#i saw this on pinterest n went insane

[kittyplushy]

Me cooking my beautiful wife salmon sinigang na sampalok....

[anothertimdrakestan]

Batboys Toxic Traits Headcanons

because no one is perfect, i wanted to get a little dirty with it and imagine what the boys are like when they're a little... too obsessed with you.

tw for romanticizing possessive, obsessive, jealous, aggressive actions haha xoxo

Jason Todd

- scary dog privileges wherever you go with jace, but he is ALL bite with one and only one warning bark.

- when a hand that isn't his brushes your thigh in a club, fingers get broken. when a cat caller thinks his compliment just has to be said to you, he most likely won't be able to speak again for weeks. And god forbid any villain try to use you as bait for jason, they've all learned if they value their life to never touch you. He's all for justice not vengeance until anyone tries to mess with you, then those words always get mixed up in his head.

- sometimes you cant even complain about people, they end up getting randomly harassed by a certain someone until they just move town

- jason is adamant as long as he's alive there won't be a problem of yours he can't solve with a little violence

- your biggest problem is that he struggles to let you have guy friends, obviously the ones he knows especially fellow heroes are more than fine, but he's been known to burst blood vessels when he sees you close and person with men he's never met

- he's proud of it too: "let another man try and touch y/n, it's been a slow night for me." or "i just don't get why you need him as a friend when you have me, myself, and i"

Tim Drake

- tim gets... obsessive.

- he tends to fall hard but with you he brought the house down with him

- before you were officially his he had hacked every security camera in the city to have eyes on you at any given moment

- both for your safety and his own maniacal flirting strategy: you admire shoes but frown at the price tag? tim's buying you the matching bag to go with the shoes he bought the second you looked at them.

- before you knew how insanely in love with you he was, you truly thought he was a mind reader

- well he kind of was, seeing as he scrolled through your search history every night to know which talking points to bring up with you

- once you finally fell for him and set some stronger boundaries he still occasionally found himself double checking your location when you weren't by his side, or lazily purchasing every item on your pinterest boards, he just can't help but dote on you

Damian Wayne

- damian doesn't really get close to people, but as always you were his exception

- however, this means his list of people to hang out with is extremely short, and he saw no problem in wanting to be around you wherever you went whenever he could

- like a kind of tall, dark, and brooding puppy, he quietly followed you everywhere, and when you strictly told him he couldn't follow along, you always noticed a perched shadow just a few building away

- eventually you got used to rolling over to damian coolly watching you sleep or patiently waiting to pick you up from your classes/job, happy just to walk you to your car

- just like jason, damian had a brutal and heartless style of problem-solving when it came to anyone giving you trouble

- too often you found yourself standing in between his rage a massive mistake whether it was nearly assaulting a friend of yours who tried to ask you out or threatening to buy out your entire workplace when you didn't get the promotion you wanted

- forever cooling his rage was worth having his adoration though, and you were happy to have your overbearing shadow follow you throughout your days

Dick Grayson

- for such a bubbly leader, dick often struggled with communication

- always used to bearing his problems alone youd spent too many nights tracking down your own boyfriend only to beg him to tell you what's wrong

- he never understood that you didn't always want to solve his problems, but hold his sadness or hurt with him

- it was the worst when he was upset with you, whether it was jealously or insecurity that crept into his mind

- he'd take off in a rush hoping you wouldn't notice but you always did, either hunting him down or simply waiting with open arms for him to come home

- it would take years to teach your traveling-circus-raised boyfriend that you weren't going anywhere, ever.

- but, this made for many heartfelt nights where he held you and promised you the world, as if you'd opened him up in a way no one else could, pulling forward the most magical and loving side of your sweet boy

[iateyourparents]

MORE JAKE PLS

Maybee like doing a stream with him in the car or filming a video where he takes us shopping and buys everything for us kinda like the vid where he ‘becomes’ johnnies ‘sugar daddy’ and we share a lil kiss hehehehe :3

sugar daddy | j.w.

pairing: jake webber x fem!reader

summary: jake records a new video for his channel with you.

warnings: use of y/n, short, jake being little rich boy, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry, english isn’t my first language)

an: thankss love! i’m not sure if i’m content with how it turned out but i hope you like it <33

pictures are from pinterest :)

“Today I’m gonna be the hottest American sugar daddy once again!” Jake started his video “But today my sugar baby is my girl, y/n!” you waved to the camera “How do you feel?”

“Already spoiled.” you laughed.

“Yeah, cause he totally doesn’t buy you everything you want without camera too.” Johnnie snorts from behind the camera and you laugh at that too.

It’s true, Jakes loves to spoil you without any reason. It’s tuesday? Here’s earrings that you were looking at on Monday. You’re on your period? I ordered you those shoes that you said were pretty. You loved it about Jake but also it made you feel bad that you don’t buy him as many things as he buys for you, but like he always says, if he wasn’t supposed to spoil you then he wouldn’t have so much money.

“Everything for my baby.” Jake shrugged with wide smile “So where do you wanna go first?”

“Zara?” you offered and he nodded. Then he took your hand and started to lead you towards said shop while talking to the camera about how buying you pretty things, somehow makes him happy.

“Alright, any plans on what are we looking for?” Jake asked you.

“Yeah actually, I saw this pretty skirt on their website and I would like to try it on.” you said “Also, I saw the cutest sweater with little hearts.”

“Aww, let’s get it, I’m sure you will look great.” Jake stated and on your way to the sweaters area he took few things that he thought would look great on you. And well, he wasn’t wrong.

Your next stop was at hot topic where he bought you some things without even consulting it with you first but like he said, he wanted it to be a surprise for you.

Then you went to eat something and you were sure his fans would be making a kiss count in the comments with how many kisses he stole from you and how many pecks he left all over your face.

Few more stores and you were done recording. You had seven bags with things he bought you and you really felt bad for his wallet but he only waved his hand stating that it was a pleasure for him and he wouldn’t mind doing it again, but you obviously didn’t agree for that. He already bought you too many things and you weren’t sure if you ever would be able to pay him back for how much he spoiled you, both with material things and with love and kisses.

He was perfect.

So when next day he came back home, you surprised him with a dinner, dessert, few presents and much love.

“You know, I don’t know what I ever did to deserve someone like you.” He stated when you were cuddling in bed.

“You? I don’t know what I did so right that I got you.” you giggled.

“You’re just perfect.” his smile couldn’t be wider “I actually ordered you those cute heels with bows.”

“Jake…” you squinted your eyes at him “You’re insane, did you see how much they cost?”

“Yeah. But it’s just money. It will come back but you deserve it.” he kissed your forehead.

“You should cancel the order anyway.” you lightly slapped his chest.

“No way.”

And well, Jake wouldn’t be opposed spending all his money on you if you would pay him back like that.

[hyuny-bunny]

groupie love | Y.J. ft hyun

genre: established relationship, rockstar bf x groupie gf, smut, a touch of fluff, a sprinkle of angst

part II

MNDI (+18) CW: oral, unprotected p in v, afab reader, use of she/her/hers/girlfriend, pet names, degradation (slut, whore) , depraved possessive & slightly mean innie, hyunjin is a flirt, vouyerism, riding, squirting, fingering, oral (m receiving), mouth fucking w fingers.

a/n: if i miss any warnings let me know! also would love to turn this into a series. this was also one of the songs that got me through writing this, the other song was own my mind another recommended listen.

summary: your bf innie always had girls throwing themselves at him, just wanting a chance to say they slept with a rockstar.

He was strikingly beautiful, both on and off-stage. It couldn't be helped that every where you went people gawked. The stares were never just towards him though but you always had a hard time believing it. You two made a power couple, something ripped straight out of a book. People would look at you two like you were a dream couple you only ever saw photos of on pinterest.

He was tall, handsome, had a cold look but only had warm eyes for you. Most would assume you were just some silly side piece, but he'd fly off the handle if anyone ever so much as implied you were anything less then his muse, his love. How could anyone believe he was so committed and dedicated to you when girls threw themselves at him every night after his shows? All of them wanting a chance to check off the "i-slept-with-a-rockstar" box.

You were a goddess. Everything you touched turned to gold, including him. You were there on the side stage or balcony every show, wearing whatever trendy vintage clothes you'd find the weekends before. A rockstar girlfriend has to have a brand to live up to right? Your wardrobe littered with sparkle, lace, leather, and animal prints. Tonight was no different, knee high boots with a lace slip dress paired with his leather jacket.

The same leather jacket that's just a few nights before, a girl tried to sneak off his chair to wear while you disappeared for a moment. Shooting a glare that would make you sink back into your own skin.

His band hadn't been together for very long but they gained a lot of attention in a short span. Jisung, their lead singer, had an insane vocal range and writing ability like no other. Their drummer, Chan, was a wet dream to watch. Let's just say he was great with his hands. Their bass player really sold it though, Hyunjin, had a dark mystique to him. One couldn't quite put their finger on his energy, he was both serious and nonchallant about his talent, on top of being so strikingly beautiful. Then there was your boyfriend, lead guitarist, recognized for his sharp eyes and sharper guitar skills.

The show closed out and you made your way towards the green room, keeping a watchful on the girls lingering around the stage. Once you nodded towards their manager Minho, you slid back to find a sweaty bunch. Jeongin's head was thrown back against the couch, eyes shut, chest heaving and adam's apple bobbing. You couldn't help but notice how chiseled his muscles looked in this tank top or how his rings made his hands look extra big and the veins in his arms stood out even more-

"Stop eye fucking him and just fuck him," Hyunjin was leaned over your shoulder whispering in your ear. Jeongin still sat breathing with his eyes shut "I'm sure one of those groupie sluts out there is more then wet and willing, if you're not."

"Over my dead fucking body" You said so condescendingly sweet with a smile looking Hyunjin in the eyes.

You walked over to him, sliding the jacket off and next to him. The thud of the jacket had him turning his head and ever so slightly opening his eyes to find the source. He was happy to see you sat so perched next to him with a grin on your face, a pretty berry tint to your lips.

"Hi, enjoy the show?" He sighed lifting his head to look you fully up and down.

"Hi. Of course I did, you were amazing as always." You caressed his face while he leaned forward to kiss your lips. Holding your head in hand and the other laid on top of your thigh ever so slight rubbing the skin just underneath the hem of the dress. Another peck before he leans back to stare at you in all your beauty.

"Drink?" You ask pushing back a few hairs from his face. He hums at your touch and question.

"The usual, please." He grabs your hand kissing the palm with the end of his sentence. "I'll shower up right now while you get the drinks, i'll be quick kay?" He kisses you once more before jumping off the couch to stroll towards the bathroom that Jisung is walking out of.

"No groupie for you, Sung?" You ask while he try's to pack his bag up for the tour bus. He was shy for a lead singer. He wasn't one for one night stands unless he felt a real connection.

"Not tonight, I prefer my own company. I have another song Chan & Jeongin wanted me to go over tonight, need a clear head to do that so I'm calling it in after my drink." He was so passionate about his songs, a bit of a perfectionist.

"Someone say drinks?" Hyunjin is standing in the middle of green room now in just jeans with no shirt and a towel drying his long dark hair. He's got roses adoring the side of his body leading from his back trailing to the front his lower body near the v line.

"When did you get those?" You ask genuinely curious as you'd never seen those before. He's got a cock grin on his face. He strolls over to you standing right in front of, his crotch almost in your face. You lean back to put some distance.

"Last month. My friend, Felix, works at a tattoo parlor. I sketched it out myself, all he had to do was put the ink to skin," He lifts his arm twisting the way it travels across his body. "Wanna see where it leads to?"

He grabs your hand letting it trail from the top of his ribs moving it down to the top of his waistband, you pull your hand back, snapping out of your daze. He really was something carved by gods.

"That'll do." You clear your throat "Thanks for the tour though, let's get those drinks Ji." You stand up brushing up against Hyunjin. That cocky grin still plastered on his face.

"Will you ever give me a chance?"

"Keep dreaming."

Jisung and you order drinks at the bar, the same groupies are lingering. They get jumpy and try to rush up to Ji once you reach the bar. Minho is already blocking their chance to step between you both. You mouth a thanks to him while Ji starts talking about the next show. Hyunjin comes out of the back room emerging with a tank top now. The groupies once again flock to him seeing he's alone, all barking to trying to buy his drink.

As you're about to turn to walk back to the green room with drinks hand there's a set of arms caging you at the bar. It's not Jeongin though.

"So you cope a feel of my tattoos, run off to the bar and leave me to hyenas?" Hyun talks into your ear.

While this type of behavior would be crossing a line for most, Hyunjin, had always been like this. Even before you got with Jeongin. He had a big crush on you before and you've never given him a reason to move on, even with a boyfriend who'd probably break his hand at a given chance. He has confessed his love to you on several occasions both drunk and sober. It doesn't bother Jeongin too much, it did more in the beginning but he's come to understand, Hyunjin will always be head over heels for you. You were Hyunjin's besfriend first, it's how you two met, you were always there at his band practices. Whether it was bringing lunch, offering feedback, or passing out flyers with them for upcoming shows. Hyunjin would gush over you but never made a move, at least one that actually indicated he was genuinely interested and not being a cock fuck. He was always back and forth with people who just wanted to use him. It wasn't until Jeongin had swooped in one day, he realized it was too late for him. So he'd continue with his usual flirty banter, waiting for another chance.

"Those so called hyenas are your people, Hyun. They're just looking for a cute fuck." You beam at him with a coy smile. You slide under his arm, grabbing the drinks to head back to the green room. He made your head spin sometimes, his flirty advances always made you feel flattered but you only had eyes for Innie. When you see the entrance that leads to the green room, Innie is standing there watching you. It seems as though he's just watched everything play out, his normally soft eyes for you are narrowed on Hyunjin's silhouette.

Hyunjin must've felt the daggers the younger was throwing his way because he turned around slightly shocked to see mean demeanor that paints his face and posture. There's a girl trying her earnest best to get Jeongin to look at her but he's focused on the way you walk up to him with your drinks in hand. He smirks at the way the other three girls watch you cheerily walk up to him, he loves the way they turn green with envy. They want to be you but they will never be you or ever come close to you. He takes the drink you extend to him and wraps an arm around your shoulders pulling you to him.

"Sorry not interested." He mutters to the girl who still hadn't picked up the hint.

He walks you back to green room, you situate yourself on the couch watching him checking the hallways before closing the door. You take a few big swigs, slightly scrunching your nose at the cheap liquor used in your drink. It's only to brings your buzz sooner. Jeongin stands beside you where you sit on the couch, he throws back the whole drink. He pets the top your head with one hand while he consumes the entire drink, setting the cup down he sits next to you.

He smells heavenly, the smell of his body wash and shampoo lull you into a sweet daze. He's wearing another tank top with a loose pair of black straight leg sweats. His rings still on, accenting his pretty long fingers. He holds your hand in one hand and caresses you face with the other, his eyes scanning all over your face searching for something.

"I hate the way he paws at you." Jeongin's eyes darken with the way you look at him.

"You know I'm all yours baby," you say softly bringing his hand to your lips to kiss the finger tips.

"Hmmm... I don't know how much i believe that... Maybe you're just another groupie slut for us... for me... and he just wants a taste now..." He says this while grabbing a fist full of hair at the back of your head, using his other hand to rub up and down your thigh just under your dress. His words send shivers down your spine and makes you grow wetter with every touch.

"No I'm not like those girls out there. I'm only yours baby." You gasp at while he tightens his grip in your hair. "I'll show you, please. Innie, please you know I'm only yours."

"Show me" He's pulling you against him, his mouth latching on to yours. He's pulling you straddle his lap, gripping your hips while his mouth explores your own. He's pulling your dress up all the way to have your panties flush against his hardening cock. You can feel how hard he is and the way your panties drip you wouldn't be surprised to find a wet mark in place of where you are now.

He's slipping his hand under the waist band of your panties over your thighs. Your hands are tangled in his hair, lost in the feeling of his fervent kisses. He pulls back to you pull you off for a moment.

He's standing in front of you now undoing the drawstring of his pants. He pulls the sweats down just enough to free his cock, letting it slap against his stomach. A pumps a few strokes while you adjust to situate yourself on the edge of the couch to take him in your mouth. His fingers web in your hair as your eager mouth opens wide for him, he taps the tip just to your lips before letting you start your ministrations on him. Your hand gripping his thighs for stability, he gives only a moment to adjust to his cock in your mouth before he's moving your head for you. You gag on him as he shoves his way down your throat, your nose almost touching his abs. He pulls out the way to let breathe before stick himself back in, he's letting filthy moans out, sloppy wet gagging moans from you and your nails digging into thighs.

He pulls off your mouth just before he's about to cum, enjoying the sight of your eyeliner and mascara running on your cheeks. He taps your cheek with his hand, gesturing you to open. He's shoving fingers in your mouth without warning, be gives you a break this time, allowing you to coat in your own spit at your own pace.

"So pretty suck me off.. such a good girl suck my fingers, should let Hyunjin see what a whore you are for me." His words have you clenching your thighs together yearning for some friction.

"You want him to see you like this huh? Want him to see what a cock hungry slut you are for me? Or maybe you want his cock too?" He coo's at you while thrusting his fingers on your tongue.

He pulls his fingers out lifting your dress to shove his hands into your panties.

"So wet baby and i've barely touched you. Is this all for me? Hmm? Or is this for him too?" He's circling your clit with the fingers covered in your spit. "Such a needy slut. Gotta show you who this pussy belongs to."

He pulls the strap of your dress down with your bra latching a mouth to your tit as his fingers thrust into you. You yelp out at the pleasure and shock. He's brushing against the g spot and attacking your neck in small bites. The building orgasm is about to tip you over.

"Jeongin please... please fuck me please need your cock in me..." You whimper out and let out another whine when removes mouth and fingers. He pulls your boots off for you while you pull your dress over your head. Discarding the rest of your clothing till your down to nothing. He pulls you up off the couch sitting back down first and patting his lap.

"Ride me then. Show me how badly you need me." Without hesitation, your lifting your self onto his lap, lining his cock with your entrance. Once you're fully sat on him you both let out a moan. He lands a slap on your ass, a hard one, signaling to move. You lift off your thighs begin to rock your self against him, his hands are covering each cheek helping you with your movement but not with out a smack every second or so. It's not long before you're shaking with pleasure. You're begging him to help you.

"Don't worry baby, I got you. Just hold onto me." He lifts your hips for you and starts thrusting up into you. You yell again at the angle he hits that spongey spot inside you. Your lost in the euphoria of his thrusts, head spinning with every groan he lets out, how tightly your cunt sucks him in, and the sound of skin bouncing off the walls of the room. You almost don't notice that Hyunjin is standing in the door way, with hand cupping his crotch. His eyes are moving all across your body, taking in the scenery, every bounce, every whimper, the nail marks that cover Jeongin's shoulders from the way you clung to him.

Hyunjin's eyes don't have a chance to meet yours as your head slumps into the crock of Jeongin's neck. Innie picks up speed on his thrusts pulling you impossibly close to his chest, lifting you up just enough to hammer his cock into you. Your moans turn to cry's and screams, finally releasing all over Jeongin's lap. He's never felt more proud to make you squirt especially with Hyunjin as your witness.

You feel his cum dripping out of you, too tired to care from the orgasm. Jeongin is pushing the hair out of your face, leaving a sweet kiss on your temple whispering sweet nothings of 'good girl' 'so good for me baby'. Hyunjin ever so slight snakes out of the room into the hallway breathing heavily, processing what he just saw and how stiff his pants feel. Jeongin is quick to lift you with him to the shower for a quick rinse knowing he'll be running a nice hot bath for once you get back to the hotel.

[cherriicou]

Hello🫶🏼 can i get first date with Joshua? (Headcanon)

FIRST DATE W/ JOSHUA ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a/n | bit short, my mind went blank after a while LOL but i hope you guys enjoy ^^

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ // 100% the planner. Will decide where you go, where you eat, and what activities to do and will put SO much effort into making it enjoyable for the both of you.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ // will be a bit mindful and keep a composed demeanor for the first half of the date. but once you set foot into live-band show, he’s making you sing and dance with him. fully letting himself loose, showing the ‘little crazy joshua’ side of him :p

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ // dare i say one of the best listeners. he WANTS you to talk so bad about your hobbies, interests, and just anything you really like. he will give you his full attention, making small notes in his mind so he could bring up it up later to show how much he truly cares about you <3 this also helps him choose plans for your next date!!

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ // this man isn’t rushing anything. he will stay the entire night with you if he could. wants to really enjoy your time, and once if he feels like you’re both comfortable with each other, he would definitely be the first to hold your hand. it would be so casual too; just walking together, seeing something he likes and grabs your hand to pull you with him. but he won’t let go. ever. not until the night is over.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ // compliments!! he, as a gentleman, compliments you as soon as his eyes land on you. he loves your fit, your hair, your little bag. and he isn’t afraid to let out small compliments during the date as well. after hearing your laugh, or hearing your thoughts, he wants you to know how much he is adoring you. his delivery would be so natural, that it just felt so effortless and sweet :>

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ // sweet surprises :0 on his way to your date, he saw a small shop with flowers he had seen on your pinterest feed before. (yes, your pinterests were exchanged prior) so he HAD to buy them for you. watching your face light up to the meaningful gesture, he felt his heart race with excitement, knowing he was off to a good start. might even have a end of date gift for you as well, something casual like a pin of a character you liked.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ // you’re having another date. no questions asked. towards the end of your date, he expresses his enjoyment he had with you and would probably throw him some quirky jokes at you to hear you laugh once more before the night ends. he takes you home in his car, walks you to your door, and even pulls you into a hug. his signature smile plastered onto his face when you say the words

‘i’ll see you again..” , a hint of tease in your voice.

oh, he’s going insane. texts you as soon as he gets home, talking about how great the date was and discusses other things he wants to do with you :3

[iveraines]

🔎Detective Headcanons Dump☕️

(+ board thing)

as stated on various pinterest icons and in the wiki, it’s conflicted on her name. for a while she was thought to be called sarah, but the drone that’s actually sarah is the one that said “mr doorman, there’s been an incident.” however, she’s still referred to as sarah. there’s so many conflicts. but as a compromise, i’ve been calling her sara. (little secret- it’s a name i no longer go by. the sarah/sara beef is REAL. that H has caused a massive divide in the sara/sarah world.) (no joke i actually had a HUGE rivalry with a “sara” until i realized i was nonbinary and changed my name LMAO)

-and yes, she has beef. (maybe a bit of homoerotic tension.) (QPR.) (if a rivalry lasts a long time you are no longer rivals you are gay. /ref)

-as mentioned in the other post: there’s other name options too.

A) she purposely never tells anyone her name unless they are closer friends, as she’s a very down-to-business woman. “My name’s not important right now, but this case is. Now back the hell off, this is a crime scene.”

B) her peers purposely never name her correctly and call her something different every time. plot twist- they never even asked for it, and it kinda drives her insane. “Mary, you seen my lunch?” “Any notes, Sara?” “Lissa went missing at that crime scene.” “Shirley’s on her lunch break right now.” she enjoys people trying to guess her name. they’ve probably gotten it right once or twice, but she won’t tell them. >:-)

C) or they just call her “detective”, but this plays into option A a lot.

D) like B, different name each time. but she’s the one who tells people a different name, instead of them trying to guess. at this point she’s collecting names like pokemon.

-“mister doorman, there’s been an incident🤓”. she thinks sarah’s dorkiness is adorable. the two are quite close. maybe a QPR.

-she’s an arospec lesbian (i’m not just projecting here, i came up with this headcanon before i realized i was aro lol)

“do we even have fingerprints?”

-despite it being her job, the reason that she asks this question is because of different models. the drones we see on screen have the little dents in their fingers, but it’s possible that other models don’t or have different shapes.

-in my head-canon, gasoline is the drone equivalent to coffee or energy drinks. don’t talk to her until she’s had her gasoline. i have a whole list of headcanons for different machine fluids (grease, antifreeze, coolant, etc) i have more headcanons for those, but i’ll probably post them later.

-from what we can gather of her personality, she’s very blunt, sarcastic, and gets annoyed quite easily but doesn’t make much fuss. something will bother her but she’ll still keep a level head.

-also, think khan’s demeanor in the brief scenes we saw him in episode 7. “Part 2A, check the perimeter”. straight to business, doesn’t fuck around

-if she hadn’t been killed by eldritch J, she’d probably have a crush on J and get along quite well due to similar personality.

-outside of her WDF uniform coat, she probably wears lots of muted/navy blues, greys, and browns. her style is usually an oversized flannel shirt, button-ups, or aviator jacket. maybe a sweater similar to the teacher’s. it depends on the day. i’ve gathered some outfits from pinterest as a rough idea.

-she’s really into yoga and similar workouts along that vein. she played tennis in high school.

-her ideal date night is a night in on the couch, binge watching crime documentaries and/or thrillers. (though she prefers not to date.)

-she’s well-respected within the WDF. got on a winning streak at cards.

-she often gets quite bored at her job, usually because there is nothing to do. she saw the disassembly drones getting into the colony as a good thing solely because it gave her something to do versus waiting around all day for something to happen.

-her music taste is mostly classic rock. guns n roses, queen, van halen, bon jovi, nirvana, kiss, black sabbath, pink floyd, AC/DC, rolling stones, etc

-here’s a miscellaneous mood board that i threw together with things i think are fitting for her

[cupidbedsy]

𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 ; 𝘯𝘩13 ୨୧

➪ summary: somehow, the thought of accidentally bumping into her celebrity crush never crossed her mind, until it happens

➪ warnings: none

➪ word count: 1.7k

➪ file type: fic - reupload

➪ sunny's notes: idk why it took me this long to post the sequel even though i just had to edit it but i did the same thing with the original so maybe it's just a thing with fangirl/his girl idk really. but yeah

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Y/n didn’t know what to expect from the postgame interview with Nico. She had fallen asleep, tired after performing and hosting SNL so she wasn’t able to watch the game nor was she able to watch any of the interviews. However, when she woke up to her friends texting her and her social media notifications all over the place, it was the first thing she watched. 

She laid in bed as she watched it, entranced with the Swiss man and then that was when she heard her name. Bolting upright, her eyes widened as she focused on her phone. “Yeah, well you know, I haven’t actually met her so I can’t say I like her but I do think she’s cute and that’s all I’m going to say about this.”

Nico Hischier. Like the Nico Hischier thinks she is cute like Nico Hischier of the New Jersey Devils. She was going insane. This wasn’t real. 

She went onto Twitter to see her fans going crazy about the interviewer. She was sure none of her fans watched hockey, let alone knew who Nico was until she mentioned him in that interview. She thought she was 100% dreaming until she clicked on Instagram and saw the + follower symbol come up. 

nicohischier followed you

She could die happy right there, her crush (her celebrity crush mind the fact) followed her on Instagram. Yep, this was her happy ending. 

ﾟ+*:୨୧:*﹤

Y/n has lived in New Jersey since she was born, always being somewhat of a hockey fan, learning things here and there from her father. So even when she became a famous singer, she still chose to live in New Jersey because it was home to her. 

She didn’t really piece together the fact that she could potentially run into Nico Hischier at some point in time in her life. I mean the odds of her and him being even in the same state were low, but actually running into each other was even lower. New Jersey was the fifth smallest state in the US but there was still a high chance of them not meeting, like ever.

So when she was at a coffee shop near East Rutherford, planning to meet up with one of her friends who lived out this way, she didn’t expect the Captain of her favorite hockey team to be standing there, clad in a New Jersey Devil sweatshirt and some sweatpants. It was an off day for them in between the homestand, so she could’ve only assumed that they were either done with practice or would have practice later in the day. 

It was like her whole world stopped when she looked up from her phone. His following her on Instagram was enough to make her day, but she thinks this might have just been what made her year, maybe her whole entire life. 

She stared at him for at least five minutes before his eyes looked up from his phone and locked onto hers. Her eyes widened at the eye contact and quickly diverted their gaze to whatever she was doing on her phone. Oh, that was so not helpful.

On her phone were pictures of Nico, because, well she didn’t have a reason, but did she need one anyway? 

She heard the screeching of the chair in front of her and hoped Lila was finally here so they could leave this place and she could escape her bubble of embarrassment. Looking up she saw the man looking back at her and he waved once she finally looked up. 

She panicked and closed out whatever app she was on (photos, Instagram, Twitter, Pinterest, who cares? There were still pictures of the man in front of her on her screen.), and slammed her phone down on the table. 

He waved at her and her cheeks reddened, “You’re- You’re Nico Hischier?” Her voice came out as more of a question than a statement, which wasn’t what she was intending to do. 

“Yep, and you’re y/n y/l/n.” His voice was on the cockier side and she stared at him “You know who I am?”

“I’m pretty sure a lot of people know who you are. And what kind of person would I be if I didn’t know about the girl who publicly acclaimed her love for me?”

She stumbled over her words as she tried to talk and Nico cut her off, “It’s okay, I’ve seen and heard worse from fans.”

“That I can believe.” The two chuckled and looked at each other, not knowing what to say or do next. 

“Look this might be a stretch but since I embarrassed myself, very publicly I might add, and might as well be doing it again, I should get a favor in return, right?”

Nico raised an eyebrow at the girl, “Depends on what this ‘favor’ is?” He lifted his coffee mug and took a sip of the liquid inside. 

“Can I get your number? I know it’s really forward and all and it might be a little creepy but-”

She was cut off by a hand that touched hers, “That’s not really much of a favor. It’s more like common sense.” 

Nico wordlessly took her phone from in front of her and turned it over, “Were you looking at pictures of me?”

His lips turned upwards into a smirk and she squeezed her eyes shut, “Maybe?”

“Don’t worry, I think it’s kind of adorable.” Just as her cheeks returned to a normal color again, they flushed a deep shade of pink once more. 

Nico effortlessly typed his phone number into her contacts and texted himself so he’d have hers. They each had the same thing in mind when they pulled up their cameras and went to take a picture of each other. Y/n giggled as she saw Nico’s phone pointed at her, “I guess great minds think alike.”

After setting their contact phones, they talked for a brief couple of minutes when Lila barged in, “Y/n! I am so sorry I’m late, I feel horrible. But you’ll never guess what I found out- holy shit, that’s-”

“Hi, I’m Nico.”

“Yeah, yeah you are. When did- When did you two meet?”

“Like five minutes ago?”

“Oh, okay cool.”

“Listen if you two are supposed to hang out, I can leave-”

“No. no, you stay. I’ll leave. Have fun you two, but not too much!” Lila said, calling after the two, exiting the coffee shop.

“Well, she’s… interesting. In the nicest way possible.”

“I’m sorry about her, honestly.”

The two continued to talk for about an hour or two before Nico had to leave, “I’m so sorry my teammate, well friend,  just texted me. Apparently, he and his brother are having an ‘emergency’. And by emergency, I’m pretty sure he just means they found a spider in their apartment.”

Y/n, not even bothering to conceal her knowledge of the team or the fact that she took time to put the dots together, blurted out, “Jack and Luke are afraid of spiders?” 

Nico’s eyes widened, “You know them?”

“Yeah, I’m a huge Devils fan. Have been since I was born but also none of your other teammates are brothers…”

“Oh, right. Well, I hate to leave you alone, but when duty calls as captain.”

“Go, do your captain duties.” Y/n waved goodbye to Nico as he ran out of the coffee shop and smiled, she had just met Nico Hischier. 

ﾟ+*:୨୧:*﹤

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, Nico and y/n had hung out whenever possible. Whenever he had an off day they would hang out, he would invite her to lunch on game days if possible, he texted her when he and the team got back from their road trip and invited her over to his house. 

They were, to put it in simple turns, obsessed with each other. They finally went on a proper date to one of y/n’s favorite restaurants. This pattern continued through multiple occasions and everyone could see the differences in their faces and lives. 

Whenever y/n would hang out with her friends or go to an interview or something along those lines, you could see her glowing as she talked or just sat there. Nico’s teammates would eye him weirdly when he’d smile at his phone or was happier during morning skates. His smile was bigger and brighter whenever they won and even when they lost he still had a bit of a glow to him, much like y/n did. 

On their fifth date, Nico finally asked the question, “Well we’ve known each other for about, how long has it been? Two months?” 

Y/n nodded her head as she took a drink of the water that sat on the table in front of her. They were at Nico’s house and it was an off day once again for him. She waited for him to continue speaking, her nerves bundling up inside of her, “Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to make it official you know?”

Her eyes widened, not ever in a million years did she meet Nico Hischier, let alone him ask her to be his girlfriend, “What are you saying, Neeks?”

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

Y/n nodded and hugged him tightly, you would have thought the two just got engaged. After talking for a bit they decided to quote-unquote soft launch. Her friends were begging for details about her glowiness, much like Nico’s teammates. They didn’t have to reveal it all just yet, right?

𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗝𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗬 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗦 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 ୨୧

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Cupid - OP81

Pairing - Fem!British Olympic Archer! Reader x Oscar Piastri Warnings - None Type - Smau and tooth rotting fluff Word Count - N/A Summary - The fans think there's something going on with Oscar and one of his close friends who happens to be an Olympic archer and chaos occurs when Oscar confirms he has a girlfriend, who's nickname is Cupid. Links - My main masterlist is here And as it is a part of my F1 x Olympics series, the masterlist is here Hope you enjoy it! 🧡

All pics are from Pinterest

(If you saw this when my phone glitched last night and posted it while it was not even half done, no you didn't. I didn't even notice until I got the notification someone liked it. I have never deleted something so fast in my life 😭😭)

y/n_archey

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y/n_archery Had a nice week of weather for a change and got to go back home and shoot in the field for a while. (We don’t talk about slide 3, I’m still annoyed, they were new arrows as well) Ft. new bow after my previous one died recently, rip Legolas you will be missed :(

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username1 Not the robin hood with the new arrows I would be so devastated 😭😭

username2 Rip Legolas, we will all miss you 🪦

username3 Her old bow was called Legolas? username4 @ username3 Yes and it's so iconic

username5 Oscar Piastri what are you doing here?

username6 Babe he’s been here longer than most of us. He’s followed her since 2020 when she was going insane in lockdown. username7 @ username6 During that Prema video with Logan when they were in F3, Osc went on about how funny he thought Y/n was and how relatable she was.

teamgb 😉

y/n_archery 😉 username8 Queen I can't wait to see how you do in Paris! username9 I sense a y/n and team GB medal hope in the near future at Paris username10 @ username9 Yessss let's hope so

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri Good weekend overall at Spa, got good points secured for the team at a circuit that many drivers enjoy racing at. Hopefully more points in the years to come the next time we race at Spa.

P.s Love you Cupid, thanks for being there to support me even if it was over a facetime. ❤️❤️❤️

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username14 Oscar….OSCAR! WHO IS THAT?!

username15 Kindly what in the fuck?

username16 @ username15 Do you perhaps mean WHO in the fuck?

username17 Congrats on the great drive this weekend Osc!

mclaren Well done Oscar, brilliant points for the team! 🧡

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username18 Not Oscar soft launching his gf after being promoted to P2 because of George’s disqualification.

username19 @ username18 I feel so bad for George though he drove so well.

landonorris 👏 well done mate

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username20 His little message to his gf is adorable

username21 I want someone to write me little love notes in his posts the way Oscar Piastri does

username22 @ username21 The standards have officially been raised for all relationships

y/n_archery Great weekend Oscar! Have a lovely summer break and keep racing like a star! 🧡🧡🧡

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username23 Oscar x Y/n when? username24 @ username23 Girlie in this case delulu is not the solulu. Osc already has a gf let's not make it uncomfortable for them now. They've followed each other for a while, they're friends.

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oscarpiastri replied to your story

I love you too Cupid 🧡🧡🧡

you

Love you more Osc 🧡🧡🧡

username25 replied to your story

Girlie did you just soft launch a man?!

username26 replied to your story

When did this man appear?

username27 replied to your story

Orange hearts for someone special? Like say…a certain Mclaren driver…

y/n_archery has added to their story

caption - Missing my bf while I’m in Paris so here’s a photo of him being adorable. I guess you could say he’s very ‘Polite Cat’ sometimes.

oscarpiastri replied to your story

I miss you too, and I think people might figure out that we’re dating quite quickly now. 🧡🧡🧡

you

Yes I think they might, not many people I interact with frequently online are called polite cat. Love you 🧡 I’ve got to do some practice before my event 

oscarpiastri

Go get that gold

you

Thanks Osc, I’ll do my best!

oscarpiastri

Wouldn’t expect anything less. Talk later?

you

Yeah of course

oscarpiastri

🧡🧡🧡

you

🧡🧡🧡

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri I am beyond proud of Y/n, my amazing girlfriend (yes the secret is out), for taking a gold medal in the women’s individual competition for Team GB in Archery. 

It is an honour to spend every day knowing you are by my side cheering me on when I race and so getting to post a congrats on an olympic gold medal post is one of the best feelings because it means I get to support and cheer you on for being so amazing at what you do.

I love you so much and you deserve so many congratulations more than I can give you in a post. I miss you while you’re away in Paris but you’re doing great things and you’ll always be my Cupid. 🧡🧡🧡

P.s I guess I will never be able to fend off the ‘Polite Cat’ allegations. I fear they will haunt me forever.

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landonorris Congrats on the Gold Y/n looking forward to seeing you in the Mclaren garage more often!

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username46 She won Gold!!! That’s amazing! Well done Y/n!!

username47 Oscar is adorable when he’s talking about her. They are so sweet together!

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y/n_archery Thank you so much Osc. I guess naming my bow Katniss worked. The wound of losing Legolas is still fresh however 🪦 rip my child fly high hope you’re having fun shooting at targets or whatever it is bows do in heaven

username48 Y/n’s naming skills are elite when it comes to her bows. Also ‘hope you’re having fun shooting at targets or whatever it is bows do in heaven’ 😭

username49 @ username48 Yesssss I know, OGs remember Hawkeye. He was the first…rip Hawkeye we will never forget you.

username50 His smile when he’s around her. My heart is melting

mclaren Can’t wait to see Y/n in the garage after the Summer break. (This is a threat Oscar. She had better be there)

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y/n_archery Looking forward to it already. See you in Zandvoort? mclaren @ y/n_archery It’s a date. 😘 y/n_archery @ mclaren 😘 oscarpiastri Um excuse me? username51 Not Y/n flirting with the Mclaren admin in Oscar’s comment section username52 Plot twist they’re the actual ones who are dating and Oscar x Y/n is the coverup.

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y/n_archery

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y/n_archery I understand that, without my agreement Oscar Piastri (@ oscarpiastri) has put out an Instagram post late this afternoon saying that we are dating. This is true and I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH 🧡🧡🧡

However, to make up for the fact that this would have been a sappy love post, I enlisted the help of Logan Sargeant (@ logansargeant), my darling boyfriend’s best friend, to find some of the most iconic and relatable pictures of Oscar (the last one is me every second of the day). Thank you Logan, you are now my favourite.

Jokes mostly aside, I could not ask for a better partner in life right now. Osc I love you so much and I hope that we continue to share milestones and happy memories together for the rest of our lives. I love you 🧡🧡🧡

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logansargeant You’re welcome Y/n it was a pleasure plotting Oscar’s downfall with you

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oscarpiastri ?????? username53 Oscar is going to be fighting for his life

username54 I think I love them your honour

username55 Best relationship on the grid right now. I love them so much even though I've only had them for a day

oscarpiastri I love you 🧡

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y/n_archery I love you more oscarpiastri I love you most

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Harry never imagined himself in a situation like this.

Pining after women wasn’t something he did often. They usually threw themselves at him and he either had his fun for the night, or rejected them. He didn’t think too much of their feelings, or their interests. He didnt hang on to their words as they spoke and write notes into his personal journal about things she likes and dislikes.

The list so far?

Likes:

-orange cats

-caramel coffee

-the summer rain smell

-the colors pink and yellow

-quesadillas

-crochet tote bags

-silk eye masks

-thrift stores (especially with shop cats)

Dislikes:

-chocolate orange flavor combination

-overcast days

-bowler hats

-the mailman (unknown reason)

-popcorn kernels

-in n’ out (bad experience, apparently.

She was overtaking his own personal life. Being his assistant, of course she would be more prompt to being deeper than more employees. But he couldn’t help but pick out red ties more often because she complimented him in the color. She had gotten him a refrigerator magnet in Ocean City when she went for a girls weekend, and it was the sole magnet in the small water fridge in his office. She left traces of herself in his life that he couldn’t possibly ignore.

The most invasive and troublesome being his sex life.

He was getting to the point where he couldn’t get off without thinking about her. About her voice, her touch, the smell. His tiny, filthy and shameful snippets of when she leaned on his desk and he had caught a nice glimpse of breast, or the couple times she had bent over and given him an eyeful of her tiny panties and ass… how her dress would cling to her or the time she had accidentally soaked her white shirt with her water bottle and given him a view of her braless chest by accident…

Yeah. Every time he wrapped his hand around the thick shaft of his cock, it was a fantasy of her. The best orgasms so far in his life, only to be rudely awoken by the fact it was all fantasy. So what the fuck was it going to be like if he got his hands on her?

Y/N, unbeknownst to him was in the same boat. Smitten with his snarky comments, his thoughtfulness not many saw, and god, his beautiful face. It wasn’t lost on her that his gentleness was only to her. She had seen him yell too many times at other people and as soon as she would walk in, his tone would soften when directed at her. She got away with a lot more than others did and it did make people… talk.

They talked all about how she must have slept her way into the job. Placed bets on how long it would take her to get fired for not dropping to her knees fast enough. And while it wasn’t everyone, she did overhear it enough to make her upset. Hell, she wished she was getting dicked down by her boss, bur she wasn’t! And they still had all of the nerve to say it just because she had managed to stick around longer than the others. Understandable, Burt hurtful.

Harry was stuck, really. He knew that he either had to ignore it or make a move. But still, he was unclear about if she was actually into him- or if it was just wishful thinking. She was so kind to everyone, and he really wasn’t warm and fuzzy. His feelings were probably a bit more obvious, he thinks, and she hasn’t made a move. Was it because there was no reciprocation, or because they were at work?

He would need to figure it out.

“Y/N?” He called out to her desk which was outside of his. Another thing that had changed was his door staying open during the day more often. He liked to hear if anyone came up and was flirting with her, if he was being totally honest with himself. He had caught it a few times and that unholy possessiveness reared it’s ugly head. Plus, it made it easier to call to her.

Y/N perked up, standing up and striding towards his door. Upon his instruction of closing the door and coming closer, she did. Her mind went to mush though, because he looked…. So fucking good. With his hair slightly messed up for once, his white button up a bit tighter than normal around his biceps… she felt weak and dazed simply looking at him. His powerful aura was so, so sexy.

“I need help with a project after hours.” He was winging it. Completely and utterly winging it. “I’m redoing my den area in my home… and I’d like you to help me do it. You’ve got design experience, yes?” He crossed his arms, trying to not stare too hard at anything other than her face. It was hard.

“Oh- I’m, yes? But I’m not too good, I just make those Pinterest boards like I showed you? I was just planning and-“

“Good. I liked when you showed me them. My home is very boring. Sterile. And I would like some more… character.” In reality, it was just going to make him go insane even more at home. Seeing her in his living space. Things she picks out in his living room. It was so stupidly dangerous for their professional relationship considering how close Harry was to jumping her bones, but he wanted time away from the office to see if he was imagining her flirtations.

She was overwhelmed by the offer, but couldn’t say no. Not when it gave her an excuse to see him… in potentially casual clothes, and feeding her nosy imagination for his house. Plus, she loved to decorate. What could go wrong?

“O-okay, sure. When would you like me to be doing this?” Her voice raised in pitch, showing her nerves slightly. Adorable. He loved getting reactions out of her.

“Some hours during the weekends. You will be compensated and fed, of course. And I will be with you. We will do the shopping wherever you see fit. But you know me. I am very particular, so I wish to be involved in this process. The most I can be.”

Weekends. Alone with his assistant that he wanted to make his own so badly that he had to clench his fists to avoid grabbing at times. The assistant that had been the main star of his fantasies, the assistant that made his palms sweat and heart race.

He was interested in seeing how it turned out.

[paraemu]

i saw some social media hcs that i didnt agree with so of course i had to share my own. smile

emu: mostly a twitter user. he has a public acc that hes been using since his gamer m days that has turned into a more general use acc over the years and a private acc where he tweets (sometimes explicit details) about his life. he has a professional facebook that doesnt see much use and an instagram mainly for browsing.

parad: shares both twitter accs with emu. hes a widly popular twitch streamer, occasionally he collabs with nico, and people go wild whenever emu has time to join his streams. he has a tiktok where he posts himself doing insane shit when hes bored

kiriya: surprisingly has a lot of followers on instagram just for being a cool guy, he mostly posts pictures of random things he sees, landscapes with fake deep captions, and the occasional candid picture of emu and poppy. he uses twitter when he needs to complain about having an absolute day at work. also has a tiktok where he does cool tricks or documents whatever adventure he went on with poppy

poppy: she has a lot of pinterest boards for outfit ideas, diy stuff, event planning, food recipes she wants to try, etc. kiriya convinced her to post herself dancing on tiktok and she briefly became an internet sensation. she has a twitter but really only uses it to show off her new outfits and see what her friends are up to

kuroto: he had a verified twitter that was infamous for its long threads about copyright that he stopped using after he left genm corp. he has burner accounts on every social media emu uses and a longstanding fake identity that he used to befriend emu and gain access to his private twitter. parad keeps taking down his burner accs but he just makes a new one each time. probably gets into reddit arguments defending genm corps long development cycle

hiiro: he thinks social media is a waste of time. he only has a linkedin to keep up to date with his colleagues

taiga: canonically he uses twitter to keep up with bugster sightings and presumably the stock market. hes always getting into arguments on reddit over stupid shit and hes friends with a lot of military otakus on facebook, also uses fb to trade stocks. hes in a discord server with his bang bang shooting buds.

nico: she does twitch streams regularly. her beef with parad is infamous in the gaming community. she has a verified twitter for the gamer n persona and a personal twitter that shes been using to stalk emu since she lost to him. she wishes emu would stop posting about his life but she wont unfollow him. also has an instagram for interacting with her high school friends

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𝔖𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔰

Summary: Everyone has secrets, it's up to you, decide if someone is going to know about them, or is it?

Characters: MWAF!Darkness x Reader

Warnings: Angst, abusive relationship(?)

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Not requested but I had this idea so I wanted to do it, and I'm back so yeah :p

(Most of my pics/gifs come from Pinterest, if I use a photo that belongs to you and you don't like it, please contact me and we'll take care of it)

Everyone has secrets, some people more than others, some secrets are more obscure than others, and some people are really good at hiding them, but what happens if someone reveals your biggest secret, to the one person you've always tried to keep in the dark? The person you hoped would never find out what you do while you're not together? Your partner, the person you should trust the most, being kept in the dark by the person they trust the most.

A mysterious package was enough to make you go insane, the sound of the door opening made you jump on the couch quickly throwing the photos back in the box that they where a few minutes ago, you hid the box behind your back when Darkness entered the room, he dropped in the couch next to you, leaning in to give you a kiss, which you rejected moving your face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked confused, you shook your head with a fake smile.

“Just a little tired, I’ll go up” you said getting up and taking the box with you discretely.

As you got in your shared bedroom you closed the door trying to hold back your tears, looking at the photos again, even if you didn’t want to believe it, it was him, your boyfriend is the man without a face. Now, how do you cope? Your first thought obviously, was that you had to get out of the house as speed as possible, but how? You put the box down on the bed as you took your phone out of your pocket, a million things running though your head, when suddenly the door was opened, of course Darkness is not stupid, he noticed from the moment that he walked in your strange behavior, and when you rejected his kiss, getting up so quickly, hiding something on your beck, he knew that something wasn’t right, he pays a lot of attention when it comes to your behavior, he knows you so well, it scares you. So of course, he would investigate what was wrong, but you didn’t expect him to get in so soon. You were quick to try to hide the box one more time, but that time you weren’t so discrete, his eyes went directly to what you were hiding, from his view, it was just a box, but he knew that what was inside of it that was making you so nervous.

“Honey, are you ok?” he closed the door stepping closer to you

“Yes, I’m just, tired, it was a long day” you lied, very badly, just for the record.

“Are you sure? You look nervous” he pulled your hair away from your face

“Uh, you know me, just worrying with some little things on my head as always” you smiled

“Oh, I’ve warned you, sweetie, you have to stop worrying about everything” he pulled you into a hug, you body was so tense, he could feel it, but his focus wasn’t on you but on what he could see over your shoulder, the photos on the box, photos of him, taking of his mask, getting out of the house where Hannah was found, and at least another 10 photos that compromised him, that reveled who he really was, his arms tightened around you and a sigh left his lips “I love you, you know that, don’t you?” he asked and the tears started rolling down your face, he saw it, your mind couldn’t stop thinking, all the possible endings for this situation running through your head, he broke away from the embrace, holding your face with both hands, wiping your tears away.

“Please” his eyes were dark, almost empty, like it wasn’t him, just a carcass, you can say for sure that this is not the man you’ve met “I won’t tell anyone” the tears rolling intensely down your cheeks

“You know I can’t risk that” he said as he shook his head slowly

“You don’t have to do this” you put your hand over his “Why are you doing this?”

“Oh, darling, you wouldn’t understand” he smirked holding the back of your neck pulling you closer to him “I will not hurt you”

“How can I believe you? You’ve threatened me a dozen of times” you couldn’t stop crying

“Oh no, that was before, I didn’t knew you back then, and you were meddling in my affairs, I had to” his voice was so calm, he was so calm.

“That’s why you are with me? Revenge?” You took a step back from him

“No, no, I love you, you know that, you know me” you shook your head

“No, I don’t” you looked away from him “I thought I did” your eyes locked on the door, maybe… You quickly tried to pass by him to go to the door, but he was quicker to hold you, a scream left your mouth making his heart ache

“Stop” he said firmly as he squeezed you tighter against his chest, but you kept fighting against him “Y/N, stop” it took him a while to finally calm you down, to make you stop fighting and just rest our head on his chest while you cried, at this point you knew that you weren’t going anywhere, but you still want to try.

“Please, just let me go” you begged with your face buried into his chest

“I can’t” he strokes your hair “You’re safe with me” you shook your head trying to break from his hug “Shh, it’s okay” he hugged you tighter “Everything is gonna be okay”

“How can I believe you after all this?”

“Because I love you and you love me”

“Do you?” he looked into your eyes

“More than everything” his words were firm, as was his gaze

“Then tell me truth” the tears were still painfully rolling down your cheeks

“No, the less you know, the better for you, my love.” No, that's not the answer you wanted, and he knew it

“But I need to know, why Hannah? Why did you do all this? Why me?” He put his hand over your mouth snorting

“I said no, Y/N” his thick voice, his sharp eyes, he wasn't kidding, you just nodded your head slowly “Let’s just forget that, you can do that” he smiled, he could see the fear in your eyes, and he would be lying if he said that he didn’t liked it, the power he has over you, the power he always had over you, and now, he has even more, your fear fuels your submission to him, it makes him happier than ever “Right?” you nodded your head slightly “Good, come on let’s eat something”

The smile on his face, the way he was acting, all of this confirmed one thing to you, everything he did, was planned, nothing that happened was by accident, the only piece that didn't belong to his puzzle was you, and that’s why he kept you, love wasn’t his focus at first, he just needed to have you by his side, you were too unique, but with time he started liking you, loving you, and now, you aren’t going anywhere, you know too much, he loves you too much, to let you go, at this point, he owns you, and you can just accept that.

[foodieforthoughts]

Journey through time - Part 4

Summary: Your relationship with Syverson over the years.

Warning: Super fluff, get ready to grab tissues for your tears of joy

A/N: This got out of hand and I fantasized too much about wedding with Sy 😅 second-last part to go for this photo series (adding part 1, part 2 and part 3 for anyone who wants to read). Images taken from Pinterest and Google, if there are any inaccuracies please ignore because it is fictional.

Since Sy only had ten weeks until his next deployment, the preparation for the wedding was in full swing. He wanted a military wedding, proud as he was about his army life and since Syverson men were all in the army themselves, he wanted to stick to his family tradition. But the hurried wedding meant the army chappel was unavailable. His father suggested the wedding to take place in Austin, offering his house for the ceremony and since your parents did not mind, it was decided that you both will have your autumn wedding in the backyard of the house where he grew up.

You had sneakily asked Sy about his preferred wedding dress style. "I like the long ball gown type, you know, where you would look like a princess." He had suggested, smirking at you and seeing through your trick to find out about his liking. "And you would be the prince at the altar, in your uniform with the saber?" You always ended up sobbing when you thought about the wedding, making Sy cuddle you while assuring you he would do everything in his power to give you the best life possible. With his mother, your own mom and your cousins, you had shopped for dresses until you found the one which had all the ladies reaching for the box of tissues.

Since he was going to wear his uniform for the wedding, Sy couldn't keep the beard. The day Sy had to shave off his beard, you had tried to stifle your laughter while he had whined like a child. He had grown too attached to his facial hair, saying "This is a part of me, feels like I'm getting rid of a limb." Rest of the day you had to hear him complain about looking like a kid, having you to assure him in many ways how he was a man. It was also the day you were leaving to stay at the hotel, since seeing the bride before the wedding was bad luck and you did not want to take any chances. Sy took his time in relishing every moment spent with you, up until the time you had to leave, making you grab your discarded clothes in a hurry while your dad was waiting downstairs in the car.

You had never seen Sy cry, not even when you had made him watch sappy emotional movies. But when you walked down the aisle with your father by your side, in the soft autumn sunlight you saw your man's eyes glisten with tears. You couldn't hold in yours when you laid eyes on him, looking royal in his dress blues with his medals and ribbons decorating his chest. Sy's best man tapped him on his shoulder, saying something which made him nod along with his buddy. "You look beautiful." He had whispered to you when you came to stand next to him, making you blush more than you already were. You could barely speak while reciting your vows, taking a moment to breathe through the tears, finally getting it out with sniffles and wiping under your eyes as a stray tear escaped. When Sy kissed you as your husband, your world exploded and in that very instant you knew your life couldn't get any better.

The wedding reception was a blast. Your first dance with your husband was a tear-jerking moment for both of you. While you had unapologetically cried on his shoulder, Sy had sniffed his welling tears away. By the end of the night, you were tipsy with wine and Sy was getting his friends drunk. You had blushed beet-red when Sy had crawled under your gown to take your garter off effortlessly with his teeth, with everyone cheering on. After the reception, Sy had carried you to your room, pausing in the corridor for a kiss and then entering the room with you cradled in his arms. Giggling as the alcohol made you giddy, you had pulled Sy towards you on the bed by the lapel of his tux and commanded, "We're not getting any younger, Sy, take me as your wife and make me a mother." And Sy had followed your command obediently, taking you countless times in the night until the sun was up.

You and Sy escaped to Hawaii for your honeymoon with sandy beaches and salty air. The days were spent with you mostly lounging on the sand while Sy would take a swim. When you both weren't out at the beach or exploring the island, Sy would keep you busy by satiating his hunger for your body. Nights were spent with lots of cuddles and talks about the future, where you found out Sy was planning to leave the army for you. "As much as I hate to say goodbye to you, I don't want to be the reason why you let go of something you love to do." You had said, laying on his chest and playing with his fuzzy hair. "We'll figure it out together." He had answered, pulling your face up to him and taking your lips for a long kiss.

Sy always joked his beard grew faster than the speed of light. Before you knew it, your captain was back to looking like the rugged handsome hunk you had bumped into. One morning he was trimming the unruly fluff of his beard when you stormed inside the bathroom, holding your hand over your mouth. Dropping down on your knees you were emptying the contents of your stomach in the toilet, as waves of nausea washed over you. Sy was right by your side, rubbing his hand over your back and holding your hair away from your face. "Sy, I don't know I have a feeling we are going to get a jumpstart on your big family dream." Sy had laughed but when you took a test later in the day, he was left speechless. You had stared at him, waving your hand in front of his face while his eyes focused far off. But then he had hugged you so tightly, you were afraid you were going to run out of air. "I'm going to be a dad." He had kissed you before bending down to your belly and placing a gentle kiss on your stomach.

Before you knew it, it was time for Sy to leave again. But unlike last time, you were brave. You understood Sy had a lot to deal with once he was out there, you didn't want to pile your grief of parting ways on top of his worries. Still, somedays were difficult for you when you had to battle morning sickness alone, crying while clutching the toilet hoping if only Sy were there to comfort you. You tried not to tell him that though, while you talked on the phone you only listened to him as he described funny things that happened around camp. One day, out of the blue you got a call from him, dread filled you because Sy wasn't one to call in the middle of the day. Hearing his voice calmed you down because you had expected the worst possible news. "They are pulling out the troops from here." He had said, his voice buoyant with excitement. "I'm coming home, baby."

One would think being the captain in the army and taking care of men under his command, Sy would be reasonably calm about his impending parenthood. But it was the complete opposite and Sy was a mess. He was always making sure you were comfortable, feeding you until you were sure you were going to burst and most of all, fussing about getting the nursery ready on time. He had built a crib from scratch, being awfully proud about his handiwork while you had watched the carpenter in him come to life. He did practice rounds of driving to the hospital for when you went into labor, timing it like he was performing a drill, sometimes driving you insane by repeating it again and again. In the night, he would massage your painfully swollen ankles while you read him from a parenting book, laughing while he joked how he's not going to be this fussy for the next one. "Next one? This bun isn't even out of the oven yet and you are already planning on mixing the dough for the next batch." He would grin at you mischievously and very slyly say, "You see, mixing the dough is my favorite part." And the day when finally baby Adeline was born, Sy had cried like he had never before.

Continued to Part 5

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

Womanizer

A/N: I’m actually doing Chris Evans fan-fic on this account now. So here you guys go. Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader Word count: 1,819 Warnings: Very, very lightly dark Ransom, if you even consider it dark. 

To Ransom, you were everything.

The two of you hadn't spoken more than a dozen words to each other, only having had a few interactions at these various events and galas the elite class had to attend. You would ignore him, mingling around everyone else. But most importantly, other men.

He eyed you like a vulture. He was discreet about it, making sure to memorize the patterns of when you would look around, clearly out of boredom, and diverting his eyes elsewhere or back to the meaningless conversations he participated in. He would swirl his vodka in his small cup, filled with ice in a race against time so it wouldn’t water down to distract himself from your figure that stood no more than 15 feet away from him.

He noticed exactly how your drinks went: you would start out with champagne, finishing it. You would move onto red wine, only drinking half. He knew it was out of sake for your sobriety. You were smart. Then you would move onto whisky. He saw you down one a few times, and smirked to himself. You could drink hard liquor, that said something about you as a woman.

You were nothing alike the girls he would bring home for a one night stand. No, he wanted to put a ring on you. He would buy other girls some Cartier bracelet or a Prada bag for their cheap endeavors with him, but since the day he first saw you he knew you were his.

He had spent an entire night looking you up on Google. Finding your occupation as an English professor at an Ivy League school, to your academic essays. And of course, he found your Pinterest board. Because he knew damn well every woman had a Pinterest board for their wedding.

He noticed what you had saved, multiple photos of huge diamond rings, emerald cut. Classy and glamorous, it fit you. The very next day he went out to Tiffany’s, and bought a ring just like it. He knew your ring size, just from eyeballing your sleek hand. He had bought meaningless rings for dozens of other women, he was a pro at this point.

And in his lower desk drawer in his personal office, sat the blue box that he one day hoped to drop on one knee and grant you with, an official bond between you two that as of right now, he could only dream of. But he would do everything in his power to make sure it happened.

He noticed how other men looked at you, sleazy eyed with the most disgusting intentions. Sure, he wanted to take you home. But he wanted to keep you there, with him. He wanted you to be his, and only his. Forever, and ever.

“Mr. Drysdale,” His thoughts drowned in wonderland were ripped from him, disrupted by one of the investors in his publishing company.

“Mr. Peterson.” He tightly smiled, holding out his free hand to shake with the other man. His insides were burning with a fire of annoyance at this man, having to put on a stupid, nice face for him. He wanted no more than to find you, and start a conversation with you. 

He continued to look over the older man’s shoulder, only for a few moments at a time, catching a few glances of your gorgeous smile, your elegant being. It was the only thing keeping him sane.

“I should probably introduce you to some of my colleagues, other investors.” Mr. Peterson mentioned, “Follow me, they’re right over here.” “Oh, there’s no need-” Ransom tried to reason, an attempt to get away the talkative man who was arguably a nobody compared to the various others who had invested more from their pocketbooks than he had in his entire bank account.

“No, I insist.” He waved Ransom on, to which the brunette tightly smiled again, and with great reluctance followed.

He guided his way through the crowds and groups of people talking, their expensive clothes and obnoxious laughs making Ransom more irritable by the second. He could feel his anger rise to a slow boil, his ability to contain himself slimming by the moment. Then he saw it.

He saw you, standing there in that form-shaping dress of an emerald green, with a kind smile on your face. You, too, were talking to these so-called investors. His temperature dropped immediately, an inaudible sigh escaping his lips as his once forced smile turned into a natural one. One by one he was introduced to the various men, dressed in stupidly expensive suits that didn’t even fit, until your name came around, “And Y/N Y/L/N.” Mr. Peterson smiled, “English professor at Cornell, and published author.” You smiled at him, holding out your hand to which he shook.

Oh, how soft your hands were. It was like a cloud, he felt your elegant fingers grasping in his, the various rings on your fingers felt cold against his warmed skin. “I believe we’ve met before, Mr. Drysdale.” You spoke up.

“I believe so, Ms. Y/L/N,” He smiled, “And please, Ransom is just fine.” You nodded in agreement.

The conversation began, investors talking about money and bets, traditional things, finally Ransom’s company came up. “You have a publishing company, correct, Mr. Drysdale?” Your boss, Mr. Hart spoke, to which he nodded.

“Yes, my grandfather’s publishing company, I inherited it.” He took a sip of his drink.

“It’s doing well, I see?” Another asked and he nodded.

“Very well, yes,” He replied.

“And you, too, are an author?” A third asked, the questions becoming annoying to him. He nodded.

“That was how I inherited the company,” He began, “I released my first book and it got some press, sold a few copies, Harlan saw that I could take over his company and gave it to me.” “What is this book called?” Mr. Peterson asked, his clueless mind elsewhere.

“A Wrath for One Another,” You spoke up, his head turning to you and eyes shooting open wide in shock, “It’s a phenomenal piece, truly.”

“Why thank you.” He smiled at you, his mind still in a state of complete shock over your knowledge of his work.

“Well, we may just have to include that in the curriculum,” Mr. Hart smirked, sliding his hand to the small of your back. You knew he was tipsy, he always tried to flirt with you, physically, when he was like this.

“Well,” You spoke up, “If you would have read my plan for the curriculum at the beginning of this last semester, you would have seen I included that very book in the plan.” Most of the men around you nearly choked on their drinks, Ransom chuckling under his breath with a smile at how easily you dominated the man and the entire conversation. “Now, if all of you will excuse me, I must excuse myself with Mr. Drysdale to talk with him further about his works.” You removed yourself from your boss’ grasp with grace, walking over to Ransom and glancing only once before walking past his frame, which was quite a lot larger than yours. He stopped for a moment, getting the memo before following you, yet still unsure about what to do.

The two of you found a nearly silent corner in one of the rooms of this mansion, gold rimmed with old furniture, only a few guests lingering about in quiet conversation. “So,” Ransom was the first to speak up, you leaning against the wall and taking a sip of your whisky, “You’ve read my book, huh?” “Of course I have,” You coyly smiled, “Anyone who is actually within the modern world of literature has.” He sighed very lightly.

“You’re right.” You nodded, a few seconds of silence lingering between the two of you.

“I apologize that I took you out of the conversation, I just had the feeling that you didn’t want to be there either.” “Am I really that easy to read?” He asked you with a slight smile. “Eh,” You smiled back, “A little.”

“Well,” He began, “You are quite the woman-” “If you’re trying to get me in bed my answer is a firm no.” You rolled your eyes knowing too much about the playboy, something he too knew.

“That was not necessarily the plan.” “Necessarily?” You asked, looking at him and squinting your eyes in confusion, “Then what, pray tell, was the plan?”

“Well, it was to ask you out to dinner, get to know you better, go on a few dates and see how things go.” He began.

“Hugh Drysdale taking a woman out on a date?” You scoffed, “Hilarious.” “I mean it.” He fought right back.

“I’m sure that’s what you tell all your girls.” “But I would never do that to a woman.” He began, looking you up and down, “I know you’re smart, smarter than me if we’re both being honest, but I also know you drive me insane whenever I see you at these completely pointless events.” “Oh?” You asked, this time downing your drink, “And how would I know you don’t say that to all your other girls?”

“Because I know you love dogs, you’ve had three of them in your lifetime. I know you love to cook, your favorite thing to make is homemade pasta carbonara, and I know your favorite author is Hemingway, specifically his short stories, something that tells me enough about you to know that you’re a smart minded woman who can think outside of the box but within reasonable perimeters.” He responded all in one breath, leaving you breathless. You stared up at him confused and dazed, like a deer in the headlights.

“How did you know all that?” You asked, turning to him, this time seriously, “Are you stalking me.” “Stalking is a strong word,” He stated, your face turning to more panic which he noticed, “Oh please, no, I’m not stalking you in any way. I just overhear your conversations, wanting to know more about you.” It wasn’t a complete lie. “So eavesdropping?” You reiterated with a sigh.

“If you would like to use that word, then I suppose.” You held the small glass cup loosely within your fingers as you rolled your eyes again.

“Fine.” You sighed out, “One date. That’s it. But, no touching unless I say so. I don’t want to hear you brag about yourself, it gets obnoxious to a point where I get waves of nausea,” He couldn’t help but scoff, “And no talking about work. I’m sick and tired of people thinking it’s my only personality trait.” “Deal.” He agreed with a nod.

“Now,” You sighed, taking his hand very lightly in yours, “Back to old men staring at my boobs.” He lightly chuckled with a smirk.

“You do have nice boobs,” He said, to which you whipped your head around and gave him a grimace, “Respectfully.”

[bloodybonbon]

My grammar sucks but I wrote the crackfic

Y/n L/n scored the assistant job of a century and by that, a job that was extremely difficult but extremely well paid due to her new client being such a train wreck. She would admit however, that it was far easier than work for Demi lovato. She assumed before going into her prior job that Demi was just seeking attention with the whole ghost therapy thing but no, the queen of strokes and mullets did in fact think they were helping spirits who were victims of misogyny after all. It became even worse when she found the starlet gyrating towards the air in only lingerie (of course Fenty since Demi would be triggered by Victoria’s Secret). Y/n didn’t fully go into detail with the questions and just took Demi’s answer of sex therapy for ghosts with microdicks as a good enough answer.

This brings us back to y/n new client, Pete Davidson. There were the usual ups and downs as with any drug addicted celeb but sometimes Pete would just go off the deep end with asking for help making vision boards of babies. These vision boards looked like if a woman who was addicted to Pinterest somehow got stranded on a desert island with only a Michaels craft store available. Y/n did enjoy Pete’s eye for color though. Today y/n had to drive Pete to a Walmart to get some household supplies

“So you remember what all we in need right? Or do I need to get the list?” Y/n asked looking at the man in a unwashed tie dye pullover hoodie. “Ummm yeah shampoo, ketchup, ensure because you say I’m not getting enough vitamins, and dog treats because they are my new favorite snack”. Y/n rolled her eyes at the answer “No not shampoo, body wash” y/n replied. Pete simply just asked “isn’t it the same thing?”

The two walked into the West Virginian Walmart, people still knew who Pete was there but because of how he looked he blended in with the hillbilly addicts. They both sauntered off toward the pet aisle since Pete could not shut up about what he called his “scooby snacks”. As soon as they got to the aisle y/n immediately grabbed Pete by his dingy sleeve.

“Do not go toward the baby” y/n said in a low trembling voice, honestly sounding a bit scared. Pete just looked at the random Walmart floor aisle baby in awe. Y/n tried to keep a good grip but the baby obsessed man managed to pull out of his hoodie and grab the baby, running like it was a high school football game. “Noooo stop” y/n yelled almost in tears. But the man was gone.

Not one to give up a lucrative paying job and the Chanel slippers she’d been eyeing online that morning she decided to go on the hunt for the man before he was arrested for kidnapping. She wished at this moment he was still with Kim despite knowing his split from her is the reason she landed the job in the first place. Ever since Kim decided to become a pr throuple with MGK and Megan in hopes that “coming out” as poly and queer would distract from her newest scandal involving her daughter north live streaming her snorting Coke off of a Tiffany’s bracelet box, Pete had been acting even more crazy than usual, which was already insane.

Y/n kept wondering the Walmart, first checking in the crib section thinking Pete may have wondered off to in order to take care of the baby. “Fuck I’m going to have to get him a reborn after this” she thought to herself. She kept wondering checking any aisle she may find him in, crafting, toys, lube, until she heard some baby cries. Following the noise she came upon the section with plastic holding tubs and saw Pete looking into one crying while trying to soothe whatever was inside. She went up to him without saying a word and looked into the tub, in it was the baby and also some chew toys but not baby chew toys, dog chew toys. She looked up at Pete and then back down to the baby, knowing what must be done. She put the baby in her arms and told as in lied to Pete that he can in fact have the baby, but they both must first give the baby to security and finish up the shopping. Somehow Pete obliged without much of a fight and the two were able to get done with their errands and leave the hell hole that was rural Walmart.

@1ou

[zodiyack]

What Just Happened-

Requested by anon: oh could I rq Midari x reader?

Pairing: Midari Ikishima x female!reader

Warnings: Swearing, all characters being chaotic, plot-less story

Note: I didn’t really know what to do, so I decided to use some prompts from my pinterest! And as I said, I do female reader unless asked otherwise or unless I chose otherwise, so I’m sorry if you didn’t want fem reader. 

Prompts = bold as always, and if I edited them, the words that I edited will not be bold

Extra Note: I started this story like a week ago or something and I honestly apologize, it’s so freaking random- good luck my friend

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Y/n walked down the halls, looking for her mischievous girlfriend. The last time she saw her was when she went off to bother the new girl, Yumeko. Y/n had no doubt that Midari made Yumeko play her game, it was something you had to do if you challenged her, and that Yumeko chick had more balls than the guy she hung out with.

She turned the corner and was greeted face first with a familiar gun. Staring into the barrel of the gun, she knew she should be afraid. But in all the chaos, only one emotion coursed through her veins. Relief. “Midari?” 

“Yes y/n?”

“Put the gun down. I’ll walk with you to wherever you’re going, okay?”

The one eyed girl nodded and put her gun away. She followed her girlfriend down the hall. A large clatter sounded from the room only about ten steps away. It made them look at each other with confused looks before they headed down to see what the noise was.

And of course, it was those three. Mary, yelling at Ryota, Ryota, cowering in a corner, and Yumeko, just digging for whatever she planned on finding. They didn’t notice the couple walking in. They didn’t notice anything really. And that bothered Y/n as she tried to get their attention.

Without thinking, she found her last plan. “I have an idea, Midari. Give me your gun...please.”

“I- I uh, sure, all yours babe.” Midari handed it to Y/n, smiling with curiosity and surprise. It wasn’t everyday that she saw this side of her girlfriend.

A gunshot rang through the room, making Mary and Ryota scream. Yumeko, on the other hand, just turned and raised an eyebrow. Y/n smiled and cleared her throat, satisfied with how her action went. “Thank you. I would appreciate if you all came with me.” She turned and walked out the door.

Ryota sped out the room first, turning and clinging to the door frame. “Are you insane!?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?“ Y/n growled back. Midari chuckled and punched Ryota’s shoulder, snorting and following after Y/n. Her arm found itself over Y/n’s shoulder, and the hand of that arm found Y/n’s. They continued walking, now aware of the three following just as Y/n had asked.

They entered a room, it was plain-looking and dark but it did have a couch or two with a bookshelf full of books. The three that were originally paired together sat down, Ryota was looking around and taking in the new murder-room kind of place. He didn’t like it one bit.

Y/n closed the door, then paced around the room, searching for something. Midari got up to offer to help, but Y/n sent her back to sit down. It started to get rowdy and loud. And the reasoning of which, Y/n didn’t know. She turned around quickly, raising an eyebrow at the screaming group. She rolled her eyes and yelled for them to shut up so she could think.

Everyone stopped in their places, dropping silent. Mary clung to the door handle, one foot pressed against the door in attempt to open it, Midari was teasing Yumeko’s serious expression, and Ryota was looking around in a panic. Right as Y/n’s mouth opened again, everyone started point at each other and yelling accusations.

“Enough!” She really felt like her head was about to explode. “I don’t care who did what, just let me look for what I was looking for.” Y/n rubbed her head and grunted involuntarily, “Don’t make me get out Midari’s gun again.”

They all nodded and sat back down. Ryota, unfortunately, fell of the couch and landed on a weird button like thing. A spike shot out of the wall and nearly missed Yumeko, who simply moved her head to the side as it flew past her.

“Did you bring us here to die?” He whimpered after Yumeko helped him up. If that was the case, none of them would be surprised. She was Midari’s lover after all.

The room went from loud, to silent to panicky, and now back to silent. Y/n said nothing, only walking around and inspecting items. It was enough to make even Midari a little worried. She nudged her girlfriend lightly. 

“Obviously.”

”I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.” Mary spoke up.

“Y-yeah me neither...” Midari turned back to her girlfriend. “Y-you are kidding, right babe?” Y/n shrugged and continued her search, leaving Midari to turn back around, raise her eyebrows, and shrug at the group.

She grabbed a key and a hammer, tossing it to Midari. Midari...well she stumbled and dropped the hammer, moving out of the way as quick as she could. Her toes were spared and her breath, that she didn’t even know she held, was released. She smiled and picked up the hammer, twirling it around a few times.

“You-you are-” Ryota stuttered at Y/n.

Midari was quick to interrupt, loads of stuff to say about the woman she loved. Her mind raced with the things she admired of L/n. “Beautiful, a genius, immensely talented-”

“Dangerous.“

Everyone turned to Y/n. Her interruption of Midari’s interruption came as a shock but what shocked them even more was how she put herself in one word. Yet again, Ryota found her word very accurate. “Exactly.”

Y/n smiled mischievously, grabbing the hammer from Midari and swinging it as hard as she could at the wooden door. After a tiny bit, the door had a large hole. She pushed the key into the door and unlocked it, opening the now broken door and turning to the door wide eyed students.

“Well, hope I did an amazing job wasting your time. Come on Midari, let’s go wherever we were originally headed.”

Midari smiled crazily, following out through the hole and skipping behind Y/n. She stopped though. Midari turned to the group and winked, waving goodbye.

“Midari, don’t think that I won’t get your gun just because I love you.” And with Y/n’s warning, Midari turned and walked over to Y/n with a pep in her step. They left the group to ponder what.the.fuck.just.happened??

[harrysgloves]

Let Your Hair Down (chapter xxvi)

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word count: 2,983

story summary: Harry gets more than he bargains for when he falls not only for you but your little girl as well.

chapter summary: Thea’s birthday party.

warnings: Language // violence // mentions of past sexual assault // attempted sexual assault... it’s a lot. It’s heavy so read with caution.

a/n: Please don’t murder me... you should have seen it coming. xx

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It was finally Saturday. Your long crazy week of work and trying to plan a birthday party was finally over and you couldn't have been more thankful.

You had spent the whole week going absolutely insane over every small detail. All the thank you bags had to have handwritten glitter name cards on them, obviously. Which meant you sitting up in your kitchen at 2 am trying to figure out how to write faux calligraphy while Harry stood over top of you eating popcorn, telling you when you messed up.

Which resulted in you putting him on hot glue gun duty for all the little plastic jewels that had to be glued on one by one onto every tiara… for 25 kids' placemats.

Needless to say, he didn't criticize your handwriting again.

The only time he really started to throw a bitch fit was when you tried to figure out how to make macaroons at 3 in the morning. Both of you quickly decided to scrap that idea when you tasted your first batch.

"Pinterest fucking lied! These taste terrible!" You cried as you spit out the repulsive cookie that definitely should not have been considered a cookie.

"Fuckin' hell, love. I think ya tryin' t'poison me." Harry laughed at the glare you shot him but you had to admit that was the worst thing you'd ever tasted in your whole life.

He ended up buying the damn demon cookies from a local bakery and saved you a lot of tears.

They definitely tasted better which made you want to strangle Harry when he laughed at your face lighting up from the first bite you took.

"Told y'the recipe wasn't bad. Ya jus' can't bake." He smiled, placing a kiss on your cheek and jerking the box of treats away from you when you tried to go back for seconds.

All of that was over though and after this afternoon there would be no more meltdowns about placemats, place cards, or balloon arches. No more trying your weird baking at 4 am. Which you were sure Harry was very thankful for.

No, today was finally the day and as you dragged Harry to the hotel to set up one of the meeting rooms you'd gotten for the party you were glad it was almost over. You couldn't handle much more of this stress. She was turning 5 and you definitely went a bit overboard, you started to dread what party you'd have to plan for her sweet 16.

"The balloon arch is supposed to go over by the door." You said as you fanned out the pastel pink table cloth over the round 8 count table. Harry huffed and rolled his eyes but didn't say anything as he moved the arch for the 3rd time.

"Ya know they only care 'bout goin' to the pool." He mumbled out like he didn't want you to hear him.

"Keep it up and you're going to be sleeping on the couch tonight." You smiled when Harry turned around to look at you. The look on his face, priceless.

"Ya can't put me on the couch." He pouted big lip and all, making you bite your lip as you shrugged.

He was right, you wouldn't put him on the couch, especially not with a sleepover of 12 kindergarten girls that was going to be at your apartment tonight. But he didn't have to know that.

"Gotta go get tape from the desk for this banner." You sighed as you looked at the amount of work you still had left to do and not much time left to do it.

"Can you please go play bad guy and get Thea out of the pool? She needs to get her outfit on. I didn't wait 6 weeks for that princess dress to be shipped to us for her to not wear it when people get here." You asked as sweetly as possible when you walked pass him, stopping to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Why can't Sarah do it? Y'know I can't say no to her if she asks t'stay in longer." He followed you down the hallway stopping in front of the pool room door. His big puppy eyes staring you down as you walked away from him.

"This is exactly why you have to do it. Gotta get good at telling her no." You smiled when you heard him groan. Throwing the door to the pool room open as you made your way down the hallway and eventually to the front desk.

"Hey Ellie, can I have the tape, please?" You asked, leaning on the desk, nails tapping on the counter.

"Yeah, here you go." She smiled, her bright white teeth looking so great against the ruby red lipstick she wore all the time. Making you a bit jealous that someone could pull off that color so effortlessly.

"Oh, God." She groaned, eyes darting to the front door.

"Looks like we got a drunk stumbling in. I should go get Mack. He's better at dealing with this shit." She sighed, hands rubbing her forehead. Drunk guests were the worst, especially if they were drunk at 11 am.

You turned around to look at the damage, eyes widening the second you saw who it was.

The fucking bastard.

"Don't get Mack. I got this." Your voice laced with anger as you started right for him. You'd be damned if he ruined her party like this.

"Get the fuck outside." You growled, tugging on his arm. Nails digging into his flesh as you pulled him out the door and to the side of the building, doing to him what he'd done to you so many times before.

"What is wrong with you?" You yelled as you let go of him. He stumbled back against the brick exterior of the wall, his eyes immediately filling with rage but you could care less.

You were so sick and tired of being pushed around by him. Tired of being degraded and controlled but the one thing you absolutely wouldn’t put up with was him purposefully hurting Thea like this. She didn’t deserve a dad who would embarrass her in front of everyone by being blasted at her party, she deserved so much more than him.

And you were tired of letting him do this to the both of you.

"No, actually, don't answer that. Only a real piece of shit would show up to their daughter's birthday party completely hammered. I mean really, Ryan? This is a new low, even for you.” You stood your ground in front of him. Arms crossed tightly over your chest as you told him off. Told him exactly what you thought about him.

You were done holding back. This was the last straw.

“Oh, so now that you got your little bodyguard you think you can talk to me however you want?”

His inability to keep himself from stumbling around seemed to have totally disappeared as the visible anger ran through him. His jaw twitching from how hard he was clenching his teeth. Face flushed, eyebrows pulled together tightly when he gripped your arm so violently you whimpered in pain, trying your best to keep quiet, not wanting to show him any weakness.

You were so fucking done. You were done being pushed and pulled around by him. Done being controlled. Done with everything he’d ever put you through.

Your destroyed self-esteem.

Your inability to let people into your life.

Your constant fear of him lurking around every corner.

It was all his fault.

Your mind already made up that you weren’t going to take this lying down anymore. You weren’t going to wait for it to get better or for him to move on from him torturing you.

You were going to be your own goddamn hero.

Your hand connecting with his cheek with so much force behind it hurt your palm. His head snapping to the side from the impact, staying there momentarily before turning to face you. The deafening sound of your flesh slamming against his rung around you. The moment dripping with tension when he rubbed the side of his stubbled face. His jaw moving back and forth as his blue eyes darkened.

Any confidence you had seconds ago was quickly replaced with fear. The hand on your arm tightening like a boa constrictor. Pain shooting through your arm making you cry out. Your free hand desperately scratching at his, trying with everything in you to pry it off.

Your boots scuffing the ground trying to pull away from him, throwing all your body weight backward but it was pointless. He was twice your size and height. He was able to throw you so effortlessly against the brick wall.

You hit the exterior of the building face first. Your nose smashing against the brick so hard you heard a crunch. Yelling in pain as your eyes started watering. Blood pouring down your chin onto your white shirt.

You'd barely had time to register the fact your nose was broken when you felt Ryan's body pushed against your back, pinning you to the wall.

Panic, terror, regret- all running rampant through your brain as you screamed as loud as you could for help. Your hands hitting the wall you were pressed up against so hard you could feel your skin break open. Trying with everything in you to push hard enough to get him off you.

"You really don't know when to stop do you Y/N?" He sniggered from behind you. His hand brushing through your hair as he pressed his hips harder into you to stop your frantic attempt to escape him.

"Get the fuck off me!" You screamed as loud as you could. Your throat burning from how much you were yelling but it didn't seem to matter.

You really fucked up pulling him around the side of the building to tell him off and all you could think about was Harry was right.

You should have listened. You should have taken it more seriously, and now you're here with this fucking maniac and have no idea how to get away from him.

"Remember when you used to be such a good girl? Hmm?" He whispered behind you, lips touching your ear making you cringe away from him. Eyes closed, tears running down your face.

"I actually got bored with you for a while. You just listened so well, but this? No, this is great. We can go through all our little lessons again. You remember those, baby?"

Your eyes instantly snapped open. Mind reeling with all the things he'd done to you when you were married. That you let him do to you because you were married, justifying it in your mind as your "wifely duties".

"Ryan, stop!" You screamed louder than you thought was possible. Hands bleeding from how hard you were hitting the side of the building, legs trying to bend any way possible to kick him.

"Don't fucking move." He pressed his hand into the middle of your back, hard. Your shoulders aching from the position you were in.

You were starting to realize there was no way out of this. Your mind filled with anxiety and dread.

"When are you going to figure out that I own you? Hmm? You're mine and I'll do whatever I want to you." His voice sounded so pleased with himself. Like he was so happy to finally have you back in his complete control.

You wanted to puke. Tears rolling down your face as you sobbed. You wanted to get him off you. Wanted to go back into the party and hug your baby girl. Forget Ryan ever existed.

When his hand snaked around to the front of your jeans you lost it. Not ever wanting to go through this again.

"Stop! Stop!" You sobbed, trying to push his hands off you. Trying to crouch down to get away from him.

"I said don't fucking move." He grunted hand laced through your hair as he slammed your face into the wall again.

Your eyebrow splitting open from the impact. Vision darken for a second before flashes of tiny white fluttered through your line of sight. You groaned the second you felt more blood run down your face. Your hand coming up to wipe it away. Not even registering what else was going on around you. Feeling in a fog, your brain not seeming to put together things that were happening.

Until you heard it.

Heard her.

"Momma?" Her sweet voice rang out from the other side of the alleyway. Your head whipping around to her. Hoping it was some sort of hallucination but when you saw her running towards you, you knew you weren't that lucky.

"Thea, no! Run!" You screamed trying to push away from him and the wall. Trying to get to her and get her away from this.

She didn't listen, her tiny hands clasping around Ryan's arm, pulling with everything in her to get him away from you. Her cries for him to leave you alone broke your heart but when you felt the pressure off your back lift you really started to panic.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion.

His hand lifting off you.

Her pulling on him.

Ryan's hand swinging around him to push her away.

The sound of your baby hitting the ground is what snapped you out of it. Her hand covering her face. As her crying shrieks of pain pierced your soul.

You never want to hear that sound again.

It was only a second later when someone pushed Ryan off you. You heard them both hit the ground but you didn't pay any attention to what the hell was going on. Scrambling to pick Thea up and get her the hell away from him.

You scooped her up in your arms as she continued to cry. Her head buried in your blood covered shirt. Your arms tightening around her as you turned to run. Only glancing back once to see Harry on top of Ryan.

You couldn't stop to think about that though. Not right now. Not with Thea hurt.

"Call the police!" You snapped at Ellie as you ran past the desk. Her eyes widening as she saw the state of your face. Frantically picking up the phone and dialing 911 as fast as she could.

You bolted down the hallway, towards the meeting room where the party was supposed to be at. Grabbing your keys and purse. Leaving the meeting room only to run straight into Mitch's chest.

"What the fuck happened?" His arms clasping onto your arms, stopping you from running but you jerked away from him. Your eyes filling with tears, not wanting to be touched.

"Ryan." You breathed out. "Harry. Go get Harry."

"Where is he?" Mitch asked eyebrows pulled together, looking at Thea who had still not calmed down.

"What's going on?" Sarah asked, walking down the hallway with Mack following shortly behind her.

"With Ryan. Fuck, go get Harry. Out the side door. The police are coming." You started down the hallway, moving past everyone who kept trying to touch you, to stop you from leaving. Cringing away from all of them.

"Wait, Y/N, where are you going?" Mack tried to stop you, reaching out to touch your arm softly, making you swing around in your tracks.

"Don't fucking touch me!" You yelled, running down the hallway away from them. You didn't have time for this shit. You needed to get Thea out of here.

"Wait!" Sarah shouted after you. Trying her best to catch up to you as you ran out the front doors.

"Y/N, wait!" Mitch called out to you when the police cars started to pull up to the hotel. Harry rounding the corner to see you running with Thea to your car.

It didn't take him long to catch up to all of you. Sarah and Mitch trailing behind as Harry stood in front of your car.

"Don't do this." He said as you threw open your door. Pushing Thea inside from the driver seat. You chose to ignore him as you climbed into your car. Shutting and locking your door.

You had to get out of here. You had to make sure she was okay.

Your tear-filled eyes meeting his before starting your car. Hoping that maybe one day he'd forgive you for doing this.

But running was in your nature.

"Stop!" He yelled, hands hitting your car hood as you backed out of your parking spot. Flooring it down the road.

Tears and blood blurred your vision. You could feel your left eye throbbing, trying to close shut but you pushed through it. You had to get to a hospital to have her checked out.

She hadn't calmed down the whole time. Her cries and gasps for air were the only things you could hear anymore. You were hardly paying any attention to the road, constantly turning to see if she was okay.

Your mind ran with possibilities of things that could be wrong with her. She could have a broken bone, a concussion, any number of things wrong with her.

And you knew it'd be your fault.

"Baby?" You asked softly, eyes glancing over to Thea who had her knees pulled up to her chest, head buried in her hands.

"Thea?" You tried to be patient but you needed her to answer you. You needed to know she was okay.

"Theadora Skye. You answer me right now." You slammed on your breaks in the middle of the road. Turning to look at her, chest heaving, fearing the worst.

"Why'd he hit me?" She sobbed into her hands. Your heart breaking as you listened to her cry uncontrollably.

"I don't know." You sighed, staring off at the road. "But he'll never do it again."