission

* Dante growls “I’m not going to let her get hypnotized by the demon, and I sure as hell don’t want to listen to her talk about the man she loves.”

* Dante then hears you speak up again

* “Well he’s my boss. He is the most beautiful person in this world. He has such a selfless heart and cares about everyone around him. He works so hard and never stops until he knows peace is coming. He is also so funny and silly. He never fails to make me laugh and smile. He’s also a great dancer. Whether he’s dancing by himself or drags me to dance with him. I love him so much but I don’t think he sees me in that way at all.”

* Your voice cracks but you continue, “I’m not strong at all. His job is very taxing and I can’t even keep up with it. I feel so useless any time he is so tired and stressed because I can’t do anything to help. He’s also surrounded by so many beautiful and strong women that I get outshined in every single way. He never compliments my looks and I just don’t think I’m his type.”

* The man brings your focus back to him, “Do you want me to help you?” He pulls his hand away and it’s like you’re in a deeper trance

* You nod and let out a meek “Yes.”

* The man smirks, “Okay what’s this man’s name?”

* “Dante…”

* Dante’s voice hitches. He feels like he can’t breathe. His heart is racing and he reaches for his chest to hold it

* He clenches his chest and heaves, How can he let you think he doesn’t love you? How did he mess up so fucking bad that you think you’re not special? You’re the most important person in the world to him. You’re so smart, kind, caring, funny, and absolutely gorgeous. He couldn’t compliment you earlier because he couldn’t find the words to describe how beautiful you are.

* Lady yells his name over the mic, “You idiot try and talk to her to see if we can get her out of the trance so she doesn’t get taken.”

* Dante frantically calls out your name

* He sees you and watches you start to follow the demon

* “Baby please, that’s not me. Don’t let him manipulate you. I promise you, I will take you out after this.”

* His voice cracks, “Just please don’t go with him.”

* By the time he finishes the demon has you in the back alley and Lady tells Dante how to get there and he goes running

* Dante tries to talk to you more though

* You feel like shit in all honesty

* This all feels off, the man in front of you looks like Dante but doesn’t feel like Dante

* His hands aren’t super big, they aren’t rough with callous’

* This doesn’t feel right

* You hear something in your ear again but it’s getting louder and louder

* “Baby- please listen to me. Please let me know you hear me. I can’t help you if you don’t let me in.”

* You let go of the demons hand and you mind stops fogging up a bit

* You breathe out “Dante?”

* You hear a huff and your name, “Is that you?”

* “Dante? Why is there two of you?

* “The one in front you isn’t real. Im coming to you now, get out of there.”

* The demon obviously caught on, “Come on sweetheart, don’t let go.”

* You try and rip your hand out of his but it’s futile you can loosen the demons strong grip

* “Oh so you figured it out? Well I’m not going to let you survive anyways. I’ll just devour you right now.”

* The demon grabs you by your shoulders and pins you hard against the wall

* The demon bares it fangs and goes for your neck and you hear something through the mic,“Don’t move.”

* A couple shots go off and you hear a howl from the demon

* The demon lets go of you and staggers back then a flash of red appears in front of you

* You breathe heavily “Dante.”

* Dante doesn’t look back but grabs his sword, you see his grip is tight

* “Don’t worry I’m here now. I’ll protect you, just like I promised.”

* The demon laughs, “So this is the man that you love but doesn’t care an inkling about you?”

* The demon looks at Dante, “You know I could see her memories and feel her emotions? I felt the hurt and pain you cause her. You hurt her more than anyone. YOU SAY YOU WANT TO PROTECT HER BUT YOU’VE ONLY HURT HER!”

* Dante freezes and you can see his attention wavering

* The demon tries to capitalize on this but you yell, “THAT’S NOT TRUE! Dante means the world to me and he makes me so happy. Being by him no matter what the context feels me with so much joy. I’m not going to let you make him think he’s not everything to me.”

* That seems to snap Dante back into the fight

* It catches the demon off guard and has a hard time fighting off the many attacks Dante his hitting him with

* Dante deals a fatal blow and the demon falls to the ground

* He stands over the demon who is badly injured and can barely move

* The demon growls, “You want to act like a hero but you’re not! I’m the hero here, I helped women like her be able to get what they wanted. I helped them! Not you. You only have hurt the girl that claims to love you. Stop acting like you’re some goddamn saint!”

* Dante stares at the demon, “No you killed innocent women for your selfish greed. You are no hero. A hero doesn’t march around saying all the good deeds they do, their actions are what speak volume. I’m not hero and no saint, and never claimed to be. But if she told me to do something I’d do it. If she wanted the world I’d give it to her.”

* He grips his sword and slices the demon’s head off

* “I’d do anything for her, after all I love her.”

* You breath hitches at his words

* Dante turns around and stares at you. He looks you up and down, “Are you okay? It didn’t hurt you right?”

* “I’m okay, I’m not hurt.” You two stare each other in silence

* Dante can’t take it anymore and walks over to you and pulls you into a tight embrace

* He holds your head to his chest and you can feel how fast his heart is racing

* “You really scared me sweetheart.”

* “I’m sorry Dante.”

* “Please don’t apologize for anything. I should be the one to apologize.”

* “Dante if what it said bothered you don’t listen to it-“

* Dante squeezes you tighter to him, “I’m not good with words and never have been. But I’ll try my hardest.”

* “I don’t know what I would do without you. You make every day so much better. You keep me sane in this fucked up world we live in.”

* Dante leans back and puts one of his hands on the back of your head to connect your foreheads

* You stare deeply into his beautiful blue eyes

* “I don’t think you understand how radiant you are in my eyes. You walk into a room and my eyes are instantly drawn to you. Damn it… earlier I wanted to compliment you non stop but didn’t know how or what to say. No words felt right to describe what I thought.”

* Dante softly calls your name, “You are so beautiful. Whether you be in this dress, in your pajamas, in my jacket, or wrapped up in a blanket. Even when you’re tired, exhausted, or stressed you’re still so breathtaking in my eyes. Your smile and laugh is so contagious and I crave to hear and see those two things every day. I don’t care if I have to look like an idiot to get my wish, I’ll do it.”

* “Dante-“

* “I’m not done.”

* “Having you in my arms makes me feel at home. You are my home. Coming back to you after every mission makes my heart race. I want to be with you always. I meant what I told that damn demon, if you wanted the world I’d give it to you. No matter what I had to do. Because I love you and nothing will change that.”

* You are lost for words, you have no idea what to say

* Dante was right he’s never been good with words but you can tell he put everything into this declaration

* “Dante, I don’t need the world. I just need you because I love you.”

* Dante lets out a deep sigh that turns into a laugh, “Thank god that confession was good. Don’t know what I would have done if it didn’t.”

* You laugh, “Even just if you just said you loved me I would have believed you.”

* “You deserve more than just a simple confession. But I want to do one more thing.”

* “What is that?”

* “I really and I mean really want to kiss you.”

* “And I really want you to kiss me.” You beam up at him.

* Dante leans down and pulls your head close to connect both of your lips

* The kiss is soft but is over quick

* You two pull apart and then Dante doesn’t hesitate to go back in

* He connect your lips in a heated clash

* He pulls your hips closer to him so you’re completely pressed up against him

* He slides his tongue into your mouth to connect with yours

* You get his message and let your lips and tongues dance in the heated clash

* Dante disconnects again and goes to kiss down your neck

* “You drive me fucking crazy.”

* He knows he finds your sweet spot once you let out a little moan

* “There it is.” He sucks on the spot which makes you let out another moan

* Before Dante can continue his actions you two hear a throat clear in the mic

* “Finally you two confessed but how about the first time you fuck it isn’t in a dirty alley. Where I can also hear.”

* You hide yourself in Dante’s chest out of embarrassment and the man groans

* “Did you really have to ruin the moment? Also I wouldn’t fuck her in a dirty alley, I have dignity.”

* “Whatever just get back to the van so I can take you guys back.”

* “Okay, okay we’re coming.”

* Dante steps back and takes off his jacket and helps you put it on

* Once it on he holds out his hand, “Let’s go home.”

* You grin at him, “Let’s!”

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I have a request plssss!!! This is just basically making it longer but Either them having a funny high convo or them making out……. But anything is fine

of course!! we can sprinkle in a little bit of both, yeah? ;)

JODIE

pairing. bsf¡rafe && reader

content. weed/smoking. fluff. makeout. semi-sexual content(?).

song rec: ‘jodie’ by SZA

“i’m boooredddd,” you dragged out dramatically. your belly was against rafe’s bed, head propped up by your palms, watching some dumb show on tv. his head rested in the dip of your back while he watched a basketball game on his phone.

“i have weeeed,” he dragged it out in a tempting tone, but his attention was still engrossed in the game.

“rafe– it’s 3pm!,” you scolded (as if you weren’t going to say yes, and get high anyway).

“so? stop acting like you aren’t gonna say yes,” he knew you too well…

—

and that’s how you ended up here—high as fuck at 3:30 in the afternoon, laughing your ass off at some story rafe was telling you.

“wait wait– so, you literally sang in front of everyone?!,”you sat up, eyes wide like you didn’t believe what you were hearing.

“the whole soccer team… while running up and down the bleachers, yes,” he was dead serious, but he couldn’t help but laugh at himself, and the situation.

“and this was your way of… apologizing? what did you even do?,” your laughter was uncontainable. you could barely get a full sentence out. you ended up flopping down onto his carpet, playing with strands of your hair while his back was leaned against the foot of his bed. the image of rafe trying to scale the bleachers, avoid the teacher, and sing had you in tears. you were clutching your stomach just to stabilize yourself– of course, if you weren’t high off your ass right now this wouldn’t be nearly as funny—but arguably, that’s what made the story better.

“it doesn’t matter alright, i was in high school! dark times, or whatever. the girl wasn’t even worth it—cheated on me with my ‘best friend’ not even a week after… no shit,” trauma dumping had never been so funny. you didn’t even know why you were laughing anymore, but rafe was too so you didn’t stop yourself.

“shit… i’m– i’m sorry,” you couldn’t even control it anymore, your words broken by your giggles. you rolled on your side to look at rafe as he came down from his fit of laughter. your eyes connected instantly, and suddenly nothing was funny.

“‘s whatever…,” he trailed off, still staring at you, eyes roaming over your body—it was evident you didn’t have a bra on, your sweats sat low on your hips, and the tiny tank top barely covered you, your hair sprawled out on his floor. when his eyes redirected back to your face, a small smirk tugged at your lips. a smirk that made his breathing stutter just a little.

“what is it?,” you asked softly, a short giggle slipped past your plump lips. totally clueless, like you didn’t know what moments like these did to him. he watched the way your chest rose and fell with your light breaths, the way the necklace he had gotten for your birthday two years ago—that he never saw you without—rested against your tanned skin.

you didn’t wait for him to answer, you had seen that look before, “you wanna makeout?,” you spit out before he could even gather his thoughts. it was normal for you two to end up on each other somehow whenever you got high, but something about right now felt different. rafe couldn’t tell if it was all in his head, or if you felt it, too.

“fuck it, c’mere,” he motioned for you to straddle him, and you did without question—like you said—it wasn’t unnatural. his hands quickly found a possessive hold on your hips, squeezing the flesh like it belonged to him.

you quickly leaned in, connecting your lips to his like you’d done many times before. it didn’t mean anything—just a way to pass time, make out with someone without consequences. not for rafe. every time you got into it too much and started moving in his lap, he would physically stiffen in more ways than one.

he couldn’t help it. he had a beautiful girl sat in his lap, kissing him like it was her second nature. you were never awkward with him, and that only turned him on more. he disconnected his lips from yours, moving down your neck, nipping at spots here and there. he was well adjusted to your sensitive spots by this point, attacking them like he was on a mission. the way you moved above him, small whimpers leaving your lips like you physically couldn’t help it… yeah, he was so gone for you.

the way you’d kiss him until your lips were swollen, and that perfect shade of pinkish red… he could faint. his hands would move under your tiny shirt, eventually squeezing your tits just to see if you’d let him go that far—you always would—and he took full advantage of that.

"so fuckin’ pretty,” he mumbled against your lips. his hooded, desperate eyes looking into yours like you were the only thing that existed in his mind—

and maybe you were.

an: this is more like a blurb than a one shot. i lowkey hate this—it’s rushed, && it’s kinda short sorryyyy

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[slutzforbueckers]

can you do y/n who went viral/famous for how good she played in high school and how insanely pretty she was meeting the uconn girls for the first time since she committed to playing their and Geno introduces them to the girls and they ask her a bunch of questions ( basically fan girling) and one of the girls ask her if she’s dating anyone which she the tells them that she’s gay and that catches them off guard which makes Paige start liking her and the more they get too know each other they both have feeling for each other leading to smut

once in a lifetime

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: smut

synopsis: paige takes a liking to you after you join the team, slowly but surely.

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you had been to plenty of campuses- visited, toured, played in their gyms— but none of them had felt like this. UCONN was different, the moment you stepped foot in the practice facility, your stomach was burning with nerves. you had dreamed of playing here your whole life, becoming a husky is what motivated you to be as great as you are now.

geno met you in the lobby, already sipping coffee and smirking like he could spot your nervousness a mile away. “you sure you’re ready for this?”

you tilted your head with a nervous laugh. “i think so.”

his grin widened as he nodded, slinging an arm around your shoulders like you were already one of his own. “good, because they’ve been talking about you since december. i’m not sure if they wanna play with you or date you.”

you choked out a laugh, cheeks warming. you could already feel the butterflies in your stomach disappearing, hearing that they already liked you made things a lot easier. “that bad?”

he held the door open for you, snickering before he spoke, “worse.”

the sound of sneakers on hardwood stopped as soon as the doors opened and you stepped in—the echo of dribbling died, a team of the most talented women’s basketball players in the country were staring at you like they had just seen a celebrity. which, to be fair, wasn’t entirely inaccurate.

you had gone viral more times than you could count—crossovers that made people drop their phones, game-winners that left crowds screaming, and that one video of you pulling up from half-court and winking into the camera had something like 8 million views. everyone knew you were good at basketball but they also knew your face, a face that could probably have you a successful career in modeling if you weren't interested in making people trip over their own two feet.

geno cleared his throat, gesturing to you. “alright, alright. no need to act like she’s beyoncé.”

your ears perked up and you held back a laugh as you watched kk nudge ice and whisper loud enough for everyone to hear, “she kinda looks like beyoncé.”

"okay, i'm leaving her in your hands. welcome her and try not to scare her off." geno shook his head with a sigh and patted you on the shoulder before heading back to his office.

that's what broke the ice— the court exploded with chatter and movement, the team crowding around you like fans after a game. they all spoke at once and it was hard to keep up.

“hey girly! im kk, the best player on the team. i'll teach you everything i know.”

“you mean how to miss layups?” another voice chimed in. you turned to see azzi smirking, arms crossed. “hi, i’m azzi. don’t listen to anything kk says—any of them for that matter.”

"thanks for the heads up." you smiled, laughing as more girls introduced themselves. it was fast and chaotic, but somehow you already felt like you belonged. after the introduction came the questions, they were all curious about your stats, how you got so good. you looked past the group to see paige—standing a little apart, cool blue eyes on you, arms crossed loosely over her chest.

you knew who she was, obviously. everybody did. the face of women's college basketball. you had followed her on social media, followed her career. she played with swag, control, talent—and somehow, she looked even better in person. her blonde hair was tied back, a light sheen of sweat on her temple, eyes steady and unreadable.

you met her gaze and smiled. she didn’t smile back, not quite, but the corner of her mouth twitched. she turned away, grabbing her water bottle from the bench like nothing had just happened. before you could think too long about it, kk threw an arm around your shoulder. “so, who's the lucky guy?”

you laughed, not expecting the question so soon. “i’m gay, there will be no lucky guy.”

dead silence. twelve stunned faces looked back at you like you’d just dropped another game-winning buzzer beater. paige had turned around, her brows furrowing as she looked at you.

"well that was unexpected,” ice muttered. “never would've thought.”

laughter broke out again, and a few girls high-fived you. you rolled your eyes playfully, but your heart was beating a little faster—and not just from the attention but because you felt eyes on you. one pair in particular. you turned slightly, scanning the room. paige was looking at you from across the court again. this time, she didn’t look away. something flickered in her expression, curiosity, interest, maybe something else. then she grabbed a ball and started shooting like nothing happened.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

you adjusted quickly—your game fit right in with theirs, fast-paced, sharp, aggressive. the girls respected you instantly. it wasn’t hard making friends— jana and azzi basically adopted you, dragging you to every team hangout, movie night, and post-practice snack run. sarah kept calling you “future,” morgan taught you every ridiculous tiktok dance she knew, and kk kept giving you flirty little side-eyes like she wasn’t totally kidding.

but paige? paige was… different. she wasn’t cold, she just wasn’t as easy. she’d joke with the others but was quieter around you. she’d pass to you perfectly during drills but barely speak to you after. you caught her looking sometimes—quick glances when you weren’t supposed to notice—but whenever your eyes met, she’d look away.

it should’ve annoyed you, you weren’t used to people being indifferent—especially not when they looked at you like that—but something about it hooked you.

one day after practice, you lingered in the gym, getting up extra shots. you were mid-three when you heard the squeak of shoes behind you.

“you’re always the last one out,” paige said. you turned. she was leaning on the wall, arms folded, sweaty from practice but still somehow effortlessly composed.

“you stalking me?” you teased.

a small smile pulled at her lips. “just wondering what you’re trying to prove.”

you arched a brow. “you think i’ve got something to prove?”

she walked closer, picking up a ball and rolling it in her hands. “you play like you do.”

“i play like i love it.”

she nodded, looking at you again, really looking. “you ever stop moving?”

you stepped toward her now, slow, deliberate. “you ever stop watching?”

that made her blink, she dropped the ball, and it bounced away. for the first time, paige bueckers looked flustered.

“…i’ll see you tomorrow,” she mumbled, turning quickly and heading toward the locker room. you watched her go, chest buzzing with a strange mix of pride and something you didn’t want to name yet. the next day, paige passed you the ball a little harder, guarded you a little tighter, smirked at you when you sank a shot in her face.

it wasn’t much but it was something.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

you weren't sure when things changed exactly. maybe it was that late practice when everyone else had cleared out and it was just the two of you. maybe it was the way she had started passing to you with just a little more trust. or maybe it was in the locker room—when you caught her watching you as you peeled off your jersey, her gaze lingering for a second too long before she quickly looked away, cheeked tinged pink.

but something shifted.

the distance between you and paige didn't feel cold anymore, it felt like a string was burning between you, pulling you closer to each other, like you were circling something inevitable. it started with small things, she started sitting near you during team meetings—quiet but present. when you cracked a joke she laughed, not loud like kk but still a laugh.

one night, you stayed in the gym late, a airpod in, hoodie up, working on your footwork with no one but your reflection and the sound of squeaking soled to keep you company. when you you missed a step and cursed under your breath, a voice behind you nearly made you jump out of your skin.

"try slowing down."

you turned, startled. paige was leaning against the wall, arms folded over a white tank top damp with sweat. “you watching me again, bueckers?”

she just shrugged, walking toward you. “just thinking you’re too good to end up on the bench.”

you rolled your eyes but handed her the ball. “then show me.”

she did, effortlessly. her steps were sharp, deliberate, her pace controlled. you watched her every movement—not just how her body moved, but how she looked at you while she moved. there was something different in her eyes now. you switched spots, trying to mimic her timing. she stepped close, fingertips grazing your waist as she adjusted your stance.

“don’t rush the pivot,” she murmured. “let it come to you.”

you exhaled slowly. her voice was soft, closer than it needed to be, and it made a shiver run through your spine. “didn’t know you gave private lessons,” you said, voice lower than usual.

she stepped back with a small smile. “guess you're special.”

your breath caught—just for a second—but it was enough. the look in her eyes was different now. not guarded, not shy, just there. honest. wanting. you tossed the ball aside, watching it bounce across the hardwood. “so what happens after the lesson?”

she hesitated for a second, like she wasn’t sure if she heard you right. then she moved toward you again, steps slow, deliberate. “that depends,” she murmured, standing close enough now that you could feel the heat of her body through your hoodie. “you still want me watching?”

“i want more than that,” you whispered.

you weren’t sure who moved first—maybe it was you, maybe it was her—but suddenly her mouth was on yours, hungry and searching, and you melted into it. her hands found your waist, fingers slipping under the hem of your hoodie, gripping your hips like she’d been dying to. you kissed her back with everything you had, all the tension, the teasing, the heat that had been building between you for weeks pouring out in that moment.

she pressed against you fully, tongue sliding over yours as she deepened the kiss. her hands slipped lower, gripping the backs of your thighs, and you got the message quick—jumping up, wrapping your legs around her like you’d done it a thousand times. she carried you to the edge of the court, setting you down on the bleachers with a groan. her lips never left yours for long—just enough to pull off your hoodie, eyes raking over you like you were something she’d been craving.

her fingers slipped into your waistband slightly, fingers brushing just enough to make your hips twitch. she pulled back, eyes meeting yours. “you want this?”

“yes.”

she didn’t hesitate after that. her fingers slid down—firm, controlled, just like her game. her touch was confident, knowing exactly where to press, how to build the pressure. you groaned, back arching slightly, but she kept her free hand on your thigh, grounding you. her name slipped from your lips like prayer, over and over.

“look at me,” she said quietly.

you met her gaze, and it nearly undid you. her lips were parted, her chest rising and falling, but her focus was locked entirely on you, watching you fall apart for her. her fingers moved faster, deeper, her thumb circling just right, and your body started to shake—your breath coming in short, messy gasps. “paige—“

“i got you,” she whispered. “let go.”

you did—your head dropped back, a broken moan slipping from your mouth as the wave hit. she didn’t stop until your thighs were trembling, until you had to push her hand away with a shaky laugh and a whispered curse. she finally stood upright again, eyes full of something quiet and wild all at once. she leaned in, kissing you softer now, almost sweet.

“1v1 me?”

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

[lvl1l1]

I'd love to see some funny interactions of MC daily struggles as a girly girl with the LaDS men.

Such as, forgetting to eat all day, her fingers and toes are always cold, scorching hot showers, etc.

LaDS men witnessing “just girl things”

pairings: LaDS Men x F!Reader

content: fluff hcs

a/n: this one’s a bit shorter, sorry (╥﹏╥) hope you still like it!

• Rafayel is always warm, perks of his evol and all, so whenever you touch him with your freezing cold hands, he jumps back

• Sylus likes warmth, considering he’s basically a lizard, so whenever he goes to hold your hands while you two are out, he’s surprised by how cold they are. He’ll either stuff your hands into his coat pockets or warm them up with his own hands.

• It’s really easy to jumpscare them both when you press your cold feet against their calves while cuddling. Rafayel bought you thick, fuzzy socks to wear(he insists you were them before heading to bed).

• Caleb already knew you had a tendency to forget eating and drinking all day. He leaves reminder notes around the house, before going to work, leaving them in spots he knows you’ll find.

• Whenever you send Zayne a text, complaining about a headache or feeling fatigued, the first thing he does is ask you if you’ve eaten yet. He scolds you, if you say you haven’t. He started sending hourly texts to remind you to eat.

• You bring Xavier along on your shopping trips, he’s very confused when you pick up items, “Oh, I’ve been looking for something exactly like this!” just to then put them back. He asks if you want him to buy it for you, his confusion doesn’t wear off when you decline.

• Rafayel loves your everything showers, he started joining in on your routine. He’s sad that you only do them every sunday though, wanting to do them more often.

• The first time you took a shower together with Xavier, he started feeling concerned by how hot you turn the water. He’s asking if it doesn’t burn your skin. Now, everytime you shower together you compromise to leave the water warm instead of scorching, for his sake.

• Sylus on the other hand loves your burning hot showers, he started taking showers just as hot when you aren’t around, it helps relax his muscles.

• While Zayne is glad you take care of your skin, he does think a 15 step skincare routine might be overkill. He tells you, using too many products is unnecessary, but he tries not to pry too much. He does make sure you don’t overdo it to the point your skin gets irritated, though.

• Caleb doesn’t mind waiting for you outside of the dressing room, he loves seeing your little fashion shows. He doesn’t understand why you put them all back on the rack after though. Not listening to you saying you don’t need the clothes after all, he picks them right back up and buys all of them for you.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Hampstead

Synopsis: Everyone was confused when the most beloved NFL couple called it quits out of nowhere with more questions lingering than answers. Joe left you hurting when he promised to give you the world, and you were done being quiet about it.

At least the two of you would always have Hampstead.

Pairing: Ex-boyfriend!Joe Burrow x Ex-girlfriend!Reader

Requested by: editor-in-chief @hoodharlow ���

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Stupid

That was the only word that you could use to describe your current actions.

The actions that had been going on for the past month and a half.

Crying for hours until you couldn't anymore or until you had given yourself a headache.

Barely eating.

It was the fact that even your favorite foods weren’t given a second thought.

Truth be told, they actually disgusted you now.

Because it always brought you back to him.

No one had seen you since you had been avoiding everyone's calls and now you figured that people were starting to worry.

But no, you weren't stupid for expressing how you felt and you weren’t stupid for being upset about how you two ended.

End was a word that you never thought would describe your relationship with the best man that you had come across in your adult life that immediately swept you up off of your feet.

It felt like you were living in a fairy tale when you first met him and just knew that you had found your person.

It was no secret that Ciara, who you met on the set of The Color Purple, and her husband Russell Wilson had an amazing track record when it came to being matchmaker.

Your other close friend, Normani got engaged to DK Metcalf and they were set up by none other than those two.

Jealousy never flowed through your veins as much as it did when they posted their engagement pictures. Yes, you were happy for her, but at the same time, that was supposed to be you.

Where was your happy ending?

More often than not, you and Joe would talk about the future, getting married and how many kids you wanted to have. You basically already lived with him seeing as you had more clothes in his closet than you did in your own.

But, not anymore.

It felt like time had stopped when you caught him cheating.

Cheating in the bed that you laid in with him less than 72 hours before.

All you could do was stare in disbelief, but when you did finally snap out of it, you casually slipped off the bracelet that Joe had gifted you for your last anniversary.

Joe didn't offer an explanation once he had been caught. Only thing he said,

“I thought you wouldn't be back until tomorrow.”

After that statement left his mouth, you shook your head and turned on your heels to walk away from the bedroom.

He didn't run after you.

If that was his reaction seeing you when it was meant to be a surprise, there was no doubt in your mind that he probably climbed right back on top of that girl that he was currently using to desperately reach his orgasm.

It was a week later when the news official broke, with Joe's publicist releasing a statement first.

In walked the confusion from both sets of parents, siblings, friends, and basically the entire world.

You two were meant for each other–or so you thought.

While you were left hurting, Joe went about his life as usual and even opened up more to his fans.

It was like the two of you never existed for the past two years of his life.

It wasn't until he was in NOLA for the Super Bowl when he was asked about the two of you and why things ended out of nowhere.

Joe simply shrugged before uttering, “Sometimes as much as we want something, it's not meant to be.”

It was at that point that a fire had lit underneath you.

If that's how he wanted to play it, then fine.

The world was about to find out that Joe Burrow, the star quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals, was a cheater.

And had zero remorse.

You would let him have his fun now, but when he least expected it, you were going to out him for the entire world to see.

In the end, at least you had Hampstead.

Always.

Two weeks later, you released it.

Liked by ciara, theshaderoom, arianagrande, sweetie, and 2,639,541 others

y/nbailey: And for the record, I'm not the one who ruined us. You did.

But, we'll always have Hampstead 💔

-> y/nsbabydaddy: so that fucker basically cheated on her 😡

-> ciara: oh, this is why you haven't been answering my calls

-> y/nbaileysource: WE RIDE AT DAWN

-> joeyandy/n: welp no engagement is happening now 🙃🫠

Once the song was posted on Instagram, there was no going back, and it was evident that everyone now knew what he did.

After its release at midnight, you turned your phone completely off before drifting into what was the most peaceful sleep you had gotten in months, all for you to turn on your phone at nine in the morning to see a text from Joe staring back at you.

Joe- Y/N, I know it's late, but can we talk?

Joe- I understand if you say no or don't reply altogether

Joe- I love you, and I'm sorry. Just wanted you to know that.

Shaking your head as you sat up in bed, your fingers started flying across the keyboard.

Typing and then deleting what you had wrote, until you finally hit send, not wanting to delay it any longer.

You- You're only sorry because I outed you

[the-maid-of-witchwood]

My good friend, gimme your Steph and her ships headcanons

But of course!

Solo headcanons:

Steph was a hidden pregnancy, nobody knew she was there until her mom (Georgina) went into labour - her parents didn’t want children

Becky was one of her first nannies but only lasted a couple months as Solomon found her really soft and annoying, so as soon as Georgina died, she was fired

She and Grace first met as babies but neither of them know it

Steph was a pretty spoiled child

Shop is her favourite class and the only one she’s consistently getting good marks/attendance for

Mr. Houston is her favourite teacher

Is part of the Smoke Club but isn’t frequently there as much these days

Had a very big Heathers phase, still kinda does

She also had a Hunger Games phase before that and got really into archery, took up classes. Her aim is extraordinarily sharp

She’s actually really athletic and good at a handful of sports, she just doesn’t really bother in school anymore

She is a really avid music listener but cannot read sheet music or play instruments for shit

Really into rock specifically

The online girlie™

Loves horror - films, TV shows, games - and has always been really invested in creepypasta

May or may not have told some scary stories to the Monroe boys’ at the country club and scared them shitless

Seriously, if Steph was in charge of the prank, she could have given Max a heart attack

Is actually really good at debate because her father made her take classes and she gets plenty of practice when getting involved in internet drama

Clearly wins a lot of arguments against him now that she’s older, which gives her the power and cockiness to just wave away his influence and orders (until he gets at her phone of course)

She also is really good at politics

She’s actually really close with Jason and Kyle - childhood friends, basically her older brothers

Cheats at games

Is the “Dakota” in their group’s DND (see StarKid Rolls the Dice)

She’s dyslexic

Was diagnosed late in high school as Solomon was convinced she was just stupid and making excuses as to why she couldn’t do her work

Steph and Miss Tessburger do secretly care about each other. Neither will admit it. Wouldn’t go as far as mother-and-daughter relationship, but definitely tone their bitchiness (to each other) down if they notice the other is having a bad day

Steph puts her money into crypto. Sorry, I can’t imagine Solomon knows what it is or why he’d bother with something so silly

Fidgets with her rings a lot

Is really confident in her own skin, as she should be because she is so beautiful and literally has the school falling after her

Is actually a really good photographer

Her Insta page is undeniably killer

Someone get this girl a proper camera though because the phone can only do so much

In middle school, she, Brenda and Stacy did wear pink every Wednesday

She is incredibly well travelled - having had the money to go anywhere and her father only taking the best holidays - and she really enjoys travelling

One of the taller girls

Claims she doesn’t do dressing up because it’s lame, but gets really into Halloween

Flawless makeup and hair always

People haven’t seen her otherwise for years

Once bribed Grace to let her paint her nails in exchange for having to listen to Grace tell her about the bible. They keep doing this. Steph wipes it all off at the end of the school day so Grace doesn’t get in trouble with her parents

Has a lot of opinions on Spotify Wrapped (both general and hers specifically)

She and Zoey are near identical, leading to the latter always getting mistaken for Steph (as the more well known of the two because local celebrity, the Mayor’s daughter) but Steph has been mistaken for Zoey once or twice by Sam. Kicks him every time

Doesn’t like fake nails

Is a very physical person, especially when showing love

Spends a lot of money on her loved ones

The most competitive person

Lautity:

Pan for pan!

Steph makes a lot of corny pan related jokes, Grace finds them really funny

Again, Grace fell first, Steph fell harder

Steph tries going to church with Grace but really struggles with it

She will, however, attend events at church (bake sales, charity auction, etc) and just messes with the pastors by asking silly questions

Insert Mariah’s “Yah, Father!” here

Is probably Mark and Karen’s least favourite person for that reason

Don’t worry, she gets on really well with Grace’s aunt, Lucy. These bitches talk so much gossip and shit on Grace’s parents (and the Jerries because fuck them)

It’s because of Lucy they met as babies but that’s a story for another time

Grace tries watching horror for Steph but doesn’t like it, spends most of it curled up and hiding in Steph’s side. She still agrees to watch every time

Steph watches documentaries with Grace and asks her questions throughout because Grace talking about her interests is precious

The nerds help Steph write a love note for Grace

They then help Grace make a meme for Steph

Steph has tried and failed to play Grace’s flute

Steph buys Grace sheet music for the dumbest songs (Never Gonna Give You Up, Coconut Mall, All Star, the Mii song, etc) and has her play them for the group, forcing the nerds to listen to them and then tell Grace how good she is

Ruth makes them go see Wicked together as a friend group, purely to have Grace and Steph unknowingly go as Elphaba and Glinda by just wearing their regular clothes/colours. Steph, having definitely seen stuff for the film is prepared, they both show up dressed as completely different movie characters

(Steph went as Jessica Rabbit and Grace went as Sleeping Beauty)

They also didn’t watch the movie at all because they spent the whole time staring at each other and kissing

Burnerphone (Lex x Steph):

The only Steph ship where she loses her dominance

Lex won’t put up with her entitled, rich girl bullshit and will tell her when she’s being a brat

Steph will be more of a brat in the hopes of getting told off for it in the bedroom

They knew of each other when Lex was still in school and interacted in passing but that was about it

They met later through Ziggs at a party

Smoking buds

Lex gets on fairly well with Steph’s friends, though they are awkward because Lex is the epitome of “older, cool college girlfriend” in spite of not in college

Steph smuggles Lex into all the senior events they missed (homecoming, lock in, ditch day, prom, graduation) - probably bought Grace off to keep her quiet about it

Same music tastes

Gets on really well with Hannah

Steph doesn’t really do kids but she makes an exception here

Sends Hannah a photo of a random spider she finds almost every day with the caption “dude, is this ur webby?”

She has absolutely dragged Pamela for filth, if not gotten physical, in most of their interactions

Pamela is convinced Lex is dating Steph just for money

Steph only goes to Toy Zone to flirt with Lex and annoy the fuck out of Frank by shooting him with a nerf gun

Lex isn’t comfortable with a lot of fancy, expensive dates, so they usually just drive out somewhere quiet and have a picnic together

Steph convinces Lex to audition for plays in Hatchetfield

Firephone? Firelight? I don’t know what their ship name is or if they even have one but (Brooke x Steph):

Essentially the more chaotic, less chill and pyromaniac version of Burnerphone

They are Grace’s worst nightmare and honestly Miss Mulberry’s too (and half the HFFD and HFPD)

Smoking buds

Brooke brings out Steph’s impulsivity to its full power

Steph encourages Brooke’s don’t give a fuck attitude

Personally responsible for all the fire alarms going off in Hatchetfield High

If these two both leave to go to the bathroom together, you might as well grab your shit and head outside now

They are big time gossipers

Definitely get into the most insane situations

Seriously, playing Never Have I Ever with them is an experience because you get to hear about all their stories which are really good but totally nuts

Probably meet up when being sent to the Principal’s office, go off, make out and then come back like nothing happened

Queens of the Smoke Club

I already did Lautski and Lautskity for Pete

[americanwh0rerstory]

Hey, so I have a request. Can you write Pre-Cult Kai and it's like the dating years, getting married, having kids with the reader etc. If you're comfortable with that. I love your work!

His Girl

Pre cult!Kai Anderson x f!reader

SUMMARY: headcanons and little snippets of life with pre cult Kai

WARNINGS: pure fluff and references to nsfw. Ooc Kai, haven’t watched cult since September

REFERENCES TO NSFW, NONE EXPLICITLY WRITTEN

A/N: a kai request? For me? Awh shucks you shouldn’t have 🥰 I love writing Kai he’s so fun, I’ve never written much pre cult Kai though

DATING

He never believed an incel loser like himself would ever get with someone as amazing as You

He treats you like a queen. His queen. He’s shy, awkward, but he tries to be sweet

Eventually he shares with you what he and winter would do on the internet (yk all the trolling stuff?) but only if he knew you wouldn’t start to hate him for it.

Very rarely he’ll ask winter for advice, but most of the time he’ll check various forums and blogs. Or just ask reddit

Snippet

> my girlfriends birthday is tomorrow, what do I do?

He writes while you sleep, clicking the post button before setting his laptop off to the side. He looked down at you, sleeping beside him and he couldn’t help but play with your hair while waiting for replies. He took in the sight of you: how peaceful you look, how your breathing was soft and nearly inaudible, the gentle rise and fall of your chest.

Ping ping ping

The laptop. He had some replies.

Chocolate and flowers. Basic but simple

Dick her down

Take her on a date

He read through the replies, most of them seemed to be helpful, some weren’t in the slightest. Ultimately he decided on a movie date. He meticulously checked every movie showing at the cinema, trying to decide which one you’d enjoy the best. He brought popcorn, chocolates, and a pair of promise rings for you both.

He didn’t want to lose you

MARRIAGE

The proposal was awkward but sweet. He probably fell when trying to get on one knee, and he nearly dropped the ring box, but it was impossible to say no to him

He proposed in the basement during a movie night.

He helped you plan the wedding, but he was pretty clueless about it all.

For once, he didnt seek the internet for advice. He wanted to pick his own outfit, it was HIS wedding, and he didn’t want others getting involved

It was a relatively small wedding: your family + winter. But it made the two of you happy so it didn’t matter

Snippet

His hands trembled as he looked in the mirror, making final adjustments to his suit. He never anticipated that he’d get married, let alone to someone as perfect as you. It still felt surreal to him all these years later.

He tucked his shirt into his trousers, adjusted his lapel, and pushed his hair out of his face. He wasn’t ready, physically he was but mentally he wasn’t. But it was nearly time

————————————————————————

He stood at the alter, palms clammy from nerves while he gazed down the aisle waiting to see you. And once he saw you, his breath involuntarily hitched. The dress fit you like a glove, your hair had a beautiful braid in it (the braid’s relevant later just go with it), and you looked like the epitome of beauty.

He swore he fell in love all over again from seeing you look so perfect; he finally had his wife. His queen.

HAVING KIDS

Kai never expected to have kids, he always hated the idea of having a kid.

Upon finding out you’re pregnant, he was there at your beck and call to make sure you was okay

If you had a girl, he’d learn the same braid you had on your wedding so he could style her hair

Either way, he doesn’t want to be like his dad. He won’t let himself become that sort of parent

A/N: I hope this is good for you! I didn’t have many ideas for having kids, but I can try to expand on it in a separate fic/hc post

KAI ANDERSON TAGLIST: @urmomsg1rlfreind @alittleobsessedbitch @marchsfreakshow

[gothamite-rambler]

Batman (and Oracle) finding out Nightwing is dating Starfire again

I was going to take this another route leaning more towards comedy, but then thought how would Batman truly react to it. He would have his misgivings, but not be mad since Starfire isn't a villain. Barbara and Dick did date in my stories, but that love soon showed it was more platonic and the two went back to being friends finding that was the best option especially once the physically attraction Barbara had fizzled away lol. This is for my ao3 fanfic. It won't get much traction cause it's so long and written like a script, but when I do post it on ao3 it'll be written in a chapter format.

Batman: Put your phone away.

Nightwing (apathetic, texting): No.

Batman: Did you forget who I am?

Nightwing: How could I? You use it as both a defense and an excuse when you’re not announcing yourself.

Batman: I’m letting that snide comment go. Since you remembered I am Batman and your father I will you again ask you to put your phone away.

Nightwing: No one is here except us and Oracle listening in. When we have to deal with the latest villain of the week, I’ll put my phone away.

Nightwing resumed silently texting, occasionally letting out a soft laugh. Batman crossed his arms, running through the possible people the hero could be texting that left him distracted from focusing on working.

Batman: Who is she?

Nightwing: What?

Batman: Don’t “what” me. You’re dating someone, and this new fling is making you distracted enough to text while working.

Nightwing: Being a superhero can have breaks in between.

Batman: That doesn't answer my question. Who are you dating?

Nightwing paused texting, turning away slightly and not responding.

Batman: Are you back together with Oracle? If so, I beg you to not make it as annoying like you two did the last time.

Oracle (on the comms, teasing): He wishes he could handle me a third time!

Nightwing (smirking): No, don't worry. I wanted her, but that fizzled out like soda left out in the hot sun for two days.

Batman sighed, crossing his arms.

Batman: Stop it and tell me who it is. Your behavior suggests it’s someone you’ve been with in the past. I’ve noticed it all this week, but I assumed it was some other kind of good news. No one is around, so just tell me who the lucky girl is.

Nightwing: I’d rather keep this secret for a—

Nightwing's phone pinged three times. He checked the messages and nodded.

Nightwing (reading aloud as he sent replies): Those are perfect for you. And send... Um, they sent me pictures of the outfits they purchased. Nothing dirty.

Batman: That’s good to know. Nightwing, this conversation is clearly important enough that you can’t focus on patrolling Gotham. I’m asking nicely—who are you dating? I won’t be mad.

Nightwing groaned, keeping his back to Batman.

Nightwing (whispering): Starfire.

Batman: What?

Nightwing (coughing): Starfire.

Batman (mishearing): Lars Friar?

Oracle (shouting through the comms): HE'S DATING STARFIRE AGAIN!

Batman hid his surprise hearing Nightwing moan nervously and cover his face. Batman took a deep breath to maintain his usual stoic attitude.

Batman: Oh, Star—Star—Starfire? The alien princess who fights with Red Hood? The one who used to wear basically fig leaves as a hero suit? The one you dumped years ago?

Nightwing (turning to face Batman): Yes, she doesn’t dress like that anymore, and if she did, that’s her choice. She looks amazing regardless. And yes, we reconnected, fought together, and fell back in love.

Oracle (cooing): The lovebirds are back together.

Oracle’s laughter made Nightwing and Batman exchange the same annoyed expression.

Oracle: During my younger, blindly infatuated years, I would have been jealous and sobbing my eyes out, but I’m happy for you two. Congrats, Don Juan.

Nightwing: That don wishes he was me. Batman, how are you handling this?

Batman (mentally reasoning if this was good or bad): Currently processing… For now, I’m happy for you both. If she hurts you, I will help you get revenge, but I’ll reserve judgment until I get to know her more.

Nightwing: You already got to know her.

Batman: Yeah, I didn’t like her. But if she’s making you smile, I can… put aside that concern. It’s physically hurting me.

Nightwing: I can tell. Hell must've frozen over; I’ll take it. Want to know how we got back together?

Batman: It’s a slow night. Tell me while we walk.

Nightwing agreed, walking with his father down the street as he recounted the story. Oracle sat back in her seat, eagerly eating popcorn.

Nightwing: Awesome. Remember that evil musician I told you about who was popular in Bludhaven? They're a big part of this story.

[rosy-hollow]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ: Career Day

ᴀ/ɴ: lowk didn't know if this chapter was going to be long enough and then ended up going over what i planned :O full series masterlist here!

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: cursing, death, blood, gore, the hunger games

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader

You’ve been walking for what feels like years.

You tell your District 2 ally this, and he just scoffs, saying “It’s been 30 minutes, dumbass.”

The blonde never told you where you were going and when you asked, he just ignored you. He just started walking the moment the sun came up. His red eyes darted in various directions suggesting he was looking for something, but what?

It unsettles you, and yet- some strange consciousness in the back of your mind says to trust him.

It’s not like you had a better idea anyways.

Your dagger, the wooden one, pricks your skin, splinters painfully digging into your palm - but you can’t bring yourself to care.

New ally or not, death is guaranteed unless you win.

And you didn’t feel like dying yet.

Suddenly, Bakugou stops - forcefully grabbing your wrist and holding your body close to his as he ducks behind a tree, red eyes sweeping over the clearing the both of you were about to enter.

You realize why Bakugou brought you here.

The Career Camp.

You freeze, the only thing grounding you is the feeling of Bakugou’s heartbeat against your back.

His grip on you tightens, waiting for a moment before releasing you.

“No one’s here. We need to be quick. Grab what you can.” he murmurs, and you nod, following him quickly through the clearing and picking the tent closest to you- a green one- and darting inside.

You find a steel dagger, much nicer than the one you made, grabbing it as you spot a first aid kit in the corner.

You grab that too.

When you leave, you have a backpack (also stolen) full of supplies, random weapons, first aid, food - enough to last you and Bakugou a few days.

You’re about to call out to your ally when a voice stops you in your tracks.

“So nice of you to drop in, Katsuki.”

The voice is bubbly, and feminine, yet you can sense the underlying loathing in her tone. Her use of his first name makes you pause though - were they close?

Bakugou stays silent, and another voice pops up. 

“You know, we thought you were dead.” a boy this time, speaks up. “Left to the mercy of the forest.”

The girl from before sighs, and you hear footsteps - was she pacing?

“If only we were that lucky..” she says, with condescending - and it makes you pause.

What happened between Bakugoui and the Careers?

Taking a breath, you grip onto your new dagger, peeking out from the folds of the tent.

You counted 4 Careers - two male, two female. You remember the girl from District 1 died in the bloodbath at the Cornucopia, along with 12 others - but the remaining odds were still dangerous.

Even with Bakugou on your side, there was no way you could get out of this fight unscathed.

The blond is on the ground with a nasty cut on his arm - shit how did you not hear that? - the boy from earlier that you recognize to be from District 4 pinning him down. 

Your heart thuds. Regardless of how eager you were to become allies with him, you both had come into an agreement.

Even if not explicitly stated, you basically agreed to protect him.

Which is why when you sprint out of the tent, you toss your dagger to Katsuki, who picks up and drives it into the neck of the boy above him.

The latter screams out in agony, blood painting his skin red, eyes rolling back as he weakly claws at his throat before going limp, dead.

Before you can dwell too hard on what he’s done, you race to Bakugou’s side just in time to see the remaining three Careers look at you in outrage.

The girl from District 4 is irate, breathing heavily as she points her trident in your direction. 

“You bitch!” she screeches, lunging towards you, mere seconds away from being impaled as you roll over, crouching down low as she stumbles, off balance.

The other girl, Bakugou’s district partner from 2 - Himiko Toga, the name flashing in your mind - just laughs.

“This is your new partner Katsuki? A weak little thing from 11?” she asks, the lack of malice in her tone contradicting the bloodlust in her feline eyes.

Bakugou simply groans, yanking your dagger out of the fallen Career’s neck, deflecting a strike from the District 1 boy just in time.

The District 4 girl breathes heavily, a maniacal scream ripping from her lungs as she pounces again, but this time you’re ready.

Stepstepping her swiftly, you reach for Bakugou’s machete, discarded after the initial skirmish, raising your arms and driving the butt of it into the back of her head, the girl collapsing, unconscious. You pant heavily, turning your head as Bakugou kicks the boy from District 1 off of him, the two of you sprinting into the undergrowth - Toga’s unnerving yellow eyes tracking your retreating forms.

You two run for what feels like miles, lungs burning and your fingers clutching Bakugou’s wrist so hard they turn white.

You want to keep running, but he stops you, holding you close to him until your breathing evens out.

When you finally calm down, he looks around silently, making sure no one’s around before he sits, resting his head against the bark of a tree and closing his eyes, leaving you to stand there awkwardly.

Opening the backpack you stole, you take out the first aid kit quietly, extracting the contents you needed before putting it back, making your way over to your ally’s side. 

Kneeling down, you gingerly start to disinfect the wound - the blond hissing out in pain, red eyes snapping open and over to you. 

“What the fuck do yo-”

“Shut up and stop moving.” You say sharply, cutting him off as you continue to tend to his wounds.

When you finish cleaning, you wrap the gauze around his bicep and slowly make your way down to his forearm with practiced, gentle hands; Bakugou’s piercing gaze following your every move.

When you finish, and sit back, your eyes raking over his figure one last time before standing up, putting the rest of the gauze and disinfectant in your backpack once more.

Rummaging around in your pack, you find a sandwich - how the hell did the Careers manage to get this? You take it out, handing a half over to Katsuki before taking a bite out of your own.

You don’t mention what happened at the Career campsite, and neither does he, silently making your way through the meal.

You’re grateful for that.

You’re almost done with your half of the sandwich when his voice fills the silence.

“When did you learn how to do that?” 

“Huh? Do what?”

“All of that. The climbing, and the fighting, and the shit with the bandages-”

You raise an eyebrow. “I believe we had the same access to trainers before the Games, Bakugou.”

The blond lets out a tch, rolling his eyes. “That’s not what I meant, dumbass. I meant-”

“If you’ve always been able to to that shit, why the fuck didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?”

That makes you pause.

He had a point.

Why didn’t you?

You stay silent for a moment, watching the sunlight peek through the tops of the trees above. With how thick the foliage was, it was almost impossible to tell what time of day it was.

You breathe out slowly. “In a way, life in District 11 is just like it is here. Survival of the fittest and all.”

Bakugou stares at you, his silence a green light to continue.

“The ones that weren’t strong enough the moment they were old enough to work in the fields… immediately became a scion to the rest.” you bite your lip, thinking. “Most of my friends refused to be seen around me the moment my little brother was born without a leg.”

Your ally’s eyes widened just a fraction - he was listening, you realized. Not just listening, he understood.  The thought made you feel less alone.

“My mom was bedridden after giving birth, so it was up to me and my dad to work for the four of us. You’d think that being the agricultural district, we get the most food, but we’re not allowed to eat any of it. And most of the extras that are for us go to the Peacekeepers.” you shrug. “I had to do what I needed to survive.”

Bakugou raises an eyebrow and you pause, realizing what you just implied. “I didn’t kill anyone if that’s what you were thinking.” you say hurriedly. “I just learned how to fight. It was that, or starve.”

Your fingers play with the hem of your shirt by your neck, before tugging it down slightly to reveal a jagged scar just under your collarbone.

“Damn.”

“Yep.”

And that was that.

The two of you decide to spend the rest of the day hunting and gathering - despite your bounty that you stole from the Careers, it wasn’t going to last forever.

When nightfall finally arrives, Bakugou comes back with two juicy bunnies, and you as many berries as you could fit in your pockets. 

Bakugou puts together a small campfire, skinning the meat and cleaning it - you decide to wash the berries because witnessing Bakugou’s butcher shop made you a little more squeamish than you would’ve liked, which is ironic considering you’re in a death arena.

When you finish, he’s roasting the meat over the fire, jabbing a stick through them and handing one to you, waiting for them to cool down.

Bakugou eats with his left hand - his right too injured to move at this point, and as devastating as that was, it was admittedly funny to see him struggle to eat his rabbit leg.

You on the other hand enjoy your food normally, the berries a little too ripe and the meat too bland, but regardless - a meal was a meal.

Bakugou had no such mentality.

One bite out of the rabbit leg and he frowns staring at it, disgruntled.

“Needs more seasoning,”

“What?”

“I said, it needs more seasoning.”

You roll your eyes. “Well maybe next time, let’s tell the Gamemakers to put some cayenne and paprika in the Cornucopia, yeah?” you mutter - trying to be funny, but it’s impossible to ignore the weight of your words.

There wouldn’t be a next time.

Especially since one of you wouldn’t be leaving this arena alive.

You both eat in silence again - you feel a little bad for ruining the relatively peaceful quiet the two of you had made, but you decide you don’t care. A dose of reality was just a warning to not get too comfortable.

When you two finish, Bakugou stands up.

“You sleep. I’ll take first watch.”

“Are you crazy? Your arm is messed up.”

Bakugou glares at you with the force of a thousand suns, telling you that he wasn’t in the mood for taking no as an answer.

Though, that’s probably true in most cases.

You grab the sleeping bag - one Bakugou stole from the Careers - and get comfortable.

Why did you care whether or not he got any sleep anyway?

For all you know, he could kill you right now.

You still at the thought, your mind refusing to relax now that paranoia seeps through every crevice, threatening to engulf you whole.

“Hey. Stop thinking so much, dumbass. No point in me taking first watch if you don’t get some damn shut-eye.” Bakugou’s voice startles you from your stream of thoughts

You freeze at his words - how could he read you so well?

Instead of acknowledging that, you ask something else.

“Are you- or were you and Toga close?” you whisper, staring up at the dark sky.

Bakugou doesn’t say anything for a minute.

“None of your damn business. Now sleep, idiot.” 

You sigh, turning onto your side, your eyelids growing heavy.

You fall asleep to the sound of cicadas, Bakugou’s breathing and a question still swimming in your mind.

Why did Bakugou choose you- out of everyone, to be his ally?

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[lilhughesy]

Look at You Now | Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader

warnings! hints towards sex (nothing graphic!) and angst! word count: 3.5k

summary: You have been together so long and you don't need to constantly express your love and appreciation towards each other. But what if he falls too deep into that routine and ends up putting you lower on his list of priorities?

It trickled slowly into your life, so slowly that was nearly unnoticeable. It seeped through the cracks and edges until it fully infiltrated you and your life. He still wore the same smile you fell in love with. His eyes still had the same creases at its edges when he laughed that brought the butterflies to your stomach.

The coffee maker would brew the same two cups of coffee every morning, in the matching mugs you had bought when you first started living together.

"Do you like these?" You asked him, raising two matching mugs from the shelf in Target, "We should get these!"

"Baby, we both have mugs already." He chuckled, shaking his head slightly at your excitement over glassware.

"Okay but picture us sitting in the kitchen every morning and drinking our coffees in matching mugs!" You beamed, rotating the porcelain in your hands to admire the design, "It would be so adorable."

He nudged the cart towards you, stopping it before it could bump into your hip, "Put it in the cart. You're already set on that idea so it's either we buy it now or you coming back tomorrow to get them."

"You know me so well." You teased, carefully placing the two mugs into the cart, next to the other various pieces of decor.

"It's almost like we've been dating for four years." He joked back, easily matching your energy like he always did, "And that we just moved in together."

"Okay, you know it's because it's so expensive to live alone in this economy!" You whined, guiding your boyfriend down the aisle, "I'm a fresh college graduate and I can't afford to live alone in an apartment in New Jersey, and you didn't want me living with a stranger."

"Nothing is wrong with us living together, babe. We've been thinking about this for a long time now and after doing basically two and a half years long distance, we deserve this." He reassured you, kissing your forehead as he stopped next to you with the shopping cart in front of him.

"I love you so much."

"I love you."

The familiar scent of your favourite coffee grounds flooding the kitchen, engulfing you the same way his arms would wrap around your waist. How he would hold you while you would make breakfast for him before his morning skate, how his lips would pepper kisses on your neck.

"Smells good in here." He mumbled against your neck.

You laughed and moved your body away from his slightly, "Your hair is tickling me."

He pouted, "Don't pull away, I wanna spend time with my girl before I have to go to morning skate."

You rolled your eyes playfully, returning to your original position and focusing back on the eggs that were cooking on the pan.

"You're so clingy in the morning." You told him, your free hand going to his curls.

"I just know that I'm going to miss you when I'm at practice."

You smiled at him as he straightened his posture, giving you space to transfer the eggs onto the two plates that already had toast on them. He waited for you to place the pan back on the stove before taking the two plates from you and moving towards your typical seats in the kitchen. He carefully placed both down on the marble while you retrieved utensils. As you settled onto the seat across from him, he brushed your hair in front of your face and pressed a loving kiss on your lips, "Thank you for breakfast, baby."

The multiple vases that stood proudly around the apartment, all filled with different flowers that he had bought you on his way back from either morning skate or from a game. Claiming that it was a thank you for always being there for him or that they were pretty and reminded him of you.

"More flowers?" You laughed, taking the bouquet of tulips from his hands and holding it close to your chest, "They're beautiful but we already have so many around this place!"

"They looked so perfect at the store and I knew you would love them." He winked, kissing your cheek and placed his hands on your hips as he passed behind you into the kitchen, "Plus, the ones on the coffee table are in need of changing."

"You don't have to keep buying me flowers, they're expensive!"

"Baby, you do realize I'm a professional hockey player right?" He teased while placing his shaker bottle into the dishwasher, "They make you happy and they bring colour to our place, it's the least I can do."

You smiled up at him as he approached you, hands holding your waist, "I love you."

"I love you." He grinned, kissing you slowly.

You still wore the same hoodie that he gave you back on the first night you met at UMich. The well-worn black hoodie with his jersey number embroidered on the right sleeve, his old hockey club printed on the front. The small holes that appeared with wear on the edges by your wrists. It had that softness that only comes with countless trips to the washer and with years of consistent use.

"God, you kill me every time you wear that." He groaned, pulling you by the hips towards his chest and capturing your lips into a deep kiss.

You giggled against his mouth, placing your elbows on his shoulders and crossing your wrists behind his neck.

"Jump, baby." He breathed out.

You complied, his larger hands on your ass to support you as your legs wrap around his waist. He slowly walked towards the counter top, carefully setting you on it while never separating away from your lips.

His lips trailed away from yours and travelled towards your ear where he lightly bit on your ear lobe before pressing wet kisses on your neck. His hands were firm on your thighs, gently caressing shapes into your skin as you let out a breathy moan.

"Don't you have to take your pre-game nap soon?" You asked him, your hands tangled up in his hair.

"Yeah but I also need to show my girl how much I love her and give her the love she deserves." He mumbled against your collarbone before sucking on the skin, leaving a red mark that was definitely going to darken over the next few hours.

His routine was the same. He was a man of routine.

Without fail, he would place his dirty dishes into the sink of your shared apartment. He would return to your bedroom to grab a pair of socks and his phone that he left on its charger. He would grab his hockey bag from its closet, drag it to have it propped up against the door. Then he would jog over to you and your spot on the barstool at the kitchen island, making sure to give you a kiss on your forehead, each cheek, and then your lips. He would tell you that he loved you, how he hoped that you will have a good morning, and that he will see you after practice.

Well, it stayed the same until it slowly started to shift. It didn't change over the course of a few weeks, rather months. Small changes being sprinkled in every few weeks, so slowly that you didn't pick them up.

It changed ever so slowly that you didn't even notice how he started bringing his phone to breakfast, leaving it on the counter as you two ate. Or how he slowly changed his pattern of kisses. How he would sometimes check for notifications when you would sit in a comfortable silence. Or when he just said he loved you and will see you in a bit. How he wouldn't come straight home after practice. How he got lunch with the boys instead of picking up food for the both of you to share. Or how he went to Jack's place to hang out after games and sometimes spending the night at the apartment he used to live in, rather than sleeping in the same bed as you.

You brushed it off every time. You weren't the type of girl to keep a tracker on your boyfriend, needing to know his every move. He was allowed to hang out with his friends, spend evenings with his brother, go out to get drinks with teammates. You only wished for him to let you know when he had these planned, so you weren't left to sit on the couch alone, waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

But he was a man of routine.

You two still fought over the same argument, it was getting exhausting.

"Hi baby." He called out, closing the door to the apartment behind him and kicking off his shoes. He shoved his hockey bag into the closet, "Sorry, practice ran long today."

You sat on the couch, your back facing him as you couldn't even bear looking at him.

"You okay?" He asked, while grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and walking over to you, "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter?" You asked back, somewhat mocking him.

He looked taken back at your harsher tone, "Jesus, I was just asking a question. No need to be like that, babe."

"Sorry, I was acting like that when there are videos and pictures of my boyfriend dancing with other girls at the club last night." You spat, sarcasm heavy in your voice. You scoffed at his confused reaction, tossing your phone at him. It was open to the post with the different videos of him and a random girl.

"Baby, it's not what it looks like I promise."

How you didn't recognize the girl who was pressed up against him in the photos that were posted to Instagram and TikTok. How you told him that you didn't appreciate him being seen dancing with other girls at the clubs, especially when people were aware that he was dating you and it felt extremely disrespectful to you.

"God, how many times do I have to go through this?!" You cried out, raising your hands to the top of your hair as you paced the same spot in your bedroom, "This is the second time! Do you know what they are saying about me? How sorry they feel for me?"

"Why do you care about what they think of our relationship?" He argued from the doorway, "They don't know us, they don't know how much I love you and how much you mean to me. They don't know what we've been through, baby. Who cares what they say."

"Are you saying this isn't real then?" You asked him, showing the photo on your phone, "This didn't happen?"

"God no! I told you, I was at Jack's last night." He said to you, "Ask him! I wasn't at the bar last night, that photo is edited and the back of my head doesn't even look like that!"

"I swear to god, if you're lying to me right now and I find out- I am leaving you." You threatened as you started texting Jack, "I'm not joking."

"Baby, don't even say that." He breathed out, "I love you so much, you know that. I have the rest of the day off, let's go do something together today."

But, you would still fall for his empty promises every time, how he would tell you that there was no other girl in his life that meant more to him than you. That it was a weird angle and that he wasn't actually that close to that girl in real life. That the other girls meant nothing to him. He loved you, and only you.

"Thanks babe." He said to you as he sat down while you placed his breakfast in front of him, he briefly glanced up from his phone to see what you made, "Looks good."

"No problem," You smiled, sitting next to him, "Also have you seen your mug? I haven't seen it for the past few days."

Referring to his mug that matched with yours. You would always make his morning coffee in it, but it had gone missing yesterday and you had spent majority of your day searching for it.

"Oh, it broke in the dishwasher the other day. I threw it out," He replied plainly, still scrolling through his phone, "I thought I had mentioned it to you, sorry baby."

You felt a small wave of disappointment at the news but brushed it off, "That's too bad."

Maybe the broken mug was some sort of insinuation of your relationship. The loneliness had sunk deep in your bones. You would walk through the city, tending to the errands on your to do list alone. You navigated the city in a lonely silence, wishing that your boyfriend was next to you rather than wherever he was in that moment.

Truth be told, after graduating and moving straight to New Jersey to be with your boyfriend, you hadn't made any other friends than his teammates. You didn't have any one else to hang out with when he was out.

You would come home, placing the multiple bags of groceries in the kitchen. You would see that his shoes were still missing, so he was too. You would float through the kitchen as you placed the variety of items away, a pang in your chest as you watched the time go by. You would curl up on the couch, with another book and a cup of tea to spend the next few hours as you waited. The pile of completed books that sat in the corner of the apartment grew every day. It was the easiest way to past time.

The apartment remained silent, it was empty and cold even though there were candles burning and the tv playing your current show. But it didn't feel the same as it used to. It lacked the vibrancy it used to hold. You couldn't even remember the last time the two of you had a date night out together, with the mix of his busy schedule and him being on the road for games while him also going out into the city with his friends.

You sank further into your spot on the couch, reflecting on your life. You wondered when the last time the two of you watched your show together on this couch, or the last time you two ordered food and cuddled up under the blankets. He always seemed so preoccupied with hockey and his social life, you just wondered when he decided that you were no longer a part of his priority list. You couldn't put a finger on the last time he had his arms around your waist, swaying you slightly as you made breakfast together. Or when he would randomly send you a song that he listened to on his drive to practice that reminded him of you. The one vase with flowers in the kitchen were the ones you bought yourself a week ago, and they didn't look the same as when he would buy them for you.

Suddenly you realized how hollow you had been for the past... you don't even know how long. Things weren't the same anymore and they haven't been for a while. You had been living through the ideas of who he used to be; the love and happiness he used to fill you with. You wondered how long he was going to keep this going, with the same smile on his face. It was like living in a time machine. How making the same coffee in the same mugs to bring familiarity to how you used to be. You would buy yourself flowers now instead of him, to make sure that at least one vase was filled with the spring-like colours. Just to bring you comfort that nothing had changed, except that everything has. Including him.

You had been clinging onto the old version of him through the shape of his old hoodie that you still wore and the I love you's said to each other. Now, you just weren't so sure if he meant those eight letters and only said them as part of his routine. Or to say them to have you stay with him.

You couldn't even remember the last time he looked at you when he said those three words.

You curled into a small ball on your side of the bed, wearing your sleep shirt and keeping your eyes on the clock on the night stand. You waited for him to come home, if he were to come home. The jingle of keys was heard outside of the bedroom door along with the shuffles of his feet. You could hear him getting ready for bed in the bathroom; the shower running, the rustling of the towel drying off his skin, his electric tooth brush.

A sliver of light shined into the darkness of the bedroom as he quietly crept into the room. He crawled into the bed, the mattress dipping slightly as he settled in. You shifted your position.

"Hi baby," He whispered, "You awake?"

"Mhm."

"Sorry I came home late." He mumbled, trying to find a comfortable position next to you, "Jesper and Jack wanted to get some drinks."

"Okay." You replied plainly, closing your eyes again, 'Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Do you still love me?" You asked him, turning to face him. You could somewhat make out the shocked and confused expression on his face in the dark.

He was at a loss of words in that moment, "Why would you ask that?"

"I was just thinking about it today."

"Of course I love you." He told you as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"Mm," You hummed out, carefully contemplating your next words, "It feels like you stopped loving me a long time ago."

He propped himself up on his elbow, much more awake than he was when he initially entered the bedroom. His head was racing through the differently possibilities that could have occurred to cause you to say that to him. But he also pulled a blank, because you seemed happy this entire time.

"What's going on baby?"

"I don't know," You sighed, also propping your upper body up and twisting to the side to flick on the dim lamp, "I feel like I'm not a priority to you anymore."

"That's not true, you mean everything to me." He reassured you, his eyes bouncing around the features of your face and taking you in for the first time in a while. Your eyes had bags under them and you lost some weight in your face, your skin seemed a bit more pale than normal.

"Then why does it feel like you don't care about spending time with me anymore?" You questioned, "I know that your work is busy and it's tiring - I get that. But you still make time to get drinks with your friends and to go clubbing and to get lunch with Jack. That's fine, I'm not upset over that."

"Then what are you upset about?" He asked carefully, his tone had a slight quiver to it as all of this was new information to him. He didn't want to push the wrong button nor disregard your feelings.

"I'm upset over the fact that I can't even remember the last time you took me out for a dinner, hell I can't even remember the last time you looked at me and said 'I love you' while looking like you meant it."

"I do love you, baby." He told you, "I love you so fucking much, I thought you knew this. I do everything for you."

"You don't mean it the same way that you used to..."

"Babe, I don't even know what you mean by that. I'm telling you right now that I love you." He repeated, his hand caressing your arm, "I love you."

"No, you don't. You love me because you're used to me and because I'm a part of your routine, not because of who I am or the relationship we have together. You love me because I've been at your side for over four years. You don't look the same when I look at you now, and I know it's because you don't love me Luke."

And he looked away from you as those words left your lips because he knew it was true. He knew that things haven't been the same for a long time and that you deserved better than being dismissed and pushed aside. He was aware that he was pushing you down the priority list and he had only hoped that you wouldn't catch on.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi there! I had an idea for either series!ENA or BBQ!ENA interacting with a reader who's like a therapist or something. Like Ena says something kinda messed up and reader's like "no, that's not normal. Are you ok?" Both these girls need so much therapy, or at least a friend. I think reader becoming protective of Ena would be cute. Reader getting mad at the other entities for being mean to Ena without any real reason (that they know of). If you can't/don't want to do this for any reason, that's OK! Take your time and put yourself first!

I can do both!

..........

Series!ENA

Even though Ena (in Power of Potluck) talked to the Therapist, got rid of Mask, and tried to find joy in the little moments--he believes that someone should still keep an eye on her.

That's where you come in, befriending her just to see how she's been handling life in general ever since her session.

Mask hasn't returned, but right off the bat she looks troubled as you explain who sent you and why, although you reassure her it's normal for your boss to request that you checked up on his past patients.

During your talks, her happier side has no complaints really, always grateful to have a new friend. But she does admit to being bothered by her sad side--mainly the effects it had on people she knew.

She's constantly apologizing for her emotions getting "out of hand", even in front of you, and tries burying that sadness--but she gets a wakeup call after you explain how that can do more harm than good.

Eventually, you build enough trust with Ena that she'll willingly turn into her sadder form, and remain in that state long enough for you to make meaningful progress with her.

You notice her tendencies to jump to nonsensical negative conclusions/inaccurate perceptions of herself.....and of course, she has a lot of crying fits/glitches that you gotta help her cope with.

"I-I don't know, I just feel..stupid and worthless sometimes..a-and everyone around me agwees.."

"You believe everybody thinks of you that way? Can you give me an example?"

"W-Well..this one guy asked me for diwections yesterday, a-and...and I couldn't help him!"

"So...he called you those things as an insult?"

"No, h-he thanked me for twying and w-was polite. But I know that's what he weally wanted to say!! Because I'm too stupid and worthless to give anyone diwections!!"

"How do you know for sure he was thinking that?"

"......I....I-I don't know, actually.."

You've gotten better at redirecting her negative thinking, and making her realize that a lot of her assumptions are kinda silly...

Least to say, she feel better coming to you for advice.

Some days she wants to ramble about her day with Moony or what she saw in the sky. Other times, she just needs a hug and a shoulder to cry on. And you're more than willing to offer those at any time.

Outside of your work, you've tagged along in her many adventures, seeing for yourself how rude other entities act towards her---and knowing so many languages helps you easily back sass those who insult her.

They always assume you can't understand them...until you leave them (and Ena) shocked when you suddenly speak their same language.

Dream BBQ!ENA

"So the Genie of the Lonely Door basically told me I'm unforgivable and should be punished for being born.......but that's not even the worst part of that day-"

"P a u s e."

That pretty much sums up your sessions/hangouts with this Ena.

As soon as she was done dealing with the Boss, she finally took time off of work to get some much-needed counseling.

Fortunately, you were a friend she met during one of her assignments who happened to be pursuing psychology, travelling far and wide to study the minds of everyone you've met.

You suggested that she gave therapy with you a try and, holy hell...you were in for a surprise.

She was willing to pay you in chocolates, fatty catties, etc. for your services....which was perfect compensation considering you may need therapy for yourself.

Salesperson yaps about the most recent absurd/rude thing an entity did or said to her...while pretending like it's just another day in the workweek, looking confused when you point out how that's not normal at all.

Meanie, on the other hand, is a different beast. And is honestly the half you're more worried about.

Since she represents the typical fatigued worker who's trapped in their job and feels like they can't afford to have any fun or luxuries without suffering for it.....she vents a lot, and her opening up about it is like her chipping through a brick wall.

Her anxiety over even mentioning the things that bother her is enough to make vines creep onto her body.

And one time, her broken green form showed up at your doorstep, which was terrifying at first glance....but then you recognized that she desperately needed your help--and you let her in, consoling her until she was able to restabilize and explain what led to that state.

Luckily that's the only time you've ever seen that form, and the vines on her body have grown smaller and weaker to the point where they were barely visible.

It quickly becomes apparent to you that Ena is struggling with some form of PTSD, as though she was a soldier trying to find her place in regular society again--returning from a war that you had no idea even occurred.

You've been trying to uncover the mystery of what she's done in the past...and if that was connected to why so many people seemed to hate her.

Regardless of the reason, though, you hoped to remain her friend and that she'd keep visiting you as often as she needed.

[6anoufriev6boys6locket]

okay so my buddies wanted me to talk about battered housewife nikita so here we go

i dont mean it literally as in hes actually a lady whos a housewife, but i mean it as in artyom & nikita both get older, artyom gets all his doctor shit while nikita doesnt .. do anything because he feels terrible and has no motivation. artyom lets him live with him out of pity, but he starts to get on his nerves.

nikita does his best to take care of their apartment because hes there all day and he feels bad for taking up space and doesnt wanna be an asshole, so he does like the basic stuff of cleaning things up and cooking for artyom .. as a housewife would do.

its not enough for artyom to be satisfied though, so a lot of the time when he comes home he’ll be reaaallyyy laying it on him. about anything too - doesnt even have to be something he did wrong. hed probably yell at him and complain about something while nikita just kinda .. stands there and listens to him. he tries to make him feel better but that just pisses him off more.

he has definitely given him quite a few good beatings, of course. its like a stress reliever from work at this point and nikita doesnt. really know what to do!! he doesnt want to get beat every other day but. where else is he. gonna go? so he just kinda endures it and finds ways to cope with it. artyom has definitely touched him inappropriately plenty of times too.

artyom doesnt like that hes living with him for a number of different reasons. one of the main reasons being the fact that he has to worry about nikita rather then moving on with his life. he could find a *real* pretty girl and make her his *real* wife, but nooo .. hes stuck with .. whatever nikita is.

i think hes definitely picked up alcoholism too because of it so nikita will fix him drinks when he comes home from work while trying to appease to him ohhrhrbff 🤤

[maxinehufflepuffprincess]

I could kill you

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Niragi Suguru

Taglist. Masterlist. Progress Update. Love Line Collection.

Warning: Mentions of violence and basically talking of murder as a way to flirt??? Slight sexual innuendos...kind of?

Summary: Your boyfriends are flirting in public, just not the way everyone else would think.

They were hilarious. You were sitting by the pool with Kuina next to you, having your usual girls' night. You were gushing to her about Chishiya and Niragi. She loved knowing everything about your relationship. She bragged about how Niragi had actually called her his friend. That was amazing progress. Kuina happily spilt to you about how she and Ann had just recently started dating. They were keeping it on the downlow whilst they figured it out, but both had agreed to tell you. You were Kuina's best friend after all, plus you and Ann had a close relationship. To say you were ecstatic was an understatement.

Your conversation was cut off by a groan. You both looked over to see your boyfriends. Chishiya was leaning against a wall, hands in his pockets. His jacket was unzipped just enough to be teasing. In front of him was Niragi. Gun in hand, tongue running over his bottom lip. You looked between the two. Whilst to everyone outside, they looked angry at one another, you noticed the look in Niragi's eye. The ghost of a smile on Chishiya's lips. They were flirting.

"I think you should learn to shut up." Niragi growled.

"Most people would say I'm too quiet." Chishiya told him with a shrug.

"Well, those people are stupid." Niragi scoffed at Chishiya's words.

"You are pretty stupid yourself." Oh, so he was playing like that?

A breath. Everyone was watching the two. The music had stopped. Kuina grabbed your arm gently. "Should we step in?" She asked you. You shook your head at her and giggled. "Don't worry. I'll step in when the time is right."

Niragi tapped his gun on Chihsiya's shoulder. They were egging each other on. Who could throw the best insult? Who would break first? Who would succeed at getting under the other's skin?

"I could shoot you, you know." Niragi always had to involve some sort of gun threat. You and Chishiya both knew what that was code for, and it didn't actually involve a gun.

"Knowing you, you'd miss a vital organ."

"Oi! Watch your mouth. I've had enough practice with a gun to know exactly how to hit all the right organs." That had Kuina snorting into your shoulder. Sure, she had seen the two argue in the past, and she had seen the two flirt when it was just the four of you, but she hadn't seen this.

"Do you know how easy it would be to set you on fire?" Chishiya asked as he pushed off the wall and stepped closer to Niragi, who couldn't help but stare at Chishiya's lips for a moment.

"You wouldn't get the chance before I've drowned you." Niragi shot back, his gun on his shoulder. He took a step closer to the blonde.

Chishiya chuckled. "I know exactly where to stab you to give a long, painful death."

"I know where to shoot to make it excruciating." The two were getting closer and closer. Chishiya's eyes dropped to Niragi's crotch for a moment, and his breath hitched. He was hard.

----

You let out a sigh and turned to Kuina. "I'd better go and get them back to our room before they give the beach the show of a lifetime." You kissed her cheek and stood up. You smoothed out your red bikini skirt. "I'll see you tomorrow. Tell Ann I say hi." You wiggled your eyebrows at her. That earned you a slap to the ass as you walked away, causing you to laugh loudly.

You made your way over to your boyfriends, who were still going.

"You think you're so much better than everyone else. Newsflash, cat boy, you aren't that smart."

Chishiya scoffed. "Just because you can't spell the word clever doesn't mean no one else can, you cockroach."

"At least I know how to fucking run. You're slower than my Grandma."

"At least I can actually clear a Diamond game by myself."

Before Niragi could fire back, you stood between the two. One hand on their chests. "Now, now, boys. No need to be so hostile. How about you both walk away before you get blood on the concrete." You smiled at them. The two looked at you. They knew that smile. You had enjoyed the show. The three of you just looked at each other for a moment.

A sigh left Chishiya. He walked off, heading inside. Niragi left a few moments later, heading inside but via a different entrance. You turned and followed the two, heading towards your shared room. You walked up to the door and opened it. You locked the door behind you.

You walked deeper into the room and smiled at the sight you were greeted with. There they were. Both shirtless, making out with Chishiya on Niragi's lap. Niragi's arms were resting on the blonde's hips, keeping him in place as they kissed. The kiss was deep, passionate and full of fight.

You walked to your vanity and grabbed the Polaroid camera. You took a picture of the two with a gleeful smile on your face. The two turned to face you. You grabbed the picture and looked at it once the picture developed. "Oh, this one is hot." You placed the camera down and walked over to the two. You sat down beside Niragi to show the two.

Niragi smirked at the picture. "Fuck, Princess. You're perfect both in front of and behind the camera." He took the picture from you. Ever since you had found the camera, the three of you had taken advantage of taking pictures of each other. You even had a nice collection of the three of you together.

Chishiya looked at the picture. He licked his lips and shook his head. "Damn." That made Niragi puff his chest out in pride. Because the picture was beautiful. It was them. The two of them were in a moment that was filled with want and love. Niragi dropped one hand off of Chishiya's hip, causing the shorter male to let out a whine in protest.

Niragi chuckled, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to his side. His other hand gripped Chishiya's hip. "You two better be ready, because you two aren't leaving this bed until I'm satisfied." He let the two of you go.

"Now, be a good girl and good boy and strip for me."

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[darknight3904]

not sure if your taking requests.. but I was thinking Tommy millerx fem reader Jackson era, maybe Tommy and reader are patrol partners and he gives her some shooting practice and they end up fucking against a tree and he’s super sweet with his words, talking her through it💗

All Mine Now

Jackson!Tommy x Fem!Reader

Summary: While on patrol, you and Tommy get a bit distracted...

Warnings: Language, Smut so 18+, An extreme amount of pet names.

Shout out to Gabriel Luna's Instagram for the hot forest pic.

Word Count: 2.1k

TLOU Masterlist

The sweet songs of birds fill your ears as the grass tickles your skin. Warm sunshine hung overhead, and the snorts of your tied-off horses came from behind you. It was the perfect spring day, ideal for a long walk and an even longer session of sitting on the old rocking chair that lived on your porch and creaked when you moved. Perhaps you could crack that book open, the one that’s been gathering dust on your nightstand for weeks now, a glass of lemonade in your hand, the picture-perfect day. 

The loud crack of a rifle has you jumping.

The birds you’d been enjoying scatter into the sky as a whoop of joy comes from the man beside you. Tommy Miller had just taken out another infected, probably his millionth one. 

“See any others?” He asks 

You huff and shake your head, not even bothering to lift the binoculars to your eyes. 

“You ain’t even lookin’.” Tommy points out, nodding to your hands

You groan and push them up to your eyes, scanning the valley below you, “There’s no more, you win, Tommy.” 

Tommy pushes himself up out of the dirt, offering his hand to you, which you gladly take. He hoists you up with ease, one hand still holding his rifle, the other locked tightly around your hand, a swarm of butterflies filling your belly at the demonstration of pure strength. 

“Think that’s enough for today, let's get back home and write out our reports. Outta make a note about keeping an eye on this valley, make sure there’s no hoards coming through here.” Tommy says as the two of you climb atop your horses. 

The steady clop clop clop of your horse's feet fills your ears as you and your patrol partner ride through the forest in silence. There’s so much you want to say to him, how long has he been shooting, how many infected has he killed, how many normal people has he killed, what’s it like to make the perfect headshot? Of course, his playful gaze has you practically shrinking away, too nervous to even ask one of your many questions. 

“What’s the matter? You’re always quiet, but today it’s like a funeral. Talk to me, girl! He nudges you with his foot as his horse strays closer to yours 

A smile works it’s way across your face at his voice, fuck he was perfect. You’d had a major crush on Tommy since you first ended up in Jackson. After he found you in the ski lodge and brought you back from the brink of starvation, you’d basically been in love with him, always looking for him at events, praying for a patrol shift with him, or even just going out of your way to bake him cookies and show up at his home with them. 

You’re pretty sure he sees you as a little sister or something. Sure, he’d been in a relationship with Maria, a pretty councilwoman, but that had ended nearly a year ago, Tommy had said to you that the two of them had just grown apart, Maria’s council duties making it hard to see each other except late at night when they were both exhausted from the day. Since then, you hadn’t taken note of any woman or man around Tommy in a romantic sense. Sure, there was that time he’d run across Jackson and into some old guy's arms, turns out that was his big brother, you’d felt pretty stupid after that presumption. All you knew was that Tommy definitely didn’t see you as a romantic partner, in his eyes you were probably some annoying girl who baked shitty cookies and couldn’t shoot to save her life. 

“Can you teach me to shoot?” The question tumbles out of your mouth before you can even think about it. 

Tommy’s brows shot up in surprise, apparently he hadn’t been expecting that either. 

“Uh, yeah, I can teach you to shoot, got some time tomorrow afternoon if y’wanna-” 

“No, like..right now.” You say 

Tommy gives you a pensive look, like he thinks you’re losing it. 

“C’mon, please….” You flash him a smile, practically batting your eyelashes at him. 

“Alright fine,” He laughs, “There ain’t no way to deny a face like that.”

A frustrated sigh leaves your lips. This was harder than it looked, or perhaps Tommy was just really damn good with a gun. You’d shot his rifle nearly 20 times now, each time missing the empty can of beans he’d propped up on a fallen tree stump. Your horse, Mattie, snorts loudly, you’re pretty sure she’s laughing at you, probably gonna take the gossip back to the other horses so they can laugh at you tonight over a bale of hay. 

“You’re flinching.” Tommy points out, standing beside you, “You nervous or something? It’s not gonna bite you.” 

No, no you weren’t nervous because the gun was in your hands, you were nervous because Tommy was watching your every move, and now he was standing so fucking close, readjusting your arms as he talks, his words going straight to your core. What the fuck was he even saying, something about elbows, all you knew was that he looked damn good doing it. 

“Are you listening? You could hurt yourself if you’re not careful.” Tommy says, looking down at you 

“Oh, uh yeah I’m listening.” You lie right to his pretty face. 

A mischievous glint flashes in your patrol partner’s eyes, a smirk working its way across his handsome features, the sunlight hitting him just right as it streams through the tall trees of whatever forest you’re standing in right now. 

“Oh, I know what’s going on, here.” He says, a teasing tone falling out of his mouth, “You don’t really wanna learn to shoot, do ya?” 

“What? Yes I do, it’s an important skill to have in the world we live in. What if someone-mmph” 

Tommy’s lips are pressed to yours in a perfect kiss. He pulls the gun from your hands, dropping it somewhere in the leaves and ferns that grow on the forest floor. Patchy facial hair tickles your upper lip as he deeps the kiss, his hand coming up to cup your face. 

“Fuck, been waiting so long to do that.” Tommy sighs when he pulls away 

“Wait, really?” You nearly fall over 

“Course. You’re fucking gorgeous, baby.” He compliments 

Your face heats up as you squirm under his gaze, mumbling with a soft voice, “I didn’t think you liked me like that.” 

“Are you kidding? How the hell could I not?” Tommy asks 

“I dunno..I um” 

Before you can formulate the rest of your sentence, Tommy’s pushing you, your back hitting a tree with a small umph leaving your lips upon impact. His hands fiddle with the waist of your jeans, fingers gently tugging at the zipper, “Let me show you, how much I like you like that.” 

“O-Okay.” You nervously hum, hands resting on his broad shoulders 

Your jeans are pulled down to your ankles, the air making you shiver. Tommy’s big hand, inches it’s way beneath the waistband of your panties. A hiss escapes your mouth when his finger runs through your slit, your body already soaked for him. 

“Shh, you’re alright.” Tommy coos, a kiss pressing into your hairline as he deftly begins to unravel you 

“T-Tommy…” You groan as he rubs circles around your clit with his thumb, his other two fingers pushing into your cunt 

“You’re soaked.” He grins above you, “Shooting a gun makes you wet?” 

“No, it’s, fuck, it’s you.” You admit breathily 

“Me shooting makes you wet?” Tommy teases 

“No, I meant…that you, you’re…” 

You can’t think of what to say, his fingers are stealing the words from your mouth. Fuck you’re desperate, it’d been so damn long since someone besides yourself had done this. 

“Don’t worry, sweet girl, I get it, not gonna tease ya anymore.” 

His deep southern drawl fills your ears as the world spins, he’s turned you to face the tree now, pressing his hardness up against your soaked panties, “This okay?” 

He’s asking so nicely, you know that if you deny him, he’ll back off, take you right back to Jackson, and give you space. Thank fuck that’s not what you want. 

“It’s okay, more than okay actually.” You admit embarrassed 

“I figured.” He chuckles, his hands gently pulling the last bit of clothes off your lower half, “Gonna go slow, don’t wanna hurt you.” 

You nod, your hands pressed against the rough wood of the tree, wiggling your hips in anticipation. There's a jingle of a belt buckle followed by the sound of rustling fabric, and then he’s pushing into you. A yelp leaves your throat, you sound like a kicked puppy but you can’t help it, he’s so fucking deep you’re sure’s rearranging your guts. 

A wet kiss is pressed to the nape of your neck, “You’re alright, sweetheart, I gotcha. Gonna make it feel good for ya.” 

You blindly nod, focused on the way he fills and stretches you out so perfectly. 

“M’ gonna start moving now, let me know if it’s too much.” 

It’s too much and not enough all at once. Slow deep thrusts in and out have your head spinning as you arch your back, his name falling from your lips like it’s the last thing left in your mind. 

“Please, please, please-” You wail, unsure of what you really want 

“It’s alright,” He coos, “I know what you need.” 

Tommy’s hips speed up just a bit, and his cock brushes something inside you that nearly has you screaming. You clench down on him, unsure of what to do now. 

“W-Wait, ‘s too much, somethings w-wrong.” You breathlessly mutter, pleasure is thumbing through every inch of your body, it’s never felt this good before. 

“It’s alright, baby, just hittin the right spots,” Tommy murmurs, “Christ, c’mere.” 

He turns you around again, kicking your pants off, he hoists you up so your legs are wrapped around his waist, your back to the tree. His heavy cock pushes back into you as you both groan loudly. 

“You’re fucking perfect, honey. Never felt a pussy like this before, perfect, fucking girl.” Tommy groans, his face tucked into the crook of your neck 

“T-Tommy, I feel funny, I’m gonna-” 

More rapid thrusts are pushing up against that secret spot in your body as you moan unabashedly, hands tangled in Tommy’s unruly hair. He works a hand between your bodies, a finger rubbing circles on your clit that creates pleasure that has your head spinning. 

“It’s alright,” He says, sucking at the delicate skin of your neck, “Go ahead sweet girl, I got ya. Cum, it’s alright.” 

You shudder and you’re pretty sure you’re about to rip his hair out of his head as you cum, your body buzzing with pleasure as you climax. 

“There it is,” He hums, “Good girl, cumming all over this dick…Fucking hell, I’m close” 

His hips speed up, roughly shoving themselves against you as you quake above him, riding out your orgasm as he coos in your ear, whispering what a good fucking girl you are. You mourn the loss of him as he pulls out, cum shooting onto your stomach and spent cunt. 

Tommy’s sweaty forehead rests against yours as he lets you down, his heaving chest matching your own as he rides his own orgasm out. Your legs tremble as your feet meet the forest floor, feeling more newborn deer than woman as you cling to him, hoping he won’t let you fall on your ass half naked and dripping in his spend. His belt clinks as he pulls his pants back up, his gaze fixed on you with concern. 

“Fuck, m’ sorry.” He says when he feels your hands fist his shirt, he drops to the ground before pulling you into his lap, “Was too rough.” 

“You were perfect,” You assure him, placing a soft kiss to his cheek, “I’ve never had sex like that.” 

“What, like out in the forest?” He asks 

“No, like…that good.” You admit

A smile works its way across his face, his hand pulling a bandana from his pocket, wiping his cum from your body, “Thanks for the good review, you should put it up on Yelp.” 

You toss your head back and laugh, fuck it was so stupid but you were giddy as he held you here on the forest floor. 

“We gotta get back home, it’s gonna get dark soon.” Tommy hums, a kiss pressing into your collarbone

He helps you stand back up, pulling your jeans back on your body and even buttoning them for you, his hands tickling as they brush your belly. 

“When we get back, things aren’t gonna go back to how they were, right?” You ask 

“Course not, you think I’m letting you out of my sight after all this?” Tommy smiles, “It’s gonna be you and me, sweetheart, you’re all mine now.”

Hope this is what you were thinking of, anon!

[makowo]

Hi welcome to my pjeg romance/kinda sexuality headcanons. explanations and further insights for each are under the cut 👇 not too many complex thoughts but do know that i have an aromanticism bias

Grace and Wolfgang: I don't think there's much to say here. Both have taken a look around and decided they do just like the opposite gender (each other). Grace definitely did more exploration of this than Wolfgang when she was younger, but both are pretty set in their ways. If we factor multishipping into this though then Grace has smth goin on with Eloise that's not so nice for either of them, but I don't think it's enough to warrant a change in labels. Transfem Wolfgang is also possible but I don't feel strongly enough about it to think it warrants a change in labels here.

Ingrid: Less stubborn about her preferences, she just has other things to worry about and lacks the time to explore her options more thoroughly. I don't think she's particularly attracted to anyone because she views herself as more of a mother/authority figure than in a position to have romantic partners. I don't ship her with anyone either, so she stays straight.

Jett: A beautiful bear that deserves the world. I could see him previously flirting with some other drivers before/after races, but has put his love life as a much lower priority due to his accident. Keeps an upbeat mood, but is more scared of actually fooling around with other people like that bcs the topic of his appearance is inevitable. Dawnteago or Jettmon will win out in the end though 🙏 in my mind. Might like Mark but Mark does not like him back.

Jean: Literally has a line about being "YMCA at sea." He's a ship captain that has lots of alone time around strong men and surely has needs. Man-liker through and through.

Ulysses: Okay here's how the lesbian part of this category factors in. He's a transfem lesbian in the making she just needs the time to think on it (which she doesn't get the time for).

Kai: Now he HAS explored a lot of his options just by nature of being on the internet. Says he's bi for clout when he's like 15 and then it comes true. Definitely still feels a little weird about liking men because of the lingering identity crisis.

Eloise: She was the hardest placement on this entire list. I don't think I have a strong enough grasp of her to feel confident about anything else though! Her being bi borders more on her not caring, but it feels like too much to put her in the uncaring category bcs she Does care. Idk idk. She's a situation.

Diana: Pansexual ^_^ She's very open to her possibilities and accepting of whoever, since her whole job is basically about prettying up anyone she meets.

Desmond: I think he also has an open mind but doesn't have his mind on who he's attracted to, really. He kind of gets along with most people, so he makes his judgements when people approach him, rather than considering if he should approach other people. If he enters a relationship though, he's gonna have to do some major restructuring of his routine, for obvious reasons.

Damon: The man of the hour, but also the most simple. I will be clear that I'm partially projecting and think that he's an aromantic bisexual because I am also that, BUT. I think he also just really struggles to feel romantic/sexual attraction in general. He doesn't like having to get close to other people, so he's very difficult to want and has a hard time wanting. Feeling romantic attraction takes a very long time for him under normal circumstances*, but when it hits, it hits hard. *Desmond is the exception. Damon likes him the moment he meets him and it spirals into a serious crush in a matter of days. Takes him so long to actually realize that he's feeling romantic love though.

Eva: Girl who has been neglected and unloved and self-isolates sooooooo god damn much. Doesn't feel any romantic attraction to other people and thinks of it as a waste of time. Pretty mean about the topic of romance until she's had friends for a while and feels more confident about herself. Gets into an aro4aro relationship with Cassidy, I know this in my heart.

Cassidy: Never has her mind on romance, and gets pretty awkward about it when she sees it or it's brought up in conversation. She does not know why for a while and plays it off. Maybe someone confesses to her and she's like "... Yeah, sure! Let's give it a try!" and then immediately feels bad bcs she doesn't feel aaaaanyyyyything for them besides like, being friends. Takes about a month to end that whole issue, and she loathes talking about it. Later on she latches onto Eva though, and they eventually agree on a low stakes friend-relationship thing, where they can just be friends but they're allowed to hold hands and casually kiss each other whenever they want. That's my Cass thoughts I hope u liked and enjoyed 👍

Mark: Okay. Can't say I have much to say for him. Might be gay, might be aro, kind of flip-flopping on it. Mark is my least favorite so as much as I do still like him, my thoughts on him are minimal.

Tozu: "Are you gay?" "The only way I get my thrills is through the chills that run down your spines when I walk into the room. Thank you for asking ^_^!"

Mara: No character yet. Next year 🙏 We'll see.

Wenona: I think she's gotten so many questions about this that it's wrapped around to complete apathy towards the idea of labels. Gets with Ulysses after she decides she's trans, but ultimately Wenona settles on the answer that she is "neutral to everyone, and more focused on business than her personal life."

[an-3moia]

Rainy Days

Context: Just a random 1shot I wrote inspired from random nature-under-the-rain pictures I scrolled through on Facebook.

"You don't like the rain?"

"No."

The sweet sounds of giggles echoes in the air along with the sound of rain as the raven haired girl dances around the grassy field under the grey sky. Droplets of water dripping down from dark clouds floating upon the couple’s heads, tapping lightly on their skin and clothes, making everything feels a tad bit colder and wetter. He stared at her small figure meekly stepping on the water puddles, seemingly enjoying the way the surface ripples whenever she set foot on it. The man has never seen her this giddy before, almost child-like with how excited she is at the moment. 

Hell, he rarely sees her react to anything at all. This is the first time after all the nightmarish events that happened back at her old home. And after seven months of stalking her, albeit all the crazy shit they’ve been through basically why she looks so out of it these days, he kind of misses seeing her happy if he's being honest.

"Why would anyone hate the rain?"

She asked him, almost innocently.

"It's wet. Gloomy. Pretty depressing." 

Replied the hooded man as he silently observing his little sweetheart-of-a-victim started jumping over the puddles and nearly tripping herself a few times. Why in the living hell was he standing here, tolerating her childish joyful moment under the rain at the risk of getting them both sick again? Since when did he get so soft around her like this? He could've just swiftly drugs her and bring her back to The Boss immediately if he knew any better, yet he just... didn't.

"Well…” The shorter girl trailed. “It brings me comfort. Never leaving me alone with my thoughts, keeping me company as long as It's allowed to stay."

The older male quirks a brow at her voice, tilting his head to the side the moment she stops splashing water under her boots, curious to know what kind of thoughts has been running inside that pretty little head of hers. He shifts his weight on the other leg, folding his arms then gives her a look, silently motioning her to elaborate.

"I think It was just as lonely.” Mumbled the girl as she stared up at the crying sky. “Maybe It wanted a friend, a company to share a quick moment before It's gone again."

She turns back to look at him, a twinge of melancholy appears inside her dark eyes. A soft smile splattered on her tired face then, the same smile that warmed up, and still bringing the same warmth to his cold heart after all these months of knowing each other.

"I wanted to be there for It, just like when It was for me."

Ah.

Damn her for being such a sweet soul. She's making this mission even more difficult than it already should've been.

"... Yer' hella weird."

An dramatic, offended gasp was heard.

"Am not!"

“Are too.”

The hooded man sighs and chuckles, shaking his head at the now-pouty female's antics. His southern accent slips up as he slowly starts to relax. Brian ran a hand through his wet hair, taking a deep breath before deciding to give in and join Alex in her fun.

He shouldn't have gotten close to her. He should NEVER have gotten close to any of their victims at all, it will only make everything more difficult to handle later on if things go south. But then there he is, poking fun and acting like he didn't drag her into this shithole himself and ruining her life like the bastard he always has been, as if they were just normal friends having their wacky moment under the rain with each other.

“You’re a meanie.” The girl grumbles under her breath, lightly kicking the puddle to splash water at him as he approaches her slowly, a smug expression present on his face.

“Trust me when I say ya don’t even know the half of it, sugar.” 

The tall male smirks, reaching a hand out to pet her head in a (teasingly) condescending manner, making the usual stoic girl frown at him before swatting his hand away with a grumpy demeanor. This only makes him laugh harder from how adorable she looks in his eyes.

“Not funny, Brian.”

“Can’t help it, lil’ dove.”

For the time being, he thinks it’s probably the best to just sit back and relax before the storm actually comes crashing on the both of them. Who knows how long peaceful moments like these can last?

English is not my first language, hope you guys don't mind a few grammar errors here and there</3 For anyone that's reading this, thank you so much!! Hope you all enjoyed and have a good day/night<33