#i wish someone would hold me and lovingly take care of me like I’m lovingly taking care of this kitten

[madigoround]

HATE that my body takes frustration and overwhelm and turns it into crying like how is this helping anything? Get it together body

[quirrrky]

KUROO—your husband, was happily washing the dishes and you're admiringly watching him with so much contentment in your heart.

Today’s his birthday, he changed a bit over the year. He looked more mature, yet as goofy as ever whistling while he rinsed the plate. Things seemed so mundane right now, but your heart was full. 

You wrapped your arms around him from behind, your cheek squished against the broad of his back and his scent filled you in comfort. His heart dropped several floors down feeling your warmth around him. If he wasn’t holding something, he’d immediately hug you back. 

Gone were the days when you both had extra time to celebrate outside. He had important things to do at work, and you had your fair share of tasks in the office too. Both of you were still even in your corporate clothes with him wearing the suit you gave him the last time. He ditched the coat off, leaving the gray vest on matched with the cute black cat on red tie, which was his favorite by the way. 

For tonight, you made arrangements at home, agreeing that he’d take care of setting up a little something in your dining room while you dialed in for a takeout to have his favorite food for delivery instead.  Now, he insisted to wash the dishes himself.

“I’m almost done,” Tetsu said, and you nuzzled closely against him, your embrace tightening. You clung to him like he's the most precious in this world, because he was...for this day, pfft. “You love me that much, huh?” he quipped, teasingly as usual.  

“I do,” you answered.  

It’s his birthday but it felt like you’re the one being blessed.  

A few years ago, you never thought that you’d have someone like him in your arms like this.  

For such a long time, the thought of being with someone was a faraway dream. There were countless nights when you’d cry yourself to sleep, wondering if there’s really someone for you out there. There were times when you wished you had a hand to grasp, arms that could wrap around you when you’re beat and tired. Someone who’d hold you close when you felt like giving up.  

You spent days gaslighting yourself with the thought that you might not end up happy in a relationship in the first place. All those times, you’re so close to giving up on love and finding it.  

Tetsurou turned around, facing you and enveloping you in his strong arms, he caressed your head and his eyes held so much love that you couldn’t explain. Everytime you looked at him you were reminded that dreams do come true.  

“Who would have thought that I’d have someone like you?” He said as if he was talking to himself.  

You smiled your tears away. You wanted to ask the heavens the same thing. Who would have thought that I’d have someone like him? 

Slowly, he started swaying you and you rested your head on his chest. There’s no music on, just the sound of his heart in your ear and the sound of your peaceful breathing harmonizing together in your empty apartment.  

It was so simple yet it’s everything you never thought you’d ask for. 

“Thank you...” you murmured.  

“For what?” he replied. 

“For being born.” For being in my life, for being one of the greatest wishes granted to me. There’s a lot you’d like to say but you kept it inside, avoiding being dramatic as it was his birthday after all. 

Tetsu sighed, “If any, I should be the most thankful,” he parted a little and lovingly caressed the top of your head. “Because I’m still alive and I still get to hold you close like this.” 

Kuroo didn’t have a solid idea of what love could be like. He didn’t even have a family that showed him how, but in your arms, he found the home his heart had been searching for all this time.  

He made many mistakes, broke many hearts and had his heart broken. Love existed only as a word for him until he met you and finally, he found someone who made that word something real, something he could finally believe in.  

He probed into your eyes, seeking even deeper into your soul. You tiptoed, face closing in on his. Whispering, he asked, “Would it be cheesy if I say that you’re the best gift of my life?” 

You chuckled and nodded your head in agreement. Silly, boy. Your silly boy.  

“I guess I’ll just kiss you then...” Your husband grinned and you both giggled like highschoolers. He nuzzled on your cheek, giving it a small kiss, which made you turn for him to capture your sweet lips.  

Tetsu had an arm around your waist and a hand cupping the back of your head, while you had your hands laced at his nape. He pulled your body close to his and dipped you back, kissing you deeply with such unbridled passion, intensity and love.  

Scooping you up, he carried you in bridal style and broke the kiss with a ridiculous question. 

“Can I unwrap my present now?” Birthday Boy asked with a cute pout. 

You were chuckling and playfully returned, “What present?” 

“The one in the pretty dress,” he replied with a mischievous grin. 

You laughed as he took you inside the bedroom and threw you in bed. Soon, a squeal and fits of laughter were heard from your room and you both wouldn't have it any other way.

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[noemilivv]

Request: You know that scene from The Show must go on with Charlie and Vaggie singing the reprise of "More Than Anything" On the night before the battle? Well can you do that but with Husk and his s/o with the two either singing or talking about how much has happened but they’ll always stand by each other’s side even if they’re freaking terrified about the outcome of it all and saying the word “I love you” for the first time in the process

ofc i can do that!! this is so cute and husk has my heart so haha

Warnings: Reader basically takes Angel’s place in this, Mentions of Drinking, Mentions of Death, Mentions of War

“More Than Anything”

“I guess you really have changed.” Husk said, giving you a soft smile.

“Hey.. Charlie said we could live tonight however we wanted.” You started, smiling back at him, “So pour me a fresh one, and let’s get to living!”

You watched as Husk crossed over to the other side of the bar to prepare your drink, you let out a dreamily sigh that felt like it was being held in forever.

Husk had only entered your life a few mere months ago, but you don’t think you’ve ever cared for someone so…lovingly.

Truth be told, you didn’t know how far this would go, if he even felt the same, hell, if you both even survived tomorrow. But you didn’t care.

When you were with Husk, it felt like you could be the weirdest, saddest, happiest, angriest, silliest, and most fucked up version of yourself without judgement. And…it was a little strange.

Hell wasn’t the kindest place to you, and neither was your life on Earth, but that didn’t matter.

Husk would be there to put all the broken pieces of your heart back together, sure, they were only binded by mere pieces of figurative glue or tape, but even with the most crappy materials that belonged in a kindergarten classroom, Husk would be able to put it together good as new.

After a short conversation with Husk, you went over to Charlie and hugged her, thanking her for everything the hotel has given you. It looked like she was about to cry right then and there.

While you were at it, you went over to Pentious, thanking him for being one of your closest friends while at the hotel, and wished him good luck in the battle, and good luck winning Cherri’s heart, patting him on the back before you left.

Then… you snuck off. You stood against the wall, feeling tears prick in your eyes, little did you know a certain cat approached you.

“You snuck away.” He stated. “What happened?” He asked, coming over to your side, leaning against the wall.

Neither of you made eye contact, instead you both just stared at the other side of the wall.

“I’m just so scared…” You mumble, your voice cracking, the water works spilling out of your eyes.

You wiped your eyes, trying to stop hiccups from escaping your lips, “What if we lose?”

Husk sighed, bitting his lip, he wasn’t ready to say this, but this could possibly be the last chance he had to do so, “Then at least I’ll die with you by my side.”

Your head whipped around to face him, surely you heard him wrong! “Huh? Wha— What do you mean?”

He took a breath in, turning to his body completely to face you, “I… I know this is sudden, but if I die tomorrow, if you die tomorrow, I need you to know that you made me a better man.” Husk said, looking into your eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“If tomorrow, one of us is gone, you need to know I love you more than anything.” Husk whispered, holding your face in his paws.

Your foreheads connected, feeling eachothers hot breath on your face, and all you could do, is lean in, and kiss the man who made you feel whole again.

[severelystrangewriter]

Drunk Confessions (Flufftober 2023 Day 14)

Pairing: keishin ukai x female reader

WC: 678

Warnings: nudity (nothing explicit they shower together), mdni

Summary: you take care of your drunk boyfriend after a night out

Note: ukai is a big ole softie in this so ooc i guess? idc i love him

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It was late at night on a Saturday and you were finishing grading your students’ quizzes when your front doorbell rang, startling you. You carefully padded to the door, not expecting company, and you checked the peephole before furrowing your brows. You opened the door to reveal your boyfriend Keishin Ukai standing there with a lazy grin on his face.

“Did you forget your key again?” You asked, letting him into your shared home. He had gone out with his friends for a drink, and judging by his somewhat clumsy gait, he might’ve drank a bit too much.

When you got the door closed, he wrapped your arms around your middle, bringing you to his chest.

“I wanna cuddle,” He declared.

“Let me finish grading these last few papers and I’m all yours,” You replied, causing him to huff.

“But I missed you,” Ukai pouted at you.

You giggled, “You saw me a few hours ago.”

“I always miss you,” He buried his nose into your hair and inhaled deeply, “You smell so good.”

“Well you need a shower,” You pointed out, wrinkling your nose at the smell of sweat and alcohol.

“Yeah, yeah,” He let go of you and took hold of your hand, “Join me?”

You knew you probably weren’t going to get that grading done tonight, not when he was looking at you with the most prettiest pout. He would probably keep pestering until you said yes.

“Well I guess someone has to make sure you don’t drown,” You agreed with a teasing smile.

And so you led your boyfriend to the bathroom where you quickly got the shower started, finding a comfortable temperature that you both liked. He undressed himself and got in, and you followed suit. You had already taken a shower so you focused solely on getting Ukai cleaned up. You helped him wash his hair, massaging his scalp the way he liked and he left featherlight caresses to your skin as you worked.

It wasn’t sexual, and you didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment as he gazed at you so lovingly, like you had hung the stars themselves. 

“Did you have fun?” You asked as you took a soapy washcloth and ran it over his chest.

He sighed at the feeling and nodded his head.

“I wish you could’ve come,” He said, and you cracked a smile. He was always so open and soft with you when he got like this. It was endearing.

“I’ll go next time,” You promised.

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise,” You held out your pinky to him, and he quickly circled his own around it. He then brought your hand closer to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

After he rinsed and dried off, you two made your way to the bedroom. He slipped under the cover and patted the space next to him as an invitation to join, which you did so happily.

A comfortable silence fell over you both and for a moment you thought he had already fallen asleep. It wouldn’t shock you, he’s been working hard balancing his time between you, work, and both volleyball team practices. It must be exhausting. 

“I can’t wait to marry you,” Ukai mumbled suddenly as he snuggled into you, causing you to blink in surprise.

“You want to marry me?” You repeated curiously. You had been dating for a bit, but this is the first time he’s even introduced the idea of marriage to you.

“Mhm,” He nodded and pressed a sleepy kiss to your neck, “My pretty little wife.”

Your heart fluttered at the confession. Even though he was drunk, you couldn’t help but feel like he meant it.

“And when we have kids, you’re gonna be the best mom.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at that. He wanted a family with you too? Before you could let your imagination run wild, your gaze softened as quiet snores finally fell from his lips, signaling he was asleep.

“I can’t wait to marry you too, Keishin,” You whispered back.

And you meant it.

[gingerjunhan]

xdinary heroes on valentines day

☆彡 happy Valentine’s Day everybody!! Sending you all so much love❣️

word count: 1019 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: eating, pet names (pretty, baby, beautiful), “the rizzness,” a single swear word, drinking, lmk if I missed something!

goo gunil

way too excited (pt. 1)

Gunil is pouring his love out to you in literally any way imaginable

like, look me in the eye and tell me this man wouldn’t put his jacket over a puddle for you to walk over 👁️👁️

fancy dinner

flowers

the works

it’s over the top in a romantic way, not in the decor and hearts type of way

“I love you every day, you know that right? Not just today.”

holding your hand across the table and looking lovingly into your eyes SISNSKSND hold me down

gets you an extravagant gift that you insist that he shouldn’t have gotten you but he literally does not care

showers you with compliments and affection 🫶🏻

he’s been planning this for weeks, it has to be perfect

he shows up at your door, flowers in hand

and when you open the door to greet him he just

melts

“You look… stunning.”

UGH GOO GUNIL ONE CHANCE 🧎🏻‍♀️

he can’t keep his eyes off of you

he’s head over heels, falling in love all over again

kim jungsu

Jungsu strikes me as the type to love love, so he’s so so so happy

he finally has an excuse (not that he needs one) to shower you with so much love and affection that you feel like you’ll be sick of him by the end of the day

really thoughtful date!!

if this is your first Valentine’s Day together, maybe he’ll take you back to the spot where you had your first date together 🥹

the sweetest softest boy ever!!

matching outfits are a must

“You look so pretty, baby!!”

the brightest smile when he looks at you

you know the one he gets when his eyes sparkle?

yeah, that one

keeps you close all day

like, don’t lift a finger because he’s doing everything for you

gotta show his baby how much he loves and appreciates them!

cheesy couples photos

cute gifts

lots of chocolate and sweets

Jungsu goes full out on Valentine’s Day and you can’t tell me I’m wrong

kwak jiseok

Jiseok is a little nervous because it has to be perfect

if he messes something up today, it’s over 💀

stresses the whole week beforehand to get everything planned

but when the day comes, it’s nothing short of perfection

dinner at your favorite place

a cute couples activity

like pottery painting or something

the smile never leaves his face

he feels so lucky to be spending this day with you, and he won’t let you forget that!

“I’m so glad we can do this together. I love you so much.”

sneaking kisses any time he can

and then giggling afterwards

he is at your every whim

you want ice cream? let’s go right now

getting out your wallet to pay for dinner? it’s on him

your wish is his command

Princess Treatment™️ all day for suuure

cute little gifts like a stuffed animal and some flowers or chocolates

at the end of the night, he lets you know how much fun he had!

god, he loves you so much he thinks he might explode 💥

oh seungmin

bro is cranking up the rizzness to levels you’ve never seen

the epitome of being a gentleman

fancy restaurant reservations

fancy outfit

hell, he probably bought you your outfit as a gift (your first of many today)

huge bouquet of flowers

if I could describe the evening in one word: expensive

bro is not cheaping out on this day

no no no

“Only the best for my baby.”

he PAMPERS you

soft gazes and gentle smiles

whispered praises whenever you get a moment alone

intertwined hands at any moment

if he doesn’t tell you he loved you or remind you how beautiful you are at least 10 times today he’s failed

multiple expensive gifts just because he can

someone help this poor man’s bank account

after your fancy date, things die down a bit

a relaxing evening at home

maybe a couple of drinks

face masks? why not

light some candles, pour some wine, and turn on a movie to finish up the evening

han hyeongjun

believe it or not, he’s feeling confident!!

it would be stereotypical, but the day would go smoothly

a sweet, handwritten card

a small bouquet of flowers

a box of chocolate

you can go to dinner if you want

or he could make you dinner! it’s up to you

I feel like Hyeongjun would shine in the gift department

like,, you are definitely getting something handmade!

he would make you a card out of crayons, construction paper, and glitter glue and you better LOVE IT 🫵🏻

sorry I got excited

he struggles a bit with showing affection, so he would use Valentine’s Day to make it up to you in a way?

does he follow the typical setup of the day? yes

but do either of you mind? no!

“I know it’s not much, but I just wanted to show you that I care about you.”

he sticks close by all day, trying his best to be a little more affectionate than normal

he would try to pack in the complements too

he tries his hardest, and it’s great!

overall, you have a really nice day full of love and thoughtful messages and gifts

lee jooyeon

way too excited (pt. 2)

cheesy decorations

giant teddy bear

rose petals

way too many candles

the works

he would definitely be the type to fill your bedroom with heart-shaped balloons and cover your bed with rose petals 💀

it’s cheesy, but he doesn’t care because he loves you

gives you all the sweet little treats a person could ask for

he would attempt (keyword: “attempt”) to bake you a cake

it’s the thought that counts, right? 🫶🏻

he gives me stay-at-home date vibes!

all your favorite snacks and candies are laid out for you, and your favorite movie/show is already cued up for you to watch

“I got all of my favorite person’s favorite things!”

he’s clinging to you

like, you might as well be wearing the same shirt

it’s a very chill evening full of sweet kisses, warm hugs, and lots of love 🫶🏻

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

[ciggarettesoutthewindow]

Hoodie//Human Jake Sully x fem! reader

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summary: Jake comes back home after a rough day to your shared apartment to find you rocking out in his very well-loved hoodie

warnings: nothing but fluff, established relationship, Jake being a tease

*crds to simkaswritings for this idea!!*

based off this song 🤭🤭

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Jake sighed, wheeling his way down the alley to his apartment, he had a rough day and he just wanted to cuddle with his partner and unwind

He wheeled his way up to the welcome mat picked by you, he wasn’t the biggest fan of it as it was colorful and floral, but he tolerated it cause it gave a sense of life to his bare and dull flat

As he took the keys out of his backpack, he heard muffled music resonate from inside the flat

His brows knitted together as he listened more, he heard the sound of you singing and laughing

His heart swelled as he huffed an amused laugh

He fished for the key and quietly made his way into the apartment, making sure not to ruin the moment of seeing you let loose once in a while

You were always such a hard worker, barely taking breaks, and he’s so glad he finally got to see you having fun

He wheeled further into the apartment, setting the keys into the basket by the door, and setting his backpack down

He began following the sound of the music and quietly rolled into the doorway, parking himself as he watched you dance and sing

You had one leg propped on the coffee table, broom in hand as you used it as a mic

You twirled around, the hoodie of Jakes you were wearing went down to your thighs

He propped his head on his hand as he grinned, you looked so alive in his hoodie, his favorite hoodie that had been through so much

The sleeves were frayed, small little holes, small stains, and cigarette burns littered the dark grey hoodie, the strings barely holding on for dear life, and the zipper was broken in the front, in dire need of a replacement

“I’m still rocking your hoodie and chewing on the strings”

“It makes me think about you so I wear it when I sleep”

“I kept the broken zipper and cigarette burns”

“Still rocking your hoodie, baby, even though it hurts”

“Still rocking your…”

You continued to dance until you turned and saw Jake looking at you lovingly

You stopped, frozen as your face heated up in a dark shade of red

You hurriedly turned the song off, straightening yourself up

“How much of that did you see..?”, you mumbled, your lips quirking up into a nervous smile

Jake chuckled, “Enough to see my girl dancing around in my hoodie.”, he cracked

“Which- by the way- you looking smoking hot in…maybe I should see you in it more often baby girl, huh? What do you think?”, he smirked, a smug look on his face, as he leaned back into his wheelchair

You groaned, hiding your face in the hood, pulling the strings so he couldn’t see how red your face was and you biting your lip to keep from smiling

He grabbed your waist, pulling you into his lap. You squealed, laughing as he tickled you

“Jake!…ha ha ha ha!! I can’t!-“, you wheezed

“You can’t what? Hmm?”, tickling you even more, causing you to throw your head back, squirming in his grip

“I can’t- I can’t breathe!!”, you cried, out of breath from laughing

Jake laughed, pulling the hood from your face, moving your hair out of your face

You stopped laughing, taking some deep breaths

You looked at him, a large grin on your face, your eyes crinkled at the corners

He huffed, shaking his head

Your cheeks were red from laughing, giving you a rosy look which caused butterflies in Jake’s stomach

“You’re so gorgeous sweetheart…”, he said softly, flashing a toothy grin

He pulled you closer to him, sighing as he caressed your cheek

“How did someone like me end up with someone as breathtakingly beautiful as you..?”, he whispered

He wished that you would find someone who was able to take care of you better than he could, but you stayed, damn persistent about it too

“It was the hoodie”, you recalled, reminiscing as you played with the hem of the hoodie, “Remember? It was on Christmas at the park and I was cold and you noticed, loaned me your hoodie 'cause I forgot mine at home?”

Jake grabbed your hand, squeezing it, “Mhm…and then you spilt coffee on it cause some jackass bumped into you and you started freaking out even though I told you it was fine?”, he snorted

You scoffed, the corners of your mouth quirking up as you glanced down at that coffee stain.

No matter how many times Jake washed the damn hoodie that stain wouldn't come out

“Even offered to get it dry cleaned too! But nooooooooooooo…..”, gesturing your hands in a surrendering position

You looked back up at Jake whose eyes were boring into you, combing every inch of your face, taking in all the parts he cherished

He suddenly pulled you in and kissed you, holding the back of your head, caressing the small of your back

You reached your hands up, running your fingers through his hair, pulling a soft groan from him

A smiled danced at your lips, you broke from the kiss, placing a quick one on the tip of his nose

The look of pure love and loyalty that radiated from his eyes was enough to make a grown man weep, you were completely and utterly his muse

You wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your forehead against his

“But even after all these years…I’m still rocking your hoodie”

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IM ACTUALLY ABOUT TO START CRYING YALL I LOVED THIS IDEA SM💀😭

[theladyofdeath]

Lady Death's Lover {Prologue}

19th Century Period AU Nesta x Cassian Secret Affair / Enemies to Lovers / Forbidden Romance Fanfiction / Characters from Sarah J Maas Based on a prompt sent in by anonymous

Summary: Nesta Archeron has been married off to Tomas Mandray to secure a comfortable future for her father and sisters. Although grateful to be wed, Nesta holds no love for her husband. Lost in a state of depression, she meets her husband's newest business partner and can't seem to stay away.

A/N: New story alert! You know I love a good period piece. Please note the trigger warnings for each chapter. This story deals with some pretty heavy topics. Chapters will be posted twice a week, on Tuesdays and Fridays! I hope you all enjoy. :)

TW: marital abuse, sexual content, language, depression

This story is for readers 18+. Mature readers only. Content should not be read by anyone under 18.

My Dearest Sisters,

I cannot be more grateful. Tomas is a dream and I am more blessed than I ever thought imaginable. Although I am not yet with child, Tomas and I grow nearer every day. It is only a matter of time before we find our family growing and I simply cannot wait for that day to come.

My summer is looking quite full. I am not certain when I will be able to visit. I am scheduled to host a ball in a matter of weeks, and being a woman that runs a household is a chore in itself. There is always something to do, always someone that needs something, always a fire that must be put out. 

I think of you both often. I hope that my marriage has brought you both comforts that we did not have before. Tomas promises that he sends aid each week and knowing that you both are well taken care of brings me much joy. How is Father? He does not write, and I do not blame him. We never did get along, and even now, I’m not sure if I’d truly like to hear from him. Nonetheless, I hope he is well and his leg is not causing him too much trouble. If he is doing poorly, please let me know so that I may help. 

Feyre, I hope that you have ceased contact with Isaac Hale. We all know the rumors surrounding him, and he is not good enough for you. I hope you do not find that cruel. I only care for you and your reputation. With the help of Tomas’ aid, you can find a husband that is a gentleman — someone who does not take you for granted, someone who can provide for you like father has not been able to. Take care of yourself. Respect yourself. Wait for a man to come along who can give you the world.

Elain, how is Graysen? I know how the two of you would stare into each other’s eyes lovingly, but the last few letters have lacked any mention of him. I hope he has not broken your heart. If he has, I vow to travel these agonizing miles and see to it myself. Please be certain that he cherishes you. If he does not, you are free to reject him. Money is no longer an issue and you do not have to do anything you do not wish to do. 

I love you both dearly and hope you are doing well. Please write back with any news. I think of you both every day and long for the day that I will wrap you both in my arms.

Love always,

Nesta 

I stare at the letter before me as the ink dries on the parchment.

I read it once, then twice, three times to be sure I have left nothing out. 

The truth is this: I have left out a million things. I have left out my misery, my anguish, my everyday pain. I have ignored the truth of my own life and have asked after the lives of my sisters. Yes, the letter lacks depth, but I have always lacked depth. There is no use in starting now.

Once I sign my name at the bottom, I fold up the letter and seal it with wax. 

I wish it was longer.

I wish it held all the words that I cannot seem to say.

I wish it held the truth. 

I give the letter to my lady’s maid.

She smiles as she takes it, thinking it’s the world’s greatest honor to be delivering a piece of my mail. 

Little does she know that the letter truly means nothing.

Our lives here mean nothing. 

Maybe she doesn’t mind the nothingness, doesn’t mind the irrelevant place she holds in my husband’s household. Do not get me wrong — I adore my lady’s maid, but I do not deserve her. I do not truly need her. 

I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

At least, that is what I thought before I married Tomas Mandray.

Now, I am nothing more than his wife, nothing more than a trophy on a pedestal to be ogled over by the ton. Yet, I cannot be angry at this life that I have been given. I cannot regret my place in society.

My family is taken care of.

My sisters are promised great futures.

My father has not drowned in ruin.

And I am a lady, the wife of a lord.

Too bad that is all that I am.

I am a lady, and nothing more. 

[kittonik]

Those eyes.

★ pairing: cody rhodes x fem!reader

★ genre: fluff

★ word count: 535 (short sorry ik😭)

i apologise in advance for this train wreck, this is my first time writing any sort of fanfiction and open for suggestions moving forward <33

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You sat down at the café table by the large window looking out onto the streets. You saw couples walking together holding hands and laughing, staring into each others eyes lovingly. You sighed. “One day I wish someone looked at me like that.” You mumbled underneath your breath. You grew tired of feeling lonely from looking out the window so you put your focus onto the walls of the café fascinated  by the different types of paintings hung up on the walls. 

That’s when your eyes landed on him. He was staring at you. Intensely. You stared back trying to figure out what was going on behind those deep blue eyes that seemed to sparkle from the light coming in from the window above. You could feel yourself slowly drifting away getting lost in his eyes, they were so pretty. Were they hypnotising you somehow? He probably thought this was just a fun staring contest.  You could see his mouth move into a playful smirk, which lead you to study his whole face. 

“Wow he’s actually really hot.” You thought to yourself, your mind wandering off imaging other explicit things. Forgetting that you were still quite literally staring into his soul. You could feel your cheeks burning and you finally snapped out of it looking away from the handsome mysterious man, who still seemed to keep his eyes on you. 

While you gazed out the window again you felt a finger tapping you on your shoulder. You turned towards the place you were tapped jumping a little seeing how close  this guy was standing beside you. 

“Oh,” he let out a little pity laugh. “Didn’t mean you scare you a little.” His voice was deep and a little raspy. He gave a quick genuine smile, and you noticed how perfect his teeth was. 

“I just wanted to say how absolutely beautiful you are.”

You stared into his eyes quickly pulling away seeming overwhelmed as you blushed again, turning your focus down onto your hands playing with your rings. You could still feel his eyes on you. 

You took a short breathe and mustered up the courage to look him back in his beautiful eyes.

“Thank you, that means a lot to me” You say with a smile playing at your lips. “You’re really handsome yourself might I say. My name is y/n, would you care to sit?” 

“I’m Cody, lovely to meet you miss y/n. I’d love to sit, who would ever pass up on an offer to sit with such a stunning girl like you?” Cody winked and took a seat opposite you, admiring you, he knew there was something beautiful that was going to come out of this. 

“Before we take this conversation any further,” you quickly spoke, his ocean eyes staring at your curiously. “Who would win batman or superman?” You said in a sarcastic like tone. 

He let out a cute little chuckle. This man was perfect and yet you hardly even knew him, but hopefully that would change. He had a comforting aura about him, like he’d be perfect to cuddle up with on a freezing day. 

Cody stared at you and smiled, “I mean the quite obvious answer is-“

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i didn’t know how to end this shit so yeah i’m sorry lmfaoo. actually like criticise the shit out of this i was going to write smut but i didn’t want to drop something slutty as my first post yk 😍😍 i’m like new to this stuff and it’s like 2am but my love for cody is strong 💪‼️ anyways tysm ily pls pls pls give suggestions and stuff, thank you sweethearts ❤️

[mpreg-nation]

THIS IS A KINK BLOG. If you are under 18, you are not supposed to be here.

Previous URL: Empragnus, switched over to a primary account for roleplaying/organization.

About me: This is going to be mostly an Mpreg fetish blog, but I may post or reblog content fantasizing about parenthood as well . I do NOT sexualize children or babies. Making and caring for babies with my adult partner are both part of the fantasy contained here for me. I am turned on by the idea of getting my partner pregnant and watching him give birth, but completely asexually enamored with the idea of everything that proceeds that.

More about me under the cut.

Call me Johnny. I’m male, in my late 20’s, gay, married but not monogamous. I am making this blog because of a dream I had recently that my husband was pregnant with my child and it made me feel emotions I can’t even explain. I have been so disgustingly affectionate toward him ever since. I haven’t been able to keep my hands off of his tummy; I just start rubbing it every time we’re alone together. He doesn’t seem to mind, he thinks I’m being playfully affectionate—says he feels like one of our cats when I do it, but he doesn’t realize I’m imagining our baby curled up inside the soft fuzzy round of his belly. I’m a little sad that it’s never going to be a reality. I’m a little ashamed, he doesn’t know I have an impregnation/breeding/pregnancy/mpreg/labor/birth kink and I never mention it (it’s weird, I think, to be a gay man and want to get someone pregnant this badly, especially since I don’t realistically want children in real life).

I just want to put a baby in a beautiful sensitive man, watch his tummy stretch and grow, dote on him, kiss and rub his baby bump, go out to get him whatever he’s craving at any time of day or night, put my hands on him in amazement when he tells me the baby is kicking, watch him struggle to move around with the weight of my child inside him, see him panting and flushed in labor, hold his hand and lovingly encourage him through the pain of giving birth, and see him in tears, overcome with emotion upon holding our baby for the first time. To be overwhelmed and exhausted by early parenthood, bottles, diapers, and sleepless nights, but content, in love, and proud of ourselves for creating something so special together. Seeing my husband like this in my dream has made me realize how badly I wish this could all be a reality, and I hope making this blog helps satisfy some of that yearning.

Roleplay: I have never roleplayed on Tumblr before, but I would like to find a partner to do so with here. I would strongly prefer to play the impregnator/partner to the carrier, but I can be flexible. It goes without saying but trans men are men and I would be just as eager to roleplay with a trans carrier as I would with a cis carrier. I mostly like mpreg, but I would be open to roleplaying fpreg with the right partner.

My tastes are fairly vanilla as far as roleplay goes. I may also write some "fanfiction" (or rather, just fiction) about my fantasies.

My preferences are under the cut!

Happy to get to know you fellow baby daddies and baby mamas.

Hard Yes's (I will be happy to roleplay these):

Impregnation/creampie

Morning sickness

Kicking/feeling movement

Stretch marks

Hairy bellies

Belly rubs

Talking to/kissing tummy

Assorted pregnancy fluff (late night cravings, choosing names, ultrasounds, painting baby rooms, etc.)

Pregnant sex

Sex-induced labor

Preterm birth

Past-due birth

Labor/contractions

Water breaking

Hospital birth

Home birth

Unmedicated birth

Pushing/crowning

Anal birth

Vaginal birth

Singleton birth

Various birth fluff (Hand-squeezing, encouragement through contractions/pushing, crying from pain turning into crying with joy, etc.)

Early parenthood (Taking baby home, caring for newborn, doting over newborn, sleepless nights, etc.)

Soft Yes's (if this is your preference, I will not object):

Other omegaverse concepts (heat, rut, knotting, pheromones, etc.)

Unsuccessfully trying to conceive

Twin birth

Lactation/breastfeeding

Medicated birth

Water birth

Weight gain

Cesarean birth

Breech birth

BDSM

Polyamory

Surrogacy

Soft No's (not interested, but I could be convinced):

Egg laying

Public birth

Spontaneous pregnancy/birth

Birth denial

Animal birth

Alien/monster pregnancy

Permanent pregnancy

Rapid pregnancy

Triplet+ birth

Vore

Unbirth

Stuffing/Inflation

Unwanted pregnancy

Pee

Hucow/anthro/furry

Hyperpregnancy (unrealistically large bellies)

Penis birth

Hard No's (Do not ask me to roleplay these):

Rape/Noncon

Incest

Pedophilia

Abortion (I am pro-choice, I simply do not want to roleplay this.)

Scat

Gratuitous violence/assault

Murder

[memoriapraeteritorumbonorum]

Waiting

Author's note: Something a little different for once. I've been going thru it lately and wanted to share a bit of the writing that came out of it :)

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I’m just waiting for it to rain. Desperately.  

I want it to drown me. I wish for it to drown me all at once. 

I want to choke and squirm in its grip, but it won’t come to grab me. 

For I am not sure how much longer I will be able to withstand the pressure. 

Hands seem to grasp at me, left and right, pulling me into every direction under the sun. I can feel the pain in my head from where my hair is being pulled. Hair that I try to care for so lovingly, now tangled and limp. I can feel it around my neck, like a heavy iron cast being sealed into place for good, hindering me to speak up when I most desire to, hindering me to raise my head to look up at the sky. 

What difference would it make, I think to myself, it’s grey anyway. 

I can feel it in my eyes, where someone casts their palm over my face as to keep me shunned. I find myself praying they will just wipe my tears instead. That they will gaze upon me without malicious intent. But my visage is cold, never-ending streams of salt all dried up like a mask on my skin. Skin that seems to have forgotten the gentle caress of someone who harbours genuine sentiments. 

I can feel it on my shoulders. I wish I could scream, beg them to consider my physical strength — I cannot endure the weight. I will break. 

For the love of God, I will break.

I can feel it all over my back. Hunched over as I sit, trying to protect whatever part of me is still intact. Desperately shielding it from the world. 

I want to believe in miracles. There is good in this world, there has to be. I will only make it worse if I succumb to the pain. If I give in and let it devour me like vultures that have been preying long enough. Sometimes, I catch myself thinking about letting them have me. About their pointy beaks breaking my dried up skin. I wonder how painful it must feel, only for it to dawn on me that I probably wouldn’t feel anything, disfigured and drained as I am. 

I am unsure what it is I am holding out for, exactly. 

I lie awake at night, thoughts of death eating away at my insides until my heart cannot take it anymore. 

I want to be held. But whenever I am, I am horrified to realize that these thoughts do not vanish into nothingness the second I bury my face into your chest. 

Nobody ever taught me how to live like this. Nobody ever taught me what to do when confronted with death. What to do when nothing seems to quench its thirst, when everything leaves you bleeding with loneliness — the blood streaming through my veins is cold. I wonder how long it will take for me to freeze up from the inside. For me to cease to feel anything. 

How am I supposed to navigate with a compass that points anywhere but north? How am I supposed to stand up straight and look people in the eye, when every fiber of my being yearns for the chance not to be perceived. To be left alone in darkness, though secretly hoping someone out there detects my anguished screaming disguised as a radiant smile. 

I’m just waiting for it to rain. Desperately.  

I want it to drown me. I wish for it to drown me all at once. 

I want to choke and squirm in its grip, but it won’t come to grab me. 

[arwenkenobi48]

“Ugh…fucking insomnia…” I mumbled, rolling over in bed for the millionth time. “I cannot sleep.” “Well…” Enmu smiled deviously. “I can help with that-“ “No, that won’t be necessary.” I quickly interrupted him. “Aww, why not? You want to sleep, don’t you?” “Hard pass, Enmu, I don’t trust you not to give me nightmares.” I insisted, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips.

“I don’t even have to,” he replied. “Your subconscious seems to have an unlimited supply. But tell me, why are they always so…agonising around Christmastime?”

[Warning: grief, pet loss, trauma, death, brief mention of abuse]

I felt a lump form in my throat hearing those words. “I just miss my bearded dragon…” I whispered sadly. “I miss her so much. I wish she’d lived longer, Enmu. We should’ve been able to spend more time together…” “Oh, there there, darling. I…I didn’t mean to invoke unpleasant memories.” Enmu’s demeanour immediately changed. His soft hands gently wrapped around me, rubbing my shoulders in a comforting gesture.

“Shhh, it’s alright. I’m sorry you had to go through that. Especially around this time of year. It must feel very lonely.” All I could do was nod weakly as I hugged him. “Darling, would a sweet dream tonight help you?” Enmu asked sincerely. “I can do that for you. And you won’t feel any lingering pain when you awaken. How does that sound?”

I mulled it over for a minute. “You promise not to turn it into a nightmare?” “Of course. You’ve already had more than enough of those to deal with. It’s about time for a little change of pace, don’t you agree? Now, my sweet boy needs his beauty rest and some peaceful, happy dreams.”

Hearing him say that made me realise just how tired I was. A long yawn escaped my mouth as I curled up in bed. “There we go, just get nice and comfy for me,” Enmu smiled. “You’re going to have such a wonderful dream.”

With a wave of his hand and a gentle whisper, I felt sleep envelope me…

I found myself in a beautiful room with a gothic aesthetic. A light rain pattered gently outside the window and the vinyl flooring was pleasantly cool beneath my feet. Taking in my surroundings, I heard a sort of scuttling noise, like someone tapping rapidly on a glass panel. My heart skipped a beat. A smile spread across my face. I’d heard that beautiful sound before.

Turning around, I saw a large terrarium, illuminated by a golden light. Resting on a ledge of rock with her little claws pressed against the glass sliding door was my sweet stumpy-tailed friend. Her orange, samosa-shaped head turned to look at me and she gave me a little wave.

Tears of joy filled my eyes as I opened the door to the terrarium. “Oh, Paprika! Is it really you?” She practically jumped into my arms and I held her close as if she was my own child. “Paprika, I’ve missed you so…” As if she understood, the little bearded dragon nuzzled my shoulder affectionately. She seemed to recognise me even more than when I was a teenager.

I’d been a different person back then. Hell, I hadn’t even been a person at all. Just a scared, abused 14 year old who wasn’t allowed to be who he was. But now that I was free to be myself as an adult, Paprika seemed to pick up on that. I’d never seen her looking so happy before. Nonetheless, a twinge of guilt still nagged at me.

“Paprika, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you when you were sick. I’m sorry I couldn’t take care of you. Can you ever forgive me?” Paprika’s little golden eyes gazed into mine. She cocked her head to one side and seemed to smile understandingly. She bobbed her head up and down in an affirmative manner. “Ezra, there’s nothing to forgive. You weren’t safe in that house. What happened to me wasn’t your fault. You did your best. I’ll always appreciate that.”

Even though her mouth didn’t move, I somehow knew that that’s what she was saying. I stroked her spiky back lovingly. “Thank you…” I whispered, holding her close once again. It was then that I noticed a bowl on a nearby table. It was full of Paprika’s favourite salad. “Oh, look! It’s fresh rocket, made just the way you like it!” I grabbed a handful and held it up to her mouth. Paprika chomped down on the vegetables with relish.

“Superb, absolutely delightful.” She made a little noise that sounded like a cross between a sneeze and a burp. “Ooh, excuse me.” I couldn’t help but chuckle as I gently petted the top of her head. “Paprika? We’ll see each other again, right?” She nodded happily. “Of course we will. Don’t you worry about me, Ezra. You’ve done more than enough to honour my memory. You’ve just gotta live your life and take each day as it comes. Don’t be afraid to embrace new beginnings. I’ll always have a special place in your heart.”

“I know.” I smiled, hugging her again. “I love you so much, my dear little friend.” Her tiny claws hugged my shoulder. “I love you too, man. Keep your chin up for me, yeah? I’m always gonna be with you. Always….”

*POV switch*

Ezra lay curled up in bed, hugging one of his many stuffed animals and smiling in his sleep. Joyful tears glistened on his flushed cheek. “I love you…” he murmured drowsily. I could tell he definitely needed this dream.

Most people who want good dreams from me use them as a means of escape. But that’s not what Ezra needed. He needed a dream that would give him the courage to keep going and that’s exactly what I gave him.

Gently brushing a lock of bluish hair away from his face, I placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “Sweet dreams, dear Ezra.” Satisfied with my handiwork, I quietly left the room. All he needed for now was to sleep and stay in his healing dream until morning arrived. And when he did, his loved ones would all be there for him…and so will I.

[sweet-honey-fruit]

Genshin Characters with Injured Reader

Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort (?) possibly

Warnings: Use of pet names. Strong language. Descriptions and mentions of blood/injury (nothing life threatening). Spoilers for Scaramouche’s story. Slightly suggestive for Venti’s, lmao sorry im biased.

Inspired by me being flung into a fence and scratching up my legs. How? Don’t ask, it’s embarrassing. I’m rewriting this cause TUMBLR DECIDED TO DELETE MY. FIRST. DRAFT. Also please note that i am very out of practice with writing. These characters may seem OOC but i promise you im trying my best to make them canon djnfjnds. Any feedback is greatly appreciated! I aim to get better to provide you all with high quality content. Let me know if you guys would like a part two!

Childe

Upon seeing you walking in with scratched up knees and hands, he’s secretly on high alert.

He hides it with his usual laid back and child-like persona

“Well well, what do we have here? Is my lovely babe injured? Come here, let me take care of you.” While giving you a cocky smile.

It doesn’t matter how much you protest, he’s going to bandage and clean them up

“Childe please, I’m not a toddler, I can take care of it myself.”

“I’m well aware that you can, but would you even get around to it?”

As he’s putting a bandage on them, he’ll ask you what happened.

“Would you like to tell me what happened? Oh- you fell? Was there anyone around? Why am I asking that question? What, am I not allowed to be curious” Cue him putting his hands on his hips while pouting

Childe doesn’t show it, but he’s highly paranoid about your safety anytime you’re not around him or someone he trusts.

The Fatui has a lot of enemies, especially him. He’s a bloodthirsty Harbinger, and the most front and center member of the Fatui to the public eye. Meaning you are also on display.

And while the mere mention of his name makes people fearful and tremble, there are a handful who simply don’t care and wish to hurt him with any means necessary.

So anytime you come back with something as small as a scratch, he instantly thinks it’s someone trying to get to him by going through you.

If it was an incident of you being clumsy and falling, he’ll lovingly lecture you about how you should be more careful while holding you close, mentally thanking the Tsarista that it wasn’t anyone targeting you.

But if it was someone, either on accident or on purpose.

Hahaha, pray for them

It’s better to be up front and tell him the truth, otherwise he won’t leave you alone till you tell him who and what happened. He knows when you’re lying. It’s a keen skill to have in his line of work.

While he admires that you’re trying to cover for someone, he admires getting revenge on your behalf way more.

He will interrogate you until you tell him who it was that dared put there hands on you.

But don’t worry, it won’t be like the interrogations he does for the Fatui, he loves you too much to do that. It’ll seem like a casual conversation.

He’ll act like he drops the subject before brewing you a cup of tea, giving you your favorite snack, and holding you close while you two talk.

He’ll get you to tell him who it was through a seemingly normal conversation. He’s good at doing that.

He won’t stop the conversation till he gets the answers he was looking for. Not that he would want to anyway, he absolutely adores talking to you. So really, it’s an added bonus.

Chongyun

Oh Chongyun, my sweet, sweet boy Chongyun

This man is instantly worrying

“What happened?! Are you okay?! Was it a demon?! Tell me where it is and I’ll take care of it. I’ll make sure it never touches you again!”

That last sentence is low key terrifying to you

Please reassure him that you’re okay and that it wasn’t a demon. It was just you being clumsy, that’s all!

He has to walk away for a moment and eat a popsicle to calm himself down before his Yang energy acts up.

Once he has calmed down, he’ll come back to you and sit you down to take care of you.

He’ll carefully clean it for you before bringing up a spray bottle

“I bought this in case either of us were in need of first aid. Baizhu said that it’s a no sting disinfectant spray.”

He sprays it. And it stings lmao.

“OW THAT HURTS YOU FUCKING LIAR”

“Ah! Wait I’m sorry, please! I promise he told me that it wasn’t supposed to burn!”

He’s instantly hugging you tightly while apologizing

“No Chongyun it’s okay, I’m sorry I didn’t mean that, I was just surprised.”

It’s a disaster lmao. He’s still mumbling apologies.

He has to eat a popsicle again fjjdr

He wants you to double, triple, quadruple confirm that it wasn’t a demon once you’re all cleaned up and bandaged

“Are you su-“

“Yes Chongyun, I’m positive! It was of my own clumsy volition to trip down the stairs.”

Once he’s finally calmed down and pushed away the thought that it was a demonic attack, he’s holding you close while carefully tracing the bandage

“Please, my dear, be more careful. I don’t want any harm to come to you.”

Scaramouche

As you walk in through the door with blood pouring down your head and legs, this man just stares at you

His eyes follow your every movement as you’re limping towards the kitchen to get the first aid kit

He doesn’t make a move, he’s just watching you, as if he’s analyzing you

It isn’t until you’re hissing in pain trying to get the first aid kit does he finally stand up and go towards you.

“Sit.”

“No, Scara, it’s fi-“

“I said sit” He pulls out a chair and pushes you to sit down in it. You don’t dare protest with the look that he’s giving you.

He huffs as he pulls out an alcoholic wipe to clean up your wounds, not caring about the hisses, whines, and protests your spewing out

“Quit your whining. What the hell happened to you?”

He won’t show it, but he’s concerned. He low key has the same fear that Childe has. Being an ex Fatui Harbinger doesn’t come without its dangers. Not only does he have enemies from being a Harbinger, but he has enemies within the Fatui as well since he took the Electro Archons Gnosis for himself.

But once you tell him that you just fell down the concrete stairs in Inazuma City, he’s scoffing at you

“How can you be so pathetic and clumsy?!”

He says as he forcefully pulls you into a hug

Don’t take anything he says too serious. He cares about you deeply and can only express it through tough love.

“Dont-…don’t do that every again.”

He won’t let you leave the house for a while after. Unlike Childe, he lets his paranoia take over just a little bit.

It’ll take some time to let you get back out of the house, but that doesn’t mean he’ll leave you 100% alone.

Venti

This man saw the accident happen first hand. He was playing his lyre in the courtyard of the cathedral. You just came back from your commissions and decided to go watch his performance. As you were walking around the crowd to get a better look at him, you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings. You guys made eye contact and he gave you his brightest smile. You were too focused on how elegantly he played and how adorable he looked that you didn’t notice the concrete pillar in front of you. As you smiled back and gave him a little wave, you comedically ran into the pillar

The anemo archon immediately stopped playing and ran over to you

“Windblume?! Are you okay?”

You rub your head, feeling the warm blood that’s gushing out of the cut along your temple

This man is instantly all over you, cupping your cheeks, checking you over for anything else before grabbing your hand and leading you back home

He’s thoroughly cleaning it while lightly scolding you

“As much as I admire you watching me perform, I want you to do so while standing in place next time.”

Once he makes sure youre 100% okay, he will flirt and tease you, that’s just how he is by nature

“Although, my precious Windblume, if you wished for my attention, all you had to do was ask. There was no need to go about such drastic measures.”

“Venti, I wasn’t-“

He’s putting a hand up to your lips while shushing you

“Now now Windblume, why don’t I show you how much worship this bard has to offer”

And who are you to say no to that 😏

Either way though, he’s going to cling onto you for a while to make sure you don’t hurt yourself further

He’s slightly scared you’ll injure yourself in a more serious manner

Can’t really blame him though. You’re the only one that saw him for him, even after finding out he was Lord Barbatos himself. You worship him as a mortal, not as an archon and he holds you dearly because of that.

You’re the only one he has truly ever loved in all his years of living. He just doesn’t want to have another Nameless Bard incident with you.

Please reassure him that nothing will happen to you. Please hold him close. In times of you getting hurt, he is in need of more comfort than you since his imagination loves to run wild.

He doesn’t have to worry for long. He’s the anemo archon, he realized. He forgets he is sometimes since he gets so wrapped up in his mortal façade. As the anemo archon, he can always have an eye on you with just the slightest breeze.

He gives you a soft kiss on the lips before dragging you to Angels Share for a drink or two in order to lighten the mood.

Xiao

Xiao is a little bit like Scaramouche, only more understanding and visibly caring.

He’ll scoff at you and roll his eyes all the while he’s checking up on you and making sure that youre okay

“I can’t believe you managed to get yourself injured. You mortals are so fragile….Are you hurt anywhere else? Who did this to you? Why didnt you call my name?”

It takes some convincing that “no, no one did this to me”, “no, I’m okay”, and “No, im not going to call your name over something as minor as a cut on my arm.”

He doesn’t buy the last statement. It doesn’t matter how big or small the situation or injury is, he wants you to call his name. He wants to know that youre able to rely on him.

Why did he have to date such a stubborn individual?

He keeps you in his lap and kisses your head while gently holding your injured arm.

He’s not one for physical touch most of the time, only when you’re hurt.

You joked about that one time and it didnt go well

“Wow. If I knew I would get cuddles and kisses like this, then I should get hurt more often.”

The look he gave was enough to shut you up and instantly retract your statement.

He’s stern while lecturing you. Practically demands that you call his name next time, even if it was just you tripping over a tree branch.

With anyone else, it would be annoying to have his name called out all the time. But if it’s from you? It’s a relief. Cause he knows that he’s protecting you.

This man has seen a thing or two, he knows the horrors the are out there that everyone else seems to be ignorant to.

If he could permanently stay by your side then he would, but he knows that’s not possible.

Yet it’s refreshing to know he’s only one shout away.

Please call his name when something happens, even if it’s only you stumbling a bit. He feels relieved to know he can be there for you so quickly for anything.

[hadesrise]

𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞 𝗨𝗣 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞. based on ‘break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored’ by ariana grande. again.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. dick grayson x male reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. cheating, strong language, reader’s a dick, NSFW, top!reader, bottom!dick, barbara’s a little bitch, bat siblings being cool with dick cheating, everyone practically bashing barbara and bruce, mention of murder, getting caught, biting, implied masochism, implied blood kink, choking, possessiveness, use of vibrator in public, riding, a bunch of fluff

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. i kinda dislike barbara for cheating on dick with bruce and having a baby with him so if you like her, this ain’t for you 💀 also just a reminder, whatever happens DO NOT tolerate or encourage someone’s cheating. that’s plain bad. do not cheat as well. talk it out with your partner if there’s something wrong, but don’t ever cheat on them ‘cause that shit hurts a lot.

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

You got me some type of way (Hmm)

Ain’t used to feelin’ this way (Mmm-mmm)

I do not know what to say (Yeah, yeah)

But I know I shouldn’t think about it

You watched Dick demonstrate his fighting techniques to the Titans from the sideline of the training room, eyes roaming all over his body like a hunter on its prey.

His body moved gracefully and acrobatically, which wasn’t a surprise considering he used to be in circus, but it still never fails to awe and amaze you. Adoration flashed in your eyes accompanied by unnoticeable lust as you stare at him shamelessly, quite literally ignoring the Titan’s presence.

“Is Dickhead that impressive for you to stare so much like that?” Jason speaks from his place beside where you stand. Being caught didn’t faze you even a bit, only shrugging your shoulders, completely unbothered.

Not that you weren’t entranced because of Dick’s moves — you usually would be if it wasn’t for the lustful desire to make him yours devouring you from the inside right now. It’s almost overwhelming to the point you’re surprised you can still contain yourself from just making him yours and claiming him, cherishing him with all the love you felt for him.

You knew you can have Dick anytime, specially when you’re his bestfriend. He’s willing to do anything for you, you know that, but you don’t want to take advantage of it.

So, you just watch from afar. Longingly yet lovingly. You always look out for him wishing it was you he loves, he holds, he looks adoringly at.

But you’re not.

Took one fuckin’ look at your face (Hmm)

Now I wanna know how you taste (Mmm-mmm)

Usually don’t give it away (Yeah, yeah)

But you know I’m out here thinkin’ ‘bout it

“Shouldn’t you be patrolling with Gordon?” You asked while looking at the streets of Gotham below, checking for any possible threats. You and Dick were assigned by Bruce to patrol together and you weren’t complaining, but it was unusual to have you as his partner instead of her.

He sighs from beside you, running a hand through his hair seemingly in distress. “We fought. I didn’t want to patrol with her.”

You raise your brows and turn to look at him. “You ditched her? I’m pretty sure she wanted to patrol with you.” You said, hiding the obvious dislike you had towards the girl since it was rare Dick ever ditched someone he’s dating.

“Yeah, uh... We fought about you, actually.” Dick admitted as he sits down on the edge of the building after double checking that there was no threat, legs dangling off the side. When you don’t respond, he takes it as his sign to continue. “Ever since I started dating her, I stopped spending time with you so I said we should limit the times we spend together.”

“I’m taking she took it bad.” Replying nonchalantly, you sat down beside him without caring that they fought.

Dick nods. “She did, saying things like how I prefer you over her and that I like you better, that I’m not cherishing our time together as I should and instead I’m ‘bitching’ about you.” You rolled your eyes at that. Though, a smile spreads across his lips. “She wasn’t wrong, you know.”

“Of course, she wasn’t. I’ve been with you long before she came into picture. It’s only natural that you want to spend time with me.” Grumbling lowly, you run a hand through your hair in annoyance at how Barbara doesn’t seem to have a simple bit of common sense.

He laughs, agreeing with you before amusement completely took over his face. “For your information, she thinks I’m cheating on her with you.”

You snort. “The fucking audacity to accuse you of something you’re not ever gonna do even after what she did.”

His lips twitched, but not because he was reminded of Barbara cheating on him with his adoptive father.

It’s because you thought he never considered cheating on her with you.

Then I realize she’s right there

And I’m at home like, “Damn, this ain’t fair”

As soon as you both came home to the Wayne Manor, Dick was greeted by Barbara practically tackling him into a hug.

You scrunched your nose, immediately annoyed by her presence as you walked away not noticing how Dick’s face dropped when you turned your back.

“TT.” Damian huffs after approaching you alongside Tim, who looked worn out. “Leaving him with his nuisance of a girlfriend is torture, (Y/n). She isn’t even a good company.” They’re unfortunate to have been stuck with her in this patrol.

“I’m sure he’ll like it.” You snarled, now showing how much you hate and despise her.

Tim raised his brows. “I know it’s been long since you hang out with each other, but I didn’t think it’s been that long to the point you can’t figure him out anymore.”

Confusion took over your face for a moment as you furrowed your brows, before rolling your eyes. “Whatever.” You walk away from them to your room.

Damian and Tim watched you walk up the stairs, the former crossing his arms. “He really doesn’t have any idea.” Tim sighed.

Damian scoffs, casually throwing a knife at him which Tim avoids it last seconds, before walking away.

Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, ‘cause I’m bored

You could hit it in the mornin’ (Mornin’)

Yeah, yeah, like it’s yours

“Why did you do it?” Dick asked softly.

You looked up at him from your place on the ground, covered in Joker’s blood that you repeatedly beaten to death, with cigarette in-between your lips. He felt a shiver run up his spine when your dark eyes met his; you were still high from the murderous outburst.

When you didn’t answer, Dick squats down in front of you with the soft look never leaving his face. “You never broke Bruce’s rules no matter how mad you were at him. So why? Why did you kill Joker?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” You snapped, taking the cigarette away from your lips using two fingers. “He was going to torture you and I won’t allow that to happen. His torture and killing of our family member ends with Jason and should end with Jason only. I couldn’t let him repeat the things he did to your brother to you. I didn’t want to lose you.”

Dick stares into your eyes to search for any remorse, but when he found none, he knew you were sincere. When he reached out to hold your bloody face in his palm, you quickly moved away to avoid it, missing the look of hurt on his face. “How?” He whispered. “How can you easily kill him just because you didn’t want to lose me? It’s not easy to kill a person for someone else than for yourself.”

Silence falls, and Dick could see your dark eyes turning soft, even though the murderous instinct still shined in them. He wasn’t afraid of it — he never was afraid of you.

“It’s easy because you’re not just ‘someone else’.” You respond, too quiet that he almost didn’t hear. “You’re Dick Grayson. And I love you too much to even think about someone hurting you, let alone losing you.”

Genuine surprise plastered Dick’s face at your confession.

“You’re the love of my life. The only person I’m willing to sacrifice everything for, let it be humanity, dignity, pride, or even life. I would do anything for you — I would kill the world for you.” Words left after words non-stop as soon as you first opened your mouth to confess, and Dick listened to all of them. Listened to you drop the weights of your love that you have towards him.

“I love you, I never stopped loving you, and even though you would always choose Gordon over—”

You didn’t get to finish another sentence as he interrupted by colliding his lips on yours.

“Choosing anyone over you is the last thing I would do in this planet, (Y/n).” Dick breathlessly whispered against your lips after breaking the kiss.

“I always wanted you and you only.”

I know it ain’t right

But I don’t care (care)

Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, ‘cause I’m bored

“Fuck, (Y/n)!” Dick moans, his hands sliding on the glass of the shower room in your apartment in an attempt to hold onto something, leaving handprints behind the foggy glass.

You pound into him from behind as you hold his hips in a bruising grip. The sounds of a shower running, skin slapping against skin, his moans and pants and whines, and your groans and moans filled the bathroom. You lick your lips, biting down on his shoulder to draw blood, causing a sharp cry to emit from his throat. His hole clenches around you at the sadistic pleasure of pain.

You moan, releasing your bite and licking the blood. Dick shudders from the sting it brought. “Fuckin’ hell, baby. I didn’t know you had a thing for pain.” Chuckling darkly, you thrusted your hips a lot rougher than intended.

Dick moans loud and lewd, unashamed of the fact that he’s making it clear how much he loves being manhandled and fucked hard by you. “Mhm— fuck, I do. I fucking love it when it’s you.” He whined as he arched his back to let you in deeper, resting his forehead on the glass in front of him.

Groaning softly at his little confession, you leaned forward to slip your hand in front and hold his neck, giving a gentle squeeze on his throat. Dick whimpers before tilting his head back to rest it on the crook of your neck instead so you can hold his throat at a better access, being the obedient little whore— your whore, that he is.

“Yeah, baby? You love me biting you? Marking you as mine and owning you, hm?” You ask, brushing your lips on his ear and sending shiver down his spine.

“Yes! Oh, yes, I love it! Please,” Dick moaned, one hand coming to hold yours that was gently squeezing his throat.

Pleasure filled his entire expression as he was too lost in it already, mind too clouded to even think properly. All he could think about is you and how fucking good you fuck him. Your cock— God, your cock feels amazing inside him. Like it belongs there, like the sole purpose of his hole is to be pounded, wrecked and stretched out by you.

It feels so perfect. Feels right, even when it’s really not.

But Dick doesn’t care, because in this moment, he has you. The one he truly loves and ever loved since the beginning. And he knew you felt the same way when you kissed the side of his face lovingly — a small contrast to your rough thrusts.

“Dick, baby, my love. I love you so fucking much.” Dick moaned at the intense love he felt from just hearing that. “You’re mine, Dick. Mine only. Not Gordon’s, or Bruce’s. Mine.” You growled possessively.

And fuck, Dick loves it so much he’s shaking in your arms, overstimulated and overwhelmed by your love that he can’t do anything but to nod his head and whine out series of yes’s and please’s.

It’s the moment he claimed you his and you claimed him yours.

This shit always happen to me (Yeah)

Why can’t we just play for keeps? (Mmm-mmm)

Practically on my knees (Yeah, yeah)

But I know I shouldn’t think about it

Jason, Tim, Damian and the Titans watched Dick cook in the kitchen of one of the Titan’s residence by the counter, their eyes fixated on his figure. Nothing was wrong, but with the way Dick limps almost unnoticeably and winces once in a while brought their attention to focus on him.

Tim and Damian’s presence weren’t new to the Titan’s residence as they often come by to spend their time there when they don’t want to be in the Wayne Manor where boredom devours them any moment. It’s probably very unlikely that Damian would even want to be near Tim, but he has no other choice. Besides, he gets along with Rachel and her presence distracts him from throwing another knife at the Drake boy.

As for Jason, well, the Titan’s residence is practically his home to go to when he isn’t busy with missions.

Their attention shifted on you when you sat on the place nearest to Dick, beside Gar who was sitting on a chair second nearest to him. “Cooking my favorite, Boy Wonder?”

Dick doesn’t even flinch at the sound of your voice, as if he was already expecting you to be there, as a smile secretly spreads across his lips. Luckily, his back was turned to everyone. “Yup, since it’s your first time spending time here on our residence.”

“Aww, that’s sickeningly sweet.” You cooed, jokingly putting your hands on your heart to act like you were touched by his kindness.

Dick laughs, shaking his head. “Shut up, it’s not like you’re tasting it for the first time.”

You chuckle, before your smile turns into a mischievous, sort of evil smirk. “Did you invite Girl Wonder? I’m sure she can entertain us with her obnoxiously annoying presence.”

Your sarcastic comment caused different reactions of amusement; Jason spits the coffee he was drinking as he breaks into a pit of laughter, Damian snorts, Tim tries to hide his laugh with a smirk, Gar chokes on his drink, Raven coughs to keep herself from laughing, while Kory doesn’t even try to hide her smile. Everyone didn’t really like Barbara for the fact that she cheated on Dick with his father Bruce, and also because she’s pretty much unlikable and intolerable.

She’s even worse than you, who could be really, extremely mean and an asshole at times, which says a lot more than it should.

Dick turns around, and everyone expects him to scold you, but a small amused smile was dancing on his lips much to their surprise. “You can’t just say things like that to a woman, (Y/n). They can be pretty scary.”

You smirk, “Your pretty little smile says otherwise, Dicky.”

That entire sentence came off flirtier than you intended, and Dick blushes.

Then, it clicks into everyone’s mind.

The longing, loving stares. The unusual intense instinct of protectiveness towards each other. The glints of possessiveness and jealousy in one’s eyes when the other’s with someone else. All those things that they witnessed before are now something else; the stares became adoring and loving with no longer hint of longing, the protective instincts became high on alert everywhere instead of just on missions, the more clear signs of possessiveness but no signs of jealousy, the overly flirtatious comments thrown to one another that bestfriends will never say unless being friends-with-benefits or in a relationship.

Everything clicked in their minds.

But they don’t speak nor comment on it, because they could feel the genuine love and happiness lingering in the atmosphere between you and Dick.

And it made them relax. Relieved, even, that what you have isn’t a hook-up.

Nobody cared that they knew it was wrong.

You know what you’re doin’ to me

You’re singin’ my songs in the streets, yeah, yeah

Actin’ all innocent, please

When I know you’re out here thinkin’ ‘bout it

Dick felt his own breath hitch after you removed your shirt as he froze in his spot, mouth watering at the sight of you shirtless.

Training with you was probably a bad idea when you had this much effect on him.

“Like what you see, love?” You smirked teasingly, tilting your head a little to the side. Hunger flashes in your eyes as they narrowed, shamelessly undressing him within your mind.

Dick gulps under your hunter-like gaze. He already felt hot and he could feel the sudden urge to be pounded by you bubbling inside his chest. Biting his lip in contemplation, he glanced at the door before deciding to approach you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

His hand slides down to palm your cock over the pants you wore and you groaned against his mouth, feeling yourself becoming hard already. Wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him closer, you brought one leg forward between his legs to rub his crotch with your thigh. Dick moans in your mouth, beginning to grind on it.

You bit his lip, earning a whimper, before pulling away completely. “Let’s take this to my room before anyone catches us, yeah?”

Then you realize she’s right there

And you’re at home like, “Damn, she can’t compare”

“Why were you with that woman and why weren’t you answering my calls?”

You heard Barbara asking Dick as soon as he separated from his partner at work and approached you, Barbara, Cassandra and Stephanie. Cass and Steph immediately gives her a look at that as Dick resisted his urge to roll his eyes, sighing.

“That woman is my partner. I’m a detective, just in case you forgot. And I can’t answer your calls when I’m working.” He lies smoothly. You smirk, knowing he just doesn’t want to answer her calls since he does answer yours.

Barbara rolled her eyes, “It’s a simple thing to do, Dick. Just press the green button. Why can’t you do it?”

“Because he’s working, Barbs.” Cassandra interrupts, becoming irritated. “Detectives aren’t supposed to answer calls when they’re working on a case.”

“I’m not talking to you.” Barbara snaps, causing a frown to spread across Stephanie’s lips.

You rolled your eyes with a sigh. Can this day get any worse?

“Hey, cut it out, Barbara.” Clearly annoyed, Dick glared at her and forced down the not so nice words building in his throat. First time being glared at by her boyfriend, Barbara shuts her mouth and huffs, crossing her arms above her chest before looking away. Cass and Steph shared a look with each other.

Watching awkwardness fill the air, you fiddled with the vibrator controller in your pocket. Without thinking twice, you pressed the low button, having already memorized where and which buttons to push.

Dick breathes in sharply as a moan threatened to spill from his mouth when he felt the vibrator move inside him, his annoyance quickly vanishing. You smirked and pressed the medium button, watching as his body jerks and legs start to tremble. Leaning onto you, he ducks his head on your shoulder just as a lewd moan erupted from his throat.

You leaned in to bring your lips closer to him.

“Compose yourself, baby. We can’t have them notice what’s going on now, can we? Don’t want them to find out you’re a whore who likes secretly being fucked by a vibrator and cumming in front of your girlfriend.”

Dick whimpers, but you smirked in satisfaction when he tries to regain composure and be as casual as possible.

You suppose he could try for a while.

Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, ‘cause I’m bored

You could hit it in the mornin’ (In the mornin’)

Yeah, yeah, like it’s yours

“You two honestly have no shame, do you?” Jason speaks with no signs of shock after finding you and Dick making out on the couch in Wayne Manor.

You break the kiss to look up at him as Dick whined softly from beneath you. “Everyone’s out for a week, Jay. Of course, we are.”

Jason snorted. “Well, not everyone.”

Just as he says that, Cassandra makes an appearance from behind him. Her brows raised seeing you two. “Wow, this is unexpected. But I hope you clean up your mess after doing whatever you’re gonna do because poor Alfred if he has to clean it for you two.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. There’s a cake I made in the refrigerator, so go eat it and shut up and give us some privacy.” You casually waved them off, finally slamming your lips back on Dick’s, who was tugging on your shirt as a way to get back your attention that he lost.

Jason laughed while Cassandra rolled her eyes, “Rude way to ask for something but sure.”

I know it ain’t right

But I don’t care (I don’t care, yee)

Break up with your girlfriend (With your girlfriend)

Yeah, yeah, ‘cause I’m bored

You wrapped your arms around Dick from behind and buried your face on his shoulder, inhaling his scent. Jason smirks at you two from the counter, finding your public display of affection cute, while Damian eats his breakfast without a care in the world.

“Barbs is just right in the living room, babe.” Dick scolds softly, but doesn’t make an attempt to push you away. Instead, he tilts his head a little to the side when you press a kiss on his neck.

You smile and go back to resting your chin on his shoulder as you watch him make a cereal for the both of you. “I know, baby. I was just starting to wonder when you’re going to break up with her. I want to be able to hold you without sneaking around or hiding.”

You were trying to hide it, but Dick easily caught onto the insecurity and doubts in your tone which made him frown. He turns around in your arms, cupping your face with a soft look. “Hey, I’ve been intended on breaking up with her ever since I started dating you. I just haven’t found the right time and the right, easy ways to. I want to be able to openly call you mine as much as you want to, so enough with that doubts, (Y/n).”

Your thumb rubbed the back of his hand that held your face. The reassuring look on Dick was enough to wipe away any negative thoughts you had as you nod with a relieved smile, kissing his palm before pecking his lips.

Dick smiles, sliding his hands behind your neck to pull you in a hug. “I love you, and I don’t regret being with you.”

You sigh in content. “I love you too, Dicky.”

You could say I’m hatin’ if you want to

But I only hate on her ‘cause I want you

Say I’m trippin’ if you feel like

But you without me ain’t right (Ain’t right)

Everyone was apparently intent on exposing your relationship with Dick to Barbara due to their urge to finally see you two together out in the open without having to sneak around or hide, just like you both want to.

Of course, you and Dick knew this but couldn’t be bothered to stop them, instead going full on fucking in the living room couch knowing anyone could walk in any moment, including Barbara. At this point, you had stopped sneaking around and just made everything painfully obvious to let the others who doesn’t notice yet caught on.

“(Y/n).” Dick whines, grinding down on you as his hands gripped your shoulders bruisingly, moaning in pleasure at how your cock stimulated him in any way possible.

You moaned and relinquished the way his hole perfectly clenched around your shaft. “Look at you, riding my cock so beautifully. You’re doing so good, baby. So well. My blue bird.” Dick moans at your praise, throwing his head back as he starts bouncing his hips up and down.

Hearing the front door close accompanied by Barbara’s voice calling out for Dick, a smirk made its way up to your lips. “Come on, baby. Let’s put on a show to your girlfriend, yeah?” Dick moans at the thought of getting caught as excitement rushed through him, knowing he would finally get to openly call you his after.

Soon enough, the sound of bags dropping on the floor erupted from the entrance of the living room along with a horrified gasp.

You looked at Barbara over your shoulder.

Her horrified eyes met yours that was glinting triumphantly.

You could call me crazy ‘cause I want you

And I never even ever fuckin’ met you

Say I’m trippin’ and it ain’t right

But you without me ain’t nice (Ain’t nice, yeah)

All she could do was watch as Dick rides you without sparing her a glance, too lost in pleasure and too busy yearning for you to even care about her.

“(Y-Y/n), fuck, I’m close.” He whimpered. A sharp cry erupted from his throat when you thrusted up and he throws his head back, exposing his hickeys-littered neck to his girlfriend. You could hear her breath hitch, and wondered if she was enjoying this because she hasn’t moved an inch.

But then, you guessed she was just too horrified and hurt and shocked that her legs refused to move.

“Cum on me then, baby.” Your voice sounded sickeningly sweet in her ears. “Make a mess out of yourself. Let her know how good I make you feel.”

Dick ducks his head into your shoulder as he cries out, hips jutting and white, hot seed spurting out from his slit onto your torso. You moan and still him on your cock to spill your own cum inside him, the angelic mewl leaving Dick’s lips encouraging you to fill him up more.

Only then had Barbara snapped out of her shock. Tears immediately prickled her eyes and she ran out the front doors, slamming it behind.

You gently massage Dick’s scalp with one hand as the other held him on the small of his back, cooing at him. “Feel better now, my love?” The triumphant grin on your face made Dick laugh breathlessly, but he nods nonetheless.

“All better.” He grinned back.

Break up with your girlfriend (With your girlfriend)

Yeah, yeah, ‘cause I’m bored

You could hit it in the mornin’ (Hit it in the mornin’, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, like it’s yours

Gathered in the living room were you, Dick, Barbara, and the rest of the bat family, with Bruce giving you and Dick a disapproving stare. You had one leg over the other, sitting sassily and unapologetically as you stared back at Bruce in a challenging manner.

Dick, who was beside you, gave his adoptive father a look, his brows raising. “What are we doing here?”

“You’re here for cheating on Barbara with (Y/n).” You and Dick groaned simultaneously, rolling your eyes and standing up. Unbeknownst to Bruce, the bat siblings behind him smirked in amusement at how done you and Dick seemed already.

“We’re not done yet, Dick, (Y/n).” He sternly said.

You scoff, “I think we’re already done. She finds out Dick’s cheating on her by walking in on us fucking, end of discussion. Or what? Are you gonna say Dick can apologize and try to make up for it?” Mockery filled your tone, shooting her a distasteful side-glare, knowing she still wanted Dick.

Barbara’s gaze shifted on her now ex-boyfriend, keeping herself quiet and expecting him to do the right thing.

“I won’t.” Her face drops at Dick’s immediate answer, like he was waiting for it. “I’m not gonna apologize for something I’m not even sorry that I did. (Y/n) and I both wanted this to happen.”

Bruce sighs. “Dick—”

“Why are you even talking to us as if you didn’t do the same thing?” Your tone was casual when you asked, causing both Bruce and Barbara to freeze in their spot. “I think it’s very hypocritical of you to try lecture us about cheating. Gordon cheated on Dick with you, so neither of you should have any rights to get mad at us.”

Barbara abruptly stood up from her seat. “Is that what all of this is about? I cheated on him so he did it back as a revenge?” She seethed, looking at you then at Dick back and fourth.

“Stop making everything about you.” You snapped and glared harshly at her.

“Are you fucking nuts?” Dick was next to spit, anger and annoyance lingering his tone. “I’m not as petty as you, I wouldn’t waste my time getting revenge on someone who I forgot about long ago.” Hurt flashed in Barbara’s expression. “And isn’t it fucking obvious? I cheated on you because I’m in love with him, not because I wanted to get revenge.”

“Then why did you take me back when I asked for a second chance?” Her voice cracked as tears started streaming down her cheeks.

Dick is unfazed by the sight of her tears. He used to feel guilty whenever he saw them, but now his feelings are far from it. “Because I didn’t know he loved me back since the beginning.”

“Since the beginning?”

He nodded. “The beginning way before you came into picture. I’ve been in love with (Y/n) all this time.”

I know it ain’t right

But I don’t care (Care, yeah)

Break up with your girlfriend (With your girlfriend)

Yeah, yeah, ‘cause I’m bored

After you and Dick won over your arguments with Bruce and Barbara quite easily, you two are now cuddling each other on the couch with your favorite romcom show playing on the TV, although neither of you were paying attention to it as you were talking quietly among yourselves.

Alfred watched from the side with a small smile.

He had scolded and lectured you and Dick about the incident, which you both listened to without a second thought before promising to never do it again, claiming you were each other’s soulmate and that never will you or Dick ever think about cheating on the other. Alfred could see that with the way you two stared at each other lovingly, hands intertwined in a tight hold.

“You know, we started the wrong way but I’d never want this to end the same wrong way.” Dick says, smiling up at you from his place on your chest.

Your free hand stopped twirling a strand of his hair as you look at him incredulously. “Are you serious? I would never even let us end. You know I’ll kill the world if it means I could stop us from ending.”

He laughs softly, moving up to peck your lips. “I know, baby. I would never let us end either.” You smiled and pulled him in for another kiss, this time longer and much deeper.

However, Alfred cleared his throat to break you two apart.

“I desperately hope you would not start anything inappropriate right here on this couch. Please, take it to your room, Master Grayson and Master (L/n).” That earned him a two laughter from you and Dick.

With your girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, baby, girlfriend

With your girlfriend

All the Titans raised their brows upon seeing you and Dick holding each other’s hand out in the public, picking out flavors from the ice cream truck. They even saw Dick lean closer to you when the ice cream lady starts to obviously flirt, possessiveness swarming in the air.

“They’re officially dating.” Stephanie informed with a happy squeal, huge grin plastered on her face.

“Oh, we see.” Kory replies what everyone else had in mind, watching as you roll your eyes at the ice cream lady’s flirty tactics before removing your hand from Dick’s and using it to pull him in by his neck, crashing your lips with his. The lady froze, eyes wide. Dick shamelessly kisses back, before you broke the kiss and lead him away, not sparing her a glance.

“That was such a dick move.” Donna stated when you both approached them.

You shrug, now holding your boyfriend’s hand again. “It’s effective to drive horny bitches away, though.”

The women gasp jokingly in offense while Dawn playfully smacks you on the arm, all of them used to your attitude. You chuckled and returned your attention to Dick, who was already staring at you with a loving gaze.

“Have I told you I love you?” He suddenly asked.

You grinned. “Yes, like a hundred times, but do you still love me even when I’m such an intolerable asshole?”

Dick laughs with a shake of his head. “Yes, I still do.”

“Then I love you too.”

With your girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend

With your girlfriend

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[joongwooclub]

by my side || P. SH.

synopsis: Seonghwa calls y/n at 4 am, staying on the phone together, eventually falling asleep together after a long day.

genre: seonghwa x fem!reader, fluff, soft boyfriend seonghwa, first + second pov . hwa's dialogue

warning: none!

✩: reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated!! story under cut~

You would have never imagine Seonghwa as your boyfriend. He was this pretty boy that was in your best friend group, and you were in a small introverted group of friends. Both of y’all seemed to hit it off at a small friend gathering, then started hanging out with each other. Eventually, you both developed feelings, and started dating. Then he had to leave because he passed his auditions in South Korea. You decided it was important for him to chase your dreams, and after a few weeks, y’all were now away from each other. The relationship is long distanced, luckily, his company allowed both of y'all to date, since they didn’t like the idea of restricting their idols, you supported him every day of every year since his debut.

This time, you bought tickets for his next world tour, so you had an excuse to go see him. Unfortunately, covid 19 happened and stopped all of your plans, and even though both of y'all try to video chat, the time zones were always a problem. Seonghwa was unfortunately busy every time you called him due to the preparation of ATEEZ’s comeback, you understood that though. It was hard to balance phone calls and facetimes while practicing hard choreography and vocal training 24/7 . However, it doesn't dismiss the feeling of loneliness that got stronger every hour, minute and days that passed.

That's where the present brings; It was currently 4 am in your timezone , and you couldn’t sleep. You didn’t want to sound clingy nor pathetic, but the loneliness was getting to you. The way you couldn’t hold him, feel his warmth against your skin, have his soft hand softly caressing your hair to your cheek. Tears whelmed up in your eyes as you began to think of his presence, and then, a ringtone rang through the still air and darkness of your room. Confused as to why someone was calling you at this time, you quickly checked it and saw “여보 ♡” flashing onto the screen along side with the words of "Incoming Facetime call". With quirk swiftness, You sat up from your bed and answered the call.

“Oh? jagiya? you’re awake?” His voice spoke. The voice you missed so much, sweet as honey, tone as soft as someone whispering in a quiet calm library, gosh how much you have missed him. You smiled in the darkness, knowing he couldn’t see it but just his voice made you melt.

You look at his surrounding behind him. He was at home, inside the dorms. Did he just finished practice or was he resting? You heard him giggle and that’s when you saw he flashed you a smile.

“I can tell you’re studying me” he smirked. “I finished promotion today, I really wish I was able to see you.” You saw his eyes sparkle with the light from the ceiling but you can see the hint of sadness.

“I miss you too hwa, but it’s your job okay? Make sure you take care of yourself first.” You answered, feeling guilty that he was worried about you, when he had tons of problems within his own idol life or even himself.

“How can I not focus on you? You’re my baby. My one and only, my happiness is with you. Without you in my life, I am nothing.” He answered passionately. You giggled at him being dramatic, laying back down and snuggling into your bed. Seonghwa watched you lovingly and hummed softly, singing lyrics from their new Japanese song, reminding you that he was still here. “Seonghwa, your voice is making me sleepy” you whispered, closing your eyes slowly from his beautiful voice.

He smiled happily and let out a small laugh, “I’m sorry baby. It must be really early there, right?” He titled his head, “Gosh. I miss you so much. Your voice, your warmth, the way you hold my waist because you can't reach my shoulders...” he mumbles, watching you then he had an idea. “I can sing you to sleep. Just imagine everything okay?” He whispered. You let out a giggle, "Imagine?" "Please baby~" with a playful nod, you hummed quietly in agreement, just enjoying his company.

“Imagine me being there next to you, My warmth against your skin, your back against my stomach, my hands rubbing soft circles on your arm. Holding you close to me because I know how cold you get in the night. ” he lightly laugh. “Just the two of us, listening to each other’s heartbeats. Imagine me just caressing your face, the way you always like it. Soft kisses on the cheek..” Seonghwa spoke. Now focusing on your quiet breathing, assuming you fell asleep. “I miss you y/n..sleep well baby.” He whispered, kissing his screen, he missed you so much, it felt like he hasn't seen you in years. His plan was to come visit and spend at least a month after promotions, and luckily his company agreed to his plan. He stayed on the phone that night. Both of y’all falling asleep next to each other, no matter how far, he was by your side, and that was a promise he wanted to keep forever.

[loopy-froots]

Music Appreciation

Brahms Heelshire x fem!Reader

Author: @loopy-froots

Word Count: 1772

Request by @leahromanof : How does this sound? Brahms doesn’t want the female reader to leave the mansion and the reader doesn't want to either cause she wants to be with Brahms and both of them are very much in love with each other so the reader basically decides to make the mansion her home just as much as it is Brahms’. And Brahms is so happy about it! So the reader decorates her room to make it exactly the way she desires to fell more at home. So she puts up posters of Elvis Presley and many other singers such as Shawn Mendes, John Lennon, Lady Gaga but it’s all mostly Elvis cause to her, Elvis Presley is the LOVE OF HER LIFE. She truly admires him with all her heart. And one day the reader looks at a poster of Elvis on her wall and says “I’ll never love anyone the way I love you Elvis” and Brahms heard this and he goes crazy mad and then he comes into the room and (the rest is sexual)* pls include details. And once he’s done with the reader she gives him a little pinch which obviously hurts him a tad and she explains everything about what she said cause Brahms doesn’t know who Elvis is and that he’s been dead for 44 years!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, slasher x reader, swearing, smut, etc.

Author’s Note: I changed the request slightly to have the reader’s posters as whatever singer they wish, so that more people can relate to it! I hope you enjoy this, though!! :^]

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*2nd Person POV*

“Y/n…” Brahms whispers to you while you both are tangled together in affection.

“Yes?” You question curiously.

“You know I want you to stay here… with me…” He informs you what you already know. He hasn’t been subtle in the slightest about his wishes with you, practically needing you to stay with him 24/7.

“I know, Brahmsy. And I will,” You promise him with a sweet kiss on his forehead.

“Then why don’t you unpack your things? Like… really unpack your things…? For good…” He suggests.

“Oh, right! I suppose that would be a good idea, huh? I guess I just never wanted to invade your space here, so I hesitated…” You explain sheepishly, and Brahms understands.

“No need to worry, dear. My home is your home,” He lovingly agrees with you. And with that, the two of you get up to start. Unpacking all your clothes by placing them into a dresser and displaying all your novelty items on the shelves, Brahms then stops. You glance over at him and notice he’s holding one of your band posters with an odd expression.

“Who is this? One of your family members?” He asks innocently, causing you to giggle a little.

“Hehe, nope! That’s (insert your preferred musical artist), my favorite singer! I love them so much!” You explain, but Brahms gains a sudden sulking look in his eyes.

“Brahmsy? You okay?” You ask, concerned.

“Hm.” He coldly grunts in response. “And who’s this?”

“Oh them? They’re (insert another favorite band), one of my most listened to musical groups! I also love them a lot!” You immediately forget your concern for your lover as your interest in music takes control. You have always been musically driven, whether it be listening while you work or even singing to yourself from time to time.

“What’s so special about these… people… if you’ve never even met them!” Brahms snaps with a glare. This takes you by surprise, and even hurts your feelings quite a bit. All you wanted to do was just share your love of music with someone you cared about. What was so annoying about that?

“I-I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to upset you… I just…” You try to explain yourself, but he cuts you off again.

“You love them, do you?! How come you say it to them so easily, and I’m left with nothing!” His envious outburst then begins to make you giggle a little. You couldn’t believe he was so serious about this! Did he really think you were in love with these people? All you mean was that you love the music they played.

“What’s so fucking funny?” He demands sternly, but you still don’t let up.

“Nothing! I just… you’re so cute when you’re jealous…” You smile at him, hoping he gets the message. However, he appears to have not.

“If you’re throwing around your affection so easily, I’m getting some, too!” Brahms practically runs over to you and lifts you over his shoulder. Yelping and protesting, you try to get him to set you down. However, he was certainly on a mission. He walks you all the way to his bedroom and throws you down on his mattress.

“Brahms, c’mon! Let me explain!” You desperately try to get him to wait just a second, but he doesn’t. Ripping off your shirt and pulling down your pants and underwear in one swift motion, you gasp at the sudden cold air flowing over your naked skin.

“Come over here and prove that you love me.” He growls, making your spine shiver.

“I… what?” You honestly get confused, but when he begins to unbutton his trousers, you get the idea. Was he really gonna make you do this? Right now? Over some silly posters?

“Now, Y/n!” Brahms scolds, and you immediately crawl to him. Looking up at him with wide eyes, you mentally pray that he shows you some mercy. You lick a long stripe up his shaft, taking in his savory flavor.

“There you go,” He groans out with pleasure while taking two fist fills of your hair. As much as he wanted you to do the work, he still needed to be in control of the situation.

Finally taking his head into your trembling mouth, you swirl your tongue in circles in an attempt to make him feel good. It was obviously working when he bucks his hips into you. Taking as much of him as you could, you slightly gag from the sheer amount that was in your mouth.

“Fuck… keep going…” Brahms pleads, and you try your best to oblige. Fitting another few millimeters of him inside, you clench your throat in discomfort. Brahms swears he could’ve cum right then, but he tried his best to hold back.

“G-good,” He slowly pulls himself out of your mouth and your spit drips onto your chin. Desperate for air, you begin panting until Brahms leans down and kisses you. He bites your lip aggressively, so you gasp. This gives him the opportunity to slip his tongue deep inside, exploring each and every corner.

“Mm!” You moan into him, and he smirks against your lips. Cheeky bastard…

“Are you ready, Y/n? Ready to apologize properly?” Brahms asks lustfully.

“Uh huh…” You agree equally as passionately. With that, he roughly pushes his entire length into your already wet pussy.

“Oh… my god…” Brahms holds onto your ankles for dear life as your cavern grips onto him ever so tightly. He fills you so much to the brim that it makes you slightly ache. You can only imagine the soreness you’ll feel in the morning…

He doesn’t give you any time to adjust to his size, but instead begins pumping himself in and out of your hole with a brutal pace. The rope in your stomach begins to tighten as you feel yourself reaching your orgasm already.

“You close, baby?” Brahms coos, and you frantically nod your head in agreement.

“Y-yes! So goddamn close! Please don’t stop!” You plead, and Brahms decides to let you release yourself on him.

“Cum… now!” He demands, and you do seconds later. The tsunami of ecstasy washes over your entire body, quaking your limbs.

“Oh, Brahms!” You finally whine with bliss dripping from your vocal chords.

“We’re not finished yet, dear… oh no, not nearly finished…” He then flips you over onto your stomach. He grabs your buttocks and forcefully lifts it up to meet his hips.

“B-but…” You try to get him to wait, but he’s definitely set on going again.

“I can’t cum again… it’s already too much… but he hasn’t yet… so I guess it’s okay…” You think to yourself.

“Ready, love?” His tone switches to something softer.

“Yes,” You agree and close your eyes as he pushes himself into you again. This new angle reaches a different type of pleasure, making your head spin. The overstimulation sends waves of delight throughout your entire being.

“God, Y/n! Right there! You feel so damn good!” Brahms practically screams your name like an anthem. You feel his pace beginning to get erratic, signaling his own end coming close.

“C-cum for me, baby! Please! I n-need you!” You beg him as you give the bedsheets a white-knuckled tug. You were so close to your own orgasm again, but you do your best to hold on as long as you can.

“F-fuck!” Brahms suddenly stops and empties himself into your quivering center. A panic normally would’ve flushed through your head, as you realize the consequences of the result, but in your high you completely disregard everything. Brahms then pulls out and slumps onto the bed next to you. You sheepishly turn to him and give him the softest eyes.

“Feeling better, love?” You implore.

“I guess…” He huffs brattily, making you giggle.

“You do realize that those people in my posters aren’t like… anyone to worry about, right?” You try to reassure him, but he simply quirks his brow.

“They’re not? But you said…” He tries to think it out.

“I said I love them because I meant it in a way that doesn’t imply a romantic emotion… like I love what they do… like I love their music because I enjoy listening to it… not necessarily because I love them as people… does that make any sense?” You desperately try to explain finally, and an expression of realization, relief, then embarrassment hits Brahms.

“I-I… I’m so sorry, I thought you meant…” He covers his face with his large hands, but you smile and pull them away.

“No, no! It’s okay! This was actually… nice…” You confess while stroking the tops of his hands. This makes Brahms blush a deep shade of red.

“Yeah… that was…” He agrees shyly.

“Then… we should do it more often…?” You suggest, and he enthusiastically nods his head.

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[thegreencanary]

Home is where the heart is…so let’s go home together. (Final)

Final part of my series! Part 1 and Part 2 are here!

A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. I worked hard on this, if you enjoy it please interact. Requests are open.

It’s come to my attention that some people don’t think Billy is portrayed properly, and that is totally fine! This is an OOC Billy because it’s my interpretation of what would happen if he made it through Starcourt.

TW: mentions of abuse, cursing, smoking, light mentions of sexy stuff.

It’s a HUGE fluff time!!! I feel like suck at endings but I’m not too mad at this ending. I’m not thrilled with it but it’s ok!

I’m doing away with the perspectives, mainly just to crank out the last chapter!

You and Billy slept together that night, not together, together but together nonetheless. Waking you felt an absence in the bed but heard the shower turn off. Stretching out you smiled as he came out in a towel, just around his waist.

Y: “I don’t know if I’ve had a better morning.”

You chuckled softly. Billy quirked and eyebrow and smirked.

B: “I could make it better.”

He jokingly toyed with his towel and laughed when you covered your eyes. He’d never force that on you, no matter how much he wanted it. You two were in different places, he was fine with waiting for you. Walking over he did kiss you on the lips as his own way to say good morning. The smile you gave him cemented that he was in Heaven. Last night, having you sleeping in his arms, was a dream come true.

B: “Stay here. I want to show you something.”

You tilted your head like a puppy and Billy smiled as he left to the room he was supposed to be staying in. Grabbing the metal lunch box he came all the way back from California to get, he went to head back into the room when he ran into Steve. Harrington was dumb sometimes but he got what happened right away. Steve groaned and Billy gave him a friendly shoulder slap.

B: “Don’t worry. The sheets are still clean.”

S: “for fucks sake… I’m gonna die alone I swear to God.”

He walked off trying to get Billy’s 1/2 naked wet body out of his mind. Billy walked in on you blushing and he winked at you. Setting the box down he opened it up.

B: “Max wanted me to come back for a few gifts Lucas got her, her first skateboard and some photos of all of the crew. I came back for this…and what was inside.”

He pulled out a necklace and a photo. There were a few other things but in the box but you could tell he cherished those two items the most. You gasped and recognized the necklace. It was yours, you gave it to him in the hospital for protection. It was your lucky necklace.

Y: “Billy…”

B: “You never left me when I was in a coma. Max told me everything. I was just too…damaged to tell you how much it meant.”

God damn it, tears started to well up in your eyes again and you tried to wipe them away as he showed you the photo. You hated being photographed but this was one of everyone. It was after Eddie got his clean bill of health and El officially closed the last portal to the Upside down. You had all gathered to take a photo in remembrance, it was a sunny august day; the blue sundress hugged your body and you hated it. Jonathan had tried to get everyone a copy but you didn’t want to even see it. Now you wished you had, Billy was staring at you, lovingly. It was a good day for him, he was leaving with Max in a few days. He hugged her tightly in the photo but his eyes were on you.

B: “I came back for these and…for you. I know you want to get out of here on your own; but I can take care of you. Max would love to have you back and you can get away from your god awful parents. You can breathe. I didn’t know if I would even find you when I came back but now that I have I never want to let you go. Please…”

You were stunned in silence. This was…a lot. He loves you and wants you to run away with him? Technically you could, the only thing holding you back was your friends. You could give your car to your parents as payment for the bills and just disappear…but…what…what if it didn’t work. What if he didn’t love you that much.

Billy could see you starting to freak out and he gently pulled your face to his for a kiss.

B: “take a few days to think about it. Let me take you on a real date. Steve and I have worked out me being here until Sunday. All I ask is that in 3 days you answer me. Okay?”

Y: “…. Okay. 3 days. I’ll…I can think about it.”

Billy’s eyes didn’t leave yours. There was still a question in them. You smiled softly.

Y: “Yes. I’ll go on a date with you.”

He relaxed and showered you in kisses.

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Saturday night, date night. Thank god you packed that dress. It hugged you a bit tighter than you cared for so you took one of Billy’s flannels and used it as a jacket. He was taking you to Indianapolis for a fancy dinner. A soft knock pulled your judgmental eyes from the mirror and you opened the bedroom door. It felt a little silly since he was staying across the hall but Billy insisted on knocking. He was dressed in slacks…Billy fucking Hargrove in slacks. You thought the jeans hugged his ass nicely well…these did wonders. His blue button down was undone in the signature style, flaunting his tanned chest. You noticed his jaw was slightly ajar.

Y: “Do you hate it?”

Billy frowned at you.

B: “Y/N I swear to God. Max would smack you if she heard you say that. You look stunning. I mean…we might not make it to dinner stunning.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you slapped his bicep.

B: “As much as I love to see you in my clothes…that doesn’t really make sense. Come here.”

He pulled you to the mirror and kissed your cheek as he stood behind you. Next he kissed your neck, then your shoulder and the back of your neck as he removed his shirt from your shoulders. Kissing all the exposed skin you were trying to hide.

B: “Now that is absolutely fucking gorgeous baby.”

You blushed as his hands traveled all over your body. It was clear he was attracted to you but you didn’t get how much until now. You could feel his…arousal behind you and you blushed a deep red.

B: “I’m sorry baby. It’s just what you do to me, but we can get going. We’re gonna be late to dinner if you let me look at you for too long.”

He kissed your cheek and went to leave but you stopped him.

Y: “what if….I want to be late to dinner.”

Billy groaned and rested his head on your shoulder.

B: “God damn it. I’d love nothing more than to destroy you on that bed but I want to do this right. I want to prove to you that I’ve changed, baby I need to do this.”

You smile and kiss his cheek. He didn’t know you were still a virgin but you thought it was so sweet he wanted anything to be right for you.

Y: “okay Bil-baby. Let’s go to dinner.”

Billy picked you up and you squealed. He kissed you deeply and carried you down the stairs. Steve fake puked as you two left.

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Sunday morning. The morning you had to decide what you were going to do. Billy slept In the other room because after the perfect dinner last night he couldn’t restrain himself from wanting to fuck your brains out so he slept away from you. You barely slept because of it, and it showed. You looked like shit. While the bruise was gone you definitely had dark circles under your eyes. You figured a shower would help clear your head, but it didn’t. You just got a bit more refreshed yet you were still heavily aware of the discussion you had to have with Billy.

You dressed in one of his shirts, a Metallica one, and some ripped flare jeans. Sighing you finally went to open the door, only to find Billy pacing outside of your door.

B: “…hi.”

Y: “…hi.”

S: “…what the fuck.”

Steve felt the weird ass energy as he came around the corner. Billy was clearly distracted by you wearing his shirt but Steve wasn’t.

S: “wait did you decide to stay here, fuckin why dude?!?“

B: “shut the fuck up Harrington!”

Y: “He knows???”

S: “everyone knows dude! We’re all waiting for your answer.”

B: “STEVE!” Billy punched Steve hard in his shoulder.

N: “Shut the fuck up you dumbass”

Nancy came from around the corner and pulled him back into the living room, where everyone was. There were balloons, and cake. It was a going away party, Robin had even packed your apartment up over the last few days. They all expected you to leave. Eddie even tuned up your car for the drive.

Y: “Guys what the fuck?”

Billy was seconds away from slamming his head into a wall then fighting all of them. He grabbed your hand and pulled you back into the room. Away from everyone.

B: “I am so sorry. I wanted you to give me your unbiased answer. They fucked it all up. I swear to god I’m gonna kill-“

You pulled him in and kissed him softly. You were pissed, but not at him; but you weren’t even that pissed. Your friends wanted you to go, you even saw Dustin and Lucas. You’re sure Mike and El are somewhere but you didn’t see them, but they all wanted you to be happy. You were scared to leave them…but they weren’t. Billy looked at you with hopeful eyes.

Y: “Okay.”

B: “Okay???”

Y: “I’m in love with you Billy. I’ll follow you anywhere. You’re my home. You always have been.”

The cheers that erupted from behind the door made you want to kill them all. You opened it to see Dustin trying to shut Steve up by hitting him. Everyone celebrated and Mike and El came in with Jonathan.

J: “The caravan is ready…”

You looked confused at Jonathan but he just smiled at you. Nancy touched your wrist and pulled your attention

N: “we’re gonna help you move out there. Lucas misses Max—“

Dustin, El, Will, Mike: “We do to!!!!”

N: “and the rest of us want to see California. It’s all been worked out.”

You were dumbfounded.

Y: “if anyone has anymore news or surprises please let me know cuz I can’t take too much more.”

S: “uhhh. We got your name off your parents bills. Hopper helped us out with that one. I think that’s all— oh! We all pooled some money to help you when you get out there. It’s not much but it’s something.”

E: “it was my idea.”

Steve elbowed Eddie as he handed you an envelope of cash. $1,400. Enough to definitely help Billy with bills of a whole new person living with them until you got a job. You broke down crying and Robin came over to you.

R: “cry when we leave Cali. I want to get on the road!!”

She hugged you and you started laughing. Everyone plied outside and left you and Billy. He was quiet but the whole time his hand was on your lower back, reminding you he was there.

B: “You ready baby?”

Y: “let’s go home.”

Sitting in the car he looked at you like it was a dream.

B: “I’m so in love with you Y/N”

Y: “I’m so in love with you Billy”

He kissed you deeply and pulled his car out then took off, excited to take home what he came for. You.

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A/N: Okay!! That’s the end! As always, I feel like I suck at endings so I’m sorry if it’s not what y’all expected; I still hope you enjoy it though!! Thanks so much for the support on this little mini series!!! Evil is Everywhere is my next series. The prologue is already out for that. It’s another Billy story! Feel feee to request anything! Love you all!! Xx Canary