#it would be an understatement to describe him as just a mess at this point

[giannaln4]

I'm Sorry

lando norris x fem reader

summary: A moment of frustration made Lando react the way you never thought he would, and boy, would he regret it.  (1.6k words)

warnings: angst, swearing, argument, mean lando,  fluffy ending

a/n: ok so for this, i decided to go back to Baku and put the quali result in a totally different perspective than my last fic. i guess i kinda like it but i'm not very good at describing arguments 😭 anyway pls let me know what you think!!

ALSO i have an announcement to make and i'm really excited for it :)

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The qualifying this weekend was an absolute mess, to say the least. Lando was hard on himself no matter the result he got. Even if it was good, he would always find something to criticise himself, but P17? Everyone was in for a treat, you thought.

The worst part is that it wasn’t even his fault; it was a stupid mistake by the marshals, and he was not to blame for it. A yellow flag interrupted his lap, and he was immediately kicked out in Q1. 

Seeing the first qualifying session being over with his name in red was not something anyone wanted to see, especially not him, and now that every point was essential, you knew it crushed him.

He came back to the garage to see the rest of the qualifying with his team, and as soon as he got out of the car, you saw how frustrated he was. You understood him, of course, it sucked that this is how the weekend was going, but you would be there for him no matter what.

Once Lando took off his helmet, he headed straight to his driver’s room, and he didn’t even look at you when he walked past. That meant he wanted to be alone, but oh silly you, you decided to follow him.

He let out a loud sight when he heard the door open and close behind him, not really in the mood to hear what you had to say. He knew for a fact you were going to tell him he did well and it wasn’t his fault, which he greatly appreciated, but right now, he just wanted to suffer in peace.

“Baby?” You called him out, just testing the waters, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he hummed in annoyance. “I know you don’t want to hear this right now, but-”

“You are right, I don’t want to hear it,” he interrupted you, not even turning around to face you. He placed his hands on the desk and leaned into it, taking a deep breath. 

That should have been your cue to leave the small room and leave him alone, but for some reason you didn’t. “Lando, don't beat yourself up over this. It wasn’t your fault, and I’m sure things will be better tomorrow. We all know what you can do and you still have the race-“

“This is MY job, Y/N. I probably know better than you do,” he snapped, raising his voice and finally turning around. “This is what I’m fighting for, we all are. Do you know what’s at stake here? I finally have the chance to compete for a championship, and I just blew it.”

To say you were astonished was an understatement; this was the first time he ever snapped at you that way and you didn’t know how to react. “I’m sorry, I just-”

“Every point counts, and not even starting in the top 10 tomorrow- fuck, not even top 15, there is not much I can do.” Now, he looked more mad at you than frustrated at himself, and that crushed you. “I came here to be alone for a bit, I was hoping you would at least respect that." You stayed silent, knowing a single sound would make you cry, and you didn’t want to piss him off more than he already was. “I know you are trying to help, but you are not, you can’t.”

You just stared at him, tears threatening to leave your eyes; he had never raised his voice at you in a heated moment, and it hurt like hell. You definitely should have stayed outside. 

He walked towards the door and stepped out of the room without uttering another word, leaving you alone to deal with your own feelings. 

As soon as the door was closed, you started crying. It was your own fault, really; you could always read him like a book, even today, and you knew better than to disturb him when you weren’t supposed to, but today for some reason you just couldn't keep your mouth shut. Idiot.

You tried to calm yourself down; the last thing Lando needed was to see you cry on top of his result, but it was harder than you expected. This being the first time an argument got so out of hand made you feel absolutely terrible, especially because it was your fault. Deep down, you knew he didn’t mean it, you knew it was his feelings talking, but that didn’t make it any less painful.

A few minutes went by and you could still hear the cars out on track, the mumbling of the team, and people constantly working out there, so you tried to use that as a distraction. Anything to take your mind off what just happened. 

Unfortunately, it didn’t help, but at least you ran out of tears, and now you were just staring at a blank wall, thinking how you could begin to apologise for earlier, if he would even give you the chance to. 

Truth is, you weren’t sure if bringing it up again would be a good idea; you wanted to apologise for disrupting his cooldown moment, but what if hearing that made him mad again? Or worse, what if you didn’t apologise and made the situation even bigger? Your spiralling made you lose track of time, and a knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. 

“The car is about to leave, Y/N, they are waiting for you,” you heard someone say on the other side of the door. You were at least hoping Lando would come and get you once it was time to go back to the hotel, but he didn’t.

“Thanks, I will be there in a minute,” you replied, grabbing your things and Lando’s before sprinting outside. 

The car ride was hell. Lando didn’t look at you the entire time; he was just staring at his phone, texting who knows who, his face as neutral as ever. It felt longer than it actually was, and when you finally got there, he just stepped out of the car and didn’t look back. You let out a sigh and followed him, leaving a prudent distance between the two of you. 

Once you were in the hotel room, you both started to get ready for bed, like you usually did, except this time, you didn’t acknowledge each other. 

That was until you were already on your side of the bed and he came out of the bathroom, taking the spot next to you and burying his face on his phone again. The entire time you were building up the courage to say something, anything, now that you decided that apologising was the right thing to do.

“Lando?” You called for him, but again, he just hummed in response. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You were right, I shouldn’t have said anything, and I should have respected that you just wanted to be alone.”

That’s when it hit him. How could he get so mad at you for trying to make him feel better? 

He dropped his phone and turned to face you, and noticing your sad expression and teary eyes broke him. His eyes softened as guilt washed over him. Why were you apologising when he was the one who reacted like that? But as soon as you looked down at your hands to avoid eye contact and tears started falling down your face again, he felt even worse. 

“Y/N… Baby, I’m so sorry.” He got closer to you, softly taking your cheeks in his hands to get you to look at him. “Please don’t cry, I’m sorry I acted like a dick and raised my voice at you,” he stared, wiping your tears away, carefully thinking about what else he could say. 

You, on the other hand, didn’t know how to react. Your plan was to apologise and hopefully move on, but now that he was apologising, you didn’t know what to say; you didn’t want him to feel guilty, even though it was his fault you were in that position right now. If only he took a different approach. 

“It wasn’t your fault, okay? You were just trying to help, and I should have appreciated that, you know that I do, I just... I don’t know, there is no excuse for what I did.” But you were still silent and trying to avoid eye contact. “Baby, say something.” 

“Lando, you yelled at me.” You finally replied, your voice a bit muffled by your tears.

“I know, I shouldn’t have done that, and I promise I’ll never do it again.”

After a minute of silence, you just nodded, which made him let out a sigh of relief. “Okay.”

“Okay? I’m sorry, my love.” He pulled you into a hug, your head on his chest as he placed a soft kiss on your head. “I know I was a dick, and I really wish I was nicer about it.”

“It’s okay, I get it; you were frustrated with your result, and I should’ve known better than to interfere with what you were feeling.”

“No, it’s not okay. I was frustrated, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” Lando was rubbing your back softly, trying to bring you the comfort you tried to give him earlier. “I love you, and I can’t describe how much I appreciate everything you do for me; I know having to deal with my shit is not easy, so thank you.”

“It’s fine, I mean it.” You looked up at him, locking eyes finally in the entire day. “Just... don’t push me away, okay? And if you do need to be alone, just say it, and I promise I will listen next time.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

He gently placed a hand on your check, rubbing small circles before leaning in for a kiss, one both of you much needed. And with one final ‘I love you’, you feel asleep in his arms.

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EXCUSE ME MISS MA’AM!?

Hi I speak for everyone that if you have the time, energy, and love…. Could you please give us a part two of Bunny. Yeah we’re gonna need that in order to function properly. I am begging at this point.

P.S. you are a beautiful person!

Sincerely,

Chaos

I love you babes! 💚 again, I cannot believe an amazing author like YOU, wanted a part two from ME! This absolutely means the work to me. Thank you :)

Bunny (Part 2) - Health Ledger!Joker x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Joker x Fem!Reader Joker x Reader with Anxiety

Word Count: 11,941

Warnings: violence, Joker, manipulation, minor age gap, implied stalking, technically breaking and entering Summary: This new-found relationship- if it could even be labelled as such, has been wearing on Y/n. Being with a wanted criminal generally does that to a person, she finds. Now, when she encounters a potential new friend during her lecture, how will this dynamic fit into her already tumultuous existence?

(MASTERLIST) (Part One) - (Part Three)

A/N: Thank you everyone in fact for all the support on this fic that I've gotten and a lot of requests for a part two so I hope I can deliver! I love this man so much (maybe not as much as our girl Chaos, but you get me). In this one, I definitely wanted to make him more manipulative and just overall aggressive so ✨ slay ✨ So I hope you all enjoy this part two :) 💚

-

To describe her newfound "relationship" with the Joker as unconventional would be a massive understatement. If Y/n wasn't anxious before, she most certainly was now. The Joker's presence in her life was a constant source of unease, his unpredictable nature and the shadow of his criminality casting a dark cloud over her thoughts.

The fear of discovery gnawed at her mind like a relentless beast. What if someone saw him entering her dorm? What if word got out and she became a target? Despite the Joker's assurances of protection, Y/n couldn't shake the nagging doubt that lingered in the depths of her mind.

And then there were the surprise visits, each one a jolt to her already frazzled nerves. With no means of contacting him or determining when they would meet, Y/n found herself at the mercy of the Joker's whims, her schedule and peace of mind constantly disrupted.

What truly unsettled her, however, was the realization that the Joker seemed to have an uncanny ability to keep tabs on her, lurking in the shadows without her knowledge. She was trapped in a game she didn't fully understand, a pawn in the Joker's twisted world, with no escape in sight.

But it wasn’t all too bad, for one thing, he was surprising very generous, in his own way. He’d show up, showering her with gifts and other offers that kept her on her toes. He’s also offered to buy Y/n a high end apartment, but knowing him, it would be paid with dirty money, which is something she’d think about everytime she stepped into the apartment. 

Despite his unpredictable nature, she couldn't deny the feelings she harbored for him. In his presence, she experienced emotions she had never known before, a strange mixture of fear and exhilaration that left her breathless. Strangely, amidst the chaos and danger that surrounded him, he had a way of making her feel oddly calm and grounded.

Nights like these were the ones she cherished most. Lying on her single bed, Joker enveloped her in his embrace, his warmth providing a sense of solace that she found nowhere else. They remained in silence, finding comfort in each other's presence.

Y/n felt his lips press against the side of her head, eliciting a slight groan as she instinctively reached to wipe away the residue of his makeup. She hadn't yet seen him without it, respecting his choice to keep his identity concealed, but sometimes wished she could see the man behind the mask.

"You don't like my kisses?" Joker quirked an eyebrow, teasingly.

"It's not your kisses I mind, it's the greasy mess you leave behind," Y/n replied with a playful grin.

“Greasy mess? Like this?” Joker responded by nuzzling his face against hers, prompting a laugh from Y/n as she attempted to push him away.

Y/n playfully pushed Joker away, laughing as she saw his face paint smudged from their playful exchange. It wasn't until she caught her own reflection in the small mirror across the room that she realized her own face was adorned with similar streaks of color.

"Oh yay! Now I have to go out and clean my face," she remarked, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Joker glanced at his reflection in the mirror, a grin spreading across his face as he observed the colorful mess they had created together.

"It's a masterpiece," he declared with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh, feeling a sense of freedom and happiness in these moments with Joker, despite the uncertainty that lingered in the background.

Y/n rose from the bed, intending to clean the smeared face paint from her skin, but Joker's voice halted her in her tracks.

"Where do you think you're going?" he inquired, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

"Just to wash my face," Y/n replied, her voice gentle.

Joker's response was immediate. "Later," he insisted, his arms beckoning her back to the warmth of their shared space.

Reluctantly, Y/n made her way back to him, sinking back into the comfort of Joker's embrace as they resumed their quiet companionship.

As they lay together in silence, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in her mind. Joker's presence, though comforting in its own way, was a constant reminder of the unpredictable nature of their relationship.

Lost in her thoughts, Y/n felt Joker's hand gently stroking her hair, a gesture that contrasted sharply with his usual erratic demeanor. She turned to look at him, meeting his intense gaze.

"Now tell me… What’s going on inside that little mind of yours, Bunny?" Joker asked softly, his eyes searching hers for answers.

Y/n hesitated, unsure how to articulate the swirling emotions inside her. "Just... wondering about us," she admitted quietly.

Joker caressed her cheek, "You worry too much, Doll," he murmured, pulling her closer to him.

But despite his reassurance, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that gnawed at her insides. She knew that navigating a relationship with the Joker would never be easy, but for now, all she could do was hold onto him and hope for the best.

-

As Y/n stirred from her slumber from her sudden alarm ringing, the absence of Joker's warmth beside her sent a pang of loneliness through her. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up in bed and glanced around the room, the morning light casting a soft glow over the empty space.

With a heavy sigh, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and reached for her phone to silence the persistent alarm. The familiar routine of the morning only served to highlight the absence of Joker's presence, leaving Y/n feeling a sense of gloom that lingered like a shadow.

Despite knowing that their time together was fleeting and unpredictable, Y/n couldn't help but yearn for the comfort of Joker's embrace. But as she resigned herself to another day without him by her side, she knew that the loneliness was a small price to pay for the moments of connection they shared.

-

Navigating the familiar corridors of Gotham University, Y/n followed her well-worn path to her lecture hall. As she walked down the steps, she suddenly stopped. Someone was sitting in her spot. Well- it technically wasn’t her seat, but it had become her unofficial spot through habit.

Her heart quickened with uncertainty as Y/n scanned the room, searching for an alternative seat. Sighing in relief, she found herself an empty row along the side, a makeshift refuge from the disruption to her routine.

As she took her seat, she couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. It was unsettling to deviate from her routine, even in such a small way. But she reminded herself that change was inevitable, and sometimes it was necessary to step out of her comfort zone.

Just as she started to relax into her new surroundings, a voice startled her from behind.

"Hey, mind if I sit here?" the voice asked, and Y/n turned to see a guy standing beside her, a friendly smile on his face.

"Uhh.. No, you can sit," Y/n replied hesitantly.

He smiled warmly, settling into the seat beside her. "I’m Max, by the way," he introduced himself.

"I’m Y/n," she responded quickly, feeling a flutter of nerves at his friendly demeanor.

"He really piled on the homework this week, didn't he?" Max said with a chuckle, referring to the professor's latest reading.

Y/n nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. "Tell me about it. I feel like I'm drowning in articles."

Max laughed, a sound that was oddly comforting to Y/n's ears. "Well, at least we're in the same boat. Misery loves company, right?"

As they chatted, Y/n couldn't help but notice the genuine kindness in Max's eyes and the way his smile reached all the way to his eyes. It was a stark contrast to the unpredictable intensity she experienced with Joker.

Despite her lingering anxiety, Y/n found herself enjoying the conversation, feeling a sense of normalcy she hadn't felt in a long time. For the first time in a while, Y/n felt a glimmer of excitement at the prospect of forming a new connection. Maybe this blip in her routine was exactly what she needed.

-

As they walked up the steps, Max's voice cut through the murmurs of departing students. He turned to Y/n with a friendly smile, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "I'm heading to the library. Care to join?"

Y/n paused, her gaze flitting to the clock before returning to Max. His genuine invitation sparked a flicker of warmth in her chest. "Thanks, but I don't think I have time," she replied, a hint of regret in her tone.

"No worries. Maybe next time?" Max suggested, his smile unwavering.

Y/n's mind raced, contemplating the possibility. She couldn't help but feel excited about Max's offer. "Sounds good," she finally said, returning his smile with a small one of her own.

"Great," Max said, his smile widening before he turned and walked out of the lecture hall.

As Y/n watched Max's retreating figure, a sense of relief washed over her. For the first time in a while, she felt a glimmer of normalcy amidst the chaos of her life.

-

Walking back to her dorm was a breeze, as it was only a short distance from campus. With each step, a smile adorned Y/n's face, a rare occurrence after a typical day at university. Beyond the casual acquaintances in her dorm, she rarely found herself engaging with others on campus.

Unlocking her dorm room door, Y/n stepped inside, only to be greeted by a sudden scream that escaped her lips. Joker stood before her, a chilling presence that sent shivers down her spine.

"You scared me!" Y/n sighed, quickly shutting the door behind her. “I didn’t expect to see you till later on.”

Joker's demeanor was unsettlingly calm as he observed her, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, an eyebrow quirked inquisitively.

"Have a... good day?" Joker's voice carried an edge of menace.

"Uhh... I suppose," Y/n replied, her nerves palpable.

There was an unmistakable tension in the air, an unspoken threat lingering between them. Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.

"Are you okay, Joker?" Y/n asked cautiously.

"Dandy..." Joker's response was terse, his gaze piercing as he continued to scrutinize her.

Y/n's brow furrowed in concern, her instincts on high alert. But before she could voice her apprehension, Joker abruptly changed the subject, his tone taking on a predatory edge.

"Made any friends lately?" Joker's question hung in the air, loaded with an underlying threat.

"N-no," Y/n stammered, feeling like a cornered animal under Joker's scrutiny.

A sinister smile tugged at Joker's lips, an unsettling sight that sent a chill down Y/n's spine. She felt like a mouse being circled by a hungry cat- or in this case, a bunny being circled by a hungry wolf as Joker began to pace around her, his movements calculated and predatory.

"Hmmm..." Joker's voice was a low murmur, filled with unnerving curiosity. "Then who was that boy you were talking with?"

"Oh! Max," Y/n began to explain, she smiled slightly, thinking back to their encounter. "I had to sit in a different seat today, and he sat beside…"

Her words trailed off as realization dawned on her. Y/n's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to form a coherent response. She hadn't anticipated Joker's sudden interrogation, nor did she understand how he knew about her encounter with Max.

"H-how do you know about that?"

But Joker merely smirked in response, his yellowed teeth gleaming in the dim light of her dorm room, his gaze fixated on her with an intensity that made her blood run cold.

"So, my Bunny made a friend?" Joker's smile widened, revealing his yellowed teeth in a chilling grin. "Why don’t you tell me about this… Max.".

"I-I don’t know much about him, I just met him today," Y/n explained, her voice tinged with apprehension.

"Is that so?" Joker halted abruptly, standing mere inches away from her.

Y/n nodded, her nerves palpable as she awaited Joker's next move.

"You know, Bunny," Joker began, his tone shifting to something more serious, "I don't think you should be hanging around with this Max character."

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise. "Why not?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady despite the rising fear.

"Because," Joker replied, his voice dropping to a low growl, "I don't trust him. And you should know by now that I don't like it when people get too close to what's mine."

Y/n's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to process Joker's words. She knew he was possessive, but this felt different. More dangerous. She needed to tread carefully.

"But… he's just a friend," Y/n protested weakly, hoping to reason with Joker.

Joker's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he took a step closer to her. "I don't care if he's just a friend. Stay away from him, Bunny. Trust me, it's for your own good."

Y/n swallowed hard, looking down, feeling a knot of fear tightening in her stomach. She knew she had to heed Joker's warning, no matter how much it frightened her.

Joker held her jaw, tilting her head up to look at him with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. “Is there a problem, Bunny?” he asked, his voice low and commanding.

She shook her head, feeling the weight of his hand against her skin, making it hard to think straight.

“Good,” Joker said, his lips brushing against hers in a possessive kiss. “Now, let’s go have a lie down, hmm? I know how class just wears you out,” he suggested, his tone oddly tender as he led her to the bed.

Y/n complied, allowing Joker to guide her onto the single bed. As he kicked off his shoes and settled in, she followed suit, slipping off her own shoes before nestling against his chest. His warmth enveloped her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the familiar comfort of his body against hers.

"You know I care very much about you, Bunny?" Joker said, his voice soft yet firm.

"Yes... I know," Y/n murmured, her heart fluttering at his words.

"Good," Joker said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his touch surprisingly tender.

Looking at his wristwatch, Joker pushed himself up, not-so-gently dropping Y/n beside him. "Duty calls," he announced, his tone playful as usual.

"But it's only been like two minutes," Y/n protested, disappointment evident in her voice.

"I know, Doll... I'm gonna take you out tonight... how about that? Wear something nice, and I want you to use the money I got you, okay?" Joker suggested, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

Y/n had hoped he would have forgotten by now, it had been ages. "Yeah, okay, I'll go out and find something..." she replied, quielty.

Joker leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss on her lips. "Mwah!" he exclaimed with a grin before pulling back.

"Bye..." Y/n's voice trailed off as she watched Joker leave through her door.

She couldn't help but marvel at how he managed to slip away undetected every time, but she cracked it to Gotham University's apparent incompetence and obliviousness.

With a heavy sigh, she heaved herself up from her bed. It seemed like she wouldn't be catching a break anytime soon.

-

Y/n struggled to remember the last time she had gone shopping for clothes. She gingerly flipped through the stacks of bills, feeling a mix of awe and discomfort at the sheer amount of money in her possession. Each bill represented a dark and mysterious world she was inadvertently tied to, courtesy of the Joker's lavish gifts. Despite her reluctance to accept his extravagant gestures, she couldn't deny the allure of the possibilities they presented.

With a sigh, Y/n tucked the money into her bag and stepped out into the bustling streets of Gotham. The city seemed to pulsate with its own energy, the tall buildings casting eerie shadows on the sidewalks as people hurried by, lost in their own worlds.

As she wandered through the maze of shops and boutiques, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. The clothes on display were unlike anything she had ever worn before. Bold, daring, and utterly impractical. She hesitated in front of a boutique window adorned with shimmering dresses and edgy leather jackets, feeling a pang of uncertainty gnawing at her.

But then she remembered Joker's words, urging her to splurge and indulge in whatever caught her eye. With a newfound determination, she pushed open the door and stepped into the store, ready to explore this unfamiliar world of luxury and extravagance.

Lost in the sea of designer labels and vibrant colors, Y/n tried to navigate her way through racks of clothing that seemed to whisper promises of confidence and allure. She trailed her fingers over the fabrics, feeling a mixture of excitement and apprehension bubbling within her.

As Y/n looked through the racks of clothing, she sifted through each piece with a discerning eye. Among the array of options, a vibrant red dress caught her attention. It boasted a flattering knee-length hem and a square collar, but despite its appeal, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that it lacked the wow factor she desired. With a sigh, she returned the dress to its place and continued her search, determined to find something truly captivating.

After what felt like an eternity of exploration, Y/n's patience paid off when her gaze fell upon a stunning black dress. The fabric shimmered enticingly under the store lights, drawing her in like a moth to a flame. As she reached out to touch it, her fingers traced the intricate stitching and delicate lace details that adorned the neckline, sending a shiver of excitement down her spine.

The dress exuded an air of confidence and allure that resonated with Y/n. She envisioned herself wearing it, knowing that it would accentuate her curves and command Joker’s attention. With Joker in mind, she couldn't help but imagine the look of admiration on his face when he saw her in such a striking ensemble.

Filled with determination, Y/n approached the checkout counter, the anticipation of owning the dress igniting a newfound sense of excitement within her. This was no ordinary purchase, it was a statement, a declaration of her newfound confidence.

As she handed over the wad of cash, Y/n couldn't help but feel a surge of guilt at the extravagance of her spending. The money was a reminder of the tangled web she found herself caught in, a constant reminder of the dangerous allure of the Joker's world.

But as she walked out of the boutique, clutching her new dress tightly, Y/n couldn't deny the thrill of stepping outside her comfort zone. Perhaps, just for tonight, she would embrace the luxury and excitement that came with being the Joker's Bunny.

-

With a mix of excitement and nervousness, Y/n slipped into the sleek black dress she had purchased earlier. Its smooth fabric hugged her figure in all the right places, boosting her confidence with each zip and adjustment. She paired it with elegant heels and subtle accessories, adding a touch of sophistication to her ensemble.

As she stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection, Y/n couldn't help but wonder where Joker would take her tonight. All he had said to her was he was taking her out, leaving her in suspense about their destination. Despite the uncertainty, she felt a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins, eager to see what the evening had in store.

With a final glance at her reflection, Y/n took a deep breath and headed to the living room to wait for Joker. She perched herself on the edge of her bed, her heart racing with anticipation as she played with the hem of her dress, her mind buzzing with excitement for the night ahead.

As the door to her dorm room swung open, Joker stepped inside, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he took in Y/n's appearance. Rising to her feet, she greeted him with a smile, her heart fluttering at the sight of him.

"Look at you!" Joker exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he gestured for her to spin around. Y/n complied, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she twirled gracefully.

"I see that money came in handy," Joker remarked, wrapping his arms around her waist affectionately.

"Thank you," she replied, her voice filled with gratitude.

"Let's get a move on!" Joker declared, intertwining his fingers with hers and leading her out of the dorm room.

Exiting the building, they encountered no security at the front desk, allowing them to slip away unnoticed. As they stepped out into the crisp Gotham evening, Joker suddenly halted, turning to face Y/n with a playful glint in his eye.

"Wait right here, Bunny. I've got a little surprise for you," he said, giving her a wink before disappearing into the darkness.

Y/n watched him go, her curiosity piqued. She shifted nervously on her feet, her mind buzzing with anticipation as she wondered what Joker had in store for her.

Y/n rocked back and forth on her feet as she waited for Joker's surprise. The evening air was cool against her skin, and the soft glow of the streetlights cast gentle shadows around her. She was so lost in her thoughts that she barely noticed someone approaching until she heard her name being called.

"Hey, Y/n!" The voice was familiar, and she turned around quickly, her expression lighting up as she saw Max walking towards her.

"Hey Max," she greeted him warmly, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Uh, you remembered my name," Max remarked, a playful glint dancing in his eyes.

Y/n chuckled, feeling a sense of ease wash over her in Max's presence. "It's not hard to forget," she quipped back, enjoying the lighthearted banter.

Max stepped up beside her, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his hoodie. "You look lovely," he complimented her, his gaze warm and appreciative.

"Thank you," Y/n replied, a blush spreading across her cheeks at the sincerity in his words.

"Got something special planned?" Max asked, his curiosity piqued as he glanced around at their surroundings.

"My uuh... friend is taking me somewhere," Y/n explained, feeling a pang of uncertainty about how to refer to Joker in that moment.

"I see. Well, I hope you have a wonderful night and see you later then," Max said, offering her a friendly smile before stepping away.

"You too! Bye," Y/n called after him, watching as he walked away with a sense of gratitude for his kindness. 

As Y/n stood on the sidewalk, lost in her thoughts, she suddenly heard the revving of an engine. Glancing up, she saw a sleek purple Ford Cortina pulling up in front of her, the headlights casting an ethereal glow around the vehicle. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized that it was Joker behind the wheel.

The car's engine purred softly as Joker leaned over and rolled down the window, flashing her a mischievous grin. "Hop in, Bunny," he called out, his voice laced with excitement.

Y/n couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation as she approached the car, her pulse quickening with every step. As she slid into the passenger seat beside him, she couldn't help but admire the vintage vehicle, its purple exterior gleaming under the streetlights.

"Nice wheels," she commented, unable to hide her admiration.

Joker chuckled, his eyes alight with amusement. "It’s yours, Bunny," he said, giving her a wink before pulling away from the curb and merging into the flow of traffic.

"W-what? Really? For me?" Y/n stammered in disbelief, her eyes widening.

"Check the glove box," Joker instructed, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Curious, Y/n complied, opening the compartment and finding it empty save for a single black box. With a mixture of anticipation and excitement, she retrieved the box, her fingers trembling slightly as she held it in her hands.

"Open it," Joker urged, a playful glint in his eyes.

With trembling hands, Y/n carefully lifted the lid of the box, revealing a stunning gold necklace adorned with a delicate "J" pendant. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed at the exquisite piece of jewelry, her heart swelling with gratitude and affection.

"It's beautiful," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned to Joker, her eyes shining with emotion.

"You spoil me too much, J!" Y/n exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with gratitude as she hugged him tightly.

Joker chuckled, his smirk widening at her reaction. "You deserve it, Bunny."

With a grin, Y/n removed her current necklace and replaced it with the new one, admiring the glint of the gold against her skin.

As the city lights cast a soft glow over them, Joker seized the moment at the stoplight. Leaning towards Y/n, he pressed his lips to hers, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down her spine. His gloved finger trailed along her jawline, igniting a tingling sensation that danced across her skin like tiny sparks.

"You're J's Bunny, got that?" Joker's voice was low, filled with a mixture of affection and authority as he held her gaze, his eyes piercing into hers with intensity.

Y/n felt her pulse quicken as she nodded, her heart swelling with a mix of excitement and adoration for the man beside her.

"Good," Joker whispered, his lips brushing against hers once more before he leaned back, his attention returning to the road as the traffic light switched to green, signaling their onward journey into the night.

“I saw you talking with someone… Want to tell me about that?” Joker suddenly mentioned. 

The air in the car suddenly felt heavy as Joker's piercing gaze bore into Y/n. She could feel the weight of his disapproval pressing down on her, suffocating her with its intensity. Her fingers fidgeted nervously in her lap as she struggled to find the right words.

"That was just my friend…Max," Y/n finally confessed, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes fixed on the dashboard in front of her.

Joker's jaw tightened, his grip on the steering wheel growing tense. "I thought I told you to stay away from him," he reminded her, his voice cold and sharp.

Y/n's heart sank at the reprimand. She knew she had crossed a line, but Max had caught her off guard, and she hadn't wanted to be rude. "He approached me, Joker," she explained, her voice trembling with apprehension. "I couldn't just ignore him... it would have been rude."

Joker's grip on the steering wheel tightened further, his knuckles turning white with the pressure. He remained silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on the road ahead as they drove through the dimly lit streets of Gotham.

Beneath his face paint, a storm brewed in Joker's eyes, his usual charisma overshadowed by a brooding intensity. Y/n couldn't decipher the full extent of his emotions, but the tension radiating from him was palpable. It puzzled her why Joker was so fixated on someone like Max, and she struggled to understand the depth of his agitation over their brief interaction.

"I don't want you talking to him anymore, Bunny. I’ve already told you once…" he said firmly, his voice tinged with a hint of warning.

Y/n nodded silently, her stomach churning with unease. She knew better than to argue with Joker when he was in this mood. Instead, she cast a glance out the window, her mind racing with conflicting emotions.

As they continued their journey in silence, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at her insides. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she disobeyed him again.

The journey was filled with an uneasy silence, punctuated only by the occasional hum of the car engine and the distant sounds of Gotham's nocturnal activities. Finally, they arrived at their destination. A dimly lit alleyway nestled between towering buildings, their shadows looming ominously over the narrow passage.

Joker parked the car with a screech of tires, the headlights casting eerie shadows on the graffiti-covered walls. Y/n's heart raced as she stepped out of the car, her eyes darting nervously around the unfamiliar surroundings. This was undoubtedly another one of Joker's mysterious escapades, and she couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension that tinged the air.

As Y/n followed Joker deeper into the alley, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at her gut. The dim lighting and the deserted atmosphere made her skin crawl, but she tried to push aside her fears and focus on Joker's presence beside her.

"Where are we going?" she ventured to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

Joker glanced back at her, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. "Somewhere nice, my dear Bunny," he replied cryptically, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Y/n's heart fluttered nervously at his words, unsure of what awaited them at their destination. But she followed him nonetheless. Stopping at a weathered, rust-covered door, Joker pushed it open with a creak. The vibrant lights and pulsating music of a nightclub flooded out, momentarily overwhelming Y/n's senses. Her heart raced as Joker led her inside, the thumping bass reverberating through her chest.

"Cool it, Doll. It's just us," he reassured her, his voice cutting through the cacophony of sound.

As they entered the room, Y/n found herself surrounded by flashing lights and the rhythmic beat of the music with no people. It wasn't a typical nightclub setting, but rather a smaller, more intimate space adjacent to the main dance floor.

Her heart swelled with gratitude as she realized Joker's thoughtfulness. Despite his chaotic nature, he had arranged for a private space just for the two of them, understanding her anxieties and his own need for discretion.

"Dance with me," Joker declared, his eyes alight with mischief as he extended his hand to her.

As the music filled the room, Joker pulled Y/n close, his hand firm on her waist as they swayed to the beat. Y/n's heart raced with excitement and gratitude. Despite the chaos and danger that seemed to follow Joker wherever he went, moments like these made her feel that he was really worth it.

With each step and turn, Y/n couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of belonging in Joker's arms. She was grateful for this moment of peace amidst the turmoil of their unconventional relationship. The music seemed to drown out the world outside, leaving only the two of them in their own little sanctuary.

As they danced, Y/n gazed up at Joker, feeling a surge of affection for the enigmatic man who had captured her heart. In his embrace, she felt safe and loved, despite the uncertainties that lay ahead. She silently thanked whatever fate had brought them together, cherishing this fleeting moment of happiness.

Lost in the rhythm of the music, Y/n couldn't help but revel in the experience, feeling the pulsating beat course through her veins. 

"I've never been to a nightclub before," Y/n admitted, her voice barely audible over the music.

Joker chuckled, the sound low and rich. "Well, you picked the right one for your first time, Bunny," he replied, twirling her around the room.

Y/n laughed, the sound mixing with the music as she allowed herself to be swept away by the moment. It didn't matter where they were or what dangers lurked outside, all that mattered was the warmth of Joker's embrace and the joy of being together.

Joker leaned in close to Y/n's ear, his breath warm against her skin. "Care for a drink, Bunny?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the music.

Y/n nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Sure," she replied.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Joker made his way over to the mini bar tucked away in the corner of the room. Expertly, he mixed together a concoction of spirits, his hands moving with practiced ease. After a few moments, he returned to Y/n's side, holding out a glass filled with the vibrant liquid.

"Here you go, my dear," Joker said, offering her the drink with a smirk. "Drink up." “What is it?” Y/n asked, taking a sip. 

"It's a little something I like to call 'Joker's Special'," he replied with a playful wink, watching intently as she took a sip. "Don't worry, Bunny, it's guaranteed to put a smile on your face."

Placing her cup down, Y/n hesitated for a moment, unsure of how Joker would react to her question. But she couldn't shake off her curiosity, and the need for clarity outweighed her apprehension.

"Hey umm… J?" Y/n started, using the new nickname she had given him, hoping to catch his attention.

Joker turned towards her, his piercing gaze fixed on her. "Yes, Doll?" he replied, his voice tinged with curiosity.

"...How did you know about Max... the first time I mean..." Y/n asked, her voice slightly faltering with uncertainty.

Joker's expression hardened, a flicker of annoyance flashing in his eyes. "What's it to you?" he retorted, his tone sharp and defensive.

"I-I was just curious, that's all," Y/n answered nervously, feeling a sense of unease creeping over her.

Y/n swallowed nervously, sensing the tension in the air. She could tell that Joker was growing increasingly irritated by her questions, but she couldn't let it go.

"It's just... I don't understand how you knew about him," Y/n continued tentatively, trying to tread carefully. "I mean, you're always so... aware of things."

Joker's expression softened slightly at her explanation, but the intensity in his eyes remained. He stepped closer to her, his presence looming over her.

"I have my ways, Doll," he replied, his voice low and measured. "Let's just say I keep tabs on what's important to me."

Y/n's unease deepened at his vague response, but a surge of conflicting emotions washed over her as Joker's words sank in. Despite the cryptic nature of his explanation, the acknowledgment that she was important to him stirred something within her.

Her heart fluttered at the realization, a mix of apprehension and a strange sense of validation coursing through her veins. Despite the uncertainty surrounding their relationship and Joker's unpredictable character, there was a strange comfort in knowing that she held significance in his eyes.

Suppressing the urge to dwell further on the implications of his words, Y/n forced a small smile, grateful for the fleeting moment of assurance amidst the mystery that shrouded their connection. She knew better than to dwell on the problems of their dynamic, choosing instead to embrace the fleeting sense of importance that Joker's acknowledgment bestowed upon her.

As the music continued to pulse through the room, Joker extended his hand toward Y/n, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Come on, Bunny, let's dance," he urged, his voice a playful whisper.

Y/n hesitated for a moment, her mind still grappling with the weight of their conversation. But with a deep breath, she pushed aside her lingering doubts and placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her into the center of the room.

Their bodies moved in sync with the rhythm of the music, the space between them filled with an electrifying tension. Y/n found herself getting lost in the moment, the worries and uncertainties of the outside world fading away as she surrendered to the intoxicating allure of the dance.

With each twirl and sway, Y/n felt herself drawn closer to Joker, the magnetic pull between them growing stronger with each passing beat. And in that fleeting moment, amidst the pulsating lights and the thumping bass of the music, she allowed herself to forget about everything else and simply revel in the exhilarating freedom of the dance.

-

Y/n was practically bouncing in her seat with excitement as she took the driver's seat of her new car. Y/n was still at that age where driving was fun, but it had been quite some time since she last had the opportunity. Since moving away from her parents, she had relied on walking and public transportation to get around, so the prospect of hitting the road again filled her with giddy anticipation.

As Y/n navigated through the city streets, Joker sat beside her in the passenger seat, his presence filling the car with a playful energy. With every turn of the wheel, his gaze would occasionally drift toward her, his eyes lingering on her profile with a mix of amusement and something else she couldn't quite decipher.

Subtly, Joker's hand found its way to the space between their seats, his fingers grazing against Y/n's arm, clearly on purpose. Each touch sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a tingling sensation that danced along her skin. Despite the thrill of driving her new car, Y/n couldn't help but be acutely aware of Joker's proximity, his touch stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within her.

As they drove through the city, the night air filled with the buzz of activity, Y/n stole glances at Joker whenever she could. She couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled with mischief, contrasting with the seriousness of his painted grin.

"Enjoying the drive, Bunny?" Joker's voice interrupted her thoughts, his tone light but carrying a hint of something deeper.

Y/n nodded, unable to suppress the smile that tugged at her lips. "Yeah, it's amazing. Thank you for letting me drive."

Joker chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "It’s yours, Doll. No need to thank me. And I want you to be careful, I don’t want my little Bunny getting hurt."

Y/n playfully rolled her eyes. "I'll do my best," she replied, her fingers tightening on the steering wheel as they continued on their journey.

Arriving back at the university dorms, Y/n drove to the parking lot tucked away behind the building. The area was quiet, illuminated only by the soft glow of streetlights, casting long shadows across the pavement.

Cutting the engine, Y/n turned to Joker with a hopeful smile. "Would you like to come in? Stay for a while?"

Joker's grin widened, his eyes alight with mischief. "I'd be delighted," he replied.

Exiting the car, they made their way toward the entrance of the dormitory. Each step echoed in the quiet night, the cool breeze brushing against their skin.

Inside, the dormitory buzzed with activity, the sound of music and chatter drifting through the halls. Y/n led Joker down the familiar corridor, the fluorescent lights casting a dim glow as they walked.

Arriving at her room, Y/n unlocked the door and ushered Joker inside. With a flick of the light switch, the room was bathed in a warm, comforting glow. Joker wasted no time in shedding his coat, tossing it carelessly onto the desk chair before flopping onto the bed, his shoes still firmly planted on his feet.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully at his disregard for her tidiness. "You know how I feel about shoes on the bed," she chided, reaching over to unlace them.

Once his shoes were off, Y/n retrieved a fresh set of pyjamas from her wardrobe. "Close your eyes, please," she asked, slipping out of her own shoes before changing her clothes.

Joker feigned a pout. "But Bunny, I don't want to miss a moment of your beauty," he protested, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

Y/n rolled her eyes, trying to hide a smile. "You've seen enough of my beauty for one night. Close your eyes," she insisted again, trying to sound stern.

Joker sighed dramatically but complied, shutting his eyes with an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, but only because you asked so nicely," he teased, flashing her a grin before obediently closing his eyes.

After changing, Y/n turned to find Joker still lounging on her bed, his eyes closed as she had instructed.

"You can open your eyes now," she said, approaching him with a smile.

Joker opened his eyes, grinning at her. "Looking as lovely as ever, Bunny," he remarked, sitting up on the bed.

Y/n felt a warmth spread through her chest at his compliment. "Thank you," she replied, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her.

Joker patted the space next to him on the bed. "Come here, Bunny. Let's just relax for a bit," he suggested, his tone surprisingly soft.

Y/n joined him on the bed, snuggling into his side as they both settled in. As she leaned against him, Y/n stole a glance at Joker. His faded green hair was unkempt, yet somehow it suited him perfectly. She longed to run her fingers through it, but the memory of the grease that always seemed to coat it made her hesitate. Instead, she admired his features, even beneath the layers of makeup that concealed so much of his true self.

Her gaze lingered on his face, taking in the harsh lines of his scars accentuated by the red makeup. She knew from touching them that they were surprisingly soft, a contradiction to their intimidating appearance. And she couldn't help but wish she could see him without the makeup, to truly witness the man behind the facade.

She longed to kiss him without getting greasy red residue on her face, and to caress his cheek without leaving white handprints everywhere afterwards. Y/n yearned to see the face of the man who brought her unparalleled joy.

Joker peered down at her, his gaze magnetic. "Am I just that dashing, you can't take your eyes off me?" he quipped.

Y/n smirked. "I don't know, it's hard to tell with all that makeup," she retorted, her tone light but tinged with playful teasing. She knew she was pushing boundaries, but she couldn't resist.

Joker chuckled, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. "Ah, so my Bunny wants to see the man behind the mask, hmm?" he mused, leaning in closer to her.

Y/n felt her heartbeat quicken at his proximity, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. "Of course I do," she replied coyly, unable to tear her gaze away from his captivating green eyes.

"But the makeup is what adds to the mystique," Joker countered.

"What if I don't want mystique? What if I don't want the Joker... What if I want J?" Y/n questioned, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"What makes you think you can handle J?" he added with a smirk.

Y/n groaned and rolled her eyes. "Ugh! You're so frustrating," she said, turning away from him on the small bed.

"Now, is that any way to treat the man who just bought you a car?" Joker playfully put his hand on his hip.

"Stole! You stole me a car," Y/n retorted.

"How do you know I didn’t buy it?" Joker teased.

"You dropped a few thousand bucks in cash in my hands during a bank heist, and you really want me to believe you paid for this car with honest cash?" Y/n countered.

"Just because the cash wasn’t honest, doesn’t mean I didn’t buy it," Joker continued, pressing a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh at Joker's playful antics, despite the tension that lingered between them moments ago. His unpredictable nature always kept her on her toes, but she found herself drawn to it nonetheless.

"Alright, alright," she said, her laughter subsiding. "Regardless of how you got the car, I appreciate it."

Joker grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "That's my Bunny," he said, pulling her closer into a tight embrace. "Always appreciating my efforts, no matter how... unconventional they may be."

As they lay together, wrapped in each other's arms, Y/n smiled. Even though their conversation didn't go exactly as she had hoped, Joker still managed to put a smile on her face.

-

The next day, Y/n found herself walking with a newfound lightness in her step. The previous night had left her feeling great, the joy of their time together momentarily overshadowing her usual anxieties. Moreover, she appreciated the gesture from J, who had woken her up to say goodbye before leaving, a departure from his usual habit of slipping away silently while she slept. It seemed their relationship was evolving in a direction she welcomed.

Entering the lecture hall, Y/n descended the steps with a sense of anticipation. However, her momentum halted as a familiar voice called out her name.

“Hey, Y/n!” It was Max.

His friendly demeanor and wave caught her attention, and as she turned towards him, he motioned for her to join him. An internal conflict brewed within her as she hesitated. While Max had been nothing but kind, the warnings from Joker lingered in her mind like a shadow.

Nevertheless, she couldn't bear the thought of disregarding Max's invitation, especially after his gesture of friendliness. So, with a tight smile, Y/n made her way over to sit beside him.

“Hey, Max,” she greeted, trying to mask her unease.

“Did you have a good night?” Max inquired, his tone filled with genuine curiosity.

“Yeah, it was fun,” Y/n replied vaguely, opting not to divulge any specifics.

As the lecture began, Y/n tried to focus on the material, but her mind kept drifting. She couldn't shake off the feeling of being stuck. From the second Y/n had met Max, Joker was on her back about it, but she found it impossible to avoid him.

Throughout the class, Max occasionally leaned over to share a comment or joke, and Y/n found herself smiling in response, grateful for the distraction. Yet, each interaction with Max reminded her of the complicated web of secrets she was entangled in.

After the lecture ended, Max turned to Y/n with a friendly grin. "Hey, do you want to grab a drink or something? The cafe near the hub has this new drink I want to try out."

Y/n hesitated, torn between her desire to maintain a semblance of normalcy and the weight of her unconventional relationship with Joker. She glanced at her phone, noticing a text on her phone from an unknown id. Assuming it was just a spam message, Y/n ignored it, looking back up at Max.

"Yeah, sure," Y/n replied with a faint smile.

Exiting the lecture hall, Y/n and Max strolled down the corridor side by side, their footsteps echoing against the carpeted floor. As they reached the cafe, they paused in front of the wall menu, scanning the array of options before them.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Max turned to Y/n with a grin. "What do you feel like having today?"

Y/n shrugged, scanning the menu once more. "I'm not sure, maybe just a smoothie."

"Sounds good to me," Max nodded, stepping aside to let Y/n order first.

As Y/n stepped up to the counter to place her order, she felt a pang of guilt in her chest. Despite her resolve to avoid getting too close to Max, she couldn't help but appreciate his kindness. Yet, she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease, knowing Joker's disapproval lingered in the back of her mind.

After ordering her smoothie, Y/n stepped aside to let Max place his order. Their drinks were quickly made. With their drinks in hand, Y/n and Max found a table by the window, the warm sunlight streaming in, casting a gentle glow over their conversation. Max seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her better, asking about her hobbies, interests, and aspirations. Y/n found herself opening up more than she had expected, drawn in by his genuine curiosity and friendly demeanour.

As they chatted, Y/n couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. Glancing around the cafe, her heart skipped a beat when she spotted a familiar figure standing across the street, obscured in the shadows. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Y/n recognized Joker immediately, his green locks standing out like a beacon in the crowd, even under a hoodie. 

It was as if her heart stopped as she saw Joker's unmasked face. Gone were the layers of black white and red paint that usually concealed his identity, revealing features that were both haunting and strangely attractive. His eyes, once obscured by dark makeup, now bore into hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. The scars that marred his face were stark against his pale skin, a testament to the trials he had endured. Yet, there was an unexpected softness to his expression, a vulnerability that lay hidden beneath the facade of menace. In that moment, Y/n realized that the man before her was not just the Joker, but someone infinitely more complex.

His glare, though obscured from this distance, seemed to taunt her from afar, filling her with a sense of dread that crept up her spine like icy fingers. 

The mere sight of him sent a chill through her, as if his gaze could pierce through the glass and lock onto her own. Despite her attempts to focus on the conversation with Max, her mind kept returning to the ominous figure she had glimpsed, his presence casting a pall over the otherwise mundane surroundings of the cafe.

Y/n's breath caught in her throat as she spotted Joker, her heart hammering against her ribs. Panic surged through her veins, the last thing she wanted was for Max to become entangled in the chaotic mess that was her life with Joker, especially after the continuous warnings he had given her.

"Um, Max," Y/n interrupted, her voice trembling slightly. "I think we should go. Now."

Max turned to follow her gaze, but by the time his eyes scanned outside, Joker had vanished into the university campus. Y/n's unease lingered like a heavy fog, her mind racing with the implications of Joker's sudden appearance.

"Is everything okay?" Max asked, concerned about etching his features.

Y/n forced a smile, but her nerves were on edge. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just... let's head to the hub, okay?"

Despite Max's protests, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of dread that clung to her like a second skin. As they made their way back to the safety of the university grounds, her mind raced with the unanswered questions and the unsettling presence of the man she couldn't seem to escape.

And then her phone suddenly rang. The weight of the phone in her hand felt heavier than usual, each vibration a tangible reminder of the uncertainty that plagued her mind. Y/n's fingers trembled as she gingerly pulled her phone from her pocket, her heart pounding against her chest like a drumbeat of foreboding. The familiar sensation of dread washed over her as she stared at the screen, the words "Unknown Caller" glaring back at her like a sinister omen.

Max glanced back at her. "You need to get that?" he asked, his voice filled with understanding.

Y/n hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts, before nodding. "U-uh, yeah. Sorry, just a second," she replied, stepping aside to answer the call.

The bustling sounds of the university corridor seemed to fade into the background as she grappled with the decision to answer the call. Her mind raced with a flurry of anxious thoughts, each one a relentless echo of her fears. She knew exactly who it was, there was no denying it. With a shaky inhale, she finally mustered the courage to swipe her thumb across the screen, accepting the call with a trembling hand.

The ringing ceased, replaced by an eerie silence that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. Every second felt like an eternity as she waited for the voice on the other end to break the stillness, her pulse pounding in her ears like a relentless drumbeat of apprehension.

Her breath caught in her throat as she brought the phone to her ear, steeling herself for whatever awaited her on the other end. "Hello?"

"Go back to your dorm, now," came the chilling voice on the line, sending shivers down her spine.

Y/n's hands began to tremble, her voice faltering as she tried to reason with him. "J, come on... you can't be-"

"You're going to go home now before I make a scene in front of your precious boy toy," Joker interrupted, his tone laced with a dangerous edge.

Desperation welled up inside her as she pleaded with him. "J, you know it's not like that!"

"Do you really want to test me?" Joker's voice dripped with menace, sending a cold chill down her spine.

Y/n's heart plummeted like a stone sinking into the depths of a river as the call abruptly ended, leaving her with a gnawing sense of unease. Yet, all she was met with was the stark emptiness of the phone's display, a silent testament to the uncertainty that loomed over her.

Slowly, she looked away from the device, the weight of it feeling heavier in her trembling hands. With a heavy sigh, she tucked it back into her pocket, though the sense of dreed it had evoked lingered like a shadow cast across her thoughts.

Forcing herself to push aside the lingering unease, Y/n plastered a strained smile onto her lips as she rejoined Max. Despite her efforts to appear composed, the facade felt brittle and fragile, threatening to crumble with each passing moment. Yet, she knew she couldn't let her anxiety show, not when Max was standing beside her, oblivious to the turmoil churning within her.

With a deliberate effort, Y/n willed herself to focus on the present, pushing aside the unsettling encounter with Joker and the mysterious phone call that followed. But deep down, she couldn't shake the nagging sense of dread that had taken root in the depths of her being, casting a pall over even the simplest of interactions.

"Hey, sorry, Max. I need to get going," she said, her voice strained with apprehension.

Max nodded understandingly, though concern flickered in his eyes. "That's all good."

"Thanks for hanging out with me...bye," Y/n forced the words out, her heart heavy with worry.

"See ya," Max replied, offering a small smile before turning and walking away, leaving Y/n to grapple with the uncertain future that lay ahead.

With each step back to her dorm, Y/n felt as though she was wading through a thick fog of dread, her every movement weighed down by the oppressive atmosphere of uncertainty and fear. The dimly lit corridor seemed to stretch endlessly before her, its shadowy corners harbouring unseen threats that lurked just beyond her line of sight.

As she approached the worn wooden door of her dormitory, her heart pounded against her chest like a relentless drumbeat, the sound reverberating in her ears and drowning out all other noise. Each click of the key turning in the lock echoed through the stillness of the hallway, a stark reminder of her vulnerability in the face of the unknown.

A sense of foreboding washed over her as she reached for the doorknob, her fingers trembling with a mixture of hesitation and dread. The air around her seemed to crackle with tension, electrified by the presence that loomed ominously close behind her.

And then, as if from the depths of her darkest nightmares, his voice sliced through the silence like a knife, sending a chill down her spine and freezing her in place.

"Open the door, Doll," his words slithered into her ear like tendrils of cold, his breath ghosting over her skin with an icy touch that sent shivers cascading down her spine.

Her hands trembled as she fumbled with the key, her breath coming in shallow gasps. With a shaky twist, she finally managed to unlock the door, pushing it open with a creak. The room lay before her, the atmosphere suddenly growing cold.

It was Joker the closed the door. Joker's arm encircled her waist, his touch sending shivers down her spine. With a gentle yet firm grip, he guided her to face him, but she refused to look at him.

"Look at me, Bunny," he urged, his voice a low murmur that sent a chill through her bones.

Y/n hesitated, her eyes flickering with fear and uncertainty. "I-I don't want to," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Why not? Don't you want to see the face of your beloved J?" Joker's tone was taunting, his lips curling into a twisted grin.

"It's not that... I just... I want to see you when you're not angry with me," Y/n admitted, her voice laced with a mixture of fear and longing.

Joker's grip tightened slightly, his other hand lifting to caress her cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. "And why do you think I'm angry with you, hmm?" he questioned, his voice soft yet tinged with an underlying edge of menace.

Y/n's words faltered as Joker's arm enveloped her, pulling her closer against his chest. She dared not utter another word as his presence loomed over her, enveloping her in a mixture of fear and desire.

Joker's lips brushed against her ear in a rough yet possessive kiss, sending a shiver down her spine. "Talk," he commanded, his voice a low growl that reverberated through her bones.

"I'm sorry, J. Please, Max, he's just a friend. You know that," Y/n pleaded, her voice trembling with fear.

"You're mine, Bunny. That means you belong to me and no one else," Joker asserted, his grip tightening on the necklace around her neck as he held it up for emphasis. "You see this? This J? That mean’s you’re mine." he growled, his voice laced with possessiveness.

"I-I'm allowed to have friends," Y/n insisted, her voice quivering with defiance.

"Why would you need anyone else when you have me?" Joker demanded, his tone laced with jealousy and anger.

"You're hardly ever around," Y/n shot back, her words tinged with frustration.

Joker's presence darkened at her retort, his breathing becoming labored with suppressed rage. "If it were up to me, you'd be tied up in my hideout, where only I can see you, where only I can know you," he spat, his words dripping with possessive intensity.

Y/n's heart raced as Joker's words hung heavy in the air, filling the room with tension. She could feel his grip on her tightening, his presence overwhelming her senses.

"Please, J, you're scaring me," Y/n whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her own heart.

Joker's expression softened slightly at her plea, but the possessive gleam in his eyes remained. "You should be scared, Bunny," he murmured, his voice a dangerous whisper. "You belong to me, and I won't accept anyone trying to take you away from me."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat and her eyes already pouring with tears as she struggled to find the right words to calm him down. She knew that Joker's jealousy was irrational, but she also knew that trying to reason with him in this state would only make things worse.

"I understand, J. I belong to you," she said softly, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "I won't let anyone come between us."

Joker's grip on her loosened slightly at her words, and he pulled her into a tight embrace. "That's my good girl," he murmured, pressing a possessive kiss to her neck.

Y/n turned around, but still didn’t look at his face. As Y/n buried her face in his chest, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. She knew that her relationship with Joker was anything but ordinary, but she also knew that she couldn't bear to be without him, no matter how possessive and volatile he could be.

-

Joker had left shortly after their tense encounter, claiming he had "work to do." Y/n remained in her bed, the weight of their conversation heavy on her mind. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she grappled with the conflicting emotions churning inside her. 

Each word exchanged with Joker echoed in her mind, replaying like a haunting melody that refused to fade. The conflicting emotions churned within her like a tempest, pulling her in opposite directions with relentless force. Fear and uncertainty clawed at her heart, gnawing away at her resolve and leaving her feeling utterly drained. Despite the familiarity of these emotions, their intensity seemed to suffocate her, drowning her in a sea of doubt and apprehension.

After spending most of the day in bed, Y/n finally mustered the strength to get up. She knew she needed something to lift her spirits, even if just for a moment. With her stash of snacks depleted, a trip to the dairy for a drink or a treat seemed like the only option to get through the night.

Grabbing her wallet, Y/n ventured out into the dimly lit streets of Gotham. Despite the familiar unease that settled over her, she pressed on, her determination to escape her own thoughts overshadowing any fear of the dangers lurking in the shadows.

As Y/n walked down the dimly lit streets of Gotham, her senses heightened by the eerie silence of the night, she heard the unmistakable sound of someone struggling around the corner. Curiosity mingled with apprehension as she hesitated, uncertain whether to investigate or flee from potential danger.

With a heavy heart and trembling hands, she cautiously approached the corner, the rhythmic thuds of her heart echoing in her ears. Peering around the edge, her breath caught in her throat as she beheld a scene that froze her in terror.

Down the dimly lit street, illuminated by the faint glow of flickering streetlights, she saw Joker, his menacing silhouette towering over a figure writhing on the ground. Anguished cries pierced the silence, sending shivers down her spine as she watched in horror.

Just as she watched Joker lift his leg, poised to deliver a brutal blow, Y/n's scream pierced the night air like a gunshot. "J, No!" she yelled, her voice cracking with desperation.

Joker froze mid-motion, his eyes locking onto Y/n with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "Uhh, Doll... Don't you have comedic timing, come to watch, have you?" he quipped, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Heart pounding in her chest, Y/n approached cautiously, her gaze fixated on the figure lying defenseless at Joker's feet. As she drew closer, the dim light revealed the familiar features of Max, battered and bruised, his face contorted in pain.

"Max!" Y/n cried out, her voice trembling with anguish as she attempted to rush to his aid. But before she could reach him, Joker's vice-like grip on her arm yanked her back with a forceful tug, halting her in her tracks.

Max lay on the ground, gasping for air as blood trickled down his battered face. Y/n's heart clenched at the sight of him, his once lively eyes now dull with pain. "J! Why?" she pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Joker shrugged indifferently, a smirk playing on his lips. "Had to send a message somehow, Doll," he replied casually, as if discussing the weather.

Y/n's sobs grew louder, her voice choked with anguish. "P-please... Please don’t kill him," she begged, her desperation palpable.

Joker tilted his head, considering her plea with feigned interest. "Hmm, now why would I listen to you? You didn’t listen to me," he taunted, his tone dripping with malice.

Panic surged through Y/n as she fell to her knees, grasping desperately at Joker's arm. "I’m sorry, you were right, I should have listened. Please just leave him alone. Come back to my dorm with me, please!" she pleaded, her words a desperate plea for mercy.

Joker's gaze softened slightly at Y/n's tearful plea, but his resolve remained firm. With a sigh, he released Y/n's grip and took a step back, gesturing to Max with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Consider yourself lucky this time, Bunny," he said, his voice laced with a warning. "But don't forget this little token of generosity."

Joker's footsteps echoed loudly against the silent streets as he dragged Y/n alongside him, his presence looming over her like a shadow. Y/n cast a worried glance back at Max's bloody form on the concrete, her heart heavy with guilt and fear.

"Is he going to be okay?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Joker shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Doesn’t matter," he replied, his tone sending a chill down Y/n's spine.

Y/n's stomach churned with unease as they continued their journey back to her dorm, the weight of Joker's words hanging heavy in the air. She couldn't shake the feeling of dread that gripped her, knowing that she had once again crossed a line she couldn't uncross.

As they approached her dormitory, Y/n's heart raced with apprehension. She knew Joker's presence would only bring more chaos into her already turbulent life, yet she couldn't deny the strange allure he held over her.

With a heavy sigh, Y/n unlocked the door and stepped inside, feeling Joker's presence loom behind her. She glanced back at him, her eyes pleading silently for him to leave, but he remained unfazed, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her shiver.

"Come on, Bunny, let's have a little chat," Joker said, his voice dripping with a mixture of menace and amusement.

Y/n's stomach churned with dread as she led Joker into her dimly lit room, the weight of their unresolved tensions hanging thick in the air. She braced herself for whatever was to come, knowing that with Joker, nothing was ever as it seemed.

As they entered her room, Y/n couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that settled over her like a suffocating blanket. She stood by the door, her eyes darting nervously between Joker and the cramped space around them.

Joker strolled into the room with a casual swagger, his eyes glinting with mischief as he surveyed his surroundings. He seemed to take delight in the discomfort he caused, relishing in the tension that hung thick in the air.

"So, Bunny, let’s talk." Joker's voice was laced with a dangerous edge, his tone daring her to defy him.

Y/n swallowed hard, her mind racing as she searched for the right words to placate him. She knew she was treading on thin ice, and one wrong move could have dire consequences. But beneath the fear, there was a flicker of defiance burning within her, a stubborn refusal to bow down to his every whim.

"I-I just... I thought... Maybe... I have no friend’s J…" Y/n stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Joker's lips curled into a sinister grin, his eyes narrowing into menacing slits. "And that’s a problem?" he growled, his words dripping with venom.

Y/n's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of Joker's relentless dominance. She knew she was trapped in his web, with no way out but to play by his rules. And as Joker advanced towards her with a predatory gleam in his eyes, she couldn't help but wonder how much longer she could endure this twisted game of cat and mouse.

Joker's presence loomed over her, casting a shadow that seemed to swallow her whole. He reached out, his fingers curling around her chin to tilt her face up to meet his gaze. 

"Bunny, why do you need friends when you have me?" His voice was honeyed, persuasive, but beneath the smooth exterior lurked a darkness that sent shivers down her spine.

"You're all I need, Y/n. Friends are nothing but distractions, pulling you away from what truly matters," Joker continued, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

Y/n's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to resist the pull of his words. She knew deep down that he was wrong, that she needed human connection beyond the twisted confines of her relationship with Joker. But his persuasive words wormed their way into her mind, clouding her judgment and leaving her feeling utterly powerless.

"Besides, who needs friends when you have me to take care of you?" Joker's voice took on a seductive tone, his lips curling into a wicked smile.

Y/n's resolve wavered as she found herself drawn into his web of manipulation. She wanted to believe that she could break free from his control, but with each passing moment, it seemed that Joker's hold over her grew stronger. And as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear, she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever find a way out of this twisted dance with the devil.

As Joker's words sank in, Y/n felt a surge of conflicting emotions coursing through her. Part of her wanted to push him away, to break free from his manipulative grasp and reclaim control over her own life. But another part of her, the part that had grown accustomed to his presence and the twisted comfort he offered, hesitated.

"I... I guess you're right," Y/n murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

A satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of Joker's lips as he leaned back, releasing his hold on her chin. "Of course, I am, Bunny. I always know what's best for you," he purred, his tone dripping with arrogance.

Y/n forced a weak smile, the weight of her decision settling heavily on her shoulders. She knew deep down that she was sacrificing her own happiness for the sake of appeasing Joker, but the fear of his wrath and the allure of his promises were too potent to resist.

"Thank you, J," Y/n said softly, her voice tinged with resignation.

Joker's grin widened, a predatory gleam flickering in his eyes. "Anytime, Bunny. Remember, you're mine, and I'll always take care of you," he whispered, his words wrapping around her like tendrils of smoke.

As Y/n nestled into Joker's embrace on her bed, she couldn't shake the heaviness that settled over her. Despite being in Joker's arms, a sense of unease gnawed at her insides, casting a shadow over the supposed comfort of their closeness. Yet, she clung to him, desperately seeking reassurance that his presence alone could provide. After all, if she had Joker by her side, everything had to be alright...right?

-

A/N: Sorry it took so long for this part two to come out but I am so happy to have finished it! I've had it on my mind for AGES but I've had three assignments to get done and then three tests to study for so I thought it would be best to focus on uni first before writing anything and I am SO glad to have gotten them out of the way :P I really liked writing this part because I got to make Joker a bit of a dick. I hope you all enjoyed it and thank you again @chaos-4baby for requesting a part two, I cannot explain how much it means to me, like fr. You are amazing and the queen of Joker fics (Joker's Queen) and thank you to everyone else who did as well, love you all 💚

[yumiknows]

Time for a Snack?

Lyney x fem!reader

ᴜʀ ғᴀᴠ ғʟɪʀᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ

ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʙɪᴛ sᴘɪᴄʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ sᴍᴜᴛ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 874

Walking down the busy streets of Fontaine, you were most certainly an eye catcher to say the least. You were headed to the theatre to visite your boyfriend Lyney, he told you in the morning when he had left the house that he'd be there to practice some tricks, without lynette to your surprise. Right now you were wearing a beautiful gown in your favourite colour, with lovely accessories, that Lyney got for you not to long ago, you were carrying a basket with some snacks you had just bought.

After some more walking you had finally reached your destination. Talking to the lady at the front desk to let you in and, voilà.

Going through the backstage area and putting your stuff down including the basket, you walked up some stairs to the main stage where Lyney was sitting with a bottle of Fonta in his hand.

He noticed your footsteps and turned his head to you and smiled brightly.

"Hey love, what brings you here?" He happily exclaimed.

"Just checking up on you" You said as you were sitting down on the stage floor next to him.

That was a lie and you knew it was a bad one you were here for one reason and that being, that you were simply craving his touche. And that pretty badly.

He looked at you with such adoration, that it made you feel kinda bad why you came here in the first place.

"You done here by the way?"

"Oh yeah I am, why's it your asking, got plans?"

He asked with a smirk

"Maybe" you got up and overed him a hand to help him up. He took it and you two went to the backstage area. You went over to the basket you brought with you and snached out a snack. "Want some?" You asked as you pointed with the candy at him. His eyes lit up and he nodded grabbing the snack from you, then settling down one a supply box you closely following him.

After a few snacks he signed and leaned back on his hands looking up.

"Thank you love I really needed that" he looked over at you "though I don't quite believe that you just came over because you wanted to 'check up' on me" he smirked.

A questioned look made it's way onto your face, were you that obvious or is he just messing with you?

He laughed at your questioned face.

"And here I thought that after all this time being together, you would've learned that hiding things from me doesn't quite work"

Your hand laid in you lap as you were looking at him at a loss of word.

He got closer to you and placed one hand on the box behind you, the other grabbing your soft cheek.

"You didn't even kiss me when you arrived" he pouted.

"I-" you didn't get any further in your explanation, not that you particularly has one, but Lyney captured your lips in a sweet but slightly daring kiss. Him pulling away had you chasing after his lips. He hummed in satisfaction. He got back to his original position leaning on his hand, head slightly tilted to look at you.

You were a bit confused, but for the most part just longing for more of him. One second he's making your life feel like a dream and the other he makes it feel like it's hell itself with his teasing yet flirty personality.

You thought it really didn't matter now so you decided to be brave, or bold, that would also describe it pretty good.

You crawled fully on to the box swung one leg over Lyney and placed yourself on his lap facing him. It took him by surprise, he knew you could get worked up at times, but never had he seen you so eager for him. And to say he was pleasantly surprised was an understatement.

Your hand found it's way around his neck and tangled in the bit of hair that was exposed from his hat in the back. He finally sat up properly and placed his hand on you waist. You were blushing quite a bit but you already but your mind to it so you would pull through it. He looked at you curious on what would be your next move.

With a tuck on his hair he groaned out tilting his head slightly up, his hat falling behind him.

You slowly connected your lips in a sweet yet passionate kiss. He melted into you as if he hadn't seen you in decades. You left his lips for a breath, and planted a kiss on his yawline. His breath hidged, and his grip got tighter around your waist.

You wandered back to his lips and started a make out session that he wouldn't forget ai fast. Pulling away from echaother for air he chased after you lips. Looking up at you.

"I brought you some snacks btw" you said out of breath "I just bought them on my way to you "

He snickered "I'd rather have another snack right now " he winked at you.

Can you tell I butchered the end ?? 🥲

Lmk your thoughts on this

-Yumiknows

[octopotto]

Yandere! Azul Ashengrotto General Headcanons

OCTO NOTE: Okay I know I said that I would work on the Cloud Strife hcs but then I got sad and thought about Azul lmaooo

Think of this as a celebration post for the live action The Little Mermaid release!! Has anyone seen it yet?? 

Warnings: NOT PROOF-READ, Yandere behaviour, manipulation, obsession, OOC madness, blackmail, insecurities, Jade and Floyd, this is a mess lmao I’m sorry.

**WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR TWISTED WONDERLAND

REMINDER: Yandere behaviour of any kind is unhealthy behaviour. It should not be something to seek out in real life. If you are experiencing any sort of inappropriate behaviour, please contact help/seek out help.

**The reader will ALWAYS be Gender-Neutral! 

ps. HAPPY PRIDE MONTH TO MY FELLOW LGBTQIA+ <3333

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- Azul can be described as a greedy, manipulative, and intelligent individual who uses logical reasoning and sometimes solid ‘evidence’ to succeed, whether it be his business or his education. 

- At least on the outside.

- On the inside is an insecure, isolated, and paranoid little octopus that when cornered, just can’t help but slowly become unable to contain the facade he worked on for years.

- Now imagine this sad lil’ octopus as a yandere

- Not good lol

- I mean yes, the manipulative and intelligent nature of Azul are probably the main reasons as to why he’s one of the more terrifying yanderes in the TWST cast.

- But it’s because of him being very self-conscious of everything, as well as years of being isolated from his peers at a young age, Azul can be very much a clingy type as well. Especially to ones he cherishes the most. 

- Which is unfortunately you! :D

- At first, Azul thought nothing of you

- Only seeing you as a pawn for his own selfish gain.

- But as Book 3 progressed and the on-going reports from the Leech twins, Azul can’t help but become curious of your character, dear prefect.

- Why do you care so much about those 3 fools? You haven’t even known them for a year and yet here you are! Sacrificing your well-being to save them.

- It sickens him.

- The thought of your selflessness makes him sick to his stomach.

- But despite that, he starts to think about you more.

- And begins to imagines

- What if he was the one you were going all out for?

- The one you were taking care of?

- The thought of that shell-shocked him for a bit.

- He shook it off and proceeded to his planning once more.

- Once everything ended with Azul’s overblot, you decided to personally talk to him.

- Telling him that you also went through some of the same issues that he had as well.

- Pointing out your flaws, outwards and inwards.

- It’s just you trying to show Azul that he wasn’t alone when it came to these problems. That’s he’s not the only one who’s worked so hard to cover up their past in order to move on.

- To say that Azul was shocked was an understatement.

- In fact he didn’t really say anything while you were talking to him.

- All he did was listen to you.

- And for the first time

- He felt that he wasn’t being made fun of or mocked.

- It was…comforting.

- Azul is clingy.

- Be it in his human form or his octopus form.

- During the museum scene in Book 3 (when the gang looked at the field trip photo), you couldn’t help but hug him after seeing lil’ smol and chubby Azul.

- He looked soo cute and cuddly!! 

- Bby Azul!!

- He was in shocked

- He couldn’t move

- But didn’t try to leave your embrace.

- He just stood still.

- He didn’t understand 

- For the first time in a while, he felt at peace.

- But at the same time, his heart was starting to beat uncontrollably and his breathing was becoming heavy.

- Ace was weirded out.

- Deuce had no idea what was going on .

- Grim was hungry.

- Jack wanted to leave.

- Floyd and Jade were snickering in the background while this unfolded 

- Azul was fuming out of embarrassment when he heard them snicker.

- It was at this point where Azul fell in love with you.

- So ever since then, he secretly longs for your company.

- Walking beside you

- Asking if you’re in needs of favours that only he can fix for you

- If you give him a hug, that man will hold onto you for a while.

- He doesn't even realize it until you mention it to him.

- Even if you’re in the Monstro Lounge, as long as he knows you’re somewhere in the same vicinity as him, he’s at peace for a bit.

“Ah! D-dear Prefect! I didn’t even notice you’ve arrived at the lounge. W-well I know! I know that I wasn’t in the lounge when you came in, I was in my office working on our marriage contract— I mean—! Contacts for fellow peers who need some assistance. And— Floyd! Jade! I can hear your mocking from here! Stop it!”

- Speaking of Floyd and Jade,

- They very much enjoy having you around the lounge.

- Or just when you’re around in general.

- You provide so much entertainment for them, it’s amusing to watch.

- Especially if Azul is around.

- They haven’t seen Azul like that since he was a lil octopus.

- But, like Azul, they also grown fond of you.

- Not like that tho

- Like a sibling

- A lil Shrimpy for them to protect and play with!

- As they grow more fond of you, they start to see you as a pitiful and defenceless Shrimpy.

- Despite you saving them from Azul’s blot form but oh well—

- They have to protect you!!

- So don’t try to run away from them

- It’s pretty much useless at this point.

“Hey hey, Shirmpy~ Let’s play together!! You know it’s useless struggling! Especially since you’re soo puny~ *Giggles* C’mon! I promise that if you stay good, I’ll squeeze you less tight than usual~”

“Fu fu fu~ Floyd please be gentle. You don’t want to scare them more than they already are. Dear prefect, don't be alarmed. We simply want to spend a little quality time with you before Azul orders us to bring you to the lounge.”

******

- Despite Azul being a very cunning and manipulative individual, he’s also very self-conscious. 

- Azul puts these precautions and restrictions on you because he’s scared that you’ll leave. 

- He’s paranoid that you’ll just run off and find another person that’s better than him.

- He’s always been casted aside for almost all his life.

- That’s why he made sure to cover up all of his past self.

- He doesn’t want to be that ‘octo-twerp’ anymore.

- He doesn’t want you to think of him as that twerp he was years ago.

- He doesn’t want you, the person he loves so much, to see him like that.

- Even with all the reassurance from you.

- Believe it or not, Azul takes your opinions of him in high regards

- Meaning if he finds out about something you don’t like about him (beside the obvious problematic traits he has), he would make sure to change, if not conceal them, in order  for you to stay happy with him.

- As long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

- He just doesn’t want you to leave him, is that so hard to ask for?

- So please just stay

- For the sake of his own being entirely.

- And if you don’t?

- Hoo boy—

- You thought Azul was bad during the 3rd book with his contracts? 

- It’s gets worst 

- Especially since it’s business mixed with love. 

- Let’s get this outta the way, this man will search high and low for any flaw or problem you have. 

- He’ll find anything and I mean anything.

- Whether it be you’re struggling with (school, education, etc) or something you did. 

- If he can’t find worthy material, he’ll just make up something believable. Then will exaggerate that shit till you can't even defend yourself.

- He will find a way, he'll find something to use against you.

- And once he has all of the information he needs to trap help you, all he has to do is call in one (or both if you’re slippery lmao) of the tweel twins to ‘kindly escort’ you to his office!

- This is Azul we’re talking about. He’s always ready to lend a hand to a fellow peer in need.

- And it’s totally out of the kindness of his 3 pure and selfless hearts.

- What a saint.

- 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

- Whatever problem Azul decides to blackmail you with, the only way for him to solve it is for you is to give your unconditional love and devotion to him.

- He will also give you his love and devotion as well. But he didn’t say that out loud.

- At this point, you just have to give in.

- I mean, look at what could happen if Azul leaks out the blackmail material he’s using against you.

- You could possibly get kicked out of Night Raven.

- Where would you and Grim go? You’re not even from here! You don’t even have enough money saved up.

- Even if you could threaten Azul with fraudulence (if the accusations he presented were false), there’s nothing that Floyd and Jade can’t do when needing to silence someone.

- And both are glad to do so if you’re planning to leave them. 

“My dear Prefect! Why are you looking so downcast? Is it because of what I said? Oh, don’t worry! If anything happens to you, it will be alright as long as you sign this contract I have provided before you. You don’t want to? Then hopefully you don’t mind Floyd and Jade kindly convincing you to do so? I promise you, prefect, you’ll be fine with me as long as you do what I say. My generosity and unconditional love holds no bounds when it comes to you.”

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OCTO NOTE: OKAY! This is probably the most out of character fic I’ve written so far. So please forgive me!! 😭😭😭

But I hope you enjoy this lil fic! I will be working on Cloud’s Headcanons now! <33

ALSO— THANK YOU ALL SM FOR 100+ HEARTS FOR BOTH SILVER FICS!!!! I PROMISE I'LL ALSO WRITE MORE FOR OUR SLEEPY BOY ❤️❤️❤️

[caramel1mochi]

ぐちゃ ! (Splat!) [Yoru x F! Reader] [End]

Heya! Guess who's officially done with Yoru? That's right, this gal!

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go binge watch Iso's trailer again as a rewar– I mean, to get a feel for his personality, if you catch my drift hehe

Catch you next week! And this time I won't be late!!

❤ฺ·。

Yoru x F! Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 6

Genre: Fluff, some angst

TW: Detailed violence

Words: 6k

Synopsis: Hapless doesn't even begin to describe you. With your life flipped upside down within the span of a day; you're left to rely on your best friend Tala to help you pick up the pieces and build the new one forced upon you. And this 'luck' seems to have caught the attention of one of her friends.

。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·

To say today had a good start would be a vast understatement.

You woke up feeling untouchable, as if even a bullet wouldn’t be able to take away the triumphant aura you exuded around everyone on your way to responsibly prepare for the mission.

You were smiling ear to ear in the training range; gunning down bots like a particularly happy paperboy delivering the newspapers. Neon definitely felt that something was off. But it wasn’t the fact that you weren’t an anxiety-ridden mess, no. What concerned her was how good your aim was, and especially how calm you were with how you wielded your weapon. It was contagious.

She stood next to you and crossed her arms, speaking loudly to counteract how deafening the shots were.

‎ 

“Someone’s happy today.”

‎ 

You shrugged and continued shooting.

‎ 

“It’s just a good day, you know? Clear weather, chill vibes and everything.”

‎ 

Neon raised an eyebrow. With the upcoming mission, she herself was prepared to reassure you on how things would go as smoothly as they did last time. But this? This attitude was as natural as catching sight of a flying pig.

‎ 

“Alright, lay it all out, A/N. You were gone all day yesterday.”

‎ 

She forced a blush out of you with just those words, and prompted you to stop shooting for a moment. There was no reason for you not to tell her. Well, except for one…

‎ 

“It’s not like you’d believe me.”

‎ 

“Don’t be like that, when have I ever doubted you?”

‎ 

She said with one hand on your shoulder, completely confident in her words. And you could make an entire list in response to that. A sigh escaped you before you finally managed to meet her gaze.

‎ 

“Fine. I may or may not have gone out with Yoru yesterday.”

‎ 

Neon paused for a moment. Then, she snickered, as if you told her you’d won the lottery.

‎ 

“Be honest. I’ll be impressed with whatever it really is.”

‎ 

“I’m not joking, Neon!”

‎ 

“No way, Yoru doesn’t go out with people two consecutive days in a row, I tried!”

‎ 

Sounds like something she’d do, alright. Just as you went to throw a snarky response at her, you jumped once she gasped in the most diva way possible and forcefully tilted your Bulldog upwards.

There, she saw it.

‎ 

“What is this?”

‎ 

Neon called out as if she spotted a bomb. In fact, she scared you, until you realised she was pointing at your prized gift from the day before. She tilted the gun to get a better angle and held the omamori in her hand to make sure it was what she thought it was.

‎ 

“There’s no way– is that from Yoru?!”

‎ 

You flushed and pulled it away, swiftly turning on the safety considering how stupid of a move this was.

‎ 

“I told you, dummy!”

‎ 

“I didn’t think– did he give that to you or did you sneak into a shrine? There’s no way you got that, right?”

‎ 

You allowed her to take your gun to inspect it. And with just a few touches, she confirmed that it was an omamori only he’d get.

‎ 

“I’m serious, he gave it to me!”

‎ 

“How?! I've known him for months and I can barely get a text back sometimes!”

‎ 

Which is why you couldn’t wait until the mission to finally not have something go wrong for once. Nevertheless, you innocently shrugged and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear in the most smug manner possible.

‎ 

“Oh, well, you know. I guess some of us are naturally irresistible.”

‎ 

“What-ever.”

‎ 

Neon crossed her arms and pouted for a moment. But then, she met your gaze with a devious glimmer in her eyes once a brand new idea popped up. Uh oh.

‎ 

“Sooo… did he cook you something this morning? Anything delicious for breakfast?”

‎ 

“I woke up late.”

‎ 

She clicked her tongue, before getting back to the main task at hand.

‎ 

“Okay fine. When he does, which he will, you wouldn’t mind, you know… sneaking some for your best friend, right?”

‎ 

You couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped you. Of course Neon would request something preposterous like this. Why wouldn’t she?

‎ 

“Ease up, Neon. Too early. We’re still just friends, remember?”

‎ 

“We’re almost a month in and you still don’t know how Yoru’s world works? If he feeds you, he’s basically proposing!”

‎ 

You definitely knew, but you weren’t about to admit that. She began shooting with your Bulldog as each of you spoke, almost as if to emphasise the fact you had an omamori tied to the gun.

‎ 

“That’s a reach.”

‎ 

“Why’s that? It’s not like you’d say no if he does.”

‎ 

“Pshh. As if you know that.”

‎ 

Neon tossed your Bulldog back to you, before grabbing your wrist and forcing you to get a good look at the roots. Only now did you notice how organised and easy-to-digest they were, as if they were sets upon sets of cables that unwrapped from each other. No wonder why it felt like your arm was easier to have.

‎ 

“This wasn’t here before!”

‎ 

Your eyes widened as you took the sight in. And for once, it looked organised.

‎ 

“Wait– when the hell did this happen?”

‎ 

“You didn’t notice this?!”

‎ 

You flushed and pulled away as Neon laughed. But since you were a simple tee, you couldn’t really cover up your arm.

Before she could somehow sneak in one more snarky remark about how unfocused you were, the door to the training range loudly slid open and caught both of your attention. Your eyes promptly darted to the entrance. The strong light from behind shone upon a silhouette that took you a moment to recognise.

But if the imposingly tall stature didn’t help with that, his voice surely did.

‎ 

“Excusez-moi, not to interrupt a pleasant conversation, but we have to leave.” <Excuse me,>

‎ 

Chamber called out, earning a sneer from Neon. One that you unfortunately didn’t see.

‎ 

“Leave? Wait, what time is it?”

‎ 

“One.”

‎ 

Your eyes widened. 

‎ 

“Crap. Okay, talk later Neon! Don’t forget to wait for me until I’m back!” 

‎ 

You quickly reloaded your Bulldog and rushed towards him. Neon excitedly waved as you moved through the doorway with the same grin on her face.

‎ 

“I’ll be waiting, break a leg out there!”

‎ 

She said, earning a nod before you disappeared down the hallways. With Yoru’s omamori in hand, you thought, you hoped it wouldn’t be your leg that would break.

You moved down the halls with Chamber by your side, inspecting your weapon one final time.

‎ 

“Man, time flew by so fast. It feels like I haven’t even trained. Also, am I late?”

‎ 

Chamber chuckled, his polite laughter echoing through the hall just as much as the clicks of his dress shoes did. You couldn't tell whether or not he was mad. But from the looks of things, he seemed... unamused.

‎ 

“Late enough for Brimstone to send me to get you. Was your phone off, by any chance?”

‎ 

Uh oh.Your face turned red. And immediately, you began fiddling with your bracelet. Crap, he mentioned your phone; did they send you a bunch of messages that you didn't see?!

‎ 

“Oh, sorry. I– I left my phone back in my room…” You awkwardly smiled, feeling a bit more embarrassed. “I’m making a terrible first impression on you, huh? Sorry about that…”

‎ 

“No need for an apology, A/N. I completely understand. It must be exciting, non? Your first mission with a team.”

‎ 

Chamber noted with a smile as he fixed his tie.

‎ 

“Ah, to be young, innocent, and on my first mission again.”

‎ 

You couldn't help but smile. His voice was calm. Just the stagnant tone of it could put you to sleep if he just spoke long enough. With everything else, there's no way he wasn’t one of the higher-ups, right?

‎ 

“So you’re Chamber, right? I heard you’re an expert. Does that mean they’ll bring you on the other side?”

‎ 

He shrugged and put both hands behind his back as he walked.

‎ 

“That is a contingency I cannot predict. Personally, I would hope otherwise.”

‎ 

“Why not? Fighting yourself sounds like fun. Speaking of, now I’m curious about how you are on the field.”

‎ 

“I admire your optimism. That being said, if I were you, A/N, I would stay far, far away from my double.”

‎ 

You paused to process what he said.

What did he mean by that? But just as you formed an answer to that question, Chamber stopped in his tracks, and only now did you notice that you had finally arrived at your destination. You stopped as well once you made your way through the doorway. It felt like the voices of your colleagues were drowned out during the conversation, for some reason.

‎ 

“Ah, here we are. Now, as I was saying, keep that attitude up, and I guarantee nothing less than an excellent performance from you.”

‎ 

He said with the same smile he had the entire conversation.

‎ 

“Best of luck to you.”

‎

And with that, Chamber took his leave and left you with your thoughts like nothing happened.

‎ 

“Thanks…”

You mumbled, before quickly looking around in order to distract yourself from what he just said. Luckily for you, however, you spotted Omen in the far right corner of the area, both his arms crossed as he listened to Sage ramble on about something.

Quickly, you made your way towards them.

❤ฺ·。

The place you've arrived at looked vastly different from the pictures you'd seen beforehand. But, to be fair, you looked at it for a picosecond before leaving for more, ahem, 'important' matters. Once the aircraft landed, you stepped out with the rest and prepared yourself for the sand that might enter your eyes, recalling which site you were supposed to be in.

But before any of you could actually move to where you needed to be, you immediately found Brimstone standing in front of all of you.

‎ 

"Alright, let's get one thing out of the way. How many of you read the brief?"

‎ 

You proudly lifted your hand.

‎ 

"I did!"

‎ 

"Me too."

‎ 

Yoru chimed in, and the both of you earned a nod before he turned to look at Omen and...

‎ 

"Phoenix, buddy, you're coming with me."

‎ 

The Englishman’s eyes widened.

‎ 

"Woah woah, why me? Why would you assume I haven't read it?"

‎ 

"Have you?"

‎ 

Brim asked with a raise of his brow, and Phoenix quickly let out an awkward chuckle whilst he scratched his head. Omen, unlike the two of you, minded his own business and proceeded to walk to his designated site.

‎ 

"Well, I didn't read read it, but I skimmed over it. Still counts, right?" 

‎ 

Brim walked off to A site right behind Omen, and Phoenix promptly followed behind.

‎ 

"That's still more progress than last time! Wait, Brim, just hear me out, fam! How come Raze never gets in trouble for it?"

‎ 

You giggled to yourself before moving to your site: B.

While you walked, you extended your arm and took in the sight all over again. Seeing the roots so organised felt like such a breath of fresh air. Not only that, but being able to feel it without it mimicking the sensation of being trapped in a deep maze of a forest.

A shade of deep blue caught your eye, and you lifted your chin to see Yoru standing next to the doorway with his Sheriff in hand. You hadn't noticed him walking off during the feud between Brim and Phoenix.

‎ 

"Testing out a new look?"

‎ 

You playfully rolled your eyes.

‎ 

"Mind you, this is your fault."

‎ 

"Tch. Then no wonder it looks good."

‎ 

There he was, the confident Yoru you knew and probably loved.

‎ 

"You're too confident for someone who got all red over a hug."

‎ 

Yoru chuckled. Just as you took another step forward, he spoke up once more.

‎ 

"You okay?"

‎ 

"Uh, yeah, of course I am. Why?"

‎ 

"Just asking..."

‎ 

This time, his tone was much more... you couldn't really put your finger on it. Despondent? You noticed his awkward stance. His shoulders were tense, and his eyes had this odd glimmer in them.

...

Oh.

‎ 

"Are you talking about the last mission?"

‎ 

"I didn't say anything."

‎ 

"I'm serious, Yoru. If I can't be ready now, then I'll never be."

‎ 

He shrugged and walked through the doorway to which you promptly followed from behind.

‎ 

"I know."

‎ 

His path was curt once he felt a tug at his sleeve, and he looked behind to see you gently holding his wrist.

‎ ‎ 

"Hey, dinner after?"

‎ 

Yoru stared at you for a few seconds and fought the blush that crept up on him. Then, he shook his head.

‎ 

"Save it for next week. I need to rejuvenate."

‎ 

"Rejuvenate?"

‎ 

"Introvert thing."

‎ 

A set of familiar beeping echoed from window. And it wasn't only a few seconds later until an explosion took its place, grabbing both of your attention. Definitely Raze. Even you knew that.

‎ 

"That's our queue. See you around."

‎ 

Before another word could be exchanged, Yoru tore the fabric open and disappeared into the ocean of blue he called a dimension. But you couldn't help but let your thoughts roam as you moved near the radianite crates stacked on top of each other.

Having been around Yoru enough to make him come out of his shell, you knew when he was uncomfortable or not. And he sounded like he held something back. Did you do something wrong? Was it the date earlier? Did you push things too far?!

You mumbled an 'ow' once you picked at your bracelet too hard, a ting of pain following the scratch. In order to distract yourself, the radio was muted and you hesitantly called out your situation.

‎ 

'Uh‎– Raze on B.'

‎ 

Enough anxiety, you had a mission to get to. Evident by the rapid footsteps that came from long. You immediately took position and held out your arm, lightly twisting each root until you found the right one to slow down their push. Since they were now untangled and you were calm, it was exceptionally easy to navigate the maze that used to be your arm. Not the scent, not the hand… You paused once you felt a peculiar one.

The bomb.

Just as you heard the footsteps switch from a sandy ground to a wooden one, a burst of sundew escaped your arm and immediately landed where they would have stepped if they didn't push themselves back.

The roots stuck themselves on the ground and prevented them from entering.

Perfect.

You held up your gun and diligently watched the angle in case they'd start to get bold.

'Any updates?'

‎ 

Brimstone asked over the radio. You were so focused that you'd completely tuned everything out, so you jumped once he spoke. Yoru unmuted.

‎ 

'They're not committing. Probably a distraction.'

‎ 

You were surprised at this. Despite the ruckus, he seemed confident in this assumption.

‎ 

'Good call. Then we're staying here. Think you can hold your own out there, kid?'

‎ 

'Yeah. We just need smokes.'

‎ 

The blast echoed on Yoru's side made you wince. Luckily for you, he muted and spared you the inevitable ringing in your ears. 

And it only took a few seconds before a purple mist emerged right where you were aiming, shielding you from the bullets that would promptly be fired. Combined with Yoru's call, you could now tell they were shooting at random.

‎ 

Some time had passed since that ‘attack’.

Despite what you thought was a hard push earlier, Yoru was ultimately right in the end and they'd aggressively pushed out on A, forcing Yoru to rotate. You, however, decided to go from behind. The distant gunfire took over your ears and unintentionally helped shield your footsteps as you moved. Then, it stopped and a heavy thud followed.

‎ 

"Yo, I got the spike!"

‎ 

Phoenix proudly called out over the radio. But before you could hear who responded to him, you immediately tuned it all out and focused in on the steps right around the corner. You were in bath, and there was clearly someone who wasn't paying attention to you. In the words of Neon, 'easy pick'. Or whatever she used to say.

Then, the sound of the teleporter went off and concealed you even further. Just as he took his final shot and stepped back to reload, you held out your arm and began twisting a specific set of roots to emit a strong scent. You knew you'd started to do something right once  he began to cough into his elbow. And with a deep breath, you mentally prepared yourself to get your first kill.

You peeked and began shooting, refusing to let your finger off the trigger until the Bulldog ran out of bullets. And... you did it.

Gekko's dead.

‎ 

A huff escaped you once you took a step back, reloading with incredibly shaky hands. Your eyes were stuck on the omamori as you worked. You got your first kill.

The teleporter going off twice snapped you out of your trance, before the voice of Yoru took over your ear on the radio.

‎ 

"Who's in bath?"

‎ 

"It was me, I got the pick on Gekko."

‎ 

You said with a shaky yet excited voice. Now you started to understand why Neon spoke like that sometimes.

‎ 

"Finally got a kill? Nice one."

‎ 

You couldn't help but smile at this.

‎ 

"Chamber's stuck in hall with the spike. It's only us here. If we can draw him out, one of us can get an easy kill."

‎ 

You peeked to see the spike sitting right in front of the teleporter. And if you looked closely, you could see a golden glint reflected off of him. Probably the tattoos on his head. Yoru was backsite. With all of this in mind, a plan immediately popped up.

‎ 

"Stay there, I'll lure him out."

‎ 

"Got it."

‎ 

You stood near the doorway and already knew which root to aim for before you even lifted your arm. A shadow slowly emerged from above and blocked the glimmer. 

Then, the air stopped.

‎ 

Just as the building he was in buckled under its own weight, Chamber peeked, shot then disappeared into the teleporter with the spike. It took you a moment to look down on your hand and realise that there was a hole on your palm, blood slowly pooling around the wound and escaping.

‎ 

❤ฺ·。

‎ 

Everything felt like a blur at that point. Noises were drowned out, your mind drew blanks and your eyes were focused on only your hand.

Warmth slowly began to encircle your right shoulder. And like a virus, it began spreading in a line across the inside of your arm, red fluid continuously seeping out of the 'small' wound on your palm. It took what felt like a few minutes to comprehend the fact that he hit his shot almost perfectly. So perfectly, it went through your arm and tore your roots apart.

Then, you realised that the odd deafening noise around you had been reduced to a mere rumble. But once you looked up, the explanation was immediately provided. The exit was blocked by what seemed to be the building you ripped apart before he took his shot.

You couldn't move your right arm whatsoever.

‎ 

You felt a pull on your chin. And before you knew it, you were looking right at a familiar set of brown eyes.

‎ 

"Hey, hey, look at me, are you okay?"

‎ 

How did he get here... so fast?

‎ 

"Y‎– yeah, I'm good, I..."

‎ 

The centre of your right shoulder felt so heavy now, as if the bullet inside now began increasing in weight. You still haven't been able to comprehend the fact you were shot. Yoru, however, wasn't in a state of shock like you were.

‎ 

"We need to get you to Sage."

‎ 

"We have to run to B."

‎ 

You both said at the same time, and you earned a dirty look from him.

‎ 

"Yoru, It's fine. It doesn't hurt."

‎ 

"You're bleeding."

‎ 

"It's not important! Look, let's take care of the spike first, then we can get to my arm. The teleporter's just outside!"

‎ 

"We're not going‎–"

‎ 

"I'll be good, it's not like it hurts, anyway!"

‎‎  

Before he could get another word in, you immediately moved through the entrance from behind and walked as fast as you could towards the teleporter. Yoru followed from behind despite his ability to disappear into the rift. You weren't lying when you said it didn't hurt. But that, unfortunately, was before the adrenaline had worn off. And you hadn't realised such a fact.

‎ 

‎ 

Now that a moment had passed, with each step you took, it felt like you were exerting more and more energy just to get to your destination. You stopped just a few feet next to the would-be teleporter to catch your breath. What you hadn't noticed was that it was blocked by so much rubble, it was impossible to get through even if you wanted to.

You lifted a hand towards the wreckage and began sifting through the remains of roots you had to clear an entrance. But no matter how much you tried, you couldn't locate any points for what you needed. It was as if the roots Chamber sliced stripped you away of your powers completely.

Yoru held your chin and noticed the tinge of blue that painted your lips. That wasn't to mention how deathly pale you were, even more than you naturally were.

‎ 

"You're losing too much blood."

‎ 

You weakly shoved his hand away.

‎ 

"Don't do that..."

‎ 

Yoru rolled his eyes. And since you forgot who you were dealing with, you were to pay the price. He slipped a hand under your legs and one behind your back, exploiting your weakened state to easily lift you in his arms.

‎ 

"Get‎– let me go!"

‎ 

You tried to push him away whilst he moved back, to no avail. And just moving your good arm left you exhausted. Combined with the sudden aching that overtook your right one, it felt like you were stabbing yourself from the inside over and over.So you rested your head on his shoulder and let him take you... 

...

Where was he going again...?

‎ 

"You, you wouldn't let anyone do this to you..."

‎ 

"I wouldn't have used my abilities out in the open‎–"

‎ 

He snapped back, before he caught himself and cleared his throat.

‎ 

"I'm... sorry. You're right, I wouldn't."

‎ 

Yoru sighed. Then, completely unprompted, he let out a whispered cuss under his breath.

‎ 

"I should've taken the chance when I had it."

‎ 

"Huh...?"

‎ 

"Nevermind."

‎ 

You felt the hot afternoon sun shine upon you once Yoru moved through the doorway, before he stopped out of nowhere. You took it upon yourself to lift your heavy eyelids and look at what was in front of you.

The wreckage from A went through the teleporter, enough to block the entrance to the fight. And it was as if Yoru knew what ran through your mind just by the way your foot twitched.

‎ 

"We'll be fine."

‎ 

You heard a bullet whizz by each of you from behind. Luckily, Yoru dodged it and immediately moved towards the rubble, allowing the walls to conceal you. He set you on the sand and took out his weapon.

‎ 

"I'll be back. Try to hold out until then, A/N."

‎ 

You quickly grabbed his sleeve.

‎ 

"Wait‎– don't, don't leave me here, let me help!"

‎ 

"I can't let you get hurt twice."

‎ 

"But Sage can bring me back, I can still‎–"

‎ 

Yoru got on one knee and held your shoulders.

‎ 

"I'm not letting you get hurt. Don't make me repeat myself."

‎ 

You stared at him for a few seconds. Despite your blurry vision and all of the noise from the fight deafening you, you could see the look in his eyes. His irises swam with vulnerability.

‎ 

"You're not giving up, huh...?"

‎ 

He stared at you and let the tense silence be your answer. But just as he went to stand up once more, you pulled him back and pressed your lips against his forehead.

‎ 

"I'm so lucky to have you."

‎ 

Yoru, stunned, simply blushed and weakly smiled.

‎ 

"I... could say the same thing."

‎ 

He caressed your cheek with his thumb, before finally standing up and digging his hand through the rift.

You closed your eyes in order to gather all of the energy that you could. And judging by the constant ringing in your ear combined with the repetitive beeping, it sounded like the spike had been planted. You put your left hand on the nearby stack of crates, helping yourself up. The omamori on your Bulldog caught your eye, its green colour shining brilliantly against the dullness that surrounded you. It almost worked in pulling you out of your dizzy state.

Your eyes locked on the rubble whilst you caught your breath. There must be a way to get through this. But how? Your roots were sliced from within.

You held out your incredibly shaky arm towards the entrance and took a deep breath in an effort to calm down and outline exactly what remained. Scent couldn't be produced and you couldn't squash anything either. That left you with… You perked up once you noticed one single root that was still connected.

The bomb. The bomb was still there!

It wasn't much, but you had to get creative with it. You took a few steps back and leaned on the wall, aiming towards the rubble. Then, you shot.

‎ 

A burst of sundew immediately stuck to it like ducklings to their mother. You then rushed to grab it with both hands, and, despite the ever increasing pain, you pulled on it as hard as you could. The sundew refused to let go. In fact, it stuck to it even more, which pulled the rubble with it. And the more you struggled, the more it held on.

The next thing you knew, you were on the ground once you'd finally pulled out the massive brick the sundew was attached to. This set off a domino effect.

You grabbed the Bulldog and rushed behind cover as the wreckage began to tumble over. Sand upon sand covered the air and the noise from this move split your ears for what felt like minutes.

Then... silence. The dust had settled.

You weakly clutched your Bulldog and leaned on the wall whilst you walked to the now-clear entrance.

‎ 

The fight could be seen through the open window. And so could the spike, surrounded by fire and being defused by Phoenix. The rest were clearly holding off someone in garden alongside Yoru who was behind them. He was only halfway through, and there were only a few seconds before the bomb would go off, judging by the black aura and the unnatural impact it had on the area around it. Victory should be guaranteed...

But that was until you noticed Sova near the doorway who aimed his bow and arrow, ready to shoot a dart. One dart, stall them and that would give the bomb the time it needed to explode. They didn't see him. It seems like he didn't see you, either.

Before he let go, you took aim and immediately began shooting, the bullets rapidly digging through him. It took only one more for you to take his life.

The Englishman immediately met your gaze and said something with a wave of his hand, but his words fell on deaf ears since all you could hear was the pounding of your heart. You huffed and stood up, taking a few steps back to lean against a nearby wall. The Bulldog fell out of your grip, and the omamori's gentle green colour was defiled with the trail of blood that continuously seeped out of you.

Then, it all went dark.

‎ 

❤ฺ·。

‎ 

You awoke from your deep slumber with not only a raging headache, but with an arm so sore it felt like it was only one wrong more away from melting off of your shoulder. Almost completely driven by instinct, you immediately sat up and clutched your head, a gentle voice adjacent to you immediately reacting to such a move.

‎ 

"Oh, A/N, try not to move too fast–!"

‎ 

The pain set in just as Sage held your shoulders, and you mumbled an 'ow'. It felt like the blood inside your body was swirling and sloshing inside you as it got used to the sudden movement.

‎ 

"Ah, really...? I turned my back on you for one second..."

‎ 

"Sorry... First mission, and stuff."

‎ 

"Don't start with that, you did great! Two kills on your first mission is something to be proud about!"

‎ 

You ran your fingers through your hair and began gently rubbing your head, the ringing in your ear slowly dissipating. It took you a moment to comprehend what she said. But once she did, guilt quickly set in.

‎ 

"Thanks... Yo, I wasn't too bothersome to revive, was I?"

‎ 

"Revive? No, you didn't die, you didn't die at all! You've been out for two hours, you actually survived!" 

‎ 

You didn't believe her, despite the wide grin on her face. Probably trying to save you the embarrassment of dying on your first mission.

‎ 

"Totally..."

‎ 

"I'm not joking!" she smiled tenderly and clasped both hands together, "Ah, I– I know this sounds hard to believe, but you truly did."

‎ 

"Let me get this straight, you're saying Chamber tore all my roots and I survived?"

‎ 

"Not just your roots, A/N; he tore a few of your arteries as well and you still made it! It was miraculous!"

‎ 

She placed a finger on her chin once a new piece of information popped up.

‎ 

"Now that I think about it, theoretically, you should have passed out thirty seconds afterwards. Hypotension is no joke."

‎ 

You paused once you caught something from the corner of your eye. On a nearby counter right next to the sink was your trusty little Bulldog, the familiar omamori still tied to it. Unfortunately, it was soaked in blood. And you swore you could see that it was torn, as well.

Huh...

‎ 

"Really...? Maybe my luck's really turning over this time."

‎ 

"Possibly. On another note, if this happens again, I might have to put 'durable' in your files."

‎ 

She winked playfully.

‎ 

"Seriously? Wait, no, Brimstone might–"

‎ 

You heard two knocks before the door behind you swung open, revealing two very familiar silhouettes. Neon and Yoru solemnly stood near the doorway, a serious expression very unnatural for your Filipino friend to have.

But once she noticed that you were awake, her eyes glimmered with an abundance of joy.

‎ 

"A/N!"

‎ 

Uh oh.

Before you could prepare yourself, you were already pulled into a hug that put all the aching in your arm to shame. She hugged you even tighter (and knocked the air out of you for good measure) before finally pulling away.

‎ 

"A/N, you're alive!"

‎ 

"I'll... leave you three to talk. Erm, Neon?"

‎ 

"Huh?"

‎ 

"Brimstone?"

‎ 

"Wha– oh! Oh come on, she just woke up! Can't you tell him to give me a few minutes, at least?"

‎ 

Sage sheepishly smiled, both hands behind her back.

‎ 

"I'm sorry... This'll take just a few seconds, okay?"

‎ 

With a loud groan, Neon decided to follow the healer with an immense amount of reluctance. But you couldn't let her go without some reassurance.

‎ 

"I'll catch you later, Neon!"

‎ 

"I know you will!"

‎ 

The door slammed shut and they disappeared. You wanted to ask Yoru what that was all about; but you had a much better idea in mind.

‎ 

"I– I wanted to–"

‎ 

Just as Yoru looked back, he found himself pulled into another embrace. This one, however, didn't cause him immense pain.

‎ 

"Missed you."

‎ 

You mumbled. And to say Yoru was speechless would be a vast understatement. His mind drew blanks at such a sudden move, despite it not being the first time. And all he could really do in response was put one hand on your back.

‎ 

"You... Um, you had me worried back there, you know?"

‎ 

The words mindlessly escaped his mouth, but he didn't really do much to stop it.

‎ 

"Really?"

‎ 

"Yeah..."

‎ 

He quickly cleared his throat before he continued.

‎ 

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm impressed you got Sova. I don't know how you got through the rubble."

‎ 

You pulled away with an unamused expression.

‎ 

"I– I thought you died back there."

‎ 

"You need to expect more from me, dummy."

‎ 

He blushed and rolled his eyes.

‎ 

"I said don't take this the wrong way, 'dummy'."

‎ 

You glanced at the omamori on the counter behind him, but promptly looked back so that he wouldn't catch on.

‎ 

"So, uh, speaking of dying... Where do you get omamoris again? Shrines?"

‎ 

"Yeah."

‎ 

"Are you going there any time soon?"

‎ 

You tried to be discreet about it, but somehow, he still caught on and looked back to see what your eyes kept darting to. And he saw your weapon, the omamori you spoke of gently resting on top of it.

‎ 

"Huh, it's torn?"

‎ 

"Yeah."

‎ 

A meek smile forced itself on your lips as he walked towards the Bulldog and picked it up. Damp with your own coagulated blood, and torn open just as you thought.

‎ 

"Sorry about that."

‎ 

"What do you mean? It's a good thing."

‎ 

Despite scrutinising it, Yoru didn't sound as bothered as you did. In fact, he sounded pleased.

‎ 

"This means it did its job."

‎ 

You perked up at this, but you caught yourself before you did anything impulsive.

‎ 

"So... remember when you mentioned dinner?"

‎ 

"Totally. You said no."

‎ 

Yoru nervously cleared his throat.

‎ 

"Yeah, I, um, I remember. And I don't want to miss my chance this time."

‎ 

"Miss your chance?"

‎ 

"I don't like it when people get all up in my business. But you know what?" He pulled you close by the waist. "Maybe it's not so bad when you do it."

‎ 

You snickered.

‎ 

"You're just saying that because I almost died."

‎ 

A mischievous smile painted his previously callous features. No matter how much he tried, flirting just wasn't Yoru's thing. That much you could tell. But teasing definitely was.

‎ 

"Fine, guess I'll ask Sage to join me for the date I had in mind."

‎ 

The word 'date' immediately snatched your attention.

‎ 

"Wait. Okay, fine, let's hear it. What's the idea?"

‎ 

"Hanami's coming up and... I haven't celebrated with another person in a while. Wanna join me?"

‎ 

Hanami? That's right, it was the first of May; the trees must've bloomed already, and the celebration must've started. You beamed at this and completely disregarded your sore arm.

‎ 

"Is it just the two of us?"

‎ 

"Tch, yeah. I have a good spot booked and everything. There's this one old lady that sells the best dango, I'm thinking of going to her again this year. If, um, again, you don't have to, but–"

‎ 

You gently elbowed him with your good arm. Even then, he could barely feel the pain you intended him to feel.

‎ 

"Don't say that, yes I am. We're going. Where's the spot?"

‎ 

"Don't you need a minute to rest?"

‎ 

You proudly gestured to yourself.

‎ 

"I'm well rested. Don't I look like it?"

‎ 

Yoru stared at you for a few seconds.

You looked dishevelled. It was natural for someone who danced with death mere hours ago, but the confidence you radiated made it look like it was just the wind after a pleasant jog up a hill. He couldn't help but agree, and that was made obvious from the slight shimmer in his usually narrow eyes.

‎ 

"If you say so."

‎ 

You moved towards him.

‎ 

"So, where's the spot?"

‎ 

"Kitanomaru park–"

‎ 

The words were lodged in his throat once you took his hand in yours, pulling him out of the patient room and into the hallways. If you keep walking down this hallway, you'll eventually pass by someone who'll see you both like this. But he worked to convince himself that he didn't really mind...

You met his gaze with a warm smile, before pulling him close to you.

‎ 

"That sounds amazing."

‎ 

Just the thought of spending the day with Yoru on that river sounded like some kind of paradise only few would achieve. Fortunately, you were one of the 'few', and you were about to enjoy it as much as possible.

You knew what that day would entail, and you were ready for it.

[severelystrangewriter]

(Bad) First Impressions (Flufftober 2023 Day 2)

Pairing: atsushi “akkun” sendo x female reader (platonic)

WC: 740

Warnings: cursing, petname (princess), reader punches akkun in the nose (mentions of blood)

Summary: your first meeting with akkun doesn’t go so well

Note: so i originally wrote this for an oc of mine but i turned it into x reader just because. it's something i thought was funny and fit in with the theme of how these stupid kids meet

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Your first impression of your friend Atsushi Sendo was not… the best to say the least. Your first meeting was under less than spectacular conditions that, when looked back on, caused you to cringe.

You’re Takemichi’s twin sister, (Y/n) Hanagaki. If there was one word to describe you, it would be protective, maybe a little overprotective. Especially when it came to matters regarding your brother Takemichi. He was always a bit of a crybaby and you felt the need to watch over him.

So when Takuya and Takemichi met up with you at the park after school, the latter sporting a fresh black eye and a bloody lip courtesy of some guy he looked at wrong during the entrance ceremony, to say you were pissed was an understatement. 

You didn’t even let them finish their story before you were demanding he point out this “Akkun”. And it was your lucky day because he just so happened to be approaching the park with two other boys. He had red hair that was styled in a dumb-looking pompadour and his hands were in his pockets as he walked.

“Hey!” You barked, marching right up to the boy and pushing his shoulder hard to get his attention.

“(Y/n)-!” Takemichi’s eyes widened as he ran after her.

“You got a death wish or something?” Akkun’s tall friend with slicked-back black hair asked, stepping forward.

“Can it, string bean,” You pointed at him. He was thrown off by the fire in your eyes and he promptly fell silent.

You then pointed at the redhead, “You’ve got some fucking nerve thinking you can mess with him.” You jerked your thumb towards Takemichi.

Akkun simply rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it princess?”

You fumed, taking a step closer and getting in his face, “If you wanna fight so bad, you take it up with me! Then we’ll see how much you wanna laugh after I kick your ass!”

“(Y/n)-” Takuya tried to grab your elbow and pull you back, but you yanked it from him and stood your ground.

The boy you were threatening scoffed, “I don’t hit girls.”

“Neither do I,” You snarked, “But for you, I’ll make an exception.”

And as quick as lightning, you shot your fist out in a right hook, sucker-punching him straight in the face. He staggered backward, clutching his nose with a surprised shout and you stepped forward to grab him by the collar. His nose was bleeding and he looked dazed.

“If you ever try to mess with my brother again, I will make you regret ever being born,” You hissed.

“No, wait! (Y/n), we’re cool now!” Takemichi frantically waved his arms, 

You snapped your head to your brother who was apologizing profusely to the guy still in your grasp.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

“They’re friends now,” Takuya explained. It took a second for your friend’s words to sink in.

“You couldn’t have told me that before I hit him?” You questioned Takuya who rubbed the back of his neck.

“W-well we were trying, but you get kinda scary when you’re mad.”

“Oh.”

You looked at Akkun who simply blinked back, like he was still processing what just happened. Then you loosened your grip and slowly smoothed down the front of his shirt with a sheepish laugh.

“Well that’s embarrassing,” Then you widened your eyes, “Oh gosh, your nose! Here, I’ve got some tissues in my bag.”

While you were rummaging in your bag, Akkun’s other friend, one with red glasses, waved a hand in front of his bloody face, but Akkun remained unblinking. It wasn’t until you procured your pack of tissues and handed him one that he shook himself of his stupor.

“Thanks,” He muttered, bringing it to his nose.

“Yeah, no problem,” You replied. Then you winced slightly, “But uh, sorry.”

Akkun shook his head, “Nah, it’s fine. That was one hell of a punch.”

“Thanks,” You smiled slightly, feeling a little better about the situation.

No, punching someone in the face is not how one would make an ideal first impression. But Akkun was surprisingly understanding, and he actually admired how you stood up for your brother, even commenting on how Takemichi could stand to learn a thing or two from you.

While it might not have been ideal, it certainly was the beginning of a beautiful friendship between you and the Mizo Middle gang.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

parts 1-3

parts 4-5

written together with @hannahhook7744

Chapter 7

Chad knocked on the window of a guest room in Snow White’s palace—the one Chloe usually stayed in—and waited for someone to answer.

Hoping it wouldn’t be his aunt or uncle.

He really didn’t feel like talking to another adult right now.

He just really needed his sister (and maybe his cousin) right now. 

He knocked at the window again, hoping that his sister would open soon. Because otherwise the guards making rounds would see him and they’d have questions, such as "Why don’t you just use the front door,“ and "Do you know that your parents called and want us to let them know if you turn up?“

Which, yes, utterly unacceptable.

But the window remained locked, and he didn’t know how to open it from the outside. The pirates probably did.

He should ask Gil to teach him sometimes.

He lifted his hand to knock at the window again and nearly knocked at his sister’s forehead instead. After a moment of hesitation, he did so anyway, lightly enough that it wouldn’t hurt her in the slightest.

He smiled at her appalled expression.

"Chad!“ she protested, fixing her bangs just a little, "What are you doing here anyway?“

Chad shrugged slightly, climbing inside. "Just wanted to see you, Chlo." 

He hoped she bought it because he didn't want to have a conversation about what was actually bothering him with a ten year old. 

Or two ten year olds, if Glauco came back. 

Or Glauco's parents, if he had left to go get them when Chad had knocked on the window.

… he probably should have thought of the possibility before he knocked on the window, to be honest.

But hey, too late for that now, and it was not like he didn’t do even less thought-through things lately.

Still, he froze when he saw Chloe standing in front of him with her hands folded at her chest and a huge pout.

"You’re a terrible liar,“ she told him.

He buffed, sitting down on the floor. "When did you get so smart?"

Chloe got that look on her face. The one that said she was about to be a major smartass. Which her next words only proceeded to prove "When I stopped listening to you."

"Hey!"

She smiled victoriously, that little monster, and, yeah. Little girls be like that.

In retaliation, he reached out to mess up her hair a bit.

"Hey!“ she yelled out too, and grabbed his wrist, eventually mostly hanging from it. Chad was tempted to just swing her about the room like when she was really little.

"You’re evading the question!“ she accused, "Mum says that’s rude!“

Well, and now Chad has to talk or he’d be teaching his little sister bad manners, a crime more unforgivable than making out with three pirates in their parents’ eyes. Oh, goodness.

“Just got in a fight with mom and dad.” A ‘fight’ was an understatement in his opinion but he wasn’t sure how else to describe it—so ‘fight’ would have to do.

Even though the word caused his stomach to drop as he wondered how his life had gotten to this point.

Besides, he wasn't about to unravel all of his personal problems on a ten years old, was he now?

… Yeah no. Said ten years old was incredibly nosey and Chad possessed the chronic inability to say no to her. She was also easily distracted, though, and beamed excitedly when Chad lied (only a tiny bit!) that the fight was about his recent date.

And suddenly, Chloe wanted to know everything.

Thankfully, or unthankfully—depending on how you look at it—, the door to Glauco’s room opened before Chloe badgered him enough to get him to give in. 

Unfortunately, it wasn’t Glauco who opened it but instead his aunt Snow. 

The two stared at each other. 

All while Chloe poked his shoulder. 

“Chad. Chad. Chad—”

“Chloe, dear, why don’t you go get some hot chocolate with Glauco and your uncle Florian? They’re in the kitchen.” 

Chloe pouted, but Snow gave her one of her looks, and off she went.

"I’ll make you one, too!“ she promised Chad in between the doors, and then she was gone.

Which meant that Snow redirected the look at Chad.

He smiled nervously.

"Hi, Auntie,“ he said.

Chloe, never one to turn down hot chocolate, of course took the bait.  “Okay auntie Snow! See you later, Chad!”

Chad fidgeted—not meeting Snow’s eyes, Too tired to see yet another person he cared about disappointed in him for something that shouldn’t have mattered. Even though he had wanted the attention it brought before. 

Maybe he was a moron after all. 

He’d have to send Evie and Doug a gift basket for all the tutoring they had given him over the years.

"Chad,“ his Aunt continued to give him the look, "You know you can talk with me about everything whenever you need, right?“

Her eyes got softer as she said this.

So Chad stopped looking into her eyes as he gulped and said: "Yeah, sure.“

He wished that he could believe that.

But he didn't.

He had stopped believing that ages ago. 

After Chloe and Glauco were born. 

"Anyway, Auntie Snow, I can't right now, I'm terribly busy, I promised Audrey I'd meet with her, so, yeah? See you later,“ he said, making a move for the window.

He did in fact promise no such thing, but he was sure Audrey didn't mind, and he really wanted to get out of this uncomfortable conversation. He touched the window frame and twisted his body to fit through it.

"Chadwick James,“ his Aunt's voice froze him mid-motion, "You're going absolutely nowhere until you've had the hot chocolate Chloe is making you. And you're not using the window -“

So Chad climbed back in and walked the familiar way to the kitchens, a concerned but for the moment satisfied Aunt Snow behind him.

[roguepen]

Jack / Lucina content and one-shot preview under the cut

Look- this is going to be a long story. I have scenes I want to put in that are not drafted. Enjoy this. Know it could change in edits.

Birth of Alex - Jack’s POV

Lucina and I knew nothing about babies and now that he was born it seemed like a terrible idea in hindsight. The Healer seemed mildly concerned at our combined lack of knowledge on the holding of the minutes old baby boy. Who I already loved beyond all expression, it's ridiculous - I do not know this baby but he's clearly got Lucina's ears and the pert set of her chin and I'm completely gone - the rest of him looks like me, poor thing.

Newborns were generally a bit ugly, but this baby boy was the most handsome, perfect of infants. His head was a bit bruised, perhaps too pointed -that went away right? We didn’t manage to mess him up on the day he was born, right?

By the Twelve, we probably had. At least we were not going to drop him - we were not that incompetent.

“I thought you wanted to name him after your father?”

Lucina blinked slowly as I sat down next to her and passed her the bundle of fresh newborn baby as she bit her lip thoughtfully. “I… don’t think he looks like a Callum.”

“Ainsley then?” I brushed my finger over the boy’s cheek and watched his mouth twitch. “It might please your aunt.”

I would die for him. No questions asked. He would grow up happy and safe, even if I did not live to see it.

Lucina shook her head, her long blonde hair falling moving slightly along the pillow. “No, that sounds nice, but I don’t like it much.”

I exhaled slowly, “Maybe we should have made a list.”

“No. We name the baby something that fits him, not try to make him something he’s not.”

I reached out to Lucina, wordlessly offering to hold him again so she could rattle off a few more names.

“I thought about Alistair, Uncle Tavish’s son, you remember him? Something strong, I think.” Lucina paused. “He seems willful.”

The result of twenty-eight hours of labor being described as willful seemed an understatement.

“That’s a Graves trait, you’ve met my parents.”

Lucina giggled, her face was pink and radiant and the early morning sun was beginning to rise and peer through the window and- she’s an absolute vision.

“Alexander.”

“Hm?”

“His name.” Lucina smiled, tired in a way I was not sure I could ever understand as she lay back on her pillows. Her slender, pale hand reaching out towards me, beckoning me and our son back to her. “I don’t want to inflate Alistair’s ego too much, and Alexander is a nice strong name on its own.”

I grinned wryly, “None of those in the family. I like it. Middle name?”

Lucina looked at me and the smile on her face was so sweet and open that I would have kissed her if I was not concerned I would crush baby Alexander before his paperwork was filled out and formalized.

“Theodore.”

“Mine? You sure about building my ego up like that?”

Lucina nodded, “Alexander Theodore Graves. It’s perfect.”

“Just like him.”

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Birth of Audrey- Jack's POV

Having a daughter should not have been different from a son, but there was something so delicate about Audrey. She seemed smaller than Alex had, quicker to open her eyes and focus on me as I held her, despite the fact that I now knew that babies did not have particularly good eyesight, it was the idea that she saw me that squeezed my heart. Audrey had her mother’s eyes, almond shaped and a head of dark hair. Such a beautiful baby girl.

Lucina and I had debated names for several minutes while Alex looked over the newborn with a curious stare while she lay quietly in my arms. He was a handsome lad, I did not see much of Lucina in him but he seemed to favor her father. In short, Alex looked more like an Ainsley than a Graves, despite all of Lucina’s assertions otherwise.

By the Twelve we made pretty babies.

Lucina claimed Ophelia was a beautiful name, I retorted that this baby was already too sweet natured to be compared to my battle-axe of a mother.

I proposed if we wanted to use a name from my side of the family, my great-grandmother Audrey seemed a reasonable idea - a noted philanthropist and not a famous family battle-axe.

Lucina tested the name a couple of times before nodding in approval. “Middle names?”

Oh, this would be a struggle. I was still a no on anything from my mother - Audrey Ophelia rolled off the tongue terribly in any case. Audrey Anne had too many A’s… I had toyed with Rebekah, but I did not feel it was a good idea to invite the strangeness of Rebekah Graves to my baby girl. She would have a simpler life than my great-great grandmother, and Rebekah’s outspoken politics were not something to invite into my growing career through the name of our daughter, and I would not offend Lucina by naming our baby girl after my family’s parselmouth ancestor. There was too much going on in Britain and too much controversy to open that door for scrutiny.

I had been looking at the family tree for ideas and virtue names were a bit common but… Something strong. Defined. I don’t want her to go too far, I want her constantly in my arms…

“Constance.”

“What?”

“Audrey Constance Graves.” I shrugged and caressed her downy black hair before bringing her up to kiss her forehead. “She’s a constant thread tying us all together.”

And she’s never leaving my sight - there will be no boys.

"Where did that come from?"

“Have you been throwing bones again?” Alex raised an eyebrow, looking far older than a nine-year-old should. I thought he would be a little dumb until he was twenty-five or so, but sometimes he reminded me distinctly of an old man. Lucina said he was an old soul, I was not sure what else one could call a kid who liked to read newspapers with his apple juice in the morning. Old soul might have been the politest terminology for this phenomenon.

“Only on full moons.”

“Jack!”

“What? I need to see them.”

If anything happened to either of my children, there would be hell to pay.

[bi-bard]

Orla Gartland Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Max Wolfe - Max Wolfe Imagine [Gossip Girl (2021)]

Title: Orla Gartland Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Max Wolfe

Pairing: Max Wolfe X Reader

Word Count: 2,463 words

Warning(s): insecurities, mention of sex

Author's Note: Because I found out that "Why Am I Like This?" by Orla Gartland was in Gossip Girl and I found that very funny because it was also in Heartstopper. Shit like that makes me chuckle. [side note: I've also been a fan of Orla for years, so seeing her get featured on so many shows is very exciting]

Also, if that song is playing over your scene, then I'm going to assume that things aren't going great.

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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Madison

Oh I've been thinkin' How you been, how you been? I told you Every single secret and you sat there silent I needed you then, now I need you again

It was early.

That was the first thing I thought about when I thought about that day. It was easily four in the morning, maybe four-thirty. I pulled my front door open because I could have sworn that something was out there making noise.

I found Max sitting on the floor next to my door. He had fallen asleep there.

I hadn't seen him in a few years at that point. Well, that wasn't true. I had seen him, but I hadn't talked to him. We had grown apart. I would always be able to pick his laugh out of a crowd, but I wouldn't be able to ask how his day was.

I knelt next to him and awkwardly pushed at his arm.

He fell over a bit but woke up in time to catch himself. It took a moment for his eyes to properly focus on me, but when they did, he offered me a lazy, tired smile.

"Hey," he said like he wasn't half-asleep on my doorstep.

"Hi," I replied awkwardly. "What are you doing here, Max?"

"I needed to see you," he explained. He sighed. "God, I missed you."

"Yeah, I missed you too... are you drunk?"

"Not anymore," he shrugged. "I was when I first got here."

"How long have you been out here?"

"Oh... I don't know. I just assumed. I tried to knock but no one answered."

"I was asleep," I ran a hand over my face. "Come on."

To say that Max looked like a mess would be an understatement. That wasn't meant to be an insult, but it wasn't a difficult conclusion to draw. His hair was a mess, his eyes were tired and glazed over, and his skin was pale enough to truly worry me. And that was all not taking his clothes into consideration, which were a complete mess.

He found a place to sit that was immediately in front of my couch.

"Do you want some water or tea... ibuprofen... a breath mint?" I listed as he did.

"I wanna talk to you."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why?"

"You're my best friend."

I bit my lip and looked down. "All due respect, Max, but we haven't been friends in a long time now."

"Well, that was a stupid choice on my part."

I chuckled but tried to hide it. "Why are you really here?"

"I told you-"

"No, I want to know what actually led you to my doorstep last night. How did you even know which place was mine?"

"Gossip Girl posted about your building for some reason... and your neighbor helped me," he explained. "Little old woman?"

That little old woman had been asking when I was going to find someone to settle down with. I thought it was just normal old woman talk, not that she would send a man that was clearly not in his right mind to my doorstep.

I just nodded in response.

"You didn't answer why you're here."

It felt harsh, but it was a good question.

"I got my heart broken and I didn't want to go home."

I took a deep breath. I had heard about Max and his new relationship. I think most people in this social circle had. I had been happy for him. He looked happy with them.

"Will you sit with me for a while," he asked. "Please?"

I hesitated for a moment. "Let me get some coffee. Want some?"

Max shook his head.

I grabbed a mug of coffee before walking over and sitting next to him on the floor. He leaned his head on my shoulder.

"We used to do this all the time," he muttered. "We'd make forts."

"Using that tall lamp from the corner of the living room," I added, grinning to myself. "Those forts were a work of art."

He chuckled and nodded. "We should make another one."

"Maybe later," I mumbled. "How about you tell me what happened? Those forts did use to be time for us to talk about drama."

"Yeah, when we were in elementary school."

"What's the real difference between then and now," I asked.

I heard another chuckle escape him.

It took him a while but after a few minutes, he started to tell me the entire story from the beginning. I was happy that he wasn't looking at my face. My eyes had gone wide in reaction to all the things that I had missed.

But through the early morning, there was this sense of familiarity and comfort. Even after so many years and so much happened, it felt so natural to sit with Max and talk.

It was nice to know that Max and I could still be so close after so many years.

Zombie!

Take your time Take your time Cause babe what's yours is mine All your drama and your trauma That you hide from the boys If I say that I'll stay Then I'll stay but I can't Sit here watching you wasting away

I sometimes felt like I went too far in the name of supporting Max through the rough patch he was thinking.

He needed a change of scenery. I let him stay on my couch in the living room. I knew that investing in that pull-out couch was the right choice.

I only wished that his change in scenery came with some kind of change in behavior.

We had had the conversation countless times. He would go out for the night and bring someone home. It was irritating how many times I had to tell him to not bring people in. I didn't want to listen to them, and I didn't want to see anything in the morning. It was just the wrong place for him to have a guest over.

It was another night of him dragging someone new through the door.

I heard them through the wall while I was hunched over a textbook at my desk.

I took a deep breath before grabbing a pillow and walking out.

"Hey!"

There was barely any reaction.

I threw the pillow as I yelled again, "Hey!"

The guy jumped off of the couch and looked at me. Thankfully, he was still mostly dressed. His eyes jumped between Max and me. I looked over at Max.

"We have had this discussion," I said. He just shrugged.

The other guy still looked incredibly awkward.

"Um, hi," he tried to shake my hand.

"Hi, please get out," I replied.

He grabbed his shirt and jacket. "It's nice to meet you. Max, you have my number, you can call me whenever-"

I snapped at the guy, "Get the fuck out!"

"Sorry," he mumbled before doing some awkward run outside.

"What the hell," Max asked after the door shut.

"I... Listen. I understand that you're going through a rough patch right now," I explained. "I really do. And I'm really trying to be supportive, but this... can't happen. You can't bring random people here. Okay?"

"I'm just trying to enjoy myself."

"Then go to their place," I shrugged. "I don't want to listen to you fuck someone on my couch. I have to be able to sleep before work and I need to study. I can't deal with the partying and the sex and all of it. I'm sorry, but this place isn't the right place for it."

"Listen, I am just having fun," he replied. "I am sorry that you can't find someone to have fun with. Just because you can't find someone that wants to touch you or want you, doesn't mean that I should have to suffer."

My eyes widened at the insult. It took me a moment to respond, "This is where you realize how fucking rude your statement was and apologize."

"I don't think it is."

I took a deep breath. "I... I offered a place to stay, food, kindness... and you're going to show a complete lack of respect and understanding of my boundaries? I shouldn't have expected you to be different than that little boy who abandoned me at the first chance of getting something more exciting!"

I stormed out of the room before he could respond. I slammed my bedroom door shut.

"Shit!"

I ran my hands over my face and sat back down at my desk. I tried to blink away any tears that formed. I knew that they were caused by anger and stress, but that didn't stop the embarrassment. I wanted to believe that Max and I were friends again. Believe that it be like the last however many years had never happened. But times like these made it really hard to believe that.

It was probably just over an hour before there was a knock on my door.

"I really don't want to talk, Max," I called.

"Please..."

I let out a sigh before pushing myself up and walking over to the door.

I opened the door just enough to look at him. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "You were right."

I just nodded.

"I promise that I'll do better," he continued. "I won't bring people here. I'll cut back on the partying. I... I know that you just want to help me. And I... I don't want to be the same guy who abandoned you."

There was a small pause.

Max went to speak again but I cut him off by stepping forward and wrapping my arms around him. I closed my eyes and let out a heavy sigh as he hugged me back.

"I'm so sorry."

I opened my eyes, ready to accept the apology but paused when I saw something over his shoulder. "Did... Did you build a fort in my living room?"

He stepped back with a smile on his face. "Yeah... is that okay?"

"Why did you build a fort in my living room?"

"I thought it was nice," he shrugged. "Like old times."

I grinned at it.

"Is it okay?"

"Yes," I replied, nodding. "Yes, it's okay. It's very nice."

"Come on!" he pulled me over to the fort that he had made over the pull-out couch. He held the blanket to the side so I could crawl in first.

I chuckled as he plopped on the couch next to me. "Not quite as roomy as when we were little."

"Just cozier than they used to be," he replied. He looked at me for a second. "I'm sorry."

I reached over and grabbed his hand. "It's okay. I promise."

He grinned again.

Changes started small. And this felt like a good small step forward.

oh GOD

If you always just laugh it off I won't be opening up We kissed on the bed It messed with my head Does that mean nothing to you?

"You've been avoiding me."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement. An observation.

It was a good observation on Max's part. He must have realized that when I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment.

"It's kinda hard to hide that when we share a one-bedroom apartment," he explained, a smirk pulling at his lips.

It was such a strange moment in my mind. It felt like I had my memories about Max in one place and then that moment sat out on its own.

I don't even remember what we had been talking about at the time. I remember that we were sitting on the pull-out couch that Max had been using. At some point, he moved closer to me. There was this long pause before he leaned over and kissed me. I pulled back in a matter of seconds.

The silence after that made my chest tighten. I got up and muttered out some long line of apologies before going to run to my room.

I spent days doing what I could to avoid him. Like he said, that was difficult in our current living conditions.

"You do know what happened was okay, right," he asked. "It's fine."

"No, no, it's really not," I said.

He chuckled. "(Y/n), it was a kiss. A quick kiss at that. That's it. It's not a big deal-"

"It is for me," I cut him off. "And I didn't want to have this conversation because I knew that this is exactly what would happen."

His eyebrows furrowed.

"I get that it may not be a big deal for you, but it is for me," I took a deep breath. "It's not just because there was a kiss. It's because it was you. I have some shit to sort through on my end before I can act normal again."

"I see."

I just nodded. "Now... please get out of my room."

"Yeah... no."

"Max, I'm being serious."

"So am I," he replied, stepping toward me. "I said it wasn't a big deal because I didn't want you to panic about it. Not because I saw it as nothing."

I bit my lip. I was not ready to have an argument with him right now. About anything.

"You are my best friend. We have been friends since we were kids."

There was an intermission in our friendship, but I had no interest in correcting him.

"I wouldn't do something like that if I hadn't thought about it before," he continued. "I may be a bit impulsive, but I'm not a complete idiot."

I couldn't help but wonder how long he had spent thinking about it. How many times had it almost happened without me ever realizing it?

"And... I haven't really stopped thinking about it since," he mumbled.

"Are you being serious," I asked. "I mean it. This isn't some screwed-up joke or some weird way to try to comfort me-"

"Kiss me."

I froze where I was. I didn't have a response. Not a verbal one or a physical one.

"(Y/n)-"

Like him saying my name flipped some kind of switch, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his.

This kiss, like the one before, only lasted for a few seconds before I leaned back again. I saw the smug grin forming on Max's face.

"Shut up," I muttered.

"Wanna go to dinner tonight?"

I paused for a second.

"I'd like to take you on a proper date."

"Oh," I mumbled. "Yeah, that... that sounds nice."

"Good," he cupped the sides of my face and kissed me again. "Better than avoiding me, isn't it?"

"Maybe," I shrugged.

"Maybe?"

"I could be convinced."

"Is that right?"

I nodded.

"I do enjoy a challenge."

I chuckled.

It was nice to know that I didn't have to hide anymore.

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-If you were the moon and I was the tide, no matter the distance, the tide always follows the moon. For the moon was the tides one true love.-

141 + könig x reader. CWs: none, just Widow. Fluff, and hopefully, everyone likes this!

I'll be posting every 1 to 2 weeks. Mostly 2 weeks. I hope that's okay with everyone.

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When talking about a person, they could say something along the lines of: ' Oh! they're kind.' 'They're sweet and funny.' ' friendly and an absolute sweethearts'.

But when asked to describe a certain Widow, they would say: 'menace.' 'Crackhead.' 'hyperactive.' ' crazy.' ‘She might bite your ankles if you don’t watch out type of person.’ And most of all ' unpredictable.' Is what they would say about her But they would also say that's what they loved about her. (Not the ankle biting part)

When tasked to work in such high and dangerous jobs, such as the military having some laughs to ease the tension can help a lot. And that was what Widow and Soap were, mostly Widow. She constantly made everyone smile, that or worry about her unhinged behavior.

So when she was smiling and jumping off the walls like a kid given candy on Christmas morning and was told santa left her some good present. No one bated an eye, except for 2 people. König, who obviously knew what was happening and price, who noticed that she was hyper than usual. Like he thought she was foaming at the mouth. ( might get her checked for Rabies.)

The rest of 141 started to take notice that Widow smiled up at the air, lost in thought, laughing a little more than usual. Making her look like a maniac, slightly talking nonsense to herself, still smiling. The normal, questionable but normal.

Soap notched ghost with his shoulder, making the taller male look at him, and lower his head to listen. Still keeping his eyes on the spaced out Widow, ' ya, think she finally lost it?' Soap asked. Ghost shook his head and spoke,' na', she lost it a while ago. Can't be it.'

As they still kept an eye on Widow, as a tall giant walked up to the short woman. They could see him waving his hand in front of the woman, but she was still lost in her own world. He visibly deflated, seeing that his attempt to wake her from her dream world failed. He gave her a tap on her shoulder.

The woman snapped out of her dase, jumping a little while letting out a yelp. Quickly blinking and looking up at the person in front of her. When she registered who it was, her face irupted into a red mess.

Widow quickly aderted her face from könig. Feeling her face was about to explode, like a granade. König worried, looked over Widow and asked if she was alright. She quickly responded with an ' am fine.'

Ghost and soap stared wide-eyed at the interaction unfolding in front of them. They watched as both Widow and König walked off to the cafetería. Soap stared, his mouth still open. He pointed at the now empty space and said,' Did she just...' he looked up at ghost, who gave him a nod.

Ghost and soap couldn't believe that they had just witnessed. Widow's face was red, and she could hardly look könig in the eyes. What shocked them the most was that she looked almost shy and embarrassed to see könig in front of her.

Yeah, that sealed the deal for them. Widow was indeed broken. There was no way in hell that Widow would act such a way. Widow knew little to no shame! This woman nonchalantly walked into ghost's room and took all his shirts and pants. Just cuz she felt like messing with ghost after a prank soap pulled on him.

The reason why was cuz, soap had a month before taken all of ghost's shirts, pants and black boxers. Only to leave him pink short with the words 'love mom' in the back.

But Widow had some mercy she left him a pair of pink shorts with red hearts and a sleeve-less tank top. To say ghost was confused was an understatement. Who the bloody hell rods a man of his clothes to only leave him, pink shorts and a tank-top!

Widow walked up to ghost and, with a smile, handed him a basket of his folded clothes, her excuse, 'It was my turn to laundry, hope you didn't mind.' Ghost annoyed, took his clothes back, and changed.

To say that everyone was amusement at what they saw was true, they where also so fucking confused. What the fuck is going on! Soap took as many pictures as he could of the funny sight, before ghost could beat the hell out of him.

'Not a word. Ya hear.' Ghost warned. They all nodded nervously. Widow nodded with a smile. Yeah, she was evil. After that, accurance it solified even more the fact that what they saw was the equivalent of seeing a pig fly.

Gaz knew something was up when Widow was jumping up and down, normal right. Yeah, but every time she jumped around, a small noise could be heard. It could have been her dog tags, sure , but it sounded like multiple ones, and it wasn't the normal sound of dog tags clicking together. Widow didn't usually wear jewelry, like necklaces or rings, since she was forgetful and might lose them, and the fact that she was very clumsy.

Finally, after a week 141, had a meeting regarding a mission they were to be given. After the meeting ended, Price asked what made widow Crazier that usual. He had to know and so did the rest of the task force, where also wondering the cause.

After hearing those words. She froze, completely forgetting the conversation she was having with König. ' Was it that obvious?' She asked wide-eyed.

Price let out a loud belly laugh and said,' You're not the best at hiding it.' Widow looked around to the rest of her team and saw them all nod. Her face grew red, and she hid her face with her hands, lining to hide onto königs chest. ' Why... this is so embarrassing'. She muttered out loud.

König patted her in the back, telling her that it would be fine to tell them. She looked up at him and asked shyly in a low voice,'You sure?'. König nodded.

Now everyone was confused. The hell was going on. Widow took a deep breath and took königs hand in hers and shy showed it to everyone, red faced she said 'me and könig are dating. I really like him'. Now it was königs turn to shyly look away from everyone. Widow slowly pulled up a silver chain from under her shirt.

Everyone looked at the chain to see a diamond ring. Everyone's jaw hit the floor, price choked on his cigar, gaz chocked on his soda. Ghost was left to stunned to speak, soap almost passed out. As for laswell, all her paperwork was on the floor, gone like the wind.

The thought on each and every single one of their minds was <when did this happen!?!> Soap was the first to break the ice and said,' sense when?'. Widow answered with a smile ' a few weeks ago. I was gonna tell ya, but I couldn't find the right time. You were all busy.' Her face was less red, and she wasn't hiding anymore as she spoke.

Ghost looked at könig expectantly, könig took notice and decided to speak.' I proposed.. and asked her to be my girlfriend.' Many emotions were running high, happiness, surprised, and so much more. But they were happy for them.

Everyone in the room congratulated the couple. Widow thought now was the time to tell her brothers the good news. Yeahhh, she didn't tell the either... this would be fun.

- a few hours later: Germany -

A young man was sitting on the floor, wiping his sweaty face with a towel while holding a battle of water in his other hand.

He was tired, very tired, military training was going to be the end of him, he thought. But he was glad that he was done and sense it was still early in the morning. He was planning to eat and get some rest before his duties started. He looked at his watch and read 6:00 am.

He closed his eyes and wished that at least today would be a good day. He opened his eyes to see one of his colleagues walking up to him. They told him that someone from England was calling.

He thanked his friend and went to the waiting call. ' Hello, this is lutenent Michael. Who may i be speaking to?' He asked. From the other line, he heard someone yawning ' tu hermana, i got some good news.' The woman told him.

'I know you're my sister after hearing your ugly voice so early in the morning, y cuel es la noticia? What is the news?' He laughed, hearing his sister dramatically gasp, calling a rude asshole.

' Well... I got proposed and asked to be someone's girlfriend. Como te queda el ojo - what do u think-' she heard nothing nothing but silence from the other end of the line. She checked that it didn't disconnect. Nope, it was still very much connected.

' estás bien? - you good-' she asked. He quickly snaped out of it and asked,' Are you serious? No, me jales la pierna.-dont pull my leg-. Who was it?' He asked, shocked. He was too young and too early for a heart attack.

'It was könig, listen i really like him, his kind and treats me well. Yo me mataría por el y el por mí- i would die for him, and he would for me-.'

'Ay que bueno - Ah, that's good - i didn't give him my blessing for nothing.' Michael sighed in relive, he liked könig and if his sister was happy, then so was he. Besides, maybe family diners won't leave him bed ridden from food poisoning.

'Tú que??-you what- you knew he was gonna ask me?' She asked, shocked and confused. ' he asked me and Alex for your hand'. Michael shrugged.

'No lo puedo creer- i can't believe this-'. She laughs, and she beads her brother. Goodbye. It was time to call her younger brother and tell him the news....

- Korea 10:30-

We all know that anyone in the military values sleep. They love sleep. If you would ask any military personnel what they like the most, they would say SLEEP!. Yes, they love their families and friends, and yes, have a love and hate relationship with life. But sleep.

So why in gods fucking green earth is his sleep being cut short and on his day off, oh hell no. Someone best be dying (hopefully not), his sister getting married or the world is ending. Even if the world was ending he still would rather choose sleep.

The ringing of his phone was becoming so ungodly loud. If there was any God out there, help this man get some sleep! Alex begrudgingly looked at his phone.

Unknown number read the screen, since it looked like it was no one important. He answered, the Alex way. ' 911, what is your emergency? You best be dying, eres el Cuco-your the boogeyman - or your getting jumped, which is it. May I know your emergency?'

The person on the other side of the line was silent before responding,' Ah, yes. Your sister has gotten proposed to and asked to be a girlfriend. She gladly accepted. Does that count as an emergency.' The older woman smiled and laughed at the other end.

Now it Alex's turn to be rendered speechless. After a few seconds, he answered,' Ah, am sorry ma'ma. But it seems to be that I was the one that got jumped. My apologies, maldita loca habladora.-fucking crazy, Liar.'

'Am not lying, and from a scale of 1 to 10, how jumped do you feel?' She asked, laughing. She really missed the way Alex answered his phone, when he was annoyed/unknown number or it he knew it was her or Michael.

' ummm, let me see. I feel as sleep deprived as any man in the army, but to answer. I got hit in the gut, smacked, bamboozled, and I think, Staded in the heart, might have been hit by a car along the way. My answer is 10 out of 10 hit by a HUMVEE. Does that answer your question ma'ma.'

' ah, no pues estás muerto mi hijo.-ah, than your dead, my son.' She laughed even more loudly. ' But all jokes aside, how do you feel? About the news, I mean.'

' Who was it? Oh, please tell me it was that big guy! I quite like him. If it's anyone else am pulling my gun. Am not afraid of jail or prison.' He said blankly.

'Yes to big guy no to prison or jail. You're too cute for that. Remind my dear sir, was this a worthy 911 call.' Smiled nostalgicaly. She found it funny that Alex still used her 911 joke. Although if it was anyone else, this joke would be met with confusion.

Alex responds 'very much. Next one, you better be getting married. Now, it's almost 11, and a man needs some sleep. I love you, but fuck off and let me peacefully die'. He exclaimed while throwing his face into the pillow.

'Love you too, you and me both. I need some sleep, see you on the other side.' She laughs, receiving a laugh from the other line before hanging up.

But oh well, you learn a few things from your family, especially your older siblings. Although learning a few things from Widow might not be good. But at lass that family for you.

After her talk with her siblings, she could feel a weight being lifted off her chest. She hates lying to her family when it comes to such great news. Learning to tell people what is on your mind can be hard, but widow understands that there are people who will listen and help.

Widow is the happiest she could ever be she has someone who truly loves her, a loving family, and her crazy siblings. What else could a girl ask for.

Now, it was mission time. So, no funny business. Widow, it's not mission impossible, and you're not James bond. She told herself, while humming the theme of mission impossible.

Hopefully, she can have some peaceful sleep tonight. Tomorrow is a new day and a new challenge.

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I'll start writing about the other Fandoms I read. Am just gonna have fun.

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[rae-raewrites]

Boredom’s cure

In which Edward nigma seeks to cure s/o’s boredom while getting some work done.

A shirt little Ed Drabble because who doesn’t like Eddie?

Warnings: none

“Didn’t i tell you not to touch anything? Especially on my desk?”

You flinched a little hearing his voice from across the room. You had barely touched the singular riddler trophy on his desk, half completed. One of a dozen that he had put to the side did now.

“I know! Just wanted to look at it………..”

“Well you certainly don’t need to put your paws on it. If I remember correctly that’s what your eyes are for.”

Snarky. That was one way to describe the man. At one point in your relationship with Eddie you learned that most of the snark came from not really having the best in terms of people skills. However he could still intentionally do so if he wanted.

You heard him put something metallic down and the sound of his work boots trudge over. To say he looked like a mess would be an understatement. Stained,dirtied with a shot of sleep deprivation created the genius cocktail that was your boyfriend.

The puzzles in the orphanage and under the sewers were by all means his most proudest. He spent hours in this one room alone building and thinking up a death trap. You truly would be a fool to question his dedication. You of course weren’t a fool.

“Dear the reason I brought you In here is so you wouldn’t be bored. Or do anything stupid.” He gave an honest chuckle as he grabbed his glasses and probably looked over his own blueprints for the 50th time that day.

“Ya but now I’m just bored in here. Ya more moved me to a place to be bored somewhere else. No offense.”

“Well then you can certainly come over and give me an assist my darling.”

You snorted.

A little bit of red painted his cheeks. He caught on very quickly to his own words.

“You know what I meant.”

“Oh I know but that doesn’t mean I can’t interpret it a little differently oh dearest genius of mine.”

A roll of his eyes told you exactly what one would need for an answer as he walked back over to one of the metal plates on the floor.

Any other person would probably not have followed but that wasn’t the case here. A simple hop down onto old dirty tile gave you a safe spot away from anything actually armed. He would of course turn off anything he was working on but that didn’t mean there wasn’t something you could get hurt by. Loose metal,poking wires and few electrical connections that were extremely unstable led one to air on the side of caution for whatever site he was working on.

“So What’a wanna do for dinner tonight? I know for certain that you’re not cooking tonight.”

The two of you took a seat down. Eddie was quick to return to work like nothing had happened. Like he never moved.

“I CAN cook. I just choose to focus on other more important tasks than a need for nutrition.”

You automatically recognized that first statement as a lie. He could boil a pot of water and put a package ramen in but that was about it.

“But since I’ll be busy………Chinese? There is a new place opened up in Kingston. It will certainly not be competing with much considering how our usual is just declining in quality. Drill.”

That last part caught you off guard.

“Oh!”

You immediately picked up the hand drill on the floor next to you and placed it in his opened hand.

“Ed?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for not letting me go bored into insanity.”

You received a appreciative mumble of what you could of sworn was a ‘you’re welcome’ but you knew he would never admit it.

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Hello, Big Brother~! Pt.1

Hello wonderful people! It is I, Valora~! I have indeed returned from my grave with the intention to continue my little series called "Eccentric Family" as it seemed to... gain a lot of views, surprising enough. I thank you readers for all the attention it has been getting lately.

Though there is another part of the series coming soon, an online friend of mine had decided to perhaps do a request of her own. This story is honestly long over due, but I did it! Behold, part 1 of a request made by: @hornet05. Thankyou, my friend. This masterpiece is for you. And now, on to the story~! Enjoy!

Ah, love. They say it's the best feeling ever! There's even a whole day in the year that dedicates on its celebration. Everyone loved that day. I guess you can say it's a day most people took seriously. I suppose you were not most people. And I quote; "were".

Back when you were still in high school, the peak of secret admirers and constant love along with heartbreak, you never seemed to care about this stuff. In fact, when your friend asked if you would ever fall in love, you would constantly say no. The thing is, you never understood that feeling and imagining one day to feel like how others have described it just felt... like an untouchable dream.

Though all that didn't matter anymore when you met Rei during your first years in college. It was no love at first sight, but you did experience the small bud that soon blossomed into the feeling of love that everyone constantly gushed about. You were embarrassed to say it to your friends, though. You constantly denied it during high school. You couldn't just possibly say; "I might have a crush on someone even after I said I will never fall in love."

But still, all of the signs are there, and your friends had no problem putting the pieces together. Knowing that it'll hurt your pride to tell you straight fowardly, and know that there is no way you will take the first step, they took initiative to befriend Rei and set the two of you on a blind date.

To say you were pissed was an understatement. This was just straight-up embarrassing for you. One of your friends told you that Rei had simply asked them to eat together and said they could bring you and your other friends. But nope! They set it all up so that you two could have a small date together.

I won't get into details, sadly, that part is classified information. But what I can say is that it was an absolute disaster. You were a blushing, hot mess after that whole ordeal. But it worked nonetheless. He asked you out on a more literal date, and you accepted. From then on, both you and Rei are finally dating each other. Your friends couldn't be happier for you.

Though, as the days go by, you noticed how Rei usually declines your invitation to go on dates outside of college hours. Though you're not complaining, since Rei spends most of his free time with you anyway. Plus, the frequent study sessions you begged him to do. People often ask if you were truly fine with it, in which you answered yes. I mean, who cares about some date when you spend time with your boyfriend anyway, right? The point of a date was to have a moment just the two of you anyway. And that's what you two literally did almost every day. Besides, it made dates twice as special since he only takes you on a full on date on special occasions. But you're not gonna lie. You are currious on what he did after college that made him so busy. But then you did found out.

One day, Rei didn't come to college for the whole day. You tried looking for him, texted him, and called him even. But it didn't seem like he checked his phone the whole day. Then, you were suddenly approached by one of Rei's closest friends, Kaoru Hakaze, known to be the ultimate playboy on campus. How they became friends is kinda beyond you. But Kaoru told you that Rei was sick, that's why he didn't come that day.

Worried sick for your boyfriend, you demanded Kaoru to take you to Rei's house. Now, you might be thinking; "Y/n! You're Rei's girlfriend! How come you didn't know his address?!" Well, my friends, he simply didn't tell you. Why? Who knows? He just simply didn't tell you. In return, you didn't tell him your address, so it's kinda fair.

Anyway, Kaoru was honestly hesitant to, but you kept pestering him to submission. So the next thing you know, Kaoru is reluctantly guiding you to Rei's house. Once you both reached his door, Kaoru ran away with some lame excuse of having another date with some girl.

You were confused with his actions but shrugged it off. You faced the door and knocked on it. It took a while, but then the door opened, revealing 3 children behind the door. They all stared at you for a second before the pink haired one slammed the door shut to your face. It surprised you, but you were too focused on why there were children in the house.

After a few more minutes of waiting, the door opened again, revealing a man with shoulder-length brown hair. "Hello there! Sorry for Kohaku's actions. He didn't mean any harm!" The man smiled and ushered you inside. "Yes... hello, um... I'm Y/n, Rei's... girlfriend..." You explained. The man's eyes widened happily. "Ah! So you're the girl Rei has been happily talking about! I'm Madara Mikejima! I'm Rei's uncle. I don't live here, but I'm currently helping Rei take care of his siblings while he's sick." You eyed him quizzically.

"Siblings?" Madara looked at you before he sweat dropped. "Of course he didn't mention them to you... he never really mentions his siblings to anyone until they visit his house. But I'm sure you're here for Rei, right? His room is on the second floor, first door on the left." Madara said. You smiled at him. "Thank you, Mikejima-san." You bowed as a sign of gratitude. "Ah, no worries! And you can just call me Mama!" You looked at him confused again. "Mama...?" He just smiled sweetly before once again ushering you, but upstairs this time.

Following Madara's instructions, you manage to find the door. Honestly, it wasn't so hard, as the door had a nameplate with the word 'Rei' on it and a couple of bat decorations. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. It took a while, but then you heard a raspy "Come in" from the other side of the door.

You slowly opened the door to reveal Rei laying in bed, a cloth on his forehead. Rei looked at you, and his eyes widened in surprise. "Y-Y/n...?" He tried to sit up, but you rushed towards him to lay him back down. Of course, you made sure to close the door first. "What are you doing here...?" He asked in disbelief. "I came here to check on you, dummy. When I heard you were sick I came rushing here." You explained, pouting a bit that he didn't tell you he was sick. Rei chuckled, and you pouted even more. "Hey! It's not funny, y'know! I came here worried sick for you!" You said angrily. Rei stopped laughing. "It's cute when you worry over me like that, you know?" You blushed because of his words. "S-shut up! It's normal for a girlfriend to worry about their boyfriend. And besides... who knows what you did the whole day. Maybe you ran away to cheat with some girl." You didn't really think that, of course. And Rei knew that. So he laughed even more. The mood then seemed lighter as the two of you laughed.

"So... about your siblings...." You start. Rei looked away guiltily. "I guess I should've told you this sooner. I have siblings I take care of myself. Mama sometimes come to help, but he also has two little sons of his own, so I don't usually bother him." You look at him solemnly. "What about... your parents...?" Rei sighed. "Both our parents got into an accident a year ago. I've been taking care of my siblings ever since." You both stayed silent for a while. That is until you hugged him tightly. "You don't have to hide that from me... do you feel ashamed for taking care of your siblings that you didn't want to tell anyone including me...?" Rei shook his head as he starts tearing up. "Somehow, the thought of you being disgusted by this repeatedly play in my head."

"For taking care of you siblings?! Of course not! You're just doing what you can! Trust me, ok? I'll help you this time. I'll help you take care of them. Whatever you need, ok? I have my own apartment here, you know. I don't really have plans. I only work on part-time jobs during sundays and mondays. So I'm free whenever. Just. Tell me when you need anything from now on, ok?" Rei nodded as he smiles. "Thankyou." You hugged him tightly once again then kissed him on the forehead. Then the two of you decided to cuddle up together.

A few hours had passed. It's now the afternoon, specifically dinner time. Someone stood in front of Rei's bedroom door, knocking on the hardwood. "Rei-nii? Wakey wakey~!" Another figure standing beside the first one nudged him. "Don't scream like that! We don't want to disturb Nii-san, ok?" He sighed. Then he opened the door slowly. The two peeked inside.

The two were quite shocked to see their oldest brother all snuggled up in bed with a woman they didn't know. Opening the door even further, the lught touches Rei's sensitive eyes. He slowly stirred before opening his eyes. The two figures stood there, frozen. Rei looked at the two figures and then sat up to see more clearly. Of course, I'm minding you so he won't accidently wake you up. "Shu? Kanata?" Rei asked once his eyes cleared up.

"Brother, Mama had told us to call you for dinner. Sorry to disturb your... ah... slumber..." The younger brother said. "Sorry Nii-san..." Rei shook his head. "No, it's fine. Every meal of the day is important, after all. You two go on head down, I'll catch up once I'm... sorry, i mean we are ready." The two looked at each other before nodding and slowly leaving the room, slowly closing the door too. Once the door clicked to a close, the two immediately ran down to the kitchen.

"Mama! You didn't tell us Nii-san has a girlfriend!" The eldest of the two shouted. "Be quiet...! We don't want for brother to hear...!" The younger scolded. "Ah, right. I forgot to tell you both. Your brother's girlfriend came over because she's worried about your sick brother! Isn't that sweet~?" Madara gushed. "Couldn't you tell us that before? We wouldn't have dared to even disturb if we knew." The younger grumbles. Honestly, the reason was because he cringes at the sight of lovey dovey things. Meanwhile, the older one started to gush at it with Madara.

Back to our two protags, they both had gotten themselves ready and were about to head down stairs. Though, to be honest, you were really nervous. I mean, who wouldn't? Meeting your partner's family is no measly thing. It's basically you convincing them that you can be a great partner to your significant other. Also, to get you aquainted before marriage.

Rei noticed this nervousness and grabbed your hand gently. "Nervous?" You nodded slowly. "Don't be. Everything is going to be alright." He gently pat your head with his free hand. You blushed under his touch. "But... first impressions are everything, isn't it? I don't look... presentable like this... just look at me. My hair is an absolute mess, I'm practically still in my uniform... even if I am wearing your shirt... and... what if I messed up? And... so they won't like me...?" You rambled. Rei heard every word. He grabbed your chin and closed you both in for a kiss. This relaxed you a bit. Feeling the warmth of Rei is always the best.

"Don't worry. They may be... odd... at times...-"

"Just like you?" You cut him off. He chuckles. "Yes. Just like me. But they are not bad people. Some may need more convincing than others, but I'm sure you'll do great. Besides, you look perfect just the way you are." You smiled at him, feeling a bit more courage within you. "So... You're a bad person?" You tease. Rei realised what he said. "Of course not. I may be a vampire, but I'm a nice vampire." You laugh at his comeback. Honestly, it's always funny to you how he thinks that he's a very old emo vampire when he's really not. He just has a condition that makes him not stand the sun that well, happen to have black hair, red eyes, and has pale skin. Just because of that doesn't make him a vampire, right? But nonetheless, it's one of his charms, so you're not complaining.

Upon reaching the dinner table, you were met with people who you hadn't met yet and the few people you met at the door just a few hours ago. Assuming they are all Rei's siblings, they were a lot. "Ah~! Y/n! Thanks for joining us tonight. I made Rei's favorite today, so please enjoy~." 'Mama' said to you. "No, no! I should be thanking you all for inviting me." You said nervously as you bowed your head. Rei then lead you to your seat, which was beside Rei.

Oh, boy. Cold stares hit you from left to right as you uncomfortably sat in your seat. Rei, knowing you very well, tried to give you a reasuring smile as he gently grasp your hand in his for comfort. Though you knew this will be a very long night.

What happened next? That's for me to know, and for you to find out~

word count: 2270

Well, that's it folks. How was that for a come back? Was it bad? If it is, please forgive me. This is me finishing it before finals. But eh, I tried my absolute best. And yes, this is part one. Part 2 may come soon. Don't know when. I might postpone it to work on my Eccentric Family series to mix it up a bit. who knows? Just know part 2 is definitely comin! Well, goodbye for now!

Valora out~!

[everestica]

hey!! so i saw your song event thing (i have no idea what to call it lmao) and decided to req!!

the songs called "paper crown" by alec benjamin and the lyrics are

"when all she is, when all she wants, when all she finds

when all she is and ever was is comprimised

cause theres no one to love her when you build your walls too high"

so i was thinking that this would go with either malleus or riddle (twst) but you dont have to!!

take your time!! thank you

'*•.¸♡ Riddle and Malleus x Reader: 200 Follower Event!♡¸.•*'

➳ Reader is Described as being in the same situation as Yuu, but not is not described as yuu. Reader is a first year in both the stories!<3

➳ Warnings: Angst <3

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

It was your first time visiting your best friend, Caters, dorm. You had heard some safe to say less than ideal things about the Housewarden of Heartslabyul, but at this point you were hoping that he wasn’t as bad as people made him seem. You stood next to the entrance into the Dorm standing behind Cater as this was technically his “terf” and you were nothing but an outsider to this. He chuckled a little bit before leading you into the dorm and around to the outside where you could see a bunch of people standing along a really long table, you question Cater about this but he just left you with that fact that it was an “Unbirthday Party” which left you more confused then when you walked into this area. He waved to the others around the table while still dragging you behind him to said others. That’s when he pulled you out from behind you to introduce you to the others, you learned that the two first years were Ace and Deuce, and two second years where Cater(which you already knew) and Trey, and then the only third year, also known as the Housewarden, Riddle. Not even gonna lie you were a little nervous at first as he was so prim and proper sitting at the table unlike the rest of them who weren't allowed to sit down yet, suddenly when you turned to look for Cater, or your comfort in this situation, he was nowhere to be found, so now you were all alone. It was kinda your fault for getting to know the only guy that would leave a socially anxious person for a good selfie. While you were trying to figure out what to do without the selfie taking master, Riddle walked over to your worried figure, you weren’t facing towards where he was sitting when he had come up. Suddenly from behind you you heard somebody clear their throat, you turned around and were faced with the Housewarden. To say you were scared was an understatement, you immediately apologized for not noticing him sooner, which he was a little surprised about as normally he had a hard time even getting his first years to do anything let alone apologize for something that really didn’t need to be apologized for. He laughed a little bit before saying that it was okay, and that you had no reason to apologize as he had just walked up anyway. The two of you talked for a little before he looked up at the sun before saying he must excuse himself to start the Unbirthday party and that you were welcome to join in the celebration, and only because you started to get closer to him did you say yes, it was normally very rare for you to be seen outside your dorm besides in class, or maybe in the library looking for a way home.

“When all she is, when all she wants, when all she finds, when all she is and ever was is compromised.”

That’s when Cater and Trey came out of the rose garden and came to sit down, just then there was a cry and the two first years came out of the Rose Maze with there looks all messed up before Cater got up and asked them what happened and that’s when they had explained that they were going to go take care of the flamingos like Riddle had asked but they didn’t wear pink when they were doing it and the flamingos were less than pleased about this, and so was Riddle. He looked like he was about to explode with how red his face was, and that’s when everything that you had just worked on with Riddle went to ashes. He started screaming at the boys about how they had already talked about this before and that they should know better before collaring them, once you saw this whole time go down, you were terrified and you now knew why you didn’t ever leave your dorm, people were horrible. Before Riddle could say anything you rushed out of the dorm with tears in your eyes. That’s when both Cater and Riddle looked at your running and crying figure, Riddle wanted to go after you but something stopped him as soon as he got up. So he let the second year chase after you instead. Cater returned a little later saying that you just needed time, he had a smile on his face but on the inside he just didn’t want Riddle to know that after all of that you were scared of him. Through the next couple days in school Riddle tried to talk to you on multiple occasions but alas, had no luck. He knew this was because he yelled at the two first years, even though it was normal to everybody in Heartslabyul, he should have remembered that you weren’t in Heartslabyul and that you didn’t have all these rules, and the yelling. He was really upset knowing this but decided that it was better if he had just slept on it instead and come up with another way tomorrow to say he was sorry, too bad he couldn’t sleep and didn’t see for a long time after that. The only time he ever saw you was around Cater and he only wished that was him you were with instead.. The walls that you had formed around you and Cater had closed again..

“Cause There’s No One to Love Her When You Build Your Walls Too High.”

You had heard the name Malleus ever since you had started to come to Night Raven, normally things about how powerful he was, his title, and his retainers that he had. Even though you had heard all these things about this man, its very unlikely that anybody has actually seen him, only spreading around things that others have heard or said, so you decided to think nothing of it. People were gonna talk no matter what dimension you were in, you learned that pretty fast. It was the end of the day and instead of heading back to your dorm like most students you went to the library in search of something that might give a clue on how to get you home. When you entered there weren't too many people but still you weren’t gonna take the chance and be around them so you started to search in the section that might have had a clue that was also the farthest away from the couple people. Soon after looking on every shelf and reading every book title you found one that looked promising so you found a table closest to where you were searching and sat down, opening the book and starting to read it. Normally most people wouldn't come to the back as there was nothing really back there that a student would need to read, so when you heard footsteps heading to where you were sitting it was a little confusing, that’s when you looked up from you book and saw the exact description of what the people who were talking about the Diasomnia Housewarden would look like. You made a quick squeak as you were being noticed by Malleus and tried to hide in your book, which unfortunately, didn’t work. You could tell because he let out a little chuckle before coming up to your table and taking the seat across from you, you slowly peaked out from behind the book where the 3rd year that you had just was now sitting right in front of you. Before you could hide back down in your book, he had asked you if you had seen a boy with silver hair, most likely asleep somewhere. You were a little confused but answered by shaking your head. The smile he just had dropped into a frown now, while he looked around the library and then getting up, he apologized for disturbing you and was about to leave before you got up and asked in a shy tone if maybe you could help him look. He looked a little shocked because normally people were scared of him, not wanting to look for the sleeping second year with him. He smiled back at you and briefly agreed and walked out of the library with you on his tail. You eventually caught up and questioned why he was looking for somebody that was sleeping and that’s when he explained about Silver, and how he had a sleeping curse. You “mhm” a couple times at what he was saying as a way for him to know that you were listening even if you weren’t the most talkative person.

“When all she is, when all she wants, when all she finds, when all she is and ever was is compromised.”

Eventually the two of you saw somebody laying next to a tree with his head resting on the tree roots and another group of around 3 boys standing next to the one resting. You looked up at Malleus and he looked a little confused at first before continuing to walk over to the group. From a little bit away you could hear them making fun of who you assumed was Silver, because most normal people couldn’t just fall asleep on a tree like that. You looked back at The 3rd year and now after hearing all those things the other boys said about Silver he was pissed. So he marched his way up to the group of boys and he started threatening them in one of the scariest tones you had ever heard, at this point Silver had woken up and immediately went to stop Malleus. A prince can’t threaten people! So while Silver went to stop Malleus, you with tears and being scared ran all the way back to your dorm. Through the next couple days the 4 main members of Diasomnia kept coming over to your dorm asking you to either hear Malleus out, or if it was Malleus then for him to apologize, but after a couple days of failures, they realized how scared you actually were of him. You weren't really sure why but for weeks and weeks after that it did nothing but rain and thunder..

“Cause There’s No One to Love Her When You Build Your Walls Too High.”

[cameronbishcp]

starter for: @halimeyazici location: paradise point beach during the elves vs reindeer football match

To say Cameron had been distracted during the Elves vs. Reindeer football match would be the biggest understatement. He simply couldn't keep his eyes off the brunette playing for the 'Elves' team. He was still trying to come to terms that his ex... everything because girlfriend was just far too small a word to describe the role Halime had played in his life, was here, in Briar Ridge. After he had chased her down and she had flat out told him to leave her alone all those years ago, Cameron had had to work hard to force himself to move on. He'd never be able to forget the woman, not after ten years of living life together, but he had done a pretty good job of moving past the feelings of devastation that had so totally consumed him right after wards.

Or so he had thought.

It truly felt like every single one of his feelings over their entire time together was being dragged to the surface now that he knew she was here and Cameron didn't know what to do with it. It didn't help that, as he watched, Halime and Isabela were currently going toe to toe, literally, over the football. Yet, another complicated element to the whole thing. He had been beginning to wonder if there weren't actual feelings starting to develop for Isabela lately. And now? Now everything was a mess.

As the referee blew the whistle, indicating the end of the game, Cameron let out a deep breath. He didn't even know which team had won, really. He was too focused on watching Hali throughout. But once she had said goodbye to her teammates and was heading away from the 'pitch,' Cameron, who had kept his gaze on her the entire time, pushed himself off the bench he had been sitting on and jogged to catch up with her. "Look at you, only been here a month or two and already joining in the town festivities." he teased.

[j-ofspades]

♠️ Written for the Drug Cartel AU that @cheshire-shuntaro created. In which, Vessel is a contract killer working for The Ritual, like @jofdiamonds ♠️

The unnamed assassin. No, that wasn’t quite right. He had a name: Vessel. The faceless killer. That was more like it. 

Vessel scrolled mindlessly through the latest article about his most recent job. Crudely written, describing the murder in detail and yet… failing to capture the essence of it. Just as well. Vessel finished reading the article and tossed the stolen phone in a trash bin. 

He wasn’t in the habit of stealing phones to read about himself, but he’d caught a whisper in the evening news–an old radio droning on at the diner he happened to be in–that the police were maybe linking this latest murder to one that had happened a couple of years ago and Vessel couldn’t resist the curiosity to know how close they truly were. He’d taken the phone and slipped out of the diner unnoticed.

The police were wide off the mark, as usual. Good. The Ritual had nothing to worry about.

Vessel lowered his hood and resumed his way home. Home. This place was not it, but the way things were, it looked like he would have to make himself comfortable for at least a while.

He ran his fingers through his hair, messing up his curls rather than making them lie flat. He missed his mask. But the point of it was precisely to wear it only while he was working. He would never understand how some of his colleagues, for lack of a better word, refused to wear one.

The sun was setting in Mar del Plata but it was still light enough that the streetlamps hadn’t come on. Vessel walked unhurriedly to the tiny room he was renting downtown. Right above a bar. If he had known that little detail he wouldn’t have taken it. But as it was, the music didn’t really bother him anymore. He didn’t want to get too comfortable, no. He wanted to leave as soon as he could. So whenever the whims of his capricious client let him.

Why had Vessel agreed to come? Not loyalty. Since he’d started killing people (removing obstacles) for money, that was the only allegiance he knew. He’d started young, too. Not because he’d had limited options growing up but simply because he’d fallen in with the wrong crowd and then he’d realized he didn’t really mind doing the dirty work for people who couldn’t. 

Those first days, those first murders. He’d been clumsy, of course. Making a mess, probably leaving traces behind, risking being recognized. But a dark deity protected him, and he’d never been arrested, he’d never even been put on a list of suspects. Nothing. So he’d continued perfecting his craft, honing his skills. And those skills were for sale to the highest bidder. The only line Vessel drew was not killing children, anything else was fair game.

The business itself was exceedingly simple, too. The Ritual would get in contact with Vessel and inform him of his next target. After the job was completed per the requirements of the contract, Vessel received his payment. Simple. Or it would have been if his client could make up his mind. 

Vessel didn’t usually meet with his clients. The transaction didn’t require any face-to-face meetings. He got a name, a location and a method and that was it. But this particular client had insisted so much–and paid so much, probably–that finally The Ritual had agreed to send Vessel to him. El Sombrerero.

To say that the man was unhinged would be an understatement. Vessel would never speak ill of a potential client but Hatter was so extravagant, so outlandish, so out of touch with reality that Vessel couldn’t decide if the man was actually mad or perfectly sane and just pretending to be out of his mind. If it was the latter, then he was doing a fantastic job of it.

El Sombrerero wanted to hire Vessel to become something like his personal bodyguard, his cartel’s hitman. When Vessel refused, Hatter had contacted The Ritual. Whatever he told them must have been interesting enough for them to ask Vessel to stay a few days over there, “in case his services were needed.”

And so, here he was. Sitting on the tiny bed in his tiny room, the dim yellowish light from a single lightbulb on the ceiling flickering, threatening to go out, the piece of glass that hung on the wall–a sad excuse for a mirror–vibrating in time with the music drifting from the bar downstairs. Vessel closed his eyes and prayed for Sleep to come and claim him.

[kkkkkafka]

ONCE

Pairing: Michael Afton/Charlie Emily

Tags: Smut | Alternate Universe (College AU) | Vaginal Sex | Vaginal Fingering | Creampie | Menstrual Sex | Blood

Summary: Dealing with period was never pleasant for Charlie Emily, both as a teenager and an adult alike. But at least as an adult, she got a boyfriend who was always beside her at her service

Notes: This is a reposting of my old work. Minor editings have been added in this version

AO3

To say Charlie hates being on period was an understatement. No word can describe how much she was irritated, angry, and annoyed at this certain time of the month.

The back pain that came from nowhere? Horrible. She felt as if someone had been banging her spine with a gigantic hammer for hours. If the back pain went away, then the stomach cramps would be there as a replacement. Sometimes it even went so awful to the point she could not even go out of her house.

Or the anxious feeling came from the fear of staining her stuff with leaking blood. Charlie didn't really mind the sight of it cause she had been seeing worse things in her life in 1983, but she hated cleaning up the stains, which were very time consuming if it was smeared on things like bedsheets.

And to top it off, the emotional train. Usually, she was not that type of sensitive person who cried at the drop of a hat, she was really calm (maybe too calm, even, according to Michael). Yet as strong as she was, when on period, she was a mess, literally. The lights were blinding her eyes, the sounds of traffic passing through the road was too loud, not to mention, the cramps torturing her and she just wanted to scream out for them all to stop. Everything could make her go into a fit of anger, or hours of crying under a blanket because she accidentally stumbled on her feet and bruised her knees.

That was what Charlie had to deal with as a teenager. Now even when she was an adult, not much difference happened.

Except that her and Michael now were sharing an apartment flat together.

Back then, when she was a teenager, she would try to deal with her "monthly problem" alone. She only asked her dad or her brother to do stuff for her iff the cramps got worse, because she knew they would not mind her business much since they were family and they loved each other. The only time she asked for help from someone else was when she was home alone and ran out of pads. Charlie remembered she broke down sobbing on the phone, asking Michael if he could run to the store to fetch her some pads. At the age of ten, Michael was too naive to understand what his best friend was going through, but judging by the crying he heard through the phone, he thought it was something very awful and rushed to buy Charlie's requests as fast as possible. But, he didn't know what kind of pads she would use so he got every brand a package. Well, perk of being the kid of a pizzeria owner, he supposed. And the moment Michael brought the huge bag over for Charlie, she couldn't help but feel kinda guilty cause it was her making the boy go out to buy this much. She insisted that she should pay him back with the amount of spending on those pads, but Michael kept resisting the offer, saying that he would not take it cause it was normal for him to take care of his loved ones.

Since that moment, Michael had been a volunteer trying to help Charlie out whenever she was on period. Because they were living in separate houses in the past, he could only do things like keeping the spare pads inside his backpack, or bringing some snacks and a heater pack over.

And when they decided to move in together three years ago, he could be at his girlfriend's service as much as he wanted. 

Just a while ago, Michael came back home to a broken dish beside their kitchen counter. And standing next to the scene was Charlie, her face stained with tears and her hands clutching tightly the bottom of her large shirt (which was the original property of Michael).

"Oh my god, Charlie! What happened? Are you okay?" His eyes widened in panic, and he quickly went to check on the crying girl and gave her a hug to comfort her. There was nothing but only the sounds of Charlie's sobbing muffled by his shirt, and the hushed words of comfort that were coming from Michael.

They stayed like that for a while, Michael gently rubbing the girl’s back up and down, until Charlie had calmed down and reached a hand up her face to wipe her tears off. 

“Mind telling me what happened previously?” Michael softly asked as he pulled away from the hug, his hands now were on Charlie’s waist. 

“W-Well, I was hungry, so I tried to make a sandwich for myself. But as you just saw, I dropped the plate on the floor… And I don’t know what overcame me, I just feel like I was a dumb fuck who can’t do shit right without anyone, so… Uh…” Charlie trailed off, her cheeks now were in deep shades of rouge, due to the previous crying and embarrassment. 

She was so used to taking care of herself and others as a child, as her dad said, “lifting others up into her arms” and growing up, that made her feel bad whenever she asked for help, even if it was the smallest one. With Michael here, he helped her realize that it would be fine to ask for favor, and she was really grateful for his existence. Yet, at that time of the month, the hormones broke her down in an emotional mess and she could not help but feel guilty about it as she thought Michael would think of her as a burden to him.

But Michael had proved her wrong, he was always there if she needed, he tended to her wants without asking anything returned. He did it, regardless of whether Charlie asked him or not. He was always there, at her beck and call.

And just the thought of it made Charlie teared up again.

“- I think we should get some fried chicken for dinner, so we won’t have to clean up much, there is a new place down there- Whoa, wait! Are you okay?” Noticing the water running down Charlie’s face, Michael jolted up and scrambled to wipe away the tears, but Charlie stopped him.

“It’s okay, Mike, nothing big. Sometimes even happiness can be overwhelming like now, y’know?” She smiled, and reached up to pat Michael on the head and he leaned into the touch just like a huge puppy, eyes closed in bliss and that put a wider smile on Charlie.

She let Michael pick her up and carried her in bridal style to the couch, where she already made up with a huge pile of blankets and pillows. Charlie wrapped herself in the blankets and giggled to herself as she watched Michael hurried to make her warm tea in a thermo and went to their rooms to give her some plushies and finally went out to buy the dinner he talked about previously. But before that, he did not forget to give her a peck on the lips and a gentle pat on her cheeks.

“I will be gone for a bit, try not to break anything, okay?” Michael lightly joked, as Charlie playfully slapped his arm.

“Yeah, you dork. Now go get me dinner!” 

As she relaxed back on the couch, wrapping in a cocoon of blankets, Charlie felt very warm, and happy for having peaceful moments like this as she snuggled deeper under many layers of them. A boyfriend who was always available there for her, her favorite movie was on the TV, surrounded by soft plushies and comforters, she could not really ask for more.

However, the blissful moment was short-lived, as the stomach cramp crept up on her again. As she curled up into a ball because of the pain, Charlie could feel the certain gross feeling smearing through her clothes.

Fuck.

She rushed to the bathroom as fast as she could, despite the burning pain inside her stomach. As she sat down on the toilet and took off her sweatpants, Charlie silently cursed to her own ears, there went another pair of panties and pants, ruined by the blood. She quickly ripped the blood stained pad away and threw it into a bin nearby while her panties and sweatpants now were the laundry basket.

Charlie wanted to get up and change because she could go back to the comfortable couch so badly, but there was something inside that held her back, gluing her to the toilet seat. As the stress from the pain and the hormones crawled on her shoulders and consumed her, Charlie found herself crying again with her knees up to her chest. Loudly.

She was so immersed in her own world filled with sobs and salty tears, that she didn’t notice the bathroom door creaking open and a very worried Michael stepped in.

It was lucky for Michael that he did not have to be in the long line to get those delicious meals that he had promised, as he was skipping happily on the way back to the flat. But when he opened the door, he was greeted with an empty couch and the TV still turned on. He almost got into another wave of anxiety because he thought that Charlie had disappeared somewhere, then he heard the sounds of wailing coming from the bathroom. 

Michael found Charlie sitting on the toilet, he did not say anything, but sat down on the bathtub’s edge and waited for her to calm down this time. He knew that whenever Charlie curled up like this, she did not want anyone to touch her or talk to her, so he would be there, patiently letting Charlie pour all of her emotions out in order to feel better.

When Charlie finally looked up from her knees, the first sight she was greeted with was Michael sitting beside her, and in his hands was a box of tissues. He wordlessly passed one to her, and Charlie took it quietly to wipe up her face.

"Thanks, Mike. I really appreciate it." She said gently, her eyes were still red and puffy from the previous moment while forcing a pained smile on her face. Although the cramps had not gone away yet, it did lessen a bit. But it was still enough for Charlie to groan out.

"Do you want me to fetch you some painkillers?" Asked Michael, now moved into a kneeling position in front of Charlie, his eyes softened. She did not say anything and just shook her head in silence, whining pitfully.

"No? Is there any other thing I can do for you?"

Still nothing coming out of her, and Michael noticed Charlie reaching out to him to pull him in a hug. He complied eagerly, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back up and down in order to soothe her. 

"You said you want to do things for me right?" Charlie's voice interrupted, making Michael pull away to look down at her.

He nodded, feeling confused by her question. 

"Well, there is something I always want to try out… But I don't know if you will be grossed out by this…" She continued, her green eyes darting away.

"IwantyoutofuckmewhileIamonperiod!" 

Charlie, just realizing what she had blurted out and seeing the dumbfounded expression on Michael's face, groaned out loud and buried her face on her palms. That's it, as expected, he was not ready for this. She should have told him to wait for her to clean up and they would eat dinner together. Charlie felt like she had fucked up very terribly this time. She tried to gather up her mind to tell Michael that he should ignore it and it was not her intention, but he cut her off.

"Okay."

What? 

Most of the time, Michael was quite slow on catching what others were telling him and he always had to ask them to repeat again. But on some rare occasions, like this moment, he fully heard what was being told to him, even if it was faster than usual. He knew what Charlie was trying to say and he would listen to her desire as she wished.

"Y-You don't find it disgusting?" She hesitantly spoke up, her hands clutching into Michael's arms, as he shook his head. 

"I was kinda weird out at first, yeah. But gross? Never. It was just a natural process of the human body!" He chirped, smiling up at Charlie to reassure her. 

"Also, I have read somewhere that it can help to ease the cramps too. Maybe we should test that theory out?" Michael continued, as his face wore a mischievous expression now. 

This time it was Charlie who stared at him with an astonished look, then it was quickly replaced with embarrassment as reaction to the playful tone of Michael. How the hell he could go from a cute and adorable boyfriend to a tease, she would never know. 

"Well thanks, your honor. But let me clean up the dirty toilet seat first, and get that dinner, then we can do whatever we were up to." Charlie responded, turning around and trying to hide the fact that her cheeks were hurting so much from a grin plastered on her face.

After Charlie had done cleaning inside the bathroom, she rummaged through the underwear drawer and put a new pair on with a clean pad. She did think that maybe she should put on sweatpants, but abandoned the idea since she was not really in the mood. And her stomach felt as if a mini earthquake was inside now.

When Charlie stepped back outside, she found Michael sitting back on the couch, trying to hold back their cats from having a bite from their dinner. 

"Nooo! Basil! You can't have that! I already gave you a chicken nugget!" He whined, one hand holding Basil the black kitty back from crawling on the table, and another cat, Pepperoni, was held in one of his arms.

The sight was really amusing to her, as four little cats teamed up against her huge boyfriend and he was helplessly defending the food from them.

Charlie observed them silently for a while with a huge grin, until one of their cats, Pepperoni, perked up from his place on the young man’s shoulder and noticed her presence. As if they were sharing the same brain, when the orange feline began to walk up to her, Michael also turned back and waved for her to sit down.

"Hi! I already unpacked all of them, you just need to eat only! Here, let me grab you some of it." He beamed, giving her a piece of chicken. It had cooled down for a bit, but it was still warm enough to enjoy. Plus Charlie did not enjoy the thought of her burning her own tongue.

They ate in silence, whilst Michael tried to sneak a glance at Charlie to check if she was fine. There was a small smile on his face as he did so.

"What are you staring at? Is there something on my face?" Charlie asked him, her eyes wide with curiosity. 

"Nothing! It's just you look really cute while wearing my shirt!" Michael exclaimed, now glancing at her with that lovesick stare in those ocean eyes of his. Charlie could feel heat begin to rise up her cheeks under it. But he did have a point, since Charlie was really petite compared to him, her body was literally drowned in his button-up shirt, which made the long sleeves look like paws on her if she did not pull them up. 

She did not reply anything, but instead turned back to her food in order to relieve the awkward feeling inside herself. 

They sat in peace like that, with Michael looking at his girlfriend with fondness and adoration in his eyes while Charlie munching on her meal silently. When she finally finished and wiped away the grease from her mouth, Michael offered to clean up the table so Charlie could have a small rest before the main event. He stood up to gather all the trash in a bag, and then placed it inside the bin. He returned to Charlie still sitting on the couch, with her face propped up on her arms and her look bored into the TV, her hair slightly messed up from what happened previously and her legs swinging back and forth. 

Again, Michael thought that she was the most endearing girl in the world and how lucky he was to have her.

He flopped down on the seat next to her, and chimed up, "So, do you want to get to work now?" 

"Well, I do. But can we move it into the bathroom? I don't want blood stains anywhere…" Charlie trailed off, now looking up to the man next to her and shivered lightly at the thought of cleaning up. 

As soon as Charlie finished her words, Michael picked her up, his arms wrapped around her body as he took long strides to the bathroom, flipped the light switch on and gently set her down to the large bathtub while also getting in there himself.

His lips closed upon hers, with Michael's hands on the side of her face and Charlie's arms wrapped on his shoulders. It was just some pecks then and there at first, exchanging between soft laughs and giggles. But Charlie got impatient, as she got bored of the slow moments, she decided to bite on Michael's lower lips when he tried to pull away. Michael eventually caught up with her intentions, as he began to swipe the tip of his tongue gently on his girlfriend's lips. 

Charlie took on the cue, and slightly opened her mouth so Michael could slide his own tongue inside. When he did that, she whimpered and a blooming heat spread between her legs, her hands gripping the fabric underneath harder. They pulled away for a short moment for air, then immediately went back in, engulfed themselves in the heated and carnal desire. It was so deep and wet to the point when Michael parted from her lips, Charlie felt almost lightheaded. Her eyes were clouded with hunger, her lips were cherry red and puffy.

“Is this okay?” Asked Michael, his breathing hitched for a little bit as he cradled her cheek in one hand, the other started caressing her back soothingly. Only when Charlie closed her eyes in bliss and muttered out a small “It’s okay”, did Michael began to unbutton her shirt. He pulled the large shirt over her shoulder, tossed them to the side as he took in the sight of her chest.

Normally, his girl had a smaller chest, yet inciting to him very much, and fit perfectly inside of his palms. But now, they were so full, swelling and aching more than usual.

Michael hesistantly reached up a hand to palm the bare skin before him, his eyes seeking for a sign of approval. When Charlie nodded her head, he took it to go further. Both of his palms now made tender, deep movements against sore breasts. The sensation of her boyfriend’s rough and calloused hands against her softest parts making Charlie airly moaned out, her core ached for more.

In a swift move, Michael leaned down and enveloped one of the pink buds inside of his mouth, his tongue rubbing and sucking in a soothing motion to ease the aching sensation. Charlie ran a hand through his soft brown locks now, sighing in pleasure as Michael did so. Her other hand, now placed on her boyfriend’s hand on her chest, encouraged him to massage the swollen flesh more. As Michael pulled his mouth away, he could see a string of saliva clinging to the nipple and the tip of his tongue.

He leaned back, and hastily claimed Charlie back in another kiss.

Charlie could feel Michael grinning against her lips, and her heart did a small flip due to the happiness growing inside her chest. Maybe also because of his palms kneading her breasts too. Whatever the reason was, she just felt very content, and delighted around Michael, especially at this time.

Michael pulled his mouth away from Charlie, he gave her a quick peck on her forehead, then proceeded to take off her panties. The sight of the bloodied pad had taken Charlie back for a bit, yet she silently observed Michael ripping the pad off her underwear and throwing it into the trashcan next to the sink while her discarded panties lay on the bathroom floor. 

Michael was going to move inside the bathtub to touch Charlie again, but was abruptly stopped by her pout and a hand on his chest.

“At least take off your clothes first. I don’t want to make your clothes dirty.”

Right, how can he be that forgetful?

As Michael was undressing himself, Charlie took it as a chance to be awe at the sight of his naked body. Sure, they had seen each others’ bodies many times before, but Charlie could not help but flushed at the sight of it. She felt as if she was an ordinary school girl giggling and kicking her feet in embarrassment.

Michael caught her stare and just rolled his eyes in amusement. No matter how hard she tried, Charlie would always be obvious to him whenever she indulged in her own fantasies of his body. Not that he complained though.

After he finally stripped down to nothing and completely bare, Michael stepped inside the shared tub, effortlessly dragging Charlie into his lap too. 

"Hey." Michael beamed, the tip of his nose touching the girl's.

"Hi." Charlie greeted back, her cheeks painted pink, yet there was a smirk adorned her face. 

"How are you feeling?" Michael asked, as he bent over to nuzzle his head on Charlie's chest, inhaling the mild scent of her body.

"A bit in pain, but generally speaking, I'm good. Thanks to you." Was her reply, following with a light playful huff as she moved her hand down Michael's torso to take a hold of him, which made him hissed out in pleasure.

No words were exchanged between them. While Charlie worked at her boyfriend's length with languid strokes, Michael also did not waste any time, he started to leave bite marks on Charlie, on her cute little neck, on her pale chest, and on her collarbone too. His mouth was so hot against her skin, letting out breathy moans and making her inside clenched at the feelings.

When Charlie released the length from her hand, there was white sticky liquid running down on it. An idea popped inside of her head as looking at Michael panting in exhaustion of the post-orgasmic feeling.

"Hey... Would you look at this Mike?"

At the sound of her voice, Michael peeked up from his place.

He was greeted with such a blessed sight for his own eyes.

His girlfriend sitting on his lap, her body bare for him was enough. But now, it was improvised by her own hand, smeared by his release, and was now running across her chest and glowing softly under the lights. And it did not help that her eyes were half-lidded, with a small smirk on her lips.

Oh, if she wanted to play with him that bad, then he also had a few tricks up his sleeves too.

Michael leaned over Charlie, capturing her lips in a kiss. As she was taken back by surprise, he held her hip firmly in one hand, and the other started to wander down her body, lightly pinched on a slick nipple, and finally stopping at her cunt. His fingers brushed against her clit, tapping at it lightly.

Michael continued to move his fingers against Charlie, drawing out moans and whimpers from her. He moved them up and down in a slow motion, only flicked at her clit, teasing around her entrance and refused to put them inside. His fingers were drenched in blood and fluid, and it made his movements more sloppy than usual.

Charlie felt like she was on the verge of crying. Waves of pleasure crashed down on her body, it was too much, she wanted to cum so bad, yet Michael kept denying her from that sweet release. Her body was throbbing, her pussy soaked with want. 

"Aw, what's the matter? You want to cum?" There was it, that fucking wicked smirk. Charlie wanted to slap that smile off his face so badly, but she knew damn well that in her position, she was almost powerless under his hands. 

So Charlie did not say anything, but nodded.

"Nuh uh, words! Or you will get off on your own. Do you want that?"

Charlie hated this, but as her release was slowly creeping on her, she gave in.

"Please, Mike? Please let me cum? I promised I would be good?" She pleaded, and even batted her lashes at him while tilting her head to the side. 

"Well, since you have asked so nicely—"

The next second was a blur. Michael's mouth found her chest again, now biting harder on it making Charlie let out a pleased scream. His fingers rapidly went in and out, his thumb worked deftly on her clit, her soaked cunt was practically begging for him. Her body jolted up and twitched in desire, her face was twisted into the look of raw lust, her hips tried to rock up and down to meet his pace.

And finally when Michael pressed on that one soft spot, it was like a switch flipped inside her stomach. Charlie was shaking in satisfaction, her legs trembling and her eyes shut tight but could not stop the tears flowing down her cheeks. 

Michael did not stop there, his fingers still kept going whilst pressing soft kisses on those tear stained cheeks, until Charlie was overwhelmed by the pleasure and pushed him away from her. 

"Are you okay?" He asked, as he was rubbing the girl's arm up and down to soothe her. She just nodded, the teasing coming with the orgasm had worn her out a bit. 

Michael gave Charlie a reassuring smile, then pulled her over his lap. She noticed that his cock had hardened again, the tip was slick with precum. Just the thought of it going inside her made her all hot and bothered. 

Michael placed small kisses on Charlie's throat as his cock sliding between the puffy lips of her cunt, blood and slick down there coated it in a thin layer. 

A groan rumbling out of his throat, "... Can't take it anymore. I need to be inside you now… "

"Please, Michael," Charlie whimpered, "Do it already… Don't make me wait, please— Ah!!"

Michael did not even wait for her to finish the sentence and started to thrust inside. Sex was a normal occurance for them, but Charlie could not stop herself from groaning out at the feeling of being stretched. Plus, she was more sensitive than other days too, which resulted in the feeling of both being sore and soothing. 

Yet, Charlie found herself craving more of it.

"Michael," she whimpered softly, "Oh god, please, more… "

"Shhh, it's fine, I got you, okay?" Michael replied, letting a deep groan follow suit along with the high pitched moans coming from his girl. He started to make deeper strokes, sliding in and out of her cunt. Despite being lubed up, Michael still found it quite hard to move, as Charlie was tighter than normal. So he tried out with shallow thrusts first in order to make Charlie relaxed more. 

After a while, Charlie had gotten used to the feeling, Michael began to pound inside her cunt with harder strokes, and her toes curled in euphoria. Her body trembled in delight, her nails dug deep on to the young man's back in crimson lines. 

"Oh, Michael," Charlie moaned, her voice broken, "Want more, more—" 

"Don't worry baby, I'm here… You can always have me, as much as you want…" Contrast to the rough thrusting down there, Michael leaned into the girl on his lap, showered her in wet kisses and tender bites on her neck. 

Charlie fluttered her eyes shut, basking in the moment. She tried to push her hips in tandem with Michael, making his length go further inside, and the act made Michael growl lowly. He pulled her face closer, and locked her in another searing kiss. Their tongues intertwined together sloppily, chest heaving and burning with passion. 

Feeling his release was approaching closer, Michael sped up his thrust, his hands now moved to grip on Charlie's thighs and spread them wider for more access. His hips now slamming harder into hers, plunging in a faster pace and it made Charlie parted away from his mouth, gasping for air because the erotic needs almost took away her breath.

With Michael's sped up pace, and the fact his cock kept grinding against the sweet spot deep in her cunt, Charlie could no longer hold back anymore.

A piercing scream came out of her throat, her tongue lolled out making her spit dribbling down her chin, creating such a lewd look. Her body trembled hard, legs closing around his waist as her head threw back. Her pussy clenched tightly and released her juice all over the cock was inside her. Her brain was fogged and blurry after reaching climax, there was nothing inside that head of hers beside the man above her.

Michael, only Michael. 

As Charlie finally reached her orgasm, Michael up there was not much far from it. When he felt the moist walls clamped down his cock, he knew it was the end. His head threw back and he let out a shrill groan. He gave Charlie the last thrust as fast as he could and immediately released inside her, pulling her into his chest and stroking her back gently. 

Michael did not stop there after the release as he still remained inside Charlie. His pace turned messy as trying to fuck his semen back in. He stayed like that for some time, then pulled out when his cock softened.

It was the first time both of them witnessed Michael's pearly white cum mixing with Charlie's blood. It was such a sinful and also a very erotic sight. 

Michael could not resist his urge, so his fingers scooped up some of the mixed liquid and rubbed it all over Charlie's mound and pushed some of it back inside her pussy too, and Charlie watched him with ragged breath and an unfocused look.

He gently brushed back her hair and gave Charlie a peck on the forehead, still wrapping his arms around her in a firm hug. She leaning into his chest with her legs around his waist, her voice small,

"Thank you." 

It took Michael a moment to realize what Charlie was saying. His chest bursted out with warm and fuzzy feelings at thoe words. But instead of replying back, he reached over to turn on the tap, and changed it into the shower head so he could wash away the remaining fluid on their bodies. 

Michael did not let Charlie lift a finger, as he took his time to wash her hair and massage any annoying knots on her body. The feeling of warm water running down her skin and her boyfriend's large palms running across her body was one of the best feelings in the world, according to Charlie.

After Michael was finished with washing her up, Charlie turned back and asked him if she could do the same to pay him back for the favor, he happily let her. Her small hands ran through his brown hair, kneading against his muscles and tried to do their best to make Michael more relaxed as he shut his eyes in happiness.

When they were both done, they got dressed (in which Michael only had a sweatpants on and Charlie was stealing one of his shirts to sleep as usual), dried their hair before settling down for bed. The warmth emitting from the blankets was very tempting, but somehow they still could not get sleepy.

"Charlie?"

"Mm yeah?"

"Was I going too rough back then?" Michael asked, his eyes now filled with worriness when he thought about what happened.

"Well, I can handle it, don't worry much. When you got a whole ass over six foot tall boyfriend, it's just a normal thing to take. In fact, I can handle even more" Charlie chirped from under the blankets, her back was in front of Michael. 

As hearing that, Michael quirked up, scooting closer to her

"You can handle more? Then let's do it again!!" 

"Wha— Hey! Not now!" Charlie frowned, turned back to flick Michael at his forehead. 

"Aw, too bad!" On hearing the response, Michael faked a sigh of pensiveness, pouting at Charlie. At the sight of his sad face, she was defeated.

"Well, I won't do it now cause I have enough sex for today, but does tomorrow morning sound good to you?" 

"Okay, then, morning is it? Now we should go to sleep, my eyes are protesting!" Michael grinned, now digging his nose into Charlie's head and took in the scent of her mint shampoo.

"Wow, so much for someone who wants to do it now." Coming from Charlie a sarcastic reply, with a light hit on his chest as a result.

"But you love me ~"