#i love how he always tries to lighten the mood & make everyone smile

[bananami]

A little couple's trivia with Nanami proves that he knows you all too well.

I did use the term wife and she/her pronouns just as a brief cw. The whole thing is just fluff. Nanami is in love with you. That's the whole things.

(I am delulu and in love with this man. Hope this helps us all heal. He is alive and well and no one can convince me otherwise. Also I love including Gojo's dumbass in everything. Also Yuji is a sweetheart and Nanami's son basically.)

"Please?" You're practically begging your husband, who doesn't seem to be budging.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Yeah Nanamin-"

"Don't call me that." Nanami cuts Gojo off immediately.

"But Yuji calls you that!"

"That's different." He glares at the white haired man like he's trying to eviscerate him with just his eyes. "And I'm not playing some stupid game just to prove how well I know my wife." He tries to pay attention to the paperwork in front of him again, wanting to finish it before 5pm. Because there was no way he was working overtime again today.

"Scared?" Gojo baited him. "Afraid I'm gonna ask you a question that's just too hard?"

"Gojo, there is nothing you could ask me about my wife that I wouldn't be able to answer."

A few of the students sat around watching the two go back and forth, inevitably waiting for Nanami to either get so annoyed that he walked away, or to take the bait. They hoped for the latter.

"Prove it! Or you forfeit your marriage."

"That's not how that works."

"C'mon Nanamin, it's just a game." Yuji gives the blonde sorcerer a sincere smile, hoping to lighten the mood and sway his decision just a bit.

"Don't call him Nanamin, Yuji- OW." Gojo is cut off as Nanami reaches over and smacks him in the head with the papers in his hand.

"Don't tell him what to do." Nanami sighs and rubs at his temple. He looks at the clock, then at you. It's the look in your eyes that gives way to his final decision. "Fine. You have until that clock reads 5, and then I'm taking my wife and we're going home."

Gojo wastes no time. "Who is your wife's favorite person? And think before you say yourself because-"

"Itadori. Next question."

"I'm your favorite person?!" Yuji jumps from his seat, latching his arms around you for a hug. It's obvious from the way that you smile and hug him back that Nanami is probably definitely right. You had a soft spot for the kid since you met him, playfully telling everyone that you and Nanami had basically adopted him since he arrived at Jujutsu High. Nanami would probably never verbalize it, but you could tell he felt the same about the boy.

"Ok, ok. Next question." Gojo thought hard before coming up with it. "How does your wife take her coffee?"

"She doesn't drink coffee."

"Yes she does, I bring her some like every morning."

"And she gives that coffee to me because she doesn't like it."

"You're telling me I've been buying you coffee this entire time?"

"I make her tea every morning when we get to work. You hand her the coffee, we trade cups. I don't understand how you've stared right at us when we do it and you somehow haven't noticed."

"Ok, then what tea does she drink?"

"Earl Grey, three sugars, a little bit of milk at the top. She'll say she's ok with English Breakfast or Lady Earl Grey if they're out of the regular. She's not, she's just being polite. She'll drink half and throw it away when she thinks no one is looking."

Gojo groans, not having as much fun as he thought he was going to at the beginning of all of this. "And I just bet you have a contingency plan for when your wife doesn't get her tea, don't you?"

"Of course I do," he ignores the even louder groan from Gojo, "I walk across the street to the cafe that sells her favorite pastries and I buy her five because I know that she'll want to share with her students and she'll try to split one with me even if I refuse. They have teabags they leave out so long as you're ordering something. Earl Grey, always in stock."

"Adorable." Gojo rolls his eyes.

"You're so smart, Nanamin!" Yuji jumps in. "Let me ask one! What's her favorite color?"

"Yuji, that's too easy."

"Yellow."

"Ohhhh, mine too," Yuji says, "why yellow?"

"Because it's-" Nanami stops mid-sentence and looks at the clock, like it will give him an excuse. Almost. "We don't need to worry about the why, that wasn't the original question."

Gojo perks up, clearly realizing he'd struck a nerve. And he was ready to work it. The red dusting across Nanami's cheeks told him everything he needed to know. "Are you embarrassed, Nanami?"

"Shut up, Gojo."

"Or do you just not know the answer? It's ok if you don't, I guess you just don't know your wife as well as you thought you did."

"If you don't stop talking, I'm going to tell everyone about the one time in high school when you and Geto got caught in the-"

"OK!" Gojo turns back to the students and motions them toward the door. "Time to go! Don't you all have something better to do? Go be little trouble makers somewhere. Go TP Yaga's lawn or something. Get out of here."

He'd ushered everyone out except Yuji, who stayed behind to wait for you and Nanami. The boy shyly looked away as you kissed Nanami's cheek before standing up, stating you just needed to grab your bag before you could leave.

Yuji waited for you to exit the room before he asked. "Is it because of your hair?"

Nanami sighs. "What makes you think that?"

Yuji just shrugs. "She loves you. Answers don't always need a complex reason."

Nanami can't help the smile that graces his face. "You're a smart kid sometimes, you know that?"

"That's why I'm her favorite!" His goofy nature is back in an instant. "Can I come over for dinner again tonight?"

"Of course you can."

"Can I stay over?"

"If you'd like to."

"Can I pick the movie we watch?"

"Don't push your luck."

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

too far

pair: Fred Weasley x reader summery: Fred has always been the king of pranks, but one day he goes a bit too far, and he Fred spends the rest of the day trying to make it up to you with adorable gestures until you can’t help but forgive him.

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It had started out like any other day. You’d gone down to breakfast with Fred, laughing at his usual banter with George, and sharing a few secret smiles across the Gryffindor table. Everything was normal—or so you thought.What you hadn’t known was that Fred had been planning a prank for weeks, something he’d been brewing up in his mischievous mind with George, and unfortunately, today was the day it would unfold.

As you wandered into the Great Hall after your last class of the morning, you didn’t notice anything strange at first. That was, until the entire room went dead silent. You blinked in confusion as heads turned toward you. Whispers started to rise like the rustle of leaves in a storm.

You furrowed your brow, glancing around. "What...?"

That’s when you caught sight of your reflection in one of the windows. Your heart dropped.

Your face was entirely green. Not just a faint tint—no, your entire face was an alarming, bright emerald, as if someone had dipped you in paint. And your hair? Oh, your hair. It was floating above your head, static and wild, sticking out in all directions as though you’d been struck by lightning.

"Oh. My. God." Your voice came out in a strangled whisper.

Laughter erupted, and the students around you couldn’t contain themselves. You could even hear some of the professors trying—and failing—to hold back snickers. You felt heat rush to your cheeks, though it probably wasn’t noticeable under the neon green hue.

This had Fred Weasley written all over it.

You stormed out of the Great Hall, not bothering to look back as the giggles followed you. You could feel your pulse quickening, your anger bubbling up. You loved Fred and knew what you signed up for when you started dating him. But this—this was mortifying. Public humiliation in front of the entire school? It wasn’t just a simple prank. It was just too much.

You headed straight for the common room, desperately trying to calm your breathing. When you reached the dormitory, you stopped at a mirror and tried to undo the spell, but nothing worked. The green was still there, and your hair continued to defy gravity.

That’s when Fred found you.

You didn’t hear him at first, too caught up in your fuming frustration. But then his voice came, soft and sheepish.

“Hey… love.”

You spun around, your eyes narrowed at him. Fred was standing in the doorway with a guilty look on his face. He looked like a puppy who had been caught chewing on shoes.

“Don’t ‘love’ me, Fred Weasley,” you snapped. “This—this is too far!”

“I... I may have overdone it a bit,” Fred admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "I thought it would wear off by now, honestly."

“Well, it hasn’t,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “And now I’m green and my hair is a mess! Do you know how embarrassing that was?”

Fred winced, taking a small step forward. “I didn’t think—”

“No, you didn’t,” you interrupted, giving him your best death glare. “You humiliated me, Fred. In front of everyone.”

He opened his mouth to respond but closed it quickly, looking genuinely remorseful. For a moment, you thought he was going to come up with some cheeky remark, some joke to lighten the mood. But he didn’t. Instead, he just nodded.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

You looked at him, still angry, but you could see the sincerity in his eyes. It softened your heart just a little, but not enough to let him off the hook.

“I’m going to make it up to you,” he added quickly, noticing the flicker in your expression. “I promise.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? And how do you plan to do that?”

Fred’s eyes brightened a bit as if a new idea had sparked in his mind. “Give me a chance. I’ll fix this.”

Without waiting for your response, Fred dashed out of the room, leaving you standing there in confusion. You sighed, still furious, but there was a part of you that was curious—what could Fred possibly do to fix this mess?

Throughout the rest of the day, Fred tried everything.

First, he sent a bouquet of enchanted flowers that followed you around the common room, apologizing on his behalf every few minutes. "Fred is sorry!" they would chime in unison, but that only annoyed you more.

Next, Fred appeared with your favorite sweets, freshly baked chocolate, and your favorite pastries from the kitchens, delivered with a sheepish grin. "I’m still sorry," he said, trying to offer you one. You accepted the pastry, but it didn’t mean you were any less upset.

Later, he charmed your textbooks to dance around you, but you gave him a deadpan look, and he quickly put an end to it.

By dinner, you found yourself back in the Great Hall, still green, still trying to avoid everyone’s gaze. Fred, however, was relentless. He stood by the doorway with a large sign floating above him, reading: Forgive me, Y/N!

As you sat down, your anger had started to melt, but you weren’t quite ready to forgive him yet.

Finally, when you thought the day couldn’t get more exhausting, Fred approached you outside of the common room, where you’d retreated to escape the stares. He wasn’t carrying gifts or pulling any pranks this time. Instead, he held something small in his hand.

“I know I’ve been driving you mad all day,” he said softly, stopping a few feet away from you. "But… I just wanted to give you this."

Curious, you glanced at his hand. It was a small, golden locket in the shape of a star. He opened it to reveal a tiny picture of the two of you together, taken just a few weeks ago. You were both laughing, looking so happy. Your chest tightened.

“I wanted to get you something real. Not to apologize for the prank, but because I care about you, and I never want to hurt you,” he said, his voice sincere. “I’m really sorry.”

You blinked, taken aback. This wasn’t like Fred—he was always goofy, always trying to make light of things. But here he was, looking so genuinely sorry that it made your heart swell.

For the first time all day, you smiled. “You really went all out for this apology, huh?”

Fred’s face lit up at your words. “Does that mean I’m forgiven?”

You sighed, pretending to think about it. “Well… I suppose I can’t stay mad forever.”

Fred grinned and closed the distance between you, pulling you into a tight hug. You could feel the tension melt away as his arms wrapped around you, warm and comforting. “Thank Merlin. I don’t think I could’ve come up with any more grand gestures.”

“I think you’re done for the day,” you chuckled, resting your head on his chest. And in that moment, you forgot all about your green face and wild hair. Because Fred’s embrace was more than enough to make up for the prank, and somehow, you knew you’d always fall for this ridiculous prankster.

[dizzy-n-busy]

[can (and most likely will) contain SOME poly hcs!]

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Younger David and Darlin' had a 'platonic confession' - as Milo and Asher put it - with each other (they confessed that they were besties for the first time)

Younger Darlin' was hella touch starved and tried avoiding it at all costs bc it made them feel weird; Darlin' now is constantly being touched and completely immune to it

Angel and Asher are VERY touchy feely, love language of physical touch havin asses

David and Baaabe are the cooks of the pack - Baaabe also makes snacks for pack meetings bc David's too preoccupied (Milo and Sam are good sous-chefs !!)

Sweetheart loves buying things and going to expensive ass restaurants with the pack (they're restricted for special occasions bc the pack doesn't want them going broke)

Angel and Baaabe met each other in college but never found out each other's names till later

Everyone is immensely protective over Sam (esp during pack meetings)

Sam and Darlin' stay getting cuddled and clinged onto bc they think that they're outcasts

Milo learned how to stitch at a young age so he could personally tailor some of his clothes shorter; he was embarrassed to get them done professionally

Angel likes wearing short clothes/bottoms so when their shoes untie, the pack's literally dolphin diving tying it for them so they don't have to bend down

David gets called 'mama duck' and he literally hates it

Someone always records whenever they all hangout for memories (I'd say Baaabe, David or Sweetheart)

Darlin' and Sweetheart are menaces when it comes to pissy chrissy, they love intimidating him (Darlin' looms over him and Sweetheart jumpscares him with cloaking)

Milo has a daily skin care/shower routine which is oddly complex

Angel spams the gc with David smiling when they catch him in a photo or to lighten the mood - everyone loves it

Angel got Asher hooked on cheek kisses (or vice versa)

Movie nights or sleepovers/camping go crazy

The pack has, at some point in time, all fallen asleep on or next to Sam (he's too comforting for his own good)

It's always Milo vs Asher till you bring Darlin' into the picture (2 against 1 and they still lose lmao)

Baaabe literally obliterates everyone at arcade games

David has his last name tattooed on the back of his neck; he says how they'll be his demise /j

Sweetheart stress cleans (twinninem)

Baaabe gives fantastic pep talks

Darlin' takes Angel out whenever they struggle with sleeping and don't wanna bother David (Asher sometimes goes too)

Sweetheart is the go to for missing stuff, they always manage to find it somehow

Sam lets the pack play with his hair

Angel got David to match fits ONCE and they were literally vibrating in excitement

The amount of 'embarrassing' old pack photos and videos that David hides is FEDERAL

Darlin' gives really nice hugs

The werewolves all shift and form a cuddle party, it's very cute (many photos for evidence)

Angel likes riling Darlin' up when their shifted and gets chased like a bat outta hell - they have literally mounted the rest of the pack tryna get away

Sweetheart always gives the pack's shifted forms head kisses before and after rubbing their heads

David won't admit it but he loves hanging out with Sam on the sidelines while everyone else is playing around (shifted)

Darlin' got assorted matching piercing with the listener mates (angel bites for Angel, gages for Baaabe and either a tongue piercing or snake bites for Sweetheart)

Milo gets picked up a lot for some reason - it only slightly pisses him off

They were all matching for the Summit, I might draw it to show what I mean

Sweetheart and Milo LOVE making and holding eye contact, they like how it flusters ppl (they always win staring contests/j)

Angel's super into interior designing, they interpret it thru minecraft bc I said so

Group therapy goes crazy/lh

I have so many thoughts abt them, I might have ta make a pt2 💪💪

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[robin-the-enby]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a Markus(DBH) x Reader where she is the S/O of Leo Manfred, but the relationship is definitely not a happy one. Like he insults her and pushes her around all the time.

If that is triggering please ignore this request! Hope you have a lovely day! :)

You can think that you're in love, when you're really just in pain...

Pairing: Marcus x f!reader

Warnings: use of Y/N and she/her pronouns, female reader (appearance is not discussed or mentioned), swearing, mentions of psychological and physical abuse, Leo is a gaslighter, I guess that' it

A/N: OMG, I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! Will you ever forgive me? 😭 But I took my time with this piece (and honestly might have gone a bit overboad) and while it did suck the soul out of me, I am very proud f it and hope you will like it. I made the reader female in the end, but the appearance of the reader is never mentioned, she is only reffered to with she/her pronouns, so I hope that's not a problem. If yes, I'll make sure to change it ;)

By now, you knew these streets by heart, that's how often you visited Carl Manfred. The old artist liked to joke that you were his in-law, given that you were his son's spouse. This wasn't the only reason however, because Carl also thought you were a kind and gentle soul and he really hoped that Leo saw that and tried to better himself in life, if not for himself, then for you at least.

Carl only talked well about his son, preferring to think about the god times instead of where exactly it went wrong and whose fault it might have been. But your presence was calming and very much enjoyable. He did have Marcus to run errands for him and take care of him, but you offering your helping hand gave him the feeling that he oh so lacked - his family taking care of him, now that he couldn't do it very well himself.

Even though you and Leo weren't married or even engaged, the old artist still considered you family. After all, you have been with Leo for a few years now, the thought of you leaving from his and Marcus' lives was strange and one Carl did not like to think about. Although...

Sometimes, when the house got quiet, when Marcus was fetching some paints or doing other errands in town, Carl would think. To be fair, he didn't know what you saw in Leo, even though he'd never admit that. He knew that opposites often attracted, and he really did hope your love would help Leo, whenever he'd ask you how his son was doing, no matter what mood you were in, it instantly changed. Something in your eyes...shifted. You looked tired, somehow older in those times, and he could see there was a heavy burden weighing you down. When it came to talking about Leo, you stuck to the basics. "He's doing fine." you'd say with a smile. But whenever Carl would ask hopefully "Has he found a job yet?" or "Is he...clean now?" you found that you could not answer. You didn't want to worry the old man, but it felt wrong to lie to him either. So you just hung your head low and admit quietly that no, he doesn't have a job and no...he isn't clean. You tried to lighten up the mood by saying he's looking for a job, which wasn't really a lie, at least, Leo insisted that he's looking for employment any time you'd bring that topic up, but you suspected Carl had stopped believing you at some point, although he never said so.

Today, you were once again visiting the old man and his android. It was strange to think that Marcus wasn't human. Every time you interacted with him, you almost forgot about it, enjoying his presence around you that much. Marcus was...serene. He wasn't loud, he wasn't crass and he was always kind. To everyone. Even if it created more trouble for him. Sometimes you wished you didn't have to leave. That you could stay with them. You were pretty sure Carl would be more than happy to let you stay, wishing for the company of his loved ones, even if he never said it, and Marcus...well...Marcus would be happy if Carl was happy. If you could call it happiness. It was strange to imagine that Marcus has never experienced any emotions at all. It made you a little sad. But the fact that he didn't know what emotions were and so he couldn't be aware of the fact he's missing something made you feel a little better. Although sometimes...sometimes it felt like Marcus was...different. Many a time have you seen him just...space out. You could see the, probably very much real, cogs in his head turn as he processed...something. But what that something was? You weren't sure.

Pulling your car into the driveway of the Manfred residence, you didn't even attempt to fight the stretch and the deep breath you took. It felt so freeing to be here, far away from...well, home. And the air was so clean and fresh, too! You could spend the whole afternoon sitting in the garden, just breathing. Carl sure did have taste when he picked out this place to live out the rest of his life at. It was calm, mostly quiet and smelled so, so good. Most people don't realise how amazing fresh air is until they taste it with their lungs, you thought to yourself. But even as you were here, your mind couldn't stop comparing everything to how it was at home. The yelling outside and inside. The constant sense of unease. The constant suffy air that wouldn't get out of your apartment, no matter how long you left the windows open. And you knew you had to come back. This place, as nice as it was, was just a break. A small oasis that would fill you up with strength until your next visit. But your reality was out there. In the downtown Detroit, in the tiny apartment you were renting.

Maybe if Leo admitted that he has issues and put his pride aside just once, you wouldn't have to take up so many shifts. You could actually like your job. You could do so much more than to just keep the both of you alive. Maybe you could have a bit of peace. But you doubted that. No matter how hard you tried, how much you did for the both of you, it seemed to never be enough. You took up extra shifts to treat the both of you to some nice meal? The apartment wasn't clean enough. You deep cleaned the apartment? You didn't cook dinner. You didn't have money to lend him? He didn't believe you, unless you showed him. And god forbid you asked him what he needed it for. Or if you complained.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you made your way to the front door. Yes, reality wasn't...perfect, but you wouldn't let it ruin this moment for you. Or, at least, you would try. As you were about to raise your hand to ring the doorbell, a figure appeared from behind the corner, abruptly stopping at the sight of you. You whip your head around, startled a little at the stranger's sudden appearance. But, as your eyes focused on the person, you recognised Marcus. His intense eyes that never made you feel unsafe, his short hair, which you weren't even sure was real, you thought briefly, and his firm build...

"Oh, (Y/N)! I'm sorry, I didn't want to scare you..." Marcus apolgised with a very sincere feeling smile. You chuckled slightly at your reaction "Oh hello, Marcus. It's alright, you just startled me, that's all." Marcus was quiet for a moment, and judging by the intensity of his gaze, you assumed he was assessing your vitals to ensure you really were alright. At first, the intensity with which he looked at you sometimes unnerved you, but when he explained it was just to make sure you were physically and mentally alright, you relaxed. It was handy to have someone that could tell you something was wrong with just one look, something you yourself might not have even noticed.

"Carl noticed your car, so he instructed me to tell you that we're in the garden." Your mouth made an "o" shape in silent understandment as you nodded and followed Marcus around the house. The short walk was silent, but comfortable. Soon you could see Carl relaxing in his wheelchair in the sun, looking as content as can be. You couldn't help the smile that bloomed on your face at seeing him. You've come to learn that this place, these people, were your safe place. You felt free here, not judged, not scrutinised. Nobody expected anything from you here and everything you did for Carl or for Marcus was met with appreciation.

Carl turned around at the sight of your footsteps on the small stone path and his face lit up "(Y/N)!" he exclaimed, opening his arms for a hug. You hugged him shortly and greeted the artist. "It's so good to see you! Come, come, sit down, let's have a chat!" he urged you as he moved towards a wooden bench overlooking the various flowers and bushes in the garden. From what you knew, Marcus not only took care of the old man, but the house, and by default the garden, as well. And if that was true, then he did an amazing job. The colours of all the petals were radiant and fresh, bees buzzing around happilly. It was a lovely sight. Sitting down, you made yourself comfortable. Carl stopped in front of you in a way that he could comfortably talk to you, but let you enjoy the sight as well. Something was telling him you needed it.

"Marcus, could you get us some drinks please?" he asked his android assistant gently. You always admired how Carl treated Marcus with such respect and care, as if he was a real person. All the time, you were met with people abusing their androids, seeing them as things to care for their every need, including receiving their master's anger. And although it felt obvious that one should treat their helpers respectfully, it was still a nice change. Another perk of spending time here. Marcus nodded with a small smile, asking Carl what he would like. "Some tea would be nice." Carl replied and Marcus turned to you. For some reason, you felt your face warm up slightly and you looked away from his enchanting eyes. Your mind ran a million miles per minute, trying to come up with something that wouldn't troube him too much. "Uhm, just some lemonade, please." you stammered after a second. Marcus nodded, never mentioning your stutter or pointing out your awkward behaviour.

When the android disappeared from view, Carl looked towards you "So, how is everything?" he asked, smiling. You never liked to answer that qestion, No answer felt right unless you went into detail, but you didn't want to burden him with all that. So you did the thing people usually do, you smiled and waved your hand dismissively "Ooh, you know. Everything is the same. Nothing interesting happening in my life." Carl nodded, but you were sure that being the perceptive person he is, he could see right through you. So he nodded without pressing the issue, and instead decided to press another one. "And how's Leo?"

It was as if that protective curtain around your happy place opened and you were exposed to the harsh light of reality. As if on autopilot, you hung your head slightly, the idea of looking into the old man's eyes suddenly uncomfortable. You chuckled awkwardly and shrugged "Yea, Leo's...Leo's good." you said, but your voice was small, void of the confidence and cheeriness it once posessed. Truth was, you haven't seen Leo in two days. He has been ignoring your calls as well as your texts. On one hand, you were worried about where he was, what he was doing and with who. But on the other...You were relieved. Your home is finally quiet, you don't wake up in the middle of the night to unexpected company coming over, because Leo invited them for a red ice party. You feel bad for feeling good when your partner is missing, but at the same time you can't help but enjoy it.

Sometimes fate has a strange way of playing with our lives. And it seems that in your case, Carl chose this day to finally choose the uncomfortable topic and interrogate you. "(Y/N), what's wrong?" the artist asked softly and you wondered when exactly has this became an intervention. "Nothing's wrong, work has just been tiring." Not a lie, but not a complete truth either. For some reason, you felt ashamed to admit to Carl how has Leo been treating you. You knew it wasn't right, but you also weren't someone who'd let others just push them around, and you knew Carl knew that. And maybe that's why you didn't want to tell him. Besides, how do you tell someone that their child is a toxic abuser?

"Cut it out (Y/N), I know something's wrong. Now, I know Leo doesn't have a job and that he's still on that...thing." Carl said the word as if it left a bad taste in his mouth "But I feel like there are things you haven't been telling me." The worst thing about this conversation wasn't the fact Carl knew you were lying to him, it was the way he was so nice about it. You felt like this whole thing was wrong, for some reason you felt like he should have been mad at you, should have been asking why you were so stupid as to staying with his stupid son, who everyone knew was a scumbag. You sure felt stupid. And yet... "You know I wouldn't do that." you smiled at him while racking your brain for an exit out of this conversation. "Hey, Marcus has been gone for quite a while, huh? I'll go help him out a bit." you didn't wait for an answer, already standing up and heading to the backdoor. Carl turned around to look after you and from behind you, you could hear him call out, cheekiness masking his worry "I may be old, but I'm not senile!"

Stepping into the house was like teleporting to another world. While the garden was full of colours and bustling life, the house was quiet and the brown hues of the furniture and decorations almost made it feel sleepy. But it let a lot of light through its big windows and it didn't feel heavy or suffocating. The worst you could say about it was that it felt serious, but glancing at the life sized giraffe taxidermy in the living room disproved even that claim.

Following the soft clacking of mugs and the conistent hum of the kettle, you made your way to the kitchen. Marcus was standing at the counter, preparing Carl's tea, your lemonade already done on a small tray on the table. His broad shoulders moved uder his uniform and you found the movement...mesmerising. And while observing Marcus quietly was quite normal for you, as creepy as that sounds, this was the first time you felt as if your...affection, towards the android might not be as platonic as would be appropriate. You were taken for pete's sake, you couldn't be fantasising about another man like that! But, you reasoned for yourself what was the harm? It wasn't like Leo was here and even if he was, he'd probably pay little mind to you. You would be surprised if he could even stand still for more than half a minute.

"I know you're there, (Y/N)." you heard Marcus chuckle, successfully bringing you out of your thoughts. You realised that during your internal argument, you have leaned against the doorframe and probably was watching him like a creep the whole time. Great. "Heh. Somehow, that does not surprise me." you chuckle in return, hoping to brush off your inadequate behavior. Marcus' shoulders shake in silent giggles as he looked behind his shoulder at your drink "Your lemonade is done. Do you want to drink it outside with Carl?" he asks and you shake your head. "It's okay, I'll stay here for a while, but I'll join you two afterwards." you explain, hoping he doesn't push the matter. But it seemed that luck was not on your side that day.

"Did Carl's questions about Leo tire you out?" Marcus tried to joke, but he quickly realised he must've brought up a sensitive subject at your lack of a positive reaction. You just hung your head, as you were used to when talking about your boyfriend and smiled, although the expression held very little joy. "Yeah...sort of." you said quietly and sipped on your lemonade. Your brows scrunched together and you odded a little "Hy, this is some really good lemonade!" you commented, hoping to divert the conversation once more. Marcus thanked you and finished with Carl's tea. Then, he wordlessly picked up the tray and went outside to give it to the man.

He was gone for quite some time, that you almost thought that you would really be left alone, even though you didn't know whether that was what you wanted anymore. But it seemed that Marcus was more in tune with your emotions than you would've guessed for an android. He quietly sat down next to you and after a bit of silence, during which he probably ran through all the things he could've said, he finally spoke up. "Why Leo?" Yo had to say that it was the last question you expected, although, you didn't really know what you were expecting.

Sighing, you shrugged "I don't know...anymore." you added after a second, deciding that if you were to tell someone about your troubles, it would be Marcus. Would he tell Carl? If he asked, which you know he would, then the android would tell the artist everything. But hey, at least you didn't have to do it yourself. "Anymore?" Marcus asked quietly and you felt those gorgeous eyes trained on your face as if it was the only thing he could see. You nodded "Yeah...I guess- I guess he wasn't that bad at the start." you shrugged, the memories of him showering you with sweet words and gifts that weren't expensive, but that much more meaningful, almost gone from your brain. "And then I found out about the drugs and I thought-" you took a sharp breath in, already feeling the familiar pressure behind your eyes "I thought, he loves me, I'll be there for him and help him get through it. But he never got better. And when he blamed everything on the drugs, or on the withdrawals I believed him, because...Well, because I never thought I'd end up in that kind of situation, you know?" you chuckled, the noise laced with self deprecation.

You felt his hand land on your arm gently. A fleeting thought of how warm his hand was crossed your mind, before you heard him speak "It's not your fault." You quickly nodded "I know, I know, but it doesn't feel like it, you know? From a young age, we are warned of the signs of abuse in relationships, so how could I have ended up in one?" you sighed "I just feel...stupid." Your shoulders sagged and you slumped a little in your chair, as if a tremendous weight was lifted from your chest.

Even though Marcus was already lookng at you, you somehow felt his gaze sharpen "Is he..." he breathed out and it looked like he didn't know how to phrase what he wanted to say, which made a weird feeling spill throughout your gut, because it was strange, almost unsettling to see the lovely android, who is always so composed, at a loss for words. "Does he hurt you?" "No, no!" you were quick to assure him and you could see his shoulders droop as he relaxed his posture slightly. "He can be a bit rough, but-" you shook your ead again "it's no a big deal."

"What do you mean, rough?" Marcus presed on, his tone still as gentle as if you were a scared animal that could run away if he made one wrong move and yet, his eyes never left yours and when you looked at him, looked at those beautiful eyes that you were sure could count as a piece of art, there was...emotion behind them. You were sure of it. You've lived around androids for the better part of your life and you knew how they looked, even when they were assisting someone. Never ever have you seen such intensity behind synthetic eyes. And yet, you almost felt...relieved. You cleared your throat "Oh it' uh, it's ot a big deal..." you tried to reassure him once again (or maybe you were trying to convince yourself it hasn't gone that far, that hope and love haven't blinded you towards physical abuse as well) "Just sometimes when we fight, he grabs me a bit too roughly. It usually doesn't even leave a mark." you shrugged, but as you were saying it, you realised how horrible it sounded. So you stopped yourself before you'd dive into explaining how sometimes it was not just grabbing but shoves and pushes that you'd endure from Leo when you were too uncooperative for his liking.

You turn to face Marcus again and he looks a you with such sadness it almost feels like it was him who went through thaat. It wasn't just pity, the kind of look the pharmacist would shoot you every time you'd come for that one cream to help soothe your skin after a rough argument with Leo. But no, Marcus seemed...almost heartbroken, the kind of heartbroken a child is when their beloved pet dies.

"You don't have to put up with it you know?" Marcus asked gently, although it felt more like a reminder "You only have to say a word and I'm sure Carl would have nothing against-" you stopped Marcus' rant by putting a hand on his chest "I know, I know," you said nodding "but I don't want to bring Carl into this. He shouldn't have to put up with whatever mess Leo gets into, let alone my problems."

"It's ok to ask for help." he put his hand over yours that was on his chest, caressing yor skin lightly with his thumb. Your eyes were immediately drawn to his and on yours, the contact making your cheeks heat up as you mentally cursed yourself. "I know, but..." you trailed off "I just feel like...if I got into this mess, I have to get out of it. I don't want to-" you groan "I guess I don't want to give him the satisfaction of having that complete control over me. I know it sounds stupid-" you went to pull away, feeling the hot shame flow over you, making you want to cringe away from your robot friend. But Marcus only queezed your hand and tugged you closer to him. "It's not stupid. And there's no need to be embarassed." he reassured you and you shot him a quick smile, which he reciprocated, before you continued "So yeah, I guess that's why I never...said anything. Besides, he's not always like this. Sometimes he wakes up and is the textbook version of a doting boyfriend. I guess...I guess it made me hope that something could be done, that if I try hard enough, he'll see what he's doig and we can ge through it together." you chuckled sadly and this time, Marcus hugged you.

At first, you went stiff as a board, not expecting such a gesture from him, after all, Marcus has never been very touchy, since he wasn't programmed for that, but by now you were suspecting that Marcus could do more than what he was programmed to do, even if you didn't understand how that worked. Gradually, you relaxed into the hug, letting your arms gently wrap around his neck as his were wrapped around your waist. You let your head rest on Marcus' chest and as you breathed in, you caught the smell of his clean clothes. The warmth rdiating from his body was also something you couldn't complain about. You stayed like this for what must have been minutes, before you felt the android shift. Thining he was done with the hug, you went to let go of him, but his arms only tightened around you. You looked up at him only to find him already looking down at you, his eyes portraying some sort of inner conflict.

Just as he was about to voice whatever was on his mind, you registered hurried footsteps as well as rushed sentences beig exchanged, and not in a positive manner. Both you and Marcus let go of each other just in time before Leo rushed through the dooray, visibly seething, with a worried Carl on his heels.

"I told you dad, I just want to talk to her, so either you tell me where she is, or-" he stops mid sentence when he sees you and Marcus in the kitchen. He looks disheveled, his hair tussled, his clothes wrinkled, he looked sweaty and the whites of his eyes were very red, no to mention his pupils, which were way out of proportion. For a while, he just looked beween you and Marcus, his gaze jumping from one to the other, before he nodded and chuckled throwing up his hands "Well isn't this just great. I come home to no girlfriend, no car, no food and when I finally find her, she's all over a fucking robot." he sneers first at you, then at Marcus. Leo takes a few steps towards you, extending his hand as if to grab yours and you can't help but back away out of habit. Leo, of course, notices this and chuckles awkwardly "C'mon babe, we're going, the taxi won't pay itself." he says it as if he was lightheartedly joking, but the tension in his voice as well as his body gives away his real emotions.

And for some reason, something inside you...switches. You've had enough. Enough of not being appreciated, enough of being ordered and pushed around, when you deserved something, someone much better. Someone who would hold you tenderly, who would smell like fresh clothes, who would be warm and lovely, who could at least take care of himself.

"I'm not going anywhere." you said calmly, shaking your head. Leo looked at you like you just grew another head "Sorry?" And you gladly repeated yourself, adding "Maybe if I would've known where the hell you've been for the last two days, I would have waited for you. But I guess I'm not worth picking up the phone for. That is, if you even have it." you allowed yourslf to release the frutration that's been building up inside you for god knows how long now. Carl's eyes were wide, shocked fromhearing all this new information about your relationship with his son.

"Babe, you know I was busy-" Leo tried, but you were having one of it "Yeah, I see how busy you are. Couldn't you at least wait until you sobered up till you came here?" you scoffed. Leo narrowed his eyes at you and growled lowly "Listen, we can talk this through at home, no need to make a scene." And you actually laughed, catching all three men present slightly off guard "Cause a scene? You roled up here in a taxi, which you expect me to pay for, because no way you have any money on you after wherever you've been, you barged in like a hurricane and demanded to see me, and why? Just because I dared to drive somewhere? The ca is the only thing you have to your name, you live in my aparment, off of my and your dad's money, which you still send on useless shit. You don't help me out with anything, whatever I do is not enough, even though last time you actually put any effort into our relationship was years ago, so when I decide to take a break and visit a place I actually feel welcome at, it's still somehow my fault."

Maybe if it weren't for the fact that your soon to be ex boyfriend's face was getting redder with your every word, you could actully focus on the weight being lifted from your soul after that monologue. But Leo didn't look just mad, but insane. A small part of you started regretting your words, but feeling Marcus' and Carl's presence slightly calm you down. Still, when he took another step towards you,your body tensed up and you took an instinctive step towards Macus, trusting him to intervene if something went wrong. And given how your stomach squeezed uncomfortably, the situatio was more than likely heading that way.

But Leo, of course, noticed this "Bullshit." he spat out "I try, so fucking hard to please you, to be enough for you. Every day, all I think about is you. So sometimes, I need something to help me relax. But none of you," he turned around to direct his words not only to you, but his father as well "none of you get that. You all just bring me down." at this point, Leo was borderline yelling and you tried to stop your body from shaking, out of fear or adrealine, you didn't know. "I was worried, have you thought about that?" he focused on you again"I was worried where you were, what happened. So I looked for you. And when I finally found you, my fucking girlfriend, what do I see?"he turns his attention to Marcus now, both of the men staring deep into each other's eyes "I found you all over this fucking piee of plastic." he growled with disdain "I have no idea what you and dad see in these monstrosities-" he would continue, if it wasn't for Carl jumping in "Leo, that's enough!" the old man said sternly, even though you knew very well how much it pained him. As Leo was turning around to face is father, Marcus grabbed his shoulder firmly "Perhaps you should leave." he said, keeping his voice calm, although you knew that he was anything but calm. You never noticed how expressive Marcus' eyes were until today...

"Not without her I'm not!" Leo jerked away from the android's hold, turning to face you again, bringing you out of your thoughts. "I told you, I'm not going anywhere." you said, suddenly more tired than anything "I'll pay for your fucking taxi, but it's the last time I ever want to see you." you offered, just wanting him to be gone already. You knew you didn't have to do it and that it would probably be wiser to not do it, but you just wanted him out of everyone's hair. At least for today. Carl sure didn't need this day to be more stressful than it already was.

Surprisingly, Leo huffed "Fine." and you pulled some money out of your wallet and handed it to him. And with that, he turned on his heel, muttering "Fucking bitch..." as he walked out, making Carl almost scold him again, but you placed your hand on his shoulder as a sign to let him go.

After that exchange, the tension disappeared from the room, until Carl moved to the table and you sat next to him, Marcus standing by Carl's side. For a while, none of you said a word, until he old artist sighed "I knew something was wrong, but I didn't know it was that bad." he muttered apologetically and you shook your head "It's ok, you couldn't have known." and after that, you had a very long conversation with Carl about you, Leo and everything that has been going on with him. Some of it he knew, most of it he didn't. You went through many different emotions during that conversation. Frustration, anger, but mostly relief. It was finally over. When the tears started maing their way down your face, you felt Marcus' hand gently squeeze your shoulder and you grabbed it with a sniffle, intertwining your fingers to ground yourself. You felt Carl's eyes follow your every move during that interaction, but you didn't look at him.

Finally, after the tears had mostly dried, the old man sighed "I think...I think I need to lie down." he said quietly and you almost apologised. Almost. Mrcus let go of your shoulder to help him, leaving you alone. After they disappeared up the stairs, you stood up and went into the small bathroom on the ground floor, to wash your face, now sticky from all the tears you've shed, but also to get your mind together. You knew you would have to leave at one point, but you really didn't want to go to your apartment. And definitely not alone. After all, Leo still had the keys. Changing the locks would be a pain, as well as making sure he won't try to pull some other shit in the ext few weeks, maybe even months. You knew that there was a chance he would leave you alone, but something was telling you it would not be so easy. Not with Leo. You sighed and returned to the kitchen, only to find Marcus already there, waiting for you.

"Would you like a cup of tea? There's an herbal mix that should help you calm down." he asked you so gently you thought you would start crying again. Instead you just sniffled and ndded with a thsnkful smile "That would be lovely, thank you." As Marcus started preparing the tea, you found yourself sanding awkwardly a few steps away from him, leaning against the counter. It felt wrong to just sit down. You didn't even know what to do with your eyes, or what to say, but luckilly Marcus beat you to it "Carl said to tell you that you should stay here tonight. Unless you don't want to of course." he informed you as gently as before. "No, that would actually be very nice, thank you." you said, relieved "I'll nee to bring some take out for him as a thank you." you said, knowing very well the artist liked some junk food every once in a while, despite his doctor's protests, as a treat. "You don't have to do that." Macus turned to you, while carefully filling up your cup with the hot water. You shook your head and closing your eyes with a sigh "It's only right, after what happened today."

Suddenly, you feel a presence right in front of you and you open your eyes to fid Marcus right in front of you. He leans forward, resting his hands on the counter on either side of your body, looking deeply into your eyes "You may feel like it, but none of this is your fault. You didn't deserve the way he treated you and you're not stupid, or a failure for getting tangled up in that." he said quietly, but firmly enough to let you know you should better get it through your thick head sooner than later. You gulped as you got lost in his mesmerising eyes that told you how sure he was of what he has just told you. And suddenly, your hands found their way to his chest, catching the android slightly by surprise. His eyes seemed to pull you in, until you realised that your faces actually were getting closer, both of you leaning towards each other, none of you brave enough to clos the gap entirely.

You saw something in Marcus's eyes shift and he exhaled, lowering his head unti it was resing on your shoulder. You almost automatically wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close. "I'm sorry, I..." he started, but agai, didn't quite know how to continue "This is all very new to me, but... something is telling me I- we should wait." he confesses, chosing to bluntly say what he was feeling, probaby figuring out you knew he gained the ability to feel and that he definitely felt something for you. He could feel you nod next to his head "Yeah, that's...that's probably for the best." you pulled away slightly, and he could sense that your body temperature rose slightly, especially in your face "But in the future...I would really like to try again...I think." you said bashfully and Marcus couldn't help the smile growing across his face.

Sure, you had a long journey of healing and finding yourself ahead of you. And inevitably, he would have to talk to Carl about his deviation, but as long as he could figure out his newly gained sentience alongside you and help you flourish again and find that spark that had almost been snuffed out of you, he could wait for eternity.

[insomniac4000]

Off Her Head- ChrisMD

After an accident y/n reveals too much about her and Chris's relationship.

Y/N had always loved the chaos of a Sidemen shoot. The energy was infectious, a whirlwind of laughter, banter, and a touch of friendly rivalry. As she stood in the makeshift set, surrounded by her friends and fellow YouTubers, she felt a buzz of excitement in the air. Today was no different, except for one small detail: she had recently started dating ChrisMD, they had been together for a couple of months now and thigs were going well. They weren’t close friends before but their paths crossed more and more and as they did they found they had more in common and their relationship bloomed.

The latest charity match was coming up and as part of the promo for it The Sidemen were doing some videos with some Youtubers, going back to their roots with football challenges. As well as Y/N in this video was Chris, George and Arthur. Y/N wasn’t a football player like Chris or the Sidemen, but she was athletic and always up for some fun. Today was no different, even though she'd joked earlier about how she'd probably fall flat on her face trying to keep up with the boys.

It was an overcast afternoon at the pitch, and everyone was buzzing with energy. Harry, Ethan, George, Arthur, and Chris were already on the field, trading banter as usual while the camera crew set up. Y/N had been talking with Simon and Tobi about the challenge, feeling the familiar mix of excitement and slight nervousness that came with filming.

“Ready to embarrass yourself?” Chris teased as he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. His grin was boyish, his eyes twinkling with affection.

“Oh, absolutely,” Y/N replied with a matching grin on her face. There was something about that man that made her feel like a giddy school girl, being with him she felt like she was falling in love for the first time like a teenager.

The football challenges were straight out of a Chris video but more extreme, Y/N being the person she was got stuck straight in, always giving it 100% when the camera was rolling. Things were going relatively well, that was until Ethan came in with a tackle which was a little more aggressive than he intended. His boot come into contact with Y/N’s shin and she fell to the floor in a heap, grabbing her leg in pain as she did so.

 “Y/N!” Chris’s voice cut through the laughter as he rushed toward her, his face paling as he knelt beside her.

“I think I broke my leg,” she gasped, pain radiating from her ankle. The world around her blurred, laughter fading into a distant echo. She felt Chris's hands on her, checking her leg and trying to comfort her.

Ethan, trying to lighten the mood, said, "Aw, come on, it’s just a bruise, right? Shake it off!" He tried to laugh, not because he found it funny but because he didn’t want to the face the reality that he might have genuinely hurt her.

But the expression on Chris’s face told him otherwise. He saw the awkward angle of Y/N’s leg and immediately knew this was serious. "No, I think she’s really hurt."

Soon, the medical team was called, and after a few moments of evaluation, Y/N was whisked off to the nearest hospital. Chris, unable to hide his concern, insisted on going with her.

A short while later, Y/N found herself in a hospital room, the bright lights above making her squint. The doctors had confirmed her injury: a broken leg, and they’d set her up with a strong dose of painkillers, she was pretty sure she even heard the word ketamine at some point. She lay back against the pillows, her thoughts fuzzy but surprisingly light-hearted.

George, Arthur and Harry came to give Chris some support and Ethan also came mainly because he really wanted Y/N to be okay, he was feeling incredibly guilty.

“Look who’s awake!” Arthur exclaimed, bouncing on his heels. “How are you feeling, superstar?”

“So, how’s she doing?” Ethan asked, half-smiling as he watched Y/N blink slowly at the ceiling.

“She’s... well, she’s definitely feeling those painkillers,” Chris said, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked over at Y/N, who was gazing at him with a dreamy expression.

“Chris,” she said, her voice a little too loud and way too relaxed, “you’re so hot.” She mused with a sloppy smile on her face, the room erupted in laughter.

Chris’ face turned bright red. “Y/N, babe, maybe just... rest, yeah?”

But Y/N wasn’t about to rest. Not when the world was this soft and warm, and especially not when her wonderful, gorgeous boyfriend was sitting right beside her.

“He’s soooo hot,” she repeated, turning her head to face the group of amused friends. “Look at him! His eyes are like... like... ugh, they’re just perfect.”

Harry snorted, trying to keep it together. “Yeah, Chris, tell us more about those perfect eyes.”

“I can’t,” Chris muttered, his hand covering his face. “I’m begging you, don’t encourage this.” He warned the boys but he knew by their faces that his pleas were just going to fall on deaf ears.

“Oh, we’re definitely encouraging this,” George chimed in, grinning wickedly. “Y/N, what’s your favourite thing about Chris? Besides the eyes, obviously.”Top of Form

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“Oh! His body!” she gushed, gesturing animatedly. “He’s fit and strong, and I love it! He could lift me with one hand if he wanted to!” She giggled at her own enthusiasm. “It’s a surprise you know, because he’s short and I don’t even think he’s that short but because he’s short people wouldn’t think he’s ripped but he is.

The boys exchanged looks, amusement dancing in their eyes. “I bet you are a fully satisfied in the bedroom?” Harry prodded, barely able to contain his laughter. He didn’t seriously think Y/N would answer but the high of her painkillers had reduced her inhibitions massively and at this moment she didn’t care what she was saying, or who was listening.

Y/N’s grin widened. “I’m fully satisfied! Chris has stamina, you know?” She waggled her eyebrows, the words flowing out of her mouth before she could think better of them.

“Y/N!” Chris exclaimed, mortified, burying his face in his hands. “Please stop!”

“Oh, come on!” George laughed. “This is gold! Keep going!”

“Yeah, Y/N, give us more details!” Ethan added, leaning closer, clearly enjoying the spectacle completely forgetting about the accident and the guilt he was feeling.

 “Oh, the details,” Y/N said, her voice hushed like she was sharing state secrets. She glanced around the room conspiratorially. “Chris... he’s got a really good tongue.”

“OH MY GOD!” Harry was doubled over, tears forming in his eyes as he tried to breathe through his laughter.

Ethan slapped Chris on the back. “Well done, mate. You’re clearly doing something right.”

Chris buried his face in his hands, his ears turning a deeper shade of red. “I hate all of you.”

Y/N, oblivious to her boyfriend’s embarrassment, continued to stare at him with adoration. “He’s just... so sweet, and he always takes care of me, and I love him so much,” she said dreamily, her words slurring a little.

Chris peeked out from behind his hands, his face softening despite the mortification. “I love you too, babe. But you really need to stop talking.”

George wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. “Oh, this is gold. I swear, we’re never letting you live this down, Chris.”

The teasing continued for another few minutes, with the boys milking every ounce of comedy they could from the situation. Eventually, though, Y/N began to drift off into a peaceful, drug-induced sleep, leaving the room in relative silence.

Chris sighed in relief. “Finally.”

“You know she’s going to be so embarrassed when she remembers this,” Arthur said, grinning.

“Yeah, but not as embarrassed as you are right now,” Harry pointed out, clapping Chris on the shoulder.

After a while, the laughter died down, and the boys began to leave, one by one, offering hugs and promises to visit her again soon.

“Take care of her, Chris,” Ethan said as he left, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“I always do!” Chris replied, shaking his head with a laugh.

When Y/N woke up a few hours later, the first thing she noticed was the dull ache in her leg. The second thing was the haze of memories that slowly began to drift back.

She blinked, groggy and confused. “Chris?”

“Hey,” Chris said softly, leaning forward. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a truck,” she groaned, then paused as a few more memories resurfaced. “Wait... what did I say earlier?”

Chris hesitated, trying to suppress a grin. “Uh, you were... very complimentary. About me.”

Y/N frowned. “Complimentary? How—” Then it hit her. All of it. “Oh no. Oh my God. Did I—did I talk about our... sex life?”

Chris couldn’t hold back the laugh this time. “Yeah. Yeah, you did.”

Y/N’s face turned bright red. “Oh my God! No! What did I say?!”

“Well,” Chris said, a mischievous smile on his lips, “apparently, I’ve got stamina. And a very good tongue.”

Y/N buried her face in her hands, groaning. “Kill me now.”

“Sorry, love, can’t do that. Besides, the boys loved it. They were asking all the questions.”

“I’m never showing my face around them again.”

Chris chuckled, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “Don’t worry. They’ll forget about it... eventually.”

Y/N peeked out from behind her hands, her cheeks still flushed. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“A little,” he admitted with a grin. “But seriously, I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Y/N sighed, leaning back against the pillows. “Yeah, me too. Even if I’m now the most embarrassing girlfriend on the planet.”

Chris smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re not embarrassing. You’re perfect.”

She looked up at him, her embarrassment melting away as she saw the sincerity in his eyes. “I love you, you know that?”

“I know,” he replied softly, his hand squeezing hers. “I love you too. Even when you’re completely off your head.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “You’re never letting me forget this, are you?”

Chris grinned. “Not a chance.”

And despite everything, Y/N couldn’t help but smile.

[maybankswhore]

𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 — 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎.

SUMMARY: you see rafe for the first time since getting together with jj & it doesn’t hurt.

PAIRING(S): jj maybank x fem!reader + a little bit of rafe cameron x fem!reader.

WARNINGS: cursing.

you can read part one here! but it’s not really needed to read for this particular plot. this isn’t proofread & it is a bit long so maybe a dragging on dialogue warning ha.

Things had went really good with you and JJ. It had almost felt like a breath of fresh air , peaceful. He was always kind to you and loving , always making sure to dote on you even when you complained about it— picking you up after every shift at work and learning to braid your hair so you didn’t have to do it because you always whined about it hurting your arms. It was the little things that caused your heart to grow fonder and before you knew it , the two of you became attached at the hip.

Everyone on the island could see the red hearts following you two around wherever you went , always swooning and smiling when they saw you.

JJ had been the happiest he had ever been with you. As cliché as it sounded— he’d go on and on to anyone that asked about you that you literally were the girl of his dreams. He adored everything about you from the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed really hard , to the way you always slept with one leg out from under the covers. You were kind , and loving and everything he always swore he’d never get. Most of all— he felt safe.

Today his arm was thrown around you as you and the rest of the Pogue’s stood around the bonfire. Your giggles were contagious to everyone around you as you humored JJ’s antics , finding every joke to be the most funny. Perhaps it was a tad bit annoying , but you really just found JJ’s personality so fun. He always knew how to lighten the mood and make a joke that turned everyone’s day around.

In the middle of JJ leaning down to whisper in your ear , your eye’s flickered over to Sarah when she groaned loudly. “Of course he’s here.”

Your stomach had flipped as you followed her eyes to the side of you. Her brother stood a few feet away from you with his friends , watching you. You were shocked to see him. He usually never came on this side of the island , always rambling on about how ‘disgusting’ it was and ran by Pogue’s. You hadn’t meant to make eye contact with him , but when you did your stomach had began flipping in knots.

“I’m sorry , Y/N/N. I didn’t know he was coming or I would’ve said something.” Sarah apologized. The sound of her voice finally made you break away and look at her , shaking your head with a smile.

“It’s fine , Sarah.”

JJ scoffed. “Like hell it is.” His grip tightened around your shoulders protectively , shooting Rafe glares that was only answered in cocky smirks. “He really has some nerve showing his face here.”

Your bottom lip became trapped between your teeth as you anxiously fell into JJ’s embrace , wrapping your own arm around his waist to settle his nerves. “Let’s not worry about him , alright?”

JJ glanced down at you and studied your face quickly. What was he looking for? He wasn’t entirely sure. Maybe it was him just being insecure or stupidly jealous , but he knew that Rafe had once been your everything. John B had told him numerous times the stories he’d heard from Sarah and how much you cried over him , how much the two of you would fight. JJ wasn’t an idiot and he knew relationships like that left their mark , but feeling you nuzzle yourself innocently into him while looking up at him with a small smile caused his shoulders to relax slowly. “’m okay. Fine. But he says one wrong things and it’s over—”

Sensing all of his tension melt away , you grinned and stood up as tall as you could to press a kiss to your cheek. You tried to ignore the way Rafe’s eyes burned in the back of your skull. It wasn’t that you were ashamed or uncomfortable— you just didn’t want any drama or conflict. You had avoided it thus far and you wanted to do your best to keep it that way despite Rafe being known as the biggest drama queen on the island.

JJ cheeks blushed that color pink you loved seeing. One that always coated his cheeks after every kiss , even though you had done it so many times before that. The butterflies were still very much alive.

The night went on pretty peacefully. You had drank a little but not enough to be absolutely intoxicated. The six of you had ended up sitting on the logs rather than standing , each pair engrossed in their own conversations. JJ wasn’t too far from you , laughing loudly with Pope and John B. You , Sarah , and Kiara huddled together giggling amongst yourselves.

“John B let me do his makeup the other night.” Sarah confessed with a girlish giggle , her eyes becoming slightly hooded from the drinks she had. Her confession made you and Kiara burst into laughter.

“Please tell me you took a picture of that.” Kiara clapped her knee , doubled over with laughter.

“Sadly I couldn’t. It was a part of the deal.” Sarah sighed sadly. “For my eyes only! Literally. I couldn’t even take a picture and hide it in a folder.”

The pout on her face made you chuckle before pulling out your own phone. You quickly searched for the picture of JJ that you had taken not too long ago , a full face of makeup on. After bugging him for days , JJ had finally given in. “Your man sucks , tell him get like mine.” You teased , giving your phone to them to see the picture of JJ posing proudly.

The picture had sent them over the edge. The expression on JJ’s face as he posed for you , holding out a peace sign and popping out his hip that you had for one of your Instagram pictures.

“Send that to me now.” Kiara snatched the phone away from Sarah to send it to herself. “This is definitely gonna come in handy one day.”

Gasping , you ripped the phone out of her hand before she could press send. “He’d never let me do it again if you did that.” You argued.

Kiara struggled to speak through her laughter. “Yeah right! He’d do anything you’d tell him to.”

“That boys got it bad.” Sarah drawled out , singing the last word softly. Kiara nodded in agreement making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah whatever.” You sighed.

Sarah quirked an eyebrow at you. “Oh come on , Y/N. You’ve gotta know he’d get down on all fours and bark if you wanted.”

“Can we actually see that?” Kiara teased. “Please tell him to do that and let me know when so I can get my camera ready.”

“You guys , leave him alone!” Defending JJ , you glanced over at him to check on him. His hands were frailed in the area around him as he told whatever story he was telling passionately , and you couldn’t help but watch him with a smile.

Kiara pretended to throw up. “You guys are so fucking disgusting.”

“I think it’s adorable.” Sarah cooed , making you grin at her. “I never seen you that happy with my brother.” She said while crinkling her nose. The drinks making her tongue loose. The mention of Rafe made your blood run cold , the whole relationship still stinging at a certain part of you. You were over him— completely , but he damaged a big part of you. She must’ve noticed your face fall and her eyes widened in shame. “Oh shit , I’m sorry for bringing it up.”

“Don’t be.” You brushed it off.

“Yeah don’t be.”

You jumped at the sound of Rafe’s voice booming behind you. Those three words making everyone’s head snap towards him. Before you had a chance to say anything JJ was on his feet , walking right over to you. “The fuck are you doing?”

JJ’s hand wrapped around your bicep and gently helped pull you up , bringing you as close to him as he could. He kept his shoulders square and his jaw up , showing Rafe who was in charge.

Rafe chuckled lowly and put his hands up defensively. “What? Can’t come see my sister?”

“Don’t use me as your excuse , Rafe.” Sarah snapped at him , annoyed her brother was yet again— causing more drama with her friends.

“Yeah we all know you’re here to be some creep and stalk , Y/N.” Kiara snarled towards him. Her hands were in fists at her sides.

Rafe ignored them and discarded them with the roll of his eyes. They flickered to JJ’s attitude , then to his arm on your shoulder then back to your face. He was quiet for a minute as he thought of what to say. Though you could barely meet his eyes. “So that’s why you blocked my number.” Rafe’s nose scrunched at the thought of you with JJ , disgust dripping off his words. “Thought you had better taste than that.”

“You got a problem , man?” JJ’s arm was off of you as fast as it was put there. Bucking up to Rafe who didn’t so much as flinch.

“Let me talk to her.” Was all he said.

“Not gonna happen , Cameron.” JJ laughed bitterly. He made sure to stand in front of you , blocking you away from him.

“Why?” Rafe cocked his head to the side. “Scared that’s all it takes to have her come running back?”

JJ was fast as he lifted his arm but not fast enough for Pope to come to your defense , knowing that was the last thing you wanted. “JJ , bro , calm down.”

Taking in a shaky breath , you grabbed JJ’s shoulder to get his attention. The minute he felt you touch him , he spun around— ignoring Rafe’s existence. “Let’s just go , me and you.”

Nodding with a small smile you slid your arm down to his hand and gave it a squeeze. “I need to talk to Rafe first.” You muttered. JJ’s eyes went wide and immediately shook his head.

“Y/N , no.”

“JJ , yes.” You told him softly. You cupped his cheek gently in hopes it’d calm him down. “We’ll leave right after. We’ll leave.” You emphasized.

Rafe grumbled at the interaction in front of him. Like a child , he held his stomach like he was going to he physically ill from it but you ignored him.

JJ studied your face , scanning it for any sign he needed to worry. But your eyes were soft , and your touch felt genuine. He couldn’t help but sigh and nod , knowing that you needed that closure— and he’d even feel better knowing it was closed.

“If he touches you it’s over with.” JJ muttered before kissing your lips softly , holding it there as a message to Rafe.

When you pulled away , he stepped to the side and Rafe’s attention went to you— a smirk on his face. “I knew you’d come to your senses.”

“Shut up or I’m walking away from you.” You glared at him , walking away in the opposite direction knowing he’d follow. Rafe winked at JJ who flipped him off , and did as you expected.

You crossed your arms as you stood to face him , the sight of him didn’t make your heart clench , it didn’t make your throat close or your head hurt like crazy. Standing in front of you was just Rafe , not the Rafe you had once loved. Not the Rafe you spent months with— years , almost with. A person.

“I need you to know that it’s over you.”

“It’s not—”

“It is.” You cut him off with a shake of your head. “What happened between us means nothing to me anymore and frankly , you mean nothing to me.” Instead of hurt , you felt angry. Angry that he had the nerve to walk up to your group of friends , that he thought it’d be light hearted and quirky and somehow gain your attention once again.

“You don’t mean that.” Rafe shrugged. “You’ve had your fun , okay? We’ll work it out. I forgive you for messing with that dirty little Pogue and you can forgive me about what happened—” He went to move closer but you backed away.

“No.” Firmly standing your ground , you looked him in the eyes. “I don’t forgive you for what happened and believe me I tried that ‘forgive but don’t forget’ bullshit but you don’t deserve for me to forget. You hurt me , Rafe. You really hurt me. I loved you so much and you did time and time again. I loved you and you took advantage of that so honestly— fuck you.” Your pointer finger stared at him accusingly. “Fuck you for wasting my fucking time. This is it. This is the closure and after this I never want to talk to you again.”

Rafe stared at you like you had grown a third head. In all the time he had known you , he had never seen you like this. So bold and outspoken. You weren’t that timid girl who was too afraid to order her own meal at a restaurant anymore. “You don’t love him.” Was all he could say , his tongue poking his cheek. He wouldn’t show it and he wouldn’t say it— but it hurt him more than he thought it would. Maybe he never thought you’d get over him. Maybe he assumed you’d take him right back and blow off whatever guy was occupying your time. Sure it had been a couple months , but you couldn’t have fallen in love. You couldn’t have.

“I–I do.” Though you hadn’t admitted it to JJ just yet , you knew that you did. “And it’s right this time.”

“JJ Maybank?” Rafe said his name like it was the most outlandish thing in the world. “Really?”

“Really , Rafe. He doesn’t cheat on me at every party. He doesn’t laugh at me when I cry because the movie’s sad. He lets me listen to whatever I want in the car and he laughs at my jokes. He likes when I wear that red dress and heels. He loves me for all that I am and never tries to change that.” Everything had seemed to make sense in your head as you explained it to him , saying it out loud like that.

“Y/N—”

“You don’t love me , Rafe. You loved how I loved you.” You told him with your voice going softer. “But I know somewhere inside of you is capable of loving someone the way JJ loves me and when you find her , don’t make out with every girl you see and take lines of their ass.” You laughed , laughed at something that once broke your heart into a million pieces but now it humorous to you. Healed.

Rafe couldn’t find the words to say. His mouth couldn’t even open at that. He just stood there and watched you walk away back into JJ’s arms who instinctively wrapped around you , rubbing up and down the skin. He watched as he kissed you and the way you wrapped your arms around his neck , giggling and blushing like you once did with him.

It was too late to be sorry and he realized that.

You had started over. You began to fall in love all over again and Rafe was old news to you now— and it hurt a little more than he realized it would.

[glorified-red]

Sometimes u just need Damian to hold u while u cry y'know¿??

I feel this with every fiber of my being, you have no idea.

Actions Speak a Thousand Words

summary: Damian was always a man of little words, but in moments like these, he wished he could do better to comfort you. word count: 1,280~ warnings: self-doubt, self-hatred, Damian sucks at emotions but he's tRyiNg. Light hurt/comfort In honor of summer classes sucking ASS and Damian's cameo in the Pride comic, here's this, because I feel like everyones a little bit tired right now.

You felt a shoulder bump into yours, effectively washing away all your thoughts. You hummed in question, your gaze barely lifting from where it was stuck. 

“You’ve been staring at the wall for long enough that I’ve begun to think it’s personally wronged you.” 

You hummed into the fingers that nestled against your chin, it was subtle pressure but it was enough to keep you from floating away. The hum almost died in your throat, having gotten caught in the heat that taunted you. 

When you didn’t laugh or even budge, Damian grew worried. He attempted to—as you taught him—lighten the mood once more. 

“I could fight the wall for you. It seems as though you’re mortal enemies.” 

You responded that time, but the attempt at banter fell short when your voice was nothing but a whisper. “We’re in the middle of a staring contest, that’d defeat the point.” 

It was Damian’s turn to hum, he tried to sound like he was on board with the idea but the tail end of the noise lifted into confusion. He slipped onto the seat next to you. 

“Are you at least winning?” His gaze attempted to reach yours. Green eyes were at the edge of your vision if you just turned your head to look at him. He felt his eyebrows crease together when your eyes fell from the wall and onto the desk in front of you. 

“I don’t think so,” you whispered, much softer than the last time you spoke. If Damian wasn’t inches away, the wobbles in your voice would have faded into nothing, to never be heard. The lips behind shaky fingers struggled to suck in a breath. 

Damian sifted ever closer to you until he could feel your silhouette against his. He hesitated, if not for a moment. He wasn’t good at this, he was trying to be—god he was—but it didn’t stop the lump in his throat from forming every time he saw you in hardship. 

He started with the first step: “Are you okay?” 

That sentence alone felt like he had said it wrong. He could mimic the exact inflections as everyone, down to the last breath, and he would still feel so out of place saying it. He hated the sound of his own hesitance—why couldn’t he be good at this, just once? He’d watched for years as his oldest brother danced through emotions so effortlessly, even his father had grown in an aspect Damian would never admit he was jealous of. He’d seen it—experienced it himself—yet he could never navigate this as easily as the others. 

You told him he was doing wonderful every time. You noticed his efforts and smiled at his mistakes, told him he was human and that it was okay. But damn, did Damian want to be better for you. You taught him what it was like to feel alive. He wanted to return that feeling tenfold until your body buzzed with his love for you. 

He just didn’t know how. 

The silence between you too lingered for longer than he liked. Every fiber of his being itched to fix the problem, to make sure whatever was making you feel this lost was squandered. But he quieted that part of him; he told himself “later.” Right now, that wouldn’t help you. That wouldn’t help you process this or feel whatever you were feeling right now. He had to give you time. 

So he waited, even as the milliseconds stretched into seconds. He let your brain filter through his question and piece together a response. 

“I’m just tired, Dames.” 

He picked at his pants, feeling the seams roll under his fingers. 

“Do you want to take a nap?” died in his throat. 

“We could cuddle?” slipped from his tongue. 

“Maybe take a break?” seemed impossible to say. 

Those are solutions, they wouldn’t help right now. 

“From?” he settled on. The green from his eyes never left your face for a moment. He was sure you could feel it, the weight of his gaze. It slid from your temples down your nose and across your jaw, tracing each line over and over again so he could see when they shifted. He could analyze your face for hours, it’s how he knew the twitch between your eyebrows was a sign you were trying to form the words on your tongue. 

He knew you. And he knew you wanted to smack a smile on your face and move on, to laugh it off and apologize for everything and nothing all at once. He often did the same, just with a different way of shrugging off emotions. He hid behind a stone wall where you hid behind a mirror. 

It was funny really, how easily you could penetrate his walls and how easily he could see through a two-way. 

“Everything.” Your eyes finally met his and the feeling of his heart sinking wasn’t one he could ever get used to. The sight of tears forming constellations on your lashes was enough for his heart to lurch. He felt it deep in his ribcage and up into his throat. 

He struggled on his next word. The words had to claw their way out of his mouth, enemies of hesitance and anxiety blocking their path. He wanted to tell you everything would be okay; he wanted to say it would get better; he wanted to say something that would help—anything. 

But Damian was never a man of many words, and oh, did he hate himself for it. 

No matter how many times he was told his strengths, he could only ever see the weaknesses, the imperfections, and the traits of him that could be traced back to his grandfather. Even after so long of trying to be better, it was useless. 

He was trying to be someone he wasn’t. 

So he let the words die. He let the resonance turn into a steady breath and did what he was good at: he held you. His arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest. You all but fell into his embrace, your head finding its way under his chin out of habit. It felt natural here, with you in his arms. Damian felt like he could breathe easier as if all his insecurities washed away. 

He hoped you felt the same. 

“I'm so tired,” you sobbed. Fingers clung to his shirt and pulled on the fabric but he stayed steady. He was, and always would be, your rock: the steady force in your life while all else seemed to swirl into chaos. He would always be there for you, despite everything. He was an immovable force and he slowly took pride in that fact. 

His lips pressed into the top of your head, the words hidden behind those lips ached to break through. Instead, he wrote the words into your body and kissed them into your skin in hopes the message was received all the same. 

The pads of his fingers squeezed consonants into your shoulders and slid vowels down your back and up again. His thighs carried the weight of yours and promised strength in return. His chest breathed in your sorrows and pressed affirmations into your heart. 

“I’m here.” 

It was short—that much Damian knew. But it was all he had to say. Every single word trapped in his chest was released in two simple syllables. There was nothing else. It was so simple, yet he overlooked it everytime. 

He could feel your body leaning into his, the way your hands had to convince themselves he was there. He knew you. And he knew this was enough. 

He would always be enough. 

As he was.

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[lririx]

What do you think of weeping clown fluff headcanons? stuff he would do with a boyfriend if you don't mind 🫶

•Joker is really insecure. Like really. He thinks he's inferior to everyone else and doesn't think he's worth anything. So you can imagine how he was when he started dating you.

•He thought that he didn't deserve to be in your presence let alone date you. He still thinks that but it's less now.

•You have to constantly remind him how much you love him. The good thing is that he'll accept it pretty much instantly.

•He'll always hug and kiss you afterwards.

•He's really shy and awkward at first but after you two have dated for a while he gets more courageous and showers you with affection.

•His love language is acts of service and gift giving.

•He always helps you even if you don't ask for it. He just doesn't want you to feel exhausted so he helps you as much as he can.

•Joker loves giving you gifts. It's his best way of showing his love to you.

•He loves gifting you flowers.

•Whenever he gets food or snacks he'll always be thinking about sharing it with you.

•One of his favourite activities is for you two to get ice cream and walk around hand in hand.

•It doesn't matter how far into the relationship you are. His hands will always tremble at first when you hold hands with him. But after a bit he loosens up and relaxes.

•If you're bigger than him he will feel protected and he can set aside his stress and anxiety.

•And if you're smaller than him he will have the urge to protect you. His anxiety will increase because he's worried about you getting hurt but as long as you're there for him he doesn't mind.

•He will love you regardless of your size though.

•There will be times where his stress goes off the roof and he just bursts into tears in his own room. He tries to keep quiet since he doesn't want to bother you but you've known him for a long time. You can tell when he's not feeling well. So go in his room and pull him into a warm and passionate hug. Tell him how much you love him and care about him.

•Get him some ice cream afterwards and his mood will lighten up.

•Sometimes he'll hug you, face pressed into your chest and doesn't let go for thirty minutes.

•He worked in a circus before. He knows how to make you laugh. He was happy that people liked his jokes but now he's even more happy since the laughter is coming from you.

•This man loves to kiss you on the cheeks. Yes he's nervous whenever he wants to do it but he adores your smile when he kisses you.

•Bad memories flood his brain at night and he has trouble sleeping. So please hold him in your arms, caress his hair and cheeks. He will fall asleep way more easily.

•Joker is kind of malnourished. He doesn't really care what he eats and doesn't eat and is low on a lot of vitamins. But ironically he really cares about your physical health. He always makes sure you eat enough and get the necessary vitamins every day.

•He has alot of trauma himself so if you want to vent to him he doesn't really know what to say so help you. Instead he'll hold you tightly in his arms and when you're done crying and talking he'll kiss your head and tell you that everything will be OK.

•Like I said, he has anxiety. He loves and needs to cuddle with you to be able to sleep. He always hides his face in the crook of your neck. It calms him down.

[sportswriters]

nope, no favorites around here - j. drury

pairing: jack drury x female!reader | f, slight a | co-workers to lovers | wc: 716 | warnings: mentions of jack fighting on the ice

welcome post!

y/n’s part of the medical team of the carolina hurricanes. she has a great relationship with the players since it's her job to do check-ups before and after the games.

one fine day, she almost collapses while watching jack getting into a fight with the opponent. the crowd is loud, the guys on the bench are shocked and impressed at the same time. jack dropping the gloves mid game? that's rare. she hates it.

“i don't care if you won, i don't care if it hypes up the crowd, i don't care if it's normal in this sport. are you freaking dumb?”

she's distracted until she notices jack watching her with a smug smile on his face, not even slightly offended by her rant. y/n freezes.

“sorry, shouldn't have gone that far.”

“it's alright, it's a valid worry to have… as someone from the medical team.” jack absolutely knows there's more to it, but he's having fun. she's adorable.

“of course.” she nods. “medical concerns only.”

at home, she starts overthinking about her relationship with jack, wondering if people might be seeing too much. i'm kind and attentive to everyone, right? oh, no, what if they think jack's my favorite? that's awful!

the next day, she goes to work completely self-conscious of her own actions. she greets everyone trying not to be suspicious as she almost sprints to her office. she takes care of the paperwork from the previous day and take notes of what the boss left for her. when practice time arrives, the players come around to do a quick check-up before going to the ice. she has other doctors with her, but somewhere inside she knows jack is going to her cubicle.

he does. jack walks peacefully to his favorite doctor assistant — knowing that there are a few others available —, but what catches him out of guard is how professional she’s acting. well, of course she always does her job correctly, but never this cold, this far — far from him. y/n does every step of the check-up carefully, trusting she’s great at hiding her thoughts from her expressions. they seem to be eating her up inside, that’s why she looks so focused on not messing it up.

“you alright? you look restless,” jack asks, genuinely concerned.

“all great, just got a lot on my plate today,” she replies, eyes on the clipboard with his informations. “good practice, jack. don’t come back here anytime soon.”

y/n turns her back at him to hide her frown, regretting her words. she just needs him to leave so she can breathe properly.

“thought i was your favorite patient.” he tries to lighten the mood. he really doesn’t want it to end that fast, but regrets it a second after, because when their eyes meet, she’s terrified.

“what? nope, no favorites around here. i treat every player equally. have you heard something about it?”

“hey, don’t worry, i was kidding.” jack watches her posture relax. “i promise to do my best only to come here to see you, is that okay?”

y/n freezes. what the hell is going on, right now?

“look, i like talking to you, alright? i’m not a fan of pain and bandages as well, i just don’t mind coming here when i know i’ll be seeing your pretty face.” jack decides to keep talking, afraid you’ll make any assumptions. “and i don’t want you to overthink that i’m giving mixed signs. so, y/n, i’d really like to take you on a date if you allow me.”

“yes. wait.” she covers her mouth then her face in embarrassment. jack softens, his smile grows bigger.

he waits patiently for her. in fact, he’d love to cup her cheeks on his own hands, but that’s hopefully for another day.

“i mean, yeah, it would be nice to go out with you,” she answers, holding a smile as best as she can. “but now i think you should go. wouldn’t wanna mess the queue and get me fired, right?”

he chuckles. there she is, the y/n that got him infatuated.

“of course. see you later, then?”

“don’t even dare getting a scratch on purpose, you hear me?”

“even though you’re adorable when you’re worried?”

“get out of my face right now!”

[hunieday]

Momo - Drama Collection (Winter) Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Momo: Good work, Torao! Hope you enjoy your time today at the drinking party 😆

Momo: I'm super looking forward to drinking with the drama cast! 💯 ✨

Mido Torao: I’m also looking forward to it.

Mido Torao: Seems like Nikaido and Yaotome will be late though, did you hear about that?

Momo: I did! They said they're busy with work~!

Momo: Is it okay if it's just the two of us until they come ⁉ Or do you want me to invite the super handsome special guest Y-san ⁉

Mido Torao: Yuki-san huh…

Mido Torao: Um

Mido Torao: I want to be alone with you, is that okay?

Momo: ba-dum...

Momo: I was joking around to lighten the mood, but Momo-chan got all giddy... 

Momo: I’m not cheating on you, darling ‼ 😭 💦

Mido Torao: You were joking huh…

Momo: But thanks for saying you’re okay with just the two of us alone 👍✨ I'm really looking forward to drinking with you!!

Mido Torao: Thank you. I'm looking forward to it too

Momo: Huh!? Really!? 

Mido Torao: Yes

Momo: What should I do!!! I feel like Momo-chan is wrapped around Torao’s fingers... 🥺

Mido Torao: no i’m not HAHA

Momo: 

Momo: But you know, you've become cute! You’re a lot rounder around the edges nowadays

Mido Torao: Are you saying I got fat!?

Mido Torao: I mean yeah, the other members keep giving me unusual snacks to eat lately...

Momo: that’s not what i meant lolololol you’re already cute lololol

Momo: By the way, what kinda snacks are you getting? 🤭

Mido Torao: Puffed rice? They come in pouches and are crispy and delicious.

Momo: Puffed rice~~!! How nostalgic! Makes me wanna go to a candy store (*ﾉωﾉ)

Momo: Tell me more stories over drinks okay!

Mido Torao: Got it. I also have something I want to talk to you about

Mido Torao: I’d like you to teach me a lot more about acting.

Momo: Torao... 🥺 ✨

Momo: Now that you mention it, you know, Yuki liked Torao's role and found it really interesting! 

Momo: "I thought he'd stop Momo from recklessly breaking into someone else's territory alone, but he charged in head first" he looked like he enjoyed watching it 😂

Mido Torao: The part where I ride my bike and blurt out, "I’ll be the one who paves the way for the leader" right?

Momo: Yes yes! Vice-leader-kun is quite reckless!

Mido Torao: Of course his followers would be bloodthirsty when their leader’s like that.

Momo: Well, the leader is a tiiiiiny bit of a rascal, isn’t he? 😅 💪

Mido Torao: a bit is the understatement of the century.

Mido Torao: Chasing after the enemies up a three meters high wall, jump-kicking them from the stairs... I thought it was quite the violent script

Momo: right lolol the action scenes sure were intense~~!!

Momo: I tried my best to follow your example 😤💪

Mido Torao: My example?

Momo: That's right! Watching Torao work so hard on his stunts motivated me!

Mido Torao: Is that so...

Mido Torao: I was an inspiration for Re:vale…

Momo: Are you getting fired up?

Mido Torao: Burning hot.

Momo: Just! too cute!!! 😆 😆

Momo: Apparently our relationship was popular on SNS too ;P🫰

Mido Torao: Really? What were they saying?

Momo: "Vice-leader-kun always standing next to the leader with a smug smile, they’re my bias!" (1)

Mido Torao: There it is, “they’re my bias”. What’s a bias? what the hell does that mean?

Momo: there it is lololololol

Mido Torao: I’m curious. I heard Haruka use it the other day too.

Momo: It means someone you like the most! 😆 saying “bias” sounds stronger than just saying “love”~!

Mido Torao: I see. It does feel more intense.

Momo: How about you start using it, Torao!

Mido Torao: In what situation would I even use it?

Momo: For example...

Momo: It’s everyone’s bias, Momo-chan! ;P 🫶 🫶

Mido Torao: I don’t think that’s for me…

Momo: That’s not true!!! Just try saying it for a bit!!

Mido Torao: I’m your bias, Mido Torao.

Momo: 

Momo: 

Mido Torao: I’m not sure about this one…

Momo: No it's really good!!!!!???

Momo: But well, your fans are most likely looking for a strong and cool Torao (*ﾉωﾉ) 🤎

Mido Torao: Well, I’m confident that I can make someone fall in love with me just by standing there and not saying a word.

Momo: Nice, I want to hear tons of stories about the confident Torao 👍

Mido Torao: Hell yeah, later. I’m looking forward to it.

Momo: 

The original conversation went a bit different, Momo ends his message with “好きピ= sukippi”, Momo later on explains that it’s a combination between 好き=suki (like) and ピーポー=people (pi=ピ), which means a “favorite person” even if it’s sometimes used on objects and such. The closest and most “literal” translation would be “fave”, but I doubt Torao wouldn’t know what a fave is so I went with bias instead.

HUGE thank you to Ai (soushibana and chettiri on twitter) for helping me out with the snacks translation! I wouldn't have understood it without her, big props & go check her accounts out!

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After the race.

SHANGHAI - Post Sprint

Carlos returns from the paddock, racing so closely with Charles got him all worked up. I mean, they almost touched. Maybe they did? He's still shaking a little from the adrenaline. But it's okay; he knows the internet is going to either praise him or get mad at him for it. He knows everyone is going to comment, but it's okay. He loves it. He loves racing that way, showing the Latino mode. It's not their first time with Charles; they tacitly agreed that whatever happened on the track would stay on the track and not impact their relationship.

And Charles gave him a thumbs up after the race, so everything is okay. And it's probably just a coincidence if he doesn't run into Charles the whole hour after the race. He focuses on debriefs and interviews.

But when he finally sees him at the end of the garage, back turned towards him, he can't help but run and lightly grab his arm.

"Hey..." he holds his hand out for him to clap.

"Hey," answers Charles rather flatly, not meeting his gaze. Something feels off, but he still asks.

"Are we good?"

"..." Charles finally looks up and grimaces. He feels his stomach churning. Did he really go too far, really? He always makes sure to be very careful with his teammates, especially with Charles, who has always been very respectful towards him. With Charles, whom he particularly appreciates. So he slightly panics and stammers, "but you gave me a thumbs up so I thought that..."

"It wasn't in that way."

"Oh..." Oh, so it was an angry thumbs up. And he responded like an idiot.

"you fucking pushed me off track, Carlos, it could have caused a puncture!"

"You passed me anyway, so why are you mad?" He sees a glint of fiery arrogance in Charles' eyes.

"Because you could have let me! Instead of fighting so hard."

"Oh, let you? In what honor?"

That's new, Charles asking him for favors like that. He lets out a little laugh, and Charles blushes and says, "Not let me... just not fight me so much."

"But I'm a fighter, we are fighters... on track and chess," he tries to lighten the mood by lowering his voice a little bit, gives Charles a little bump on the shoulder, smiles... "you said it yourself in the interview... I heard you."

He tries to pinch his side, but Charles squirms away still annoyed, brows furrowed, but he knows him so well, he sees his eyes are about to laugh already because no matter how much he wants it, Charles can never stay mad at him for too long. Spanish charm.

But he is mature, and if Charles is annoyed, even a little bit, the air needs to be cleared. So he stops teasing, comes back to being serious, and presents his hand in front of him as a peace offering.

Charles meets his eyes defiantly, wondering, but slowly slowly reaches to hold it. He feels Carlos' fingers wrapping around his own, warm and strong, steady. It's strangely comforting. He'd like to hold onto them for a while, ground himself back after this madness.

"I'm sorry, if I went a bit too far. I'm sorry, didn't mean for you to think it was aggressive." His voice is low and warm, and Charles receives it like a hug. He loses himself in the big brown pupils for a while, then swallows, mouth suddenly dry, and nods a little bit, acknowledging the apology.

"We good?" asks Carlos, back to being smirky with a blink and a wide smile.

"Yes,"

And Carlos smiles even wider and pulls his hand toward his lips to give it a kiss.

"My lord..."

"STOP IT, Carhlos!" and Charles feels his face burn, pretends to be offended, and pulls back his hand, pushing him lightly on the shoulder in retaliation. His heart races like crazy.

They head towards the common room, bickering.

"Now we'll have to explain this to Fred," sighs Carlos, anticipating the scolding.

Charles nods, unfocused.

He can't help but wonder how Carlos' lips would have felt like.

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Home is where my Heart is.

Chapter 10: Dad beat Dad pt. 2 Table of Contents | Profile

Word Count: 2300+ A/N: so many lore drops oh lordy. Should I post chap 11 in 9 hrs? Comment below lolol

“Husband, dear,” I called for him closing the door behind me.

I find him on the chair by the fireplace, reading a book with his glasses on. I join him, smoothing out his shoulders with a gentle touch which he gave a satisfied hum to.

“What is it?” he asks placing a bookmark and closed the book. He puts it on the side table holds my hand pulling me in front of him.

“I just came to tell you something Charlie has planned,” I say brushing his hair, “she’s inviting over her father to help with her situation.”

He tenses up, he pulls his lips into an annoyed grin. I tilt my head, confused why he reacted so strongly at the mention of Lucifer. So, I ask, “What’s wrong?”

His smile fades into a guilty one and replies, “Miledy, you know I love you with all my heart but I wish I could tell you.”

I fall silent, a million questions appearing in my head before I finally spoke up once again, “Is it related to why you were gone?”

He heaved a breath as he stands, dipping a kiss on my forehead then holds me briefly in a tight squeeze and replies, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing too dangerous. I won’t let anything happen to you, love.”

I gave a deep sigh, trying to calm myself from the piling frustration but I needed to keep it together and trust him. Like we always do.

Just then, the memories of him leaving Abby and I in the cabin never to return flashed in my mind. I clasped his dress shirt in distress, feeling sweat form on my back and my body shaking.

Alastor pauses and looks at me in deep worry. He holds my shoulders and tries to look me in the eye, “Love, love what’s wrong?”

I remain unresponsive feeling my leg lose their strength as I fall onto his arms never once letting go of him. We settled on the carpet while Alastor held me close, letting me hear the soothing beating of his heart next to mine that was thumping loudly and erratically.

“Shit. Miledy, Miledy can you hear me? It’s ok, it’s ok. I’m here.”

After a while of getting to calm me down, he waits for me to say something still rubbing my back in a soothing manner.

“You have to promise me, Al. Please don’t leave me behind,” I whimpered, “I can’t lose you again.”

His heart clenches at the sight of her, she looks so broken and afraid. I never stopped feeling guilty of breaking his promise and leaving her behind to look after Abby all alone. It must have been hard for her. It also made him angry with himself for being the same deadbeat dad that he had resented for all his living life. He was also afraid of thinking that he was unworthy of Miledy’s love, he broke his promise, left her alone and was so weak. That’s why he craved power, power to destroy everyone that would even dare to harm him and his family, so that one day they could live in peace. Something that he failed to do.

“I’ll never leave you, not now. Not anymore,” he says with a heavy heart.

“You’re stuck with me either way,” he say, trying to lighten the mood which I appreciated and smiled to. I leaned on him and enjoyed the sounds of the crackling flames and the beating of our hearts in sync. Finding solace in the mundane.

---time skip

Alastor and I stand side-by-side as we welcomed Lucifer to the hotel. He jumps in and hugs Charlie almost immediately. To which Alastor’s eye twitches in annoyance at.

“Oh, it's so good to see you. Haha!” he greets squeezing her making her let out a little squeak.

“It's uh, good to see you too, Dad,” Charlie strains out before Lucifer lets go her continuing, “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”

The little Eggbois popped some party poppers with a quick fanfare, only to find Lucifer being distracted by the cat.

“Oh hewwo KeeKee!” he greets the cat and continues with the lambs, “Razzle, Dazzle. Oh, look how much you haven't grown. Still fun sized. You taking care of my wittle girl? You better be.”

“Wow! This place sure looks, uh...uh huh yah uh huh...It's got a lot of character!” he comments trying to be polite at the interior.

“OH, what in the unholy hell is that?!” he screams pointing at the bar looking back at us.

Alastor takes us behind Lucifer in his shadow before reappearing and replies, “Just some of the renovations we had done. Adds a bit of color, don't you think?”

Lucifer’s eyes drift to mine exclaiming in delight, “Miledy! Great to see you again, I haven’t heard from you for a while.”

We shake hands politely, something that Alastor seems to heavily dislike by pulling away my hand from the fallen angels'.

“I got busy you could say. I was waiting for the chance you’d come to the hotel actually. Glad to see you here!” I reply trying to be enthusiastic trying to hold my husband from throwing a tantrum.

“I see you’re well acquainted with my wife,” Alastor interjects with venom in his tone.

“And you are?” Lucifer eyes him suspiciously, also reciprocating the feeling of dislike.

“Alastor, Miledy’s lawful husband. Pleasure to be meeting you, sir. Quite a pleasure,” he introduces with a hint of displeasure, shaking Lucifer’s cane before wiping it on his coat with disgust, “It's nice to finally put a face to the name. You are much shorter in real life.”

I coughed trying to hide my giggle but then realize I’m around the same height as him. Then my eyes following them as they had their silly banter.

“Who is this? Who is this nut? Are you the bellhop?”

“Aha! No! I am the host of the hotel. You might have heard of me from my radio broadcast.”

“Hmm, nope! I guess that's why Charlie called it the Has-been Hotel, ahaha.”

“Ha ha ha. It was actually my idea.”

“Ahaha. Well, it's not very clever.”

“Ha ha! Fuck you.”

“Woah. Okay!” Charlie and I yell while she pulls his father away to the parlor while I grab his waist pulling him in the other direction before a cat fight would start. “Okay, anyway. Dad, look at this lovely parlor where people can get to know each other and share secrets and stories and intimate feelings! Without Alastor, we wouldn't have been able to pretty it up this much.”

“Charlie has a very unique vision. I am happy to fulfil her bizarre requests,” Alastor goes back escaping from me and puts a hand on Charlie’s shoulder.

“Oh, thank you, Alastor,” Charlie says tearing up, finally getting the fatherly attention she deserved.

“Quite an impressive young lady. We're all very proud of her,” Alastor eggs on lifting her chin with his finger with a devious smile.

“Ahem, Charlie! Dear, eheh, why don't you introduce me to your OTHER friends?” Lucifer exclaims pointing to the group behind him.

As a friend I do feel bad for him, but this is the reality check he needed. For him to see that nothing will change if he isn’t willing. Alastor fighting with him might finally knock some sense into him, but so far. He really is a prideful thing he is.

“I am not helping you,” I state crossing my arms not even looking at my husband.

He laughs it off and shrugs, “With what? I’m not going to fight him.”

“Uh-huh,” I say not convinced. Only to put my suspicions proven when the chandelier falls, and they start singing. “Well, here we go.”

While I was enjoying their song, Mimzy barges in singing her heart out. I looked at her surprised, what was she doing here? It could be 2 things, she wants something or she’s in deep shit. Or a combination of both given her character.

I roll my eyes as Alastor and Mimzy exchanged hugs. Talking about our lives on Earth and stuff. We used to be friends but, you know, stuff happens. I sighed and sat down by the bar waiting for some crazy shit to happen now that all the chaos forces were here.

“Miledy! How’s it been going?” Mimzy asks as she takes the glass Husk slides at her while he gives me mine.

“Nothing much. Probably better off than you,” I snicker sipping the alcoholic blend.

“Psh, you can’t be serious. You’re still mad about what happened before?” she asks infuriated.

“You rang me, telling me you wanted to hang out then made me sit with 5 men at the bar and just said the morning after ‘thanks for covering for me?’ Are you insane?” I asked angrily, my hair flaring out as my teeth sharpened and bared them at her.

“It was just one time!”

“You did it twice! You better be grateful I haven’t told Alastor given you’ve been friends for so long,” I reply downing my drink and slamming it down.

Husk, Angel and Pentious were surprised by my outburst. Clearly, this was their first time seeing me lose my cool despite being collected around them. It couldn’t be helped, not if the one you’re sitting next to you made you a scapegoat a few times. I would find bills in our mailbox because of her. It wasn’t cheap either.

I grumbled pouring myself a drink and ignored her excuses. While Husk went probably to tell Alastor. Half an hour later, someone starts hammering on the door yelling for Mimzy, as she explains she stole 50 grand and drove over someone. Why am I not surprised.

“All of you! Get a safe distance, I'll take care of this,” Vaggie yells getting in front of everyone with her spear.

Before she could reach the loan sharks, Alastor steps in and says, “No, my dear, leave it to me. It's time I remind everyone why I am here.”

“Oh, finally! Took you long enough!” Mimzy yells behind the counter, making me bonk her over the head with bottle lightly before standing next to Alastor and changed into our demon forms.

“A reminder to all, not to mess with the radio/siren demon!” We announced both our forms towering over them.

I towered over them with my 15 ft form startling them from the sheer size. They quiver as they see my mouth pull into a sadistic teethy grin similar to Alastor's. Alastor slams down his tendrils while I held a note holding them down while they got crushed.

“I will devour each and every one of you!” Alastor exclaims gobbling them down, while they were paralyzed.

After defeating all of them we shrink back down to our normal selves.

“Oh, I missed getting to let off steam!” Alastor states with a hearty laugh, while I panted beside him.

“God, I haven’t turned into that form for a while. I forgot how tiring it is,” I wheezed.

“Oh, Alastor! What a fantastic show! Bravo! As always. Thanks for helping lil' old me out of a tougher spot, you're always such a pal!” Mimzy thanked him, while I glared at her. This was her mess to begin with. As a debris falls beside her, “Oops. Heheh… sorry about the mess, but I'm sure the little bug can take care of it for you.”

Before I could roll my eyes, Alastor says something that surprised me, “I think you should go Mimzy, now.”

Mimzy visibly shocked, tries to play it off, “Oh pff, Alastor, you're such a kidder you! Haha, you are so funny!”

“I mean it. You deliberately brought danger to this place just to have me clean up your mess. I can't have that here,” he deadpans not even looking at her.

“But you love taking care of me! What? You don't actually give a shit about this tacky place, do ya? Come on, I know you. You heartless son-of-a-bitch~” she iterates poking him on the chest.

“You are welcome if you actually want to give redemption a shot, but I think we both know that's not really your style, so you need to leave.”

“Fine! Who needs you? Have fun with your little princess and your little hotel! See if I care!”

After she flips off Alastor and storms out, he turns back to me with the same look. I flinch and ask, “W-what?”

“I know what she did to you, so why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded an explanation.

“Because! Both of you were long time friends before we got together, and thanks to her I got a start in my career,” I replied hugging myself, unsure now if I made the best decision.

“I’m not mad at you, but the next time something similar happens come to me. You’re my wife, Mel. I put you above than everybody else,” he says sincerely brushing my cheek to which I nodded to.

When we got inside the hotel, Lucifer and Charlie had a confrontation. One that they both desperately needed.

“I wish we could see our little girl again,” I whisper while leaning on Alastor.

“I’m sure she’s doing fine, darling” he says putting his arm around me and squeezing my shoulder.

After closing their song in a hug, Lucifer says this, “Ok, I can get you the meeting but once you're in Heaven, I won't be able to go with you. Will you be ok?”

“I'll be fine,” she assures.

“That's my girl,” he smiles then smiles, “Good luck, kiddo.”

He then disappears in a red mist leaving us to deal with the aftermath of everything.

“This next part is going to be scary. You ready?” Vaggie asks walking towards Charlie.

“I'm ready,” Charlie says as she hugs her, “cuz you'll be with me.”

“In spirit, right?” Vaggie asks unsure if they’re on the same page.

“In Heaven!” Charlie exclaims looking at the sky.

“Yay…” her girlfriend chants unenthusiastically feeling regret for asking.

“Have a nice trip!” I say with a smile, “We still have to clean up this up first though.”

“Ughhh…”

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A Proper Send-off

Original request (Part 2): "...but kieran is so adorable and i would love to read a fic of him that you wrote!...[Could you do] 11. snickers for the indigo disk version? just because of his character development and change in personality! sorry that i’m requesting two fics, but you’re one of my favorite fic writers and i know you’d do him justice. thank you so much for answering! 🫶"

Author’s note: Happy Day 11 of Tickletober everyone! This fic is partially a part 2 to my fic “You’re Not Ogerpon!” from day 5 of Tickletober, but it works as its own stand-alone fic as well! Here’s Day 11: “Hug,”  “Snickers,” and “Noise” from August’s Prompt List, Crow’s Prompt List, and Nim’s Prompt List! I hope you enjoy!

Series: Pokemon

Characters: Kieran and Juliana

Word count: 1,115

Summary: While Kieran and Juliana are reminiscing about their past adventures, a memory reminds them both about the fun they once had together, and the fun that can be had again.

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No student wants to wake up early unless there's an important reason. The sun is just beginning to rise over the sea and the light gives the sky around it the hue of pink lemonade. The glow creeps its way onto the central battle court of Blueberry Academy, where Kieran and Juliana watch the sun awake from the stands.

This is how to start a day that will end a series of adventures. 

“You know,” Kieran says as he takes in the sight. The sea breeze graces its presence through his hair. “For as early as we have to wake up, this is always worth it.”

Juliana nods. “You said it.”

Another rush of wind from the sea passes by them. 

“I’m glad you’re able to properly see this before you leave,” Kieran breaks the silence. “Sitting here in the stands with the sea around you, it makes a difference.” 

The breeze glides in their hair again.

“It’s going to be weird not being able to see you everyday,” Juliana’s eyes drift down a bit.

“Yeah, but it’s not goodbye forever. We still have our Rotom phones to stay in touch.”

“True. But I’m going to miss the frequent battles we had. Can’t really do that when we’re in different regions.”

A moment passes where only the breeze speaks.

“You’re always welcome to visit Blueberry academy,” Kieran says.

“And same to you with Paldea.”

Kieran reminisces. “If it wasn’t for that trip to Kitakami, I would have never met you.”

“Yeah, we had a lot of fun times there.” There’s a pause before she chuckles. “Hehe, do you remember the time when I scared you in the woods and tickled you so you wouldn't be mad at me?”

“Heh, yeah, I remember,” Kieran responds. His head tilts downwards. “A lot has changed since then.”

Juliana sees his expression drop and tries to lighten the mood. “Yeah, but if I had to guess, I bet you being ticklish would be the same, huh?” she nudges him in the arm.

A smile forms on his face. “Tch, I grew out of it.”

“Really? You pull your hair up and get a fancy new champion title and now you're telling me that you’re no longer ticklish?”

“Yep, that’s what I’m saying,” Kieran replies before turning his view back to the sea.

“Well, we’ll just see about that!” Juliana smirks. 

Kieran glances at her just in time to see Juliana lunging at him. He tries to lean to the side, but Juliana wraps her arms tightly around him in a big hug from the side.

Kieran’s voice turns to one of panic as he tries to squeeze himself out of Juliana’s hug. “Wait! Juliana! I don’t want to make any noise!” Kieran manages to say before his body seizes up from the sudden scribbles delivered to his side. The corner of Kieran’s mouth begins to twitch into a smile. He clamps his arms to his sides and attempts to twist away from Juliana while also trying to hide his face in his shoulder.

“We don’t have to worry about waking anybody up, Kieran. It’s just us up here while everyone else is still in the academy underwater.” She fakes a gasp, “Unless, you’re making up an excuse to hide that you’re still ticklish?”

“N-no!” Kieran stutters as Juliana’s fingers still scribble at his sides, “Of c-course not!”

“Uh-huh,” Juliana gives him a playfully disbelieving look. “Let’s see, if I remember correctly, this got a reaction out of you last time,” Juliana says before scribbling a hand into his belly.

Kieran reacts with a sudden giggly shriek that temporarily breaks his defenses. He shuts his mouth up tight from the slip up and slams his foot onto the ground, as if to stomp down the giggles just bursting to release. However, bubbly snickers begin to fall from his lips.

Juliana grins, “Was that a laugh I heard just now, Kieran?”

“Nope! D-definitely not! Definitely not a laugh! Hehehe!” he tries to push Juliana’s grip away as more snickers end his sentence. At this point, he knows she has him figured out, but he’s not willing to give up yet!

“Hmm, it seems my opponent is still holding his ground. Then it’s time to bring out a super effective attack!” Juliana exclaims. She pulls him closer to her in a tighter hug, causing Kieran to almost fall back in her arms.

“W-wait! Don’t you dahare!” A nervous giggle already slips form Kieran, right before Juliana slips her hands into his underarms.

Kieran squeaks and a burst of laughter follows, “Nohohoho! Julianahahaha!” he flails his limbs from the giggles now surging through his body.

“Ah ha! I knew you were still ticklish!” Juliana grins.

“Ohohokay! Okay! Yohohou got me! Yohohohou win!”

“I did, but I want to commemorate this occasion! I’ll only stop if you admit that you’re still ticklish!” Juliana playfully bargains.

“Whahahat?! Nohohoho way!”

“Kieran,” Juliana says knowingly. She quickens the scribbling of her fingers.

He squeaks again. “Ohohohokay! I’m still toohohoho ticklish for thihihihis!”

She giggles and pulls her hands away, allowing Kieran to rest. “Those were just the words I was looking for.”

Kieran wraps his arms around his torso in a protective hug of his own. He catches his breath, leaning forward on the stands as if he just ran a marathon.

“Are you okay, Kieran?” Juliana asks with concern.

He leans up straight with his arms still wrapped around himself. “I guess so…”

She chuckles. “I’m getting a sense of déjà vu. You said the same thing last time too before we had our nice conversation and went off searching for Ogerpon. Maybe things haven’t changed as much as you thought, Kieran.”

His expression eases into a smile. “Yeah,” Kieran looks back on the past for a moment. A warm feeling comes over his chest as he thinks about those happy memories. They didn’t find Ogerpon that day, but he was fortunate to have Juliana on the adventure with him.

As the sea breeze cools his skin, a mischievous smile grows onto his features.

“But you keep forgetting something, Juliana.”

The girl turns to him, “Hmm, what?”

“That things have changed since then.” He leans forward with a grin and wiggles his fingers in the air at her. “This time, I want revenge.”

Juliana gasps and her eyes widen. She leans on her arm to back away. Giggles already fill her words.

“Oh no! Kieran?” she backs up even more. “Kieran–Eeek!” she squeaks when Kieran lunges at her and wraps her in a hug, now tickling her. The sound of her giggly laughter pairs with the breeze and the waking sunrise as the day begins anew.

[rantaroamamifuturegf]

Hello, wonderful person on the internet!

Can I ask for a fic with Fem! Reader who is unusually tall and kabedons Fuyuhiko while being super smug about it?

(If you don't know what kabedon is, below is an example)

Thank you for your time

Loving on you

A/N: This is my first time writing a one-shot!!Well a short one-shot but I'll still writing one, so I hope you enjoy!! Sorry it too so long to get out, I've gotten back into classes and got somewhat busy but I'm still making time to write. Anyways I do hope you enjoy sorry it does suck I tried my best! Reader is a bit feisty and sassy bc I don't like Y/Ns who don't have no back bone and as usual spelling errors. Reader is the same height as Akane, 5'7.

Plot: Hanging out with your short boyfriend during a free period and you both got into a small disagreement and he decides to lighten up the mood a bit.

!!Female Reader!!

Character(s) being used: Fuyuhiko

You and Fuyuhiko have been dating for a while now and you both attend Hopes peak together. But due to your height some people find it funny how Fuyuhiko looks more shorter than he usual does when he stand next to you but he always shuts up the person before they can even finish their sentence about the height difference between the both of you.

Personally Fuyuhiko doesn't really mind the height difference but it is a bit embarrassing whenever your both kissing and he's the one having to look up as you while you look down at him, but of course he has his moments where you're the one flustered instead of him. He gets flustered at times as well but always tries to avoiding bring up those moments

Anyways everyone was pretty aware of both of you guys relationship and Peko swore to protect you as much as she protects Fuyuhiko, but he sometimes buts in and says that she doesn't to protect you when he's going to be the one doing it.

there were a couple of times when you shut him down and told him you can protect yourself but he reminds you that he's a yakuza so dating him can be slightly dangerous for you but you stood ground and brushed off his words. Regardless both you and Fuyuhiko were a good couple lol

But as for right now, it was a free period and the both of you were in an empty classroom talking. Unfornately you both were in a small argument about how Fuyuhiko almost got both him and Peko in danger when he was trying to get rid of one of his family's gang rivals the other night.

"(Name) I'm telling you it's no big deal alright? Both me and Peko are okay and my dad said he will dea-" Before he can finish his sentence you cut him off "It's not about who will deal with the situation or not, it's about how reckless you were being! Like did you ever stop and think 'Hey maybe I should just let my old man deal with this because IM JUST A HIGH SCHOOLER' that is exactly what you should have thought before acting!" You said frowning slightly as your boyfriend took a seat on one of the empty desk in the classroom.

"Listen I get what you're saying but they were on my back alright? I care for both me and Peko's life but they were getting to annoying and they had it coming.." He sighed and looked to the ground and crossed his arms, he did feel slightly guilty for almost putting himself and Peko into danger and making you worry wasn't making feel any less guilty but he would be lying if you lecturing him like a child didn't annoy him, but to avoiding getting the argument even worse he kept his mouth shut.

"Well next time can you try to hold back and think before you act? Jeezs I almost feel bad for Peko for having to deal with you at times." You wanted to face palm at his actions but seeing how he actually did feel guilty over his action, you decided to let him off the hook "But I guess for this time, I'll look past it but don't do it again alright?" You crossed your arms and lean against the wall behind you.

He looked up at you then smiled "Yeah yeah I get your words, just stop lecturing me as if I'm your damn kid" He stood up and walked over to you chuckling lightly "Then stop acting like one-" Before you can even finish your sentence, Fuyuhiko then slammed his hand on the wall behind you and grinned "I said stop trying like one alright? I'm your boyfriend (Name), not a kid".

You didn't know how to respond back as you were caught off guard and flustered by his actions as Fuyuhiko stood his ground, despite the obvious height difference knowing that he was able to still make you flustered and embarrassed did make him feel smug.

"Fuyuhiko.." You paused and looked as your smug looking boyfriend as he grin grew slightly as he waited for you to continue "You're just so cute at times" You smiled and hugged him as it was now his turn to be flustered as he blushed slightly then hugged you back "Seriously, You can't just say shit like that out of nowhere...it's ridiculous" "Then don't act all big like that out of nowhere" You giggled as he just scoffed at your words and enjoyed this small moment between the both of you.

The bell did ring signaling that the free period was over, you better not go trying anyone about the cute moment you just spent with your boyfriend or else he'll seriously be even more embarrassed and slightly annoyed.

Hope you enjoy - Manji

[orchidniins]

thanks for clarifying if you wrote for a male reader, not many do so i always ask first lmao

if it's not too hard, could you try some headcannons for m reader dating chrismd? if not then gender neutral is fine haha

:3

Dating Headcanons | Chris Dixon

A/N: I tried a ChrisMD x Male Reader (Though other than the first few points, the rest are mostly gender neutral) and I hope I did your request justice, especially with my writers block this week. Like I really tried and this was my first attempt at writing headcanons. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: ChrisMD x Male!Reader Word Count: 700+

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Your first date started off a bit awkwardly, with nervous laughter and hesitant conversation. "Well, this is going swimmingly," he quipped, breaking some of that tension and drawing a genuine laugh from you. From that moment on, it felt like you two had known each other your whole lives.

Chris embodies the golden retriever energy in your relationship - always eager, affectionate, and loyal.

The sweetest boyfriend.

As confident as he seems at first glance, if you flirt with him or make a cheeky comment, he's easily get flustered and you think it's the cutest thing ever.

Always goofing around.

He’s definitely the playful type and always lightens the mood. His humor and playful banter keep things fun and lively. There’s never a dull moment in your relationship.

You can't help but adore him for his genuine and caring nature.

Chris is always there for you in serious moments as well, ready to offer support and comfort. He'll drop everything to listen to you and provide you the comfort that you need.

Chris loved to surprise you with thoughtful little gestures, especially if you were having a stressful week at work.

Whether it's planning a romantic dinner, arranging a surprise weekend getaway, or surprising you with tickets to events or shows that you loved, he always treated you well.

He absolutely loved the sight of your genuine surprise and happiness whenever he did something thoughtful for you. Seeing your smile light up your face made every effort worth it.

When Chris told his friends about you, they were thrilled to see him so happy and excited that he found someone he liked as much as he liked you.

His friends always joke about how they prefer to hang out with you instead.

You get along well with his friends, so you know his viewers absolutely love seeing you on screen and enjoy the banter you have with everyone.

If you play football, he'll beg you to be in his football videos just to show off how cool his boyfriend is.

He'll playfully tease you on screen, and you're always ready to fire back with your own witty comebacks.

His love languages are definitely physical touch and quality time.

Despite his busy schedule, he always made time for you. Whether it's binge-watching shows, cooking together, or just enjoying each other's company.

Cute clingy boyfriend who wants to be around you always. From hugs and kisses to cuddling on the couch, he craves your touch and affection.

While he may hold back on public displays of affection knowing you're not too keen on it, Chris can't help but entice you with subtle gestures like brushing your hand against his or putting his arm around your shoulder when you are sitting down.

However when you're around people you know, Chris is glued to your side, holding your hand or wrapping his arm around your waist. 

He loves to be close to you, his hand always finds its place on your thigh when you two are sitting.

He's also a bit possessive and can be jealous, especially when he sees someone else showing interest in you.

If he senses someone flirting with you or getting too close, he subtly asserts his presence. You'll feel him wrap his arm around you a little tighter or pull you even closer to him.

It's endearing to see him protective of you.

He loves classic nicknames, often calling you "handsome", "love", or "darling".

His kisses are perfect perfection...a blend of sweetness and passion. There's an undeniable intensity beneath the surface.

He also loves to pepper kisses all over your face and neck, his lips lingering on every sensitive spot.

He wants to make sure that you know how much he loves you. And is always saying "I love you."

Absolutely the bestest boyfriend.

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A/N: Thanks again to everyone who sends in requests. I appreciate all of you so much.

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[icarus-does-fall]

Alr alr

Simon x piercer/tattooer reader

I did my best to make my idea a thing 🤷‍♂️

Dub-con!! Trans Simon but it's not a major plot point, might make another one where it is

I just have brainrot and productive energy

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤. .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

Simon “Ghost” Riley, a simple man. A stoic and dealy man. A man who was claimed to have no emotions, no connections. To be a ghost. Yet whenever you were around, he seemed to be less of a ghost, he seemed to be human.

Then there was you. You were bright and filled with life, colourful to say the least as you were covered in tattoos and piercing, after all that was your job. The cherry on top, you loved- sometimes you loved too much and got yourself hurt.

He was spending almost all his money on booking appointments at your shop, he never had valid reasons to see you outside your parlour just to see you, feel you. Yet you never minded, Simon was polite, while he didn't always hold the best conversations he never made you feel uncomfortable like some of your other clients did.

Plus maybe you had started to develop a slight crush on the rugged soldier that was constantly spending his free time with you instead of going out with his mates. He made you laugh, smile, and he had an oddly safe feeling about him.

Simon had been away on deployment for nearly a year and the first thing he did when he got back was book something with you. It was a piercing, and one of a particularly sensitive nature- He was asking to get a jacob's ladder done.

You almost didn't agree. You liked the guy and piercing his dick? That seemed to cross a few too many lines, yes it was your job but you were still human and sometimes it is difficult to separate work from life. Simon instead though, he trusted you, you had the experience with it, and he wanted that specific piercing done.

So stealing your emotions and doing your best to lock them all away in a cage so deep within you it wouldn’t be easily found you waited for Simon's appointment time, getting everything ready in the back room- You doubted the man wanted to expose himself to everyone else in the shop… A low blush rose to your cheeks as your thoughts tried to wander about.

What if he liked the public scene?

After all, you didn't know much about Simon other than what simple conversation would allow. He had a dog- A german shepherd. He smoked, sometimes you’d smoke with him. His best mate was named Soap and he drank whiskey. And he was possibly trans? One of the first tattoos you did for him was scar coverups on his chest, but you weren't going to ask any questions. Scar cover ups were one of your specialties. Most people came to you for those types of tattoos specifically.

But his more personal details? Those you weren’t sure about.

Quicker than you thought the time for Simon's appointment showed up. He walked into the shop, looming like a shadow, before seeing you at the counter and his entire mood lightened up.

“Hey lovie.”

You rolled your eyes with a soft laugh. “Hey again Si, fill out your paperwork, I’ll get everything set up in the back for you. And how's that last tat treating you? It heal okay?”

Simon shrugged and then rolled up his sleeve, the newest addition was still slightly red but the tattoo seemed to have healed without issue. It was a bundle of wisteria flowers, one of the few tattoos that you were given full control over. It was just a space filler.

“It’s fine, the lads thought it was too… girly ‘suppose but I like it just fine.”

You pouted playfully while heading to the back room. “Aw ‘just fine’? Thought we’ve moved into actual compliments before you left, you get tired of talking all that much on deployment or somethin?”

Simon merely huffed as he filled out his paperwork and then placed it on the counter. He liked talking to you, he did. Just sometimes his words failed him.

After a few minutes you were ready and called him back. He listened like a well trained dog, raising from where he was sitting without a work and went to where you were. If he had a tail it would be wagging.

Simon closed the door behind him and simply stood there a bit awkwardly as you had just finished wrapping the chair for him to sit on. Your face flushed slightly, it wouldn’t have been noticeable if Simon was as trained as he was to notice the small details.

“You gotta strip Si-” Now your blush was noticeable, it flared brightly. “Not! Not completely! But you gotta lose the trousers before you sit down-”

Simon chuckled slightly at your flustered state. And whether he meant to or if it was all subconsciously done, he slowly undid his belt and took off his pants. You had to force yourself not to stare at him. He took his spot on the chair and got comfortable to the point it’d be easier for you to pierce him.

You rolled your chair in between his legs, your tray of tools right next to you. You looked up at him, doing your damnedest to stay professional. “This will hurt, like… a lot Simon.”

He nodded and sighed out softly, he was thanking every god possible right now that he had his mask on to hide his own flushed face. “I know, go ahead.”

Now Simon wasn’t huge by any means, but he wasn’t small either, but he was girthy. Something that sparked your interest though was the scar lines down there. He unknowingly sent butterflies straight to your stomach as you tried not to blatantly stare at his half exposed body.

With a steady hand but a shaky resolve you took his dick into your hand, tentatively wiping it down with a alcohol wipe and then marking where the piercings needed to go. You were doing three this session. Simon tensed up under your touch and a soft groan slipped past his lips as you began. You froze, mistaking that groan for discomfort and not something else.

“You alright Si, something feel wrong?”

He merely shook his head and then nodded, gesturing for you to continue. You did.

So you lined up the needle with the first mark and went through the skin.

“Fuck! Jesus lovie! Can't give a guy some warning before you stab ‘em?”

You chuckled sheepishly. “Sorry about that Si… First one alway hurts more than the rest, and we still gotta put the barbell in too.”

“Christ-” Simon sighed and laid his head back against the hair, he was trying not to pant or focus on how your hand felt wrapped around his dick- Or the thoughts that followed. He doubted you even liked him, plus it was damn near unprofessional to think like that while you were working.

You apologised once more before putting the barbell into the first piercing, Simon let out another groan as you did that, and then you wiped down the piercing, cleaning it of the small bits of blood that’d showed up. Then you moved onto the second one. Simon's groans got a bit louder and he was biting his lip to hold back the moans that threatened to slip out. The third one went in without issue as well, but by now Simons dick was aching- From both the piercings and how you had been handling him.

He was all but dripping precum with each new piercing and touch of your hand, which you both were trying to ignore. Your heart was racing and your face flushed, Simon was refusing to look in your direction as you worked.

As you pulled away after finishing cleaning him and then took your gloves off you casted a glance over towards Simon. “How's it look? Everything feel okay?”

Simon laid still for a few moments after you began your clean up before he sat up slightly and looked to see how the piercings were done, forgetting just for a moment that you were in the room and ran a hand across the piercings.

He unintentionally came with that action of his. All over the chair and his thighs. He groaned out quietly and moaned and then he blushed hard, becoming nothing but a flustered and stuttering mess.

“Fuck lovie- That wasnt supposed to, ain’t mean to… ‘M not that used to having it yet… I'm sorry, fuck im sorry lovie, makin a mess all over your work stuff not professional at all.”

Your face had gotten bright red and you’d froze in your spot, your eyes couldn’t help but to be drawn towards Simon's leaking dick which was now covered in cum. His words pulled out of your mini trance and hurriedly gave him a few paper towels to clean up with, but he was too focused on apologising to realise you were trying to help.

Taking a breath you tried to steel your nerves and then placed your hand on Simon's calf. It's what was closest to you and you didn’t want to make him- or you comfortable. “Si, calm down- it’s okay honestly… You think you're the first guy who's been a little sensitive after this type of piercing?”

Simon's blush was now visible, even underneath his mask, and he was still avoiding looking at you as he cleaned himself up. His words were mumbled and hard to hear and he was still slightly hard making things worse. “Well… Probably the first to like you as ya do it… As it happens…”

You still heard him though, and you bit your lip while trying to find the words. What were you supposed to do? Admit your possible feelings while he was half naked and covered in cum? Well… you probably shouldn’t but you wanted it. He was a sight to see like that, hell he was whining and desperate for forgiveness. That sight, those feelings, it made your stomach coil.

So what did you do? Breaking all your rules, every boundary you’d been trying to set this entire session, you touched him without having a job to do. Your hands traced along his bottom surgery scars- Simons hands stilled and he looked up at you confused.

“Wha-”

Your hands trailed down to caress his dick and gently you milked out the rest of his come. Simon's eyes fluttered closed and he was reduced to a moaning mess. “L-lovie, what are you doing? Wh-why? What?”

You continued to stroke Simon's dick, careful to avoid the piercings you just placed, technically, for everything to heal correctly you shouldn't have been doing that but you were being careful. “Just wanna show you it's okay, nothing to be sorry for, yaknow?”

Another strangled moan fell past Simon's lips and his dick was twitching in your hands, you looked up at him through your lashes and then leaned forward, kitten licking his tip for a few moments before fully licking him clean. One of his hands ended up threaded through your hair, not wanting you to pull away just yet until there wasn't any cum left.

Finally when you pulled away after he’d been cleaned up, he was gripping onto the chairs armrests and panting softly, you on the other hand while blushing looked similar to how a cat looks after catching the canary.

“Well damn lovie… Fuckin hell… Wasn’t expecting that type of aftercare-”

“You taste pretty good Si…” You laughed softly and licked your lips, “Can I get another taste later?”

Simon groaned out softly and slouched back against the chair he was sitting in again as he caught his breath and once his head was clear he got dressed again and then bit his lip as he walked over towards where you were.

“You're a different type of crazy lovie, make things interesting… It’s why you're my favourite.” He sighed and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Coffee sometime then?- Or dinner?”

You laughed and kissed Simon's cheek through his mask. “I do what I can~ And I would love to, been wanting that for a while actually.”