#the fact that no one came to check on him + he wasn't exactly upset about leaving anyone behind supports the isolation interpretation too

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Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

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night swims w conrad?

Pairing - Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader Summary - Conrad interrupts your night swim, leading to all the words you hadn't said spilling out. Warnings - Jealousy? Mentions of alcohol use Words - 1.3K 

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Night swims were always enjoyable. To dip your legs in first, for the bitter water to creep up your skin ever so slowly until you submerged your whole body. Goosebumps covered your skin, reminding you that you could feel something. Once your shoulders were in the water, it suddenly wasn't as cold. It was weightless. And it carried you as you floated on your back, staring up at the stars as if they were staring back at you.

Night swims were for the days that were too much. After going to a bonfire with all the boys (plus a surprise visit from Belly), tonight was one of those nights. Maybe it was just the people, or the amount of alcohol you consumed, or perhaps, as you deep down knew, it was about the fact you had to watch Conrad and Nicole the whole night. She was the newest hookup of Conrads. Not quite girlfriend, but she was certainly under the belief it would happen one day.

It was torture. She was nice and kind and she only wanted the best for Conrad exactly as you were. A part of you was seething with guilt in that you still hated her a little bit. She had stolen everything you wanted to be. But, by now, it had become a feeling you were all too familiar with. Every few months, a new girl. Before her, there was Arbury who was lucky to make it to girlfriend status - not many ever had done.

Wrapped up with these thoughts, you just wanted a moment away from the chaos. Like you could pretend that, for a second, it didn't bother you. That what Conrad did - who he did - didn't actually bother you. When your eyelids lifted, you almost thought you were hallucinating. The very person who had captured your thoughts was looking down at you.

At first, you didn't move. Because, at first, you weren't completely sure if he was real. Then you jumped back to reality and that pit in your stomach returned. You adjusted, going to stand rather than float. Still, you turned to find Conrad who had his legs dangled in the water, letting his gaze wander over you, every corner of your skin as if you didn't notice what he was doing.

"It's late." So you assumed anyway. You hadn't even checked the time when you came in, but the bonfire had dragged on for a while - or maybe it only felt that way because you were forced to watch Nicole flirt with Conrad the whole night. "What are you doing out?" You finally added.

Conrad answered by retrieving a cigarette from his jacket pocket; a new hobby he had taken up this Summer. "Been a long night." You were glad he felt the same.

"Susannah's already mad at you, you think that's gonna help?" You had one brow raised at him.

But it didn't seem to do anything, "I don't need a reminder." There was a snap in his tone that you had tried to ignore. "And anyway, she's fast asleep." His eyes dwindled at that, going to focus on the abyss in the distance.

You swam closer to him, forcing the boy to move his gaze back to yourself. "What's with the smoking anyway?" You'd noticed it since you first arrived. He would wander off and come back ten minutes later smelling of either smoke or some illegal substance. "Just last year, you hated it. I remember when you found Jere vaping and you gave him the silent treatment for almost two whole days."

He thought about that memory for a moment before he shrugged it off. "Things change." He excused.

Without being able to stop yourself, words started spilling out, "I thought you wouldn't." He was Conrad. He wasn't meant to change, especially not like this.

Your eyes lingered on his, watching as his pupils dilated and his expression moulded into one you couldn't read. "You're upset with me?" He finally asked as you took a few steps back.

"Like you said, things changed." You reiterated. "You changed. You're more distanced from everything, quiet. You don't have that playfulness you did last year-"

He cut in with a scoff, "Playfulness? Really?" You could feel your heart sinking. "You mean because I don't play your's and Jeremiah's and Belly's childish games?"

You knew there was no point in arguing with him. "It doesn't matter." You shook your head. And this time, you turned your back to him, swimming to the other end of the pool when you weren't forced to stare at Conrad Fisher.

Only a few minutes had passed when you heard the shuffling of movement. At first, you thought Conrad was getting up to leave, but the sounds continued until a soft splash came from the other side of the pool. That noise prompted you to turn. Conrad was already looking at you, shirtless and getting used to the temperature. Then, once he was close enough, he flicked his hand passed the water, letting it splash in your face.

"Conrad, what the hell!" You snapped, squirming at the feeling of bitter water hitting your skin.

"What?" He questioned as if he was innocent. "You told me to be more playful." 

He shrugged it off as if it were nothing, gaining closer and closer until you only had to whisper in reply. "I'm not in the mood." Your tone was flat.

But Conrad hadn't let that stop him. He splashed you once more. "Conrad!" You snapped again.

"Oh come on, you not gonna fight back?" Your head shook and he took another step towards you before there was barely any distance left between the two of you. Before you could stop him, his hands took a grip around your waist. Within a moment, you were swirling around at Conrad's will, and as much as you hated it, laughter was trickling from your lips. "That's not the Y/n I know!"

You started hitting his side, letting out a, "Conrad, put me down!" Only just heard through the giggles to two of you shared.

Soon enough, he slowed and your body entered the water again. But Conrad's touch didn't leave you. His hands lingered around your bare waist and you swore you could get drunk just off his touch. He was so close. Yet, there was a distance between the two of you still. There felt more distance now than before you had arrived at Cousins. You just sat wishing the boy would break that distance.

"I'm sorry I've not really been around as much as you had expected. Or that I haven't joined in on any of your games or even watched a movie with you." His eyes clung to your own. "But, trust me, I'm trying."

This time, your hand reached out, brushing his cheek as he fell into it. "That's all we need to know." You assured him. "I'm here for you Conrad, you know that?"

He nodded, "I know." And before you could reply, he closed that distance. His lips leaned into your own and you were caught in his trap.

It was sweet but short-lived as you pulled away, too shocked to deepen the kiss any further. Conrad's eyes were frightened and yours were curious. "Why did you do that?" You asked, without moving away from his touch.

He thought on it for a second before answering, "I think I've been meaning to for a few Summers now." Them words had only made you lean into another kiss. One of which you were sure now wouldn't be your last.

[chin-chilla-7]

I just got finished with a spy x family episode and this came up! What about DBH boys (Connor, Simon, Markus) With a female reader who is just like Yor Forger!

She’s very sweet looking, and nobody would suspect she packs quite a mean punch when protecting someone or herself, and unusually strong!

Hey anon! So sorry about the wait on this. I'll be honest part of it is due to me not knowing anything about spy x family, so I will just be going off the little description you've given in this ask! And it certainly won't stop me from trying.

Each Connor, Simon, and Markus would initially find the reader quite unassuming. To say they underestimate her is not exactly accurate, but they certainly don't expect the strength and punch she packs.

Connor witnessed it during a case. He's in the process of analyzing some evidence at a crime scene when he hears a disturbance. It was an argument, from what he could tell, between you and someone else trying to tamper with the crime scene or simply initiating some aggression because, like Connor, they misjudge exactly how strong you could be. At the sound of raised voices - yours being one of them - Connor is quick to make his way over to the disturbance, intending to intervene if necessary. Though, it quickly becomes apparent that it isn't necessary.

You've knocked the aggressor clean on their ass. One punch to the face was enough to send them falling backwards right on their ass. You probably even broke their nose. Connor, he's... well, to be honest, he's a little surprised. You aren't often in situations such as this one. And while you do work for the DPD, it's not often he sees you demonstrate exactly why you were hired in the first place.

Even though you punched someone to the point of a concussion, Connor can't help but still make sure you're okay. Physically, mentally, whatever, he wants to make sure the encounter didn't shake you up too bad. Even if you've assured you're fine and that he doesn't need to check you over, he's still doing a scan, just to be sure.

This is something he certainly does not forget about you. And while he still worries, given the fact that your appearance is deceiving compared to your actual ability, he's a little more at ease to know that you can hold your own when you need to. He's aware that people will go for those who seem weaker, and while he knows you aren't weak, at a glance, people are quick to think otherwise about you.

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Simon, while not a coward, does prefer to take the pacifist route at any given opportunity. You're someone who's the same, unless you have absolutely no choice. And that was the case here. You were with Simon, just the two of you. You had excused yourself to the bathroom, and on your way back, you see that someone had approached Simon, and you noticed that Simon was less than comfortable about the interaction. It wasn't until you were a few steps away that you could hear exactly what was going on.

It was some anti-android guy going off - he must have recognized Simon someone. Which, come on, he's not the only PL600 to exist. Whatever, it didn't matter. What mattered was this guy was going off on Simon, and while Simon was trying to defuse the situation, he wasn't getting anywhere successful. Simon was trying to talk the other down, but the guy seemed pissed, which started to piss you off. It didn't help that the guy suddenly grabbed Simon - that's when you knew you had to step in.

"Hey!" Was all you said, which seemed to startle the guy long enough for you to grab his shoulder, turning him so you could swiftly punch him in the gut. He quickly doubled over, falingl to the ground, and Simon stumbled back, staring at the scene in shock. His mouth was agape as he looked between you and the guy, now groaning on the ground. There was even a slight tint of blue on Simon's face at the sight, which you may have noticed if you weren't still upset with the interaction.

"Whoa... I didn't know you had that in you..." Simon said, nearly stepping towards the guy to help him. But he stopped himself, mainly because you held your hand out to stop him.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," you responded, looking over to him and managing a smile. Despite the circumstances, it was cute to see the way Simon reacted to this.

"What, so we just... leave him?"

"Well, he was a prick, soo..."

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Markus was often used to being the protector. And with you, it was a no brainer that you were someone he felt drawn to protect. And it was cute, and you never had a problem with it. But sometimes even the protector needs a little helping hand. Especially when you've got no problem fighting your own battles.

Being the leader of the android revolution meant that Markus got a lot of attention. And being a close friend of the leader of the android revolution meant you got a lot of attention as well. Both good and bad. This was an instance of the bad. Some name calling, some yelling, asking how you could ever support something like this when all the androids do is take and take and blah blah blah.

Really, you weren't listening. You had grown used to it at this point, it was something you could easily tune out.

Though, it was clear that the people nagging you were not a fan of being ignored. Markus was only a little ways ahead of you, but it was still enough of a distance that he couldn't stop the way they grabbed you to look at them. A small struggle ensued, which caught Markus' attention. He was quick to rush over to you, pulling off one of the two attacking you, but it seemed you had the rest of it under control.

A quick knee between the legs was enough to throw them off their balance, then an elbow to the chest knocked the wind out of them long enough for you to get away. As you escaped their grasp, you kept yourself ready, knees bent, arms up, ready for anything more they had to throw your way. Of course, the kerfuffle was enough to get the attention from onlookers, and the attackers found it best to avoid further humiliation.

With them submitting to defeat, Markus looked to you, first making sure you were okay. Once that was settled, he found himself looking at you with an impressed smile. "Maybe you should be the one protecting me," he joked.

"Maybe," You said, relaxing now that you weren't in danger anymore. "At least I'd know you'd be safer."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

[alwaysmoncheri]

𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

summary: in which best friends, y/n henderson and steve harrington get caught up in their feelings while paranormal activities occur in the small town of hawkins, indiana

cw: fem!reader, I wrote this a long time ago(I apologize for everything cringe), shit writing, first person pov, implications of sex, 1k

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The day seems to drag on incessantly as I drown in my own pool of sorrow.

As I'm sitting at lunch, Tommy and Carol crack their typical 'humorous' remarks, triggering an unsettling feeling within me.

"I still think that creep killed him." Tommy says referring to Jonathan while spooning food into his mouth.

"He's such a freak." Carol comments, laughing.

Steve shoots his friends a look before he glances at me with a concerned expression. To my surprise, he rests his hand on my thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze, leaving it there, before returning to his food.

Steve doesn't bring up what happened last night.

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"The brown current ran swiftly out of the heart of darkness, bearing us down towards the sea with twice the speed of our upward progress. And Kurtz's life was running swiftly, too—"

I slump in my seat, absorbing this incredibly boring lecture as the day reaches its conclusion. Suddenly the office lady walk in and halts the teacher's speech.

Thank god.

"(Y/n) Henderson and Nancy Wheeler? If you would come with me, please," She says motioning for us to walk with her.

With exhaustion dragging me down, I rise from my chair and shuffle after the lady through the classroom door to the empty cafeteria - a tense scene awaiting. There, Mrs. Wheeler sits, across from two officers, who look at Nancy and I with stern expressions, which causes my heart to quicken with anticipation.

Nancy sits down next to her mom and I sit myself down next to Nancy.

"We're here to discuss the whereabouts of your friend, Barbra Holland." One of the deputies says, with a notepad in hand.

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"So, this argument you and Barbra had... What exactly was it about?" The officer, Powell asks.

"It wasn't really an argument..." Nancy says hesitantly, "Barb just wanted to leave. I didn't, so, I... I told her to just go home."

"Then what?" Powell asks.

"Then I went upstairs to put on some dry clothes." Nancy continues.

"And the next day," Powell says, "You guys went back and saw, a bear, you're thinking?"

"We don't know what it was... but we think..." I pipe in, "We think maybe it took, Barb."

"You need to check behind Steve's house—" Nancy starts.

"We did. There's nothing there." The other officer, Callahan, says shaking his head, "There's no sign of a bear."

"And there's no car." Powell finishes.

"What?" I say, as Nancy and I glance at each other.

"Look, we figure that Barbra came back last night and then she took off, went somewhere else." Callahan says.

"Has she ever talked to either of you about running off?" Powell asks, "Leaving town, maybe?"

"No," Nancy says shaking her head, "No, Barb wouldn't do that, ever."

"She wasn't maybe upset about the fact that you were spending time with this boy?" Powell asks, "Uh, Steve Harrington?"

"What? No." Nancy says uncomfortably.

"Maybe she was jealous because she saw you go up to Steve's room?" Callahan presses and Mrs. Wheeler looks at Nancy pointedly.

"It wasn't like that." Nancy argues.

"Like what?" Callahan asks.

"Steve and me... We're..." Nancy's starts, "We're just friends. We just talked."

Callahan looks down at his notes and I avert my gaze to the window, hiding my jealousy.

"Now was this before or after you changed out of your clothes?"

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After riding my bike home, I grab a snack from the fridge as the phone begins to ring. I walk over to the phone holding it between my shoulder and ear. Opening the wrapper for my snack, I take a bite while answering the call.

"Henderson residence." I say into the phone.

"(Y/n)?" I hear Jonathan's voice through the speaker.

"This is she," I reply.

"Uh, could you help me with something?" He says hesitantly.

"Of course, what is it?" I ask, leaning against the wall.

"I need to organize Will's funeral and I just can't do it alone." He responds solemnly.

"Oh..."

"You don't have to, I just—"

"No, no, it's okay Jonathan," I say, reassuring the boy, "Pick me up in ten minutes?"

"Okay."

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Jonathan arrives at my house approximately ten minutes later. As he drives us to the funeral home, my thoughts wander to the difference between riding with him and sitting in Steve's car. Jonathan's car is cold and bleak while Steve's car is warm and causes my emotions to buzz with excitement.

Jonathan pulls up outside the funeral home and we both head inside. An old man greets us with a sad smile and guides us over to view the available caskets.

"It's made of soft wood with a crepe interior," The old man says gently, "Uh, now, I don't know what your budget is but over there, we have copper and bronze." He says leading us over to more caskets.

Nancy walks in through the entrance, her steps slow and hesitant. Jonathan and I notice her arrival, prompting her to offer us a wave that mirrors her anxious demeanor.

"Can you just give us a second?" Jonathan stammers before we walk over to Nancy.

"Of course." The man says kindly.

"Hey." Jonathan greets.

"Hey, Nance." I say.

"Hey..." She says, "Your mom, um... she said you'd be here."

"I just... can we talk for a second?"  Nancy continues nervously.

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"It looks like it could be some kind of perspective distortion, but I wasn't using the wide angle." Jonathan says looking at the taped picture Nancy hands him after we sit down on a bench.

"I don't know. It's weird" He continues handing the picture back to Nancy.

"And you're sure you didn't see anyone else out there?" Nancy asks.

"No." Jonathan replies, "She was there one second and then, um... gone. I figured she bolted."

"The cops think that she ran away." Nancy says sadly, "But they don't know Barb."

"And we went back to Steve's... and we thought we saw something..." I say.

Some weird man or...I don't know what it was." Nancy finishes with a sigh before looking at Jonathan.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here today." She stands, "I'm so sorry."

"What did he look like?" Jonathan says abruptly.

"What?" Nancy asks turning back around.

"This man you guys saw in the woods." Jonathan says, "What'd he look like?" He repeats.

"I don't know," Nancy stammers, "It was almost like he... he didn't have—"

"Didn't have a face?"

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[theonewhospeaksinweird]

~💜💙Night Stroll (Katakuri x Fem!Reader)💜💙~

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare unless prompted)

🖤 = Normal

A/N: It seems every time I try to write a short one-shot story about my mochi man, it always snowballs into a bigger idea with more exposition than needed, hehe.~ I'm not apologizing, but I love seeing these prompts from @daily-prompts that give me ideas!~ This one in particular gave me this idea, so I hope you enjoy!~ There are many stories in progress in my drafts, though.~

"I hope you know the rumors surrounding me are true." Came the rumbling voice of my boyfriend as we walked along the cold, deserted streets of New World city.

My humming paused in favor of wracking my brain to pinpoint exactly what he was talking about. The sudden change of mood from peaceful silence to this tense seriousness stalled my mind to switch gears. And here I thought we were having a nice walk to our apartment.

"I have absolutely no idea what your talking about, Kata."

"Don't lie to me. This relationship won't go anywhere if we feed each other sweet lies to satiate our worries."

Always the realist, this one. I rolled my eyes and sighed, reaching my mittened hands to hold his bare one with a squeeze of reassurance.

"I don't care-"

"You should care because I do. I care about you, us, as much as I would like not to."

Although I knew what he meant by those words, it still kind of hurt to hear that he wish he didn't have feelings for me. If I wasn't already used to his factual speech pattern, I would've been more upset, maybe even dumped him on the spot.

The telltale sign that told me otherwise, though, was the gentle squeeze he gave my hands back. Also, the fact that I could actually see the downturn of his scarred mouth as he stared ahead, worrying thoughts swirling around his head in a mess of responsibility and guilt, no doubt. I was one of the only people he kept his mask off for.

We were both silent as his sentence hung in the air, my lack of words being so I could find the right ones to try and soothe his overworked psyche. It took a few moments, but I figured out how I wanted to approach this.

"When we first met, I thought you were a rich, pretentious fuckboy that threw money at his problems and wasn't serious about college."

His eyebrows furrowed into his infamous scowl as those beautiful ruby eyes slid over to me who just smirked back at him.

"You weren't too jolly yourself."

"Yeah, well you and your giant tits spilled hot coffee all over me on my way to class." He just rolled his eyes and scoffed a little.

"You should've been paying attention. The world doesn't always move for you, ma'am."

"I'm pretty sure in your case it was the fact that you couldn't see me around all the whores throwing themselves at your dick."

"I didn't ask them to be there."

"You didn't tell them to go away either."

"Is there a point to your sudden judgy reminiscing?"

"Maybe, if you would let me finish!"

A subdued grunt emanated from the back of his throat as he narrowed his gaze down at me before flicking it to stare at the buildings we walked past like a guard dog. Although the reaction was tenser than I hoped, I kept with my anecdote.

Katakuri didn't seem to want to pay attention to me anymore, so I pulled on his hand to make him stop. More like, let him know I wanted him to stop since he could easily keeping walking with me hanging off him like a koala. He did as I wanted, and stopped with a small huff but still didn't return his attention to me.

"Anyways. Like I was saying. You were an asshole to me even when it was mostly your fault. But you made it right by getting my clothes cleaned and writing me a check for a severe overestimation of how much the class I missed was worth. Thank you for the new outfits I used that money for, by the way."

That response actually drew a dry, one-off laugh from him as he turned to face me more, those tantalizing eyes focused entirely on me now with less of a bite. The addicting feeling of knowing I was worthy enough for him to look at me with that enraptured look in his eyes had my knees weak. I always felt so special when he put all his energy into paying attention to what I was saying or doing. Every time felt like I was experiencing something no one else got to have and I wanted to hide him away like a precious gem.

I flushed a bit at my own awe but continued with a clear of my throat. Despite the action, my next words brought a thickness to my throat that I couldn't shake as I recalled memories that now made my heart hurt.

"We didn't cross paths again until I saw you lying in that alley all bloody and beat up, two months later. You didn't want me to call an ambulance, stupidly enough, and I was panicked out of my mind trying to figure out whether I should leave for my own safety or stay and help you."

A pained smile turned my lips up as I stared at his hand in mine, remembering how bruised it was that night. I could almost see the old purples and greens flashing over his now reddened knuckles. The sting of unshed tears was attempted to be blinked away as I pushed myself to keep talking.

"And I chose to stay and help you. I chose you that night. I have every day since then no matter who whispers in my ear about what you've done. Despite all the warnings I've gotten from teachers. Even through the time when I was getting scary, cryptically threatening things in my mailbox telling me to leave you!"

I could feel his grip on my hands tighten as he took in an abrupt breath at the last part. His other hand moved to hold my elbow and tug me a little closer, but I kept my head bowed. Until now, I hadn't mentioned the threatening letters and parcels I had gotten in the mail a few months ago because I didn't want him to worry while he was taking his bar exam and finals. They eventually stopped and nothing bad came from them, so I never told him about it.

"You never told me that. What did they say? Did they have a name or return addre-?"

His touch trailed from my arm to cup my face, searching me as if I had been physically hurt. Although I melted into his touch at first, I remembered I was trying to make a point and reached up to silence his rush of words when I finally looked him in the eye.

"Just be quiet! Yes, I was being threatened. By whom? I don't know, but that's not the point right now. You can lecture me later about not telling you stuff, but right now I'm telling you something. Reminding you that if I wanted to leave because someone told me to, I would've done so by now."

I could feel his abnormally sharp canines poking at my fingers as I held my hand over his mouth but kept my hand in place until I was done talking. He seemed a bit startled I had done that, though thankfully not angry. It's only been a few months since he started taking his mask off with me and even less that I could touch his mouth or lower face as I wanted.

Katakuri's eyes lowered to look at my hand as I pulled it away before claiming my gaze once again, a widened look of surprise still lingering as he spoke. The surprise turned to a sheepish guilt as his head ducked a bit in shame like a kicked puppy. The action made me feel a little guilty for raising my voice, but he was very stubborn.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize that was going on. I wish I could've helped." I wanted to nip that self sabotaging talk in the bud but he continued before I could say a word.

"I'm also sorry that I seemed like I was making this decision for you or pushing you away. I just want what's best for you because I love you and can't help but feel you'd be better off not mixed up in my family drama."

The barely concealed insecurity that crinkled his brow as he spoke finally spilled my tears down my cheeks. I let go of his hand in favor of wrapping my arms tight around him the best I could with my face buried in his chest. Not wanting to full on sob like a child, I just let out a watery whine and vigorously wiped my tears away on his sweater with shakes of my head to silently answer his worries.

Katakuri's arms had immediately wrapped around me, hugging me closer than close as I reigned in my emotions. His warmth was such a contrast to the cold that nipped at every part of me not enclosed in his embrace that I didn't want to leave it. I could hear and feel his heart beating fast, another hidden tell that he was feeling more emotional than his exterior let on.

When I felt that I was calm enough to talk again, I lifted my face from his chest to look up at him. He was already looking at me with such a soft and devoted gaze that made me want to pull him down and kiss him into submission. I restrained myself from doing so if only to respect his desire to keep public affection to a minimum.

He was thinking about something, and I wished I could hear what went on behind those fierce eyes. Once again, I melted under his reverent attention, drinking it up like a thirsty flower in the middle of summer. To get rid of that hard ridge between his brows, I decided to lighten the conversation again.

"I'm better off wherever you are, no matter what that entails. And if I won't fuck off when your self-proclaimed fan club come around trying to "win you back" while I'm gone for a week, then I'm definitely not going anywhere just cause you said so. You're stuck with me, donut man." A smile made its way onto my wet face as I stuck my tongue out in jest.

That beautiful smile that was as radiant as a sunset showed itself as my boyfriend chuckled at my claim. It was as if God Himself sculpted this man, and here I was with my tongue sticking out like a bozo. If my eyes could turn to stars, they would as I was entranced in his gravitational pull. My heart tugged toward his while my stomach did summersaults with my gut. The bubbling of loving emotions boiled in my chest to push a giggle of my own out, unable to stop the expression.

"Okay, I get it. We'll go through this together."

He settled quicker than I did and brought his hand to my face to wipe away the drying tear tracks from my cheeks. The cold we stood in made the wetness feel worse, making me sniffle to stop my nose from running. My head leaned into his touch with a hum, nodding in response.

"Good. Now that that's all cleared up, let's get inside! It's cold and my extremities are gonna fall off! Since you kept us out here, you're responsible for warming me back up. Hot cocoa and warm donuts are the only way, experts say." Like before, all it took was a tug on his arm to get him to move like I wanted. The street was still dark and quiet, the only sound being the echoing of our footsteps. In that quiet, I heard four words that never failed to stretch the widest smile possible on my face.

"I love you, Y/n."

I kept tugging him forward but turned around to face my towering lover. My lips found his cold knuckles with a kiss.

"I love you too, Katakuri."

I'd do anything to hear those words from him for the rest of our lives, so I'd better see a ring on a certain finger soon enough.

A/n: I've been feeling a modern mob boss au, so there might be more blurbs for this line of thought in the future.~

[ultimateyapper]

anyway, here's wonderwall. | chapter one

[ chapter 2 ]

were you truly mentally prepared for what would unfold in hotarubi? it couldn't be any worse than having a gun to your head right? despite the late hour, it's nearly impossible to get what taiga said out of your mind.

there's a mole.

but why would there be a mole at darkwick? who would it be? someone you know? a friend? how does taiga even know this?

there's officially too much on your mind to get any sleep.

yawning, you turn over to pull your phone off the charger. it was cute with an adapter shaped like a cat paw. the smile kaito wore as he handed it to you was full of pride. he said he got it "just because". it was clearly a lie after luca suggested it was consolation for skipping out on training but it's funny remembering how red he got afterwards. it was a sweet gesture but how does he expect to pay off his debt if he keeps buying things "just because".

the screen lights up and after blinking away tears from the initial brightness you read the time. ten minutes after midnight. maybe there's something interesting on wickchat? there wasn't a lot of time to check during the last mission.

eventually you make it to your messages. only a select few people are active due to the late hour and kaito is one of them. you can see him typing in your group chat. the one he made after the mission in frostheim. you temporarily left the chat while talking with taiga. although, in all honesty, trying not to get killed by taiga would fit better. you had texted him more than 10 minutes before you came to his room. yet still a gun was pointed to your head for the third (maybe fourth, you were losing track) time that week.

with complete and utter seriousness he claimed he "didn't know any honor student".

how many times did he expect you to introduce yourself exactly? you considered being a smartass and just saying a fake name. instead you decided to move, slowly so you didn't set him off, and show the texts.

suddenly the blonde started spamming the group chat in all caps, lighting up your phone with vibration after vibration. something about getting his point across to that dumbass, who you're assuming is probably luca. in hindsight, you could've just turned notifs off but when taiga was clearly starting to get pissed off you went with the quickest option. upsetting the guy with a machine gun for a special artifact isn't exactly at the top of your to-do list.

( #1 peekaboo fan )

im surprised to see luca up this late

the conversation comes to an abrupt halt. three dots circle at the bottom of your screen followed by a cat emote waving hi.

( kaito ✮ )

hiii : D

i added you back earlier btw i dunno why you left but it was probably an accident right??

wait sorry did i wake u up

mb 💔💔

( Lucas Errant )

I suppose it is a bit strange, yes? My conversation with Kaito must have made me lose track of time haha

( #1 peekaboo fan )

yeah you're usually knocked out lol and dw kaito i was already awake : )

( kaito ✮ )

ohh ok lol

i can't sleep either

( Lucas Errant )

You can't? I thought you said you were going to sleep because I was boring you.

( #1 peekaboo fan )

lmao

( kaito ✮ )

bro you were talking about fun facts and shi

ofc i was nodding off

( Lucas Errant )

My apologies. I assumed because of your life at home you'd be interested in it.

( kaito ✮ )

no not really

( #1 peekaboo fan )

wdym?

( kaito ✮ )

he was telling me about farm life as if i didn't get enough of that at home

( #1 peekaboo fan )

wait you grew up on a farm!?

( Lucas Errant )

I'm really interested in the culture. In the U.K I took horseback riding lessons but I've never seen any other farm animals in person.

( #1 peekaboo fan )

ooo that does sound fun

pigs are really cute

( kaito ✮ )

bruh

you would take horseback riding lessons

( #1 peekaboo fan )

you didn't like it there?

( kaito ✮ )

i mean... i liked being able to help my grams.

she's older so she needs that support

but in any other scenario??

nobody is getting that muddy for free

like you won't say that when you have a bull sprinting at you full speed

( #1 peekaboo )

this visual... 💀

( kaito ✮ )

bro 😭

( #1 peekaboo fan )

nah but fr

luca if ur interested you should volunteer at jabberwock

it's not the same but it's close

haru could use the extra help

( Lucas Errant )

Working with anamolous creatures would be an interesting learning experience. I'm not familiar so one day if you're free?

( kaito ✮ )

wait

( #1 peekaboo fan )

YESS

i'll show you everything i know ^_^

( kaito ✮ )

just the two of you?

( Lucas Errant )

I'm glad! I'll be available tomorrow during advisory. We have the same class right?

( #1 peekaboo fan )

yeah I'll meet u and we can go from there!

it's a date :3

( kaito ✮ )

WHAT

( #1 peekaboo fan )

u coming with?

( kaito ✮ )

yeah I'll come

( Lucas Errant )

I do worry if this is suited for you Kaito, but if you feel up to it I won't stop you.

( #1 peekaboo fan )

yea u don't like getting dirty right? you don't have to if you don't wanna

( kaito ✮ )

no it's fine i'll just try not to get anything on my uniform and

...keep an eye on him

( #1 peekaboo fan )

what

( kaito ✮ )

nothing.

( #1 peekaboo fan )

right so

see y'all tomorrow

im gonna go to bed

( Lucas Errant )

Yes, me as well. I wish both of you a good night's rest.

( #1 peekaboo fan )

seriously get sleep kai or im going to get you

( kaito ✮ )

promise? 😳

JK JK

gn

an emote of a cat waving goodbye signifies the end of the conversation. that's that you suppose. haru wouldn't mind right? he did really need the help. he's impressively good at what he does but you can't help but feel that he overexerts himself. maybe before you go you should text him to—

"meoww!!"

you nearly jump out of your skin. below you a soft yet prickly sensation is revealed to be a cat, pawing at your leg. the cute little thing is an orange cat with light spots along it's body and tail. as soon as your attention is fully away from your phone it jumps on your leg making you laugh.

it makes no complaints as you scoop it into your arms and cradle it close. it's a bit surprising to see one of the campus cats being so cuddly. they're friendly but very independent as chancellor cornelius had said. most of them don't linger for long, always busy with something else. this one is is a bit smaller though so maybe it was still new to the school.

the vibrant orange of it's coat of fur is reminiscent of the cat who fixed your window. where did that one go off too?

you finally lay down for the night. the warmth from your new companion lulling you to sleep as he settled on top of your chest.

in the morning you'd call haru to let him know you'd found some extra help.

[fallenangelics]

On The Edge of His Seat

PAIRING | Angel Dust/Husk

WORD COUNT | 1326

SUMMARY | Things between Angel and Husk have been going slow but steady. It wasn't what Angel was used to but he couldn't say he was upset by it. So when some of his hornier tendencies start to take over he may be a tad bit worried it might ruin things.

RATING | Mature

WARNING/TAG(S) | No Archive Warnings Apply, Established Relationship, Movie Night, Fat Nuggets

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Only recently had Angel Dust and Husk moved to a more physical relationship. Being physically intimate in a non-sexual way was a new learning experience for Angel, though he couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying it. 

Every morning he woke up to a cat-owl-hybrid wrapped protective around his back, wings splayed out and acting as a second blanket as he had Fat Nuggets occasionally tucked into his own arms. Sometimes Fat Nuggets chose to stay in his own bed so Angel would find his head resting under Husk’s chin and fingers buried in his fur. Groggy, morning-breath kisses were shared in greetings before one of them would have to pull the other away from the bed so they didn’t fall back asleep. 

Throughout the day Angel would be able to steal small moments with Husk when no one was looking. Already spending as much time at the bar as he did, it wasn’t like much of his daily routine had to change to spend more time with Husk, only the amount of affection Husk chose to share varied. Some days he would act as if they weren’t dating, trying to stay professional in case Alastor came barging in, others he couldn’t care less and would practically spend every second ogling Angel. 

When Angel would have to leave for work, Husk would stay up waiting for the spider to return. If Angel wanted to sit and talk for a few hours, Husk didn’t mind staying up a little longer and making a few drinks, but if Angel wanted to turn in for the night, Husk would take him up to bed like he would any other night, the two of them eventually tucking themselves in after their respective routines before laying close and waiting for it all to happen again. 

To say Angel was content would be an understatement. Every day he was filled with overflowing love for the bartender. He couldn’t bring himself to care for the lack of sexual intimacy, he experienced it enough every day at work to not have a raging libido whenever he got back to the hotel no matter how much he joked about it. That and the fact he didn’t want to ruin what he had with Husk. If staying with him meant taking it slow then that was exactly what Angel would do. 

But if that was what Husk wanted to do, he was left to the current predicament that he had gotten himself into. 

Sat originally lounged across the couch, his legs splayed over Husk’s lap. The rest of the hotel’s residents were taking up other pieces of furniture, minus Alastor, watching a movie on the television. Any attention that Angel had been paying towards the movie was lost once Husk had begun trailing his sharp nails along Angel’s legs. 

It didn’t stop there though as Husk’s fingers reached higher and higher, eventually deciding to drag Angel closer so he sat snug against Husk’s side. His tail very quickly then coiled its way around Angel after that, the feather tip wrapping around his midsection and hovering just over his legs. 

Every few moments, Husk’s tail would twitch, the feathers lightly brushing against the tight black shorts that he normally adorned. Though the movement was light, almost nonexistent, Angel could feel every brush of it. It seemed his mind and body zeroed in on the action, not being able to pay attention to anything else as the sensation repeated every few moments whenever Husk’s tail would twitch. 

What was worse was that Husk seemed to have no idea what he was doing. His attention was utterly focused on the movie in front of them, all of the twitches and brushes of his tail being in direct correlation to the reactions he was having while he was watching. 

It was infuriating, and almost intoxicating, as the heat spread throughout his body, being rendered to do nothing and show real constraint so as to not act on any desires to firstly not bring any attention to what Husk was unawarely doing, and secondly, not gross everyone else in the room out since his stomach should definitely not be tying itself into knots due to the heat that was spreading through him. 

With every second that passed by, Angel could feel himself slowly growing hard. How Husk didn’t realise it was beyond him, but he wasn’t about to point it out before he had the chance to sort it out. Angel tried willing it to calm down but it seemed Husk’s tail had a mind of its own and decided that Angel wasn’t going to get a break, edging him unconsciously.

Even as the movie came to an end, Angel had no clue, instead staring intently at the ground as he tried to keep his breathing even. A few times it had spiked into soft gasps, earning a few flicks of Husk’s ears as they pivoted to face him, not yet turning his head in case it was just a false alarm. 

As people began to file out, Angel muttering his good nights when they were due, he could only hope that Husk didn’t plan on sitting and chatting with him for too long. Though it was something that they did every night, making its way into their routine at this point, Angel couldn’t help but wish to be released from Husk’s gentle hold so he could take care of himself in the bathroom.

“Well Husky,” Angel feigned a large yawn, arching his back as he stretched himself out, trying to move Husk’s tail away while also folding his legs over one another to hide himself. With a soft smile, Husk kept his eyes fastened on Angel, running his hands soothingly over him continuously. “I might turn in as well. I think that movie bored me to my second death.”

“Are you sure? Do you want me to make you a drink to take up?” Husk asked, shifting with Angel. The slight movement resulted in Angel’s legs bunching together, a shiver raking through his body as his nerves were lit and light stimulation was sent through his body. Furrowing his bushy brows at Angel’s reaction, Husk asked, “Are you cold?”

“Nah- I’m good,” Angel stuttered out, trying to compose himself as he sat up fully. He tried sitting up properly when Husk’s knee shifted up, connecting directly with his clothed dick and sending a shockwave of pleasure through him. A breathy moan tumbled its way out of Angel’s lips before he could stop himself, putting a stop to any further movements as Husk’s head bolted towards him.

Freezing himself, Angel stared with wide eyes. All he could do was sit still as Husk’s eyes slowly trailed down to where he had been attempting to hide his growing erection. Preparing himself to be ridiculed or see Husk’s disgusted face, he was pleasantly surprised when he instead felt Husk’s hand reaching for his, running a soothing finger over it. 

“Well, that was…” Husk tried to formulate the words.

“Yeah,” Angel himself didn’t even know what to say in this situation. If it had been anyone else he would’ve taken it in stride and asked them back to his room, but after the slow pace he and Husk had been setting, he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Let’s go up?” Husk then said, keeping his hand in Angel’s as he stood. Unlike what Angel had thought, there wasn’t an ounce of hatred on Husk’s face.

“What?” He blurted out, eyes still bug-wide. “You’re not disgusted?”

“Why would I be?” Husk seemed genuinely beyond himself as he asked the question, as if finding out your boyfriend had a boner just because he was sitting next to you with your tail slightly brushing up against him wasn’t an unusual occurrence. “We can take care of it upstairs.”

“We?” The words were breathless, just like his earlier moan, as Angel was pulled to his feet by Husk.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Pop A Plan B Before I Let Him Trap A Bitch (NSFW 18+)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Jealous Jackman 😜

Synopsis: Jack isn't very happy with you after he hears your verse on FNF remix and decides to make a little song of his own

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: my treacherous twin @harlowsbby 😘🥰

Thank you @hoodharlow and @nattinatalia for helping me 😘

Warnings: Mention of a miscarriage

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Jack was currently in New York for a few appearances while you were home in Atlanta working on a few different things and he was fuming.

Maybe he was overreacting a little bit, but a fair warning would have been nice from you as he was still trying to wrap his head around your verse and the song that you were featured on. 

The FNF remix with Glorilla and JT had been released and Jack had your verse on repeat, sitting in disbelief as to why you even mentioned that last line.

Pop a plan B before I let him trap a bitch

He was trying to gather his thoughts because you had just sent him a text asking if he had listened to it and if he liked it. That was something that the two of you always did when you wanted to keep songs a secret from each other so it could be a surprise. 

A text response wasn't going to get his point across so he decided to call you on facetime.

When you picked up, his face came into view and you were nothing but smiles. But you could tell that something was wrong with your husband and you were immediately going to try to pull it out of him.

"Hii baby! I miss you! You okay?"

"You got something you wanna tell me? Now I'm trying to trap you?" Jack asked and you were extremely confused as to what he was talking about.

"What you mean babe? What in the world are you talking about? Trying to trap you? Last time I checked I had a whole ring on my finger and we have the same last name."

"You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about so stop fucking playing with me.” You then looked at your husband sideways and took a deep breath to calm yourself not wanting to go off on him because you were definitely ready to.

"Pookie, I'm not a mind reader so be an adult and say what's on your mind."

Jack was quiet for a few seconds before confessing on why he was so upset.

"Your FNF verse."

"Did you like it? We had so much fun in the studio that day." You answered while smiling in the camera and Jack knew he was mad at you and wasn’t even paying attention to how excited you were about it. 

"Pop a plan B before I let him trap a bitch? Are you serious right now?"

Oh. So that’s why he’s upset.

"Baby, it's just a song. You know I meant nothing by it. Didn’t I marry you?"

"How am I supposed to know that? And you've been asking me to get you pregnant for the longest. So what the fuck?"

"Are you really mad about this? Like seriously Jackman?"

"Do I look overjoyed to you right now? I thought it was fucking clear that I was mad." 

"Baby come on. Don't be mad. It was just meant to be something fun and that was it."

You were a little disappointed in Jack’s reaction seeing how proud you were of your verse and the fact that you had been getting a lot of features with many different artists.

Jack just shook his head before responding to you and you knew that he was about to be an entire ass about this for the next few days. All you knew was that by the time both of you got back home, he had better fixed his attitude. 

"I'll talk to you later." Jack immediately hung up without telling you that he loved you and of course it made you feel some type of way because he usually never hung up a call without saying it to you.

You simply threw your phone on the side of you and shook your head in disbelief.

After Jack had hung up with you, he sent a quick text to Drama saying he wanted to meet up with him in the studio.

What better way to let out his frustrations?

He couldn’t have sex with you to let it out and besides, you were the one that he was mad at. 

Jack- My mind is racing and I need to get it out

Drama- Been working on some things and I got the perfect beat for you. But we can listen to a few of them and then you can decide which one fits best. When did you want to do it?

Jack- Today. You in New York?

Drama- I am. Give me an hour and we can make it happen. I'll send you the address.

It was now Friday and you and Jack had barely spoken to one another since the whole incident of him being mad about the FNF verse. You even sent him nudes as a last resort and all he sent back was a thumbs up leaving you even more pissed.

And you had gotten all of the perfect angles too.

You figured he would come around when he was ready and that you were done stressing over it. If he planned on being an ass, he could go right ahead while you continued to do your features on other people’s songs.

You just planned on giving him head in the hopes that he would forget about it, but if he didn’t even react to your nudes, you didn’t know how that was about to suffice.

You then got a text from Saweetie and you were highly confused.

Saweetie- OOP Jack's new song is FIRE

You- Huh? When did he release it?

Saweetie- uh? At midnight. He didn't tell you? It's called Mockingbird Valley with Drama. Doesn't he tell you everything since yall are attached at the damn hip?

You immediately pulled it up on your phone and began listening to it.

But it wasn't until you heard a few lines that left you with your jaw on the floor. 

I'm finally speakin' up to anything that's not okay with me

Okay, so far so good.

Long way from my wife having kids

You were starting to get annoyed.

Course I got a main, but I'm still out here a la cartin'

Was he fucking serious?

You immediately sent him a text still in disbelief about it. In no way shape or form did you put in your verse about having a main and a side piece and you were about to get on him about that. 

You- Oh, so you think you funny huh? You better fucking answer me, Jackman and answer me now.

Jack- Yeah I'm the funniest

You- I will kick your white ass. Now why would you say that!?

Jack- Same reason you said that last line in your verse

You- You know that you are the only person that I ever want to have kids with so why are you acting like an ass? Oh and you got a main but you still out here a la cartin? I wish you motherfucking would, I fucking dare you.

Jack- It’s just a song, babe. I didn’t mean anything by it. Sound familiar?

Just then you called him on facetime and he was simply laying in the bed in his hotel room eating strawberries and looking at you.

“You got some fucking nerve.” You blurted out when you saw how calm he was. 

“Oh? Me? You started this shit, so don’t get mad now.”

“MY WIFE IS A LONG WAY FROM HAVING KIDS? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?”

“Go ahead and pop that plan B the next time we go at it to make sure. Don’t want to mess anything up for you.”

“Nah, now your ass is being petty with a capital P. We usually say a whole bunch of different things in our lyrics, but this is what set you off?”

“Are we done talking about this?”

“Oh because you got your lick back you think that everything is all good? Fuck outta here with that bullshit. I thought you would be proud of me, but I guess not. I am always supportive of you. ALWAYS. And this is what I get in return? If you want to act like this don’t bother coming home until you get rid of that fucking attitude.”

“I am always proud of you so cut that shit out and I’m supportive. I LITERALLY GOT DRAMA TO SIGN YOU. I always want to see my wife win at everything she does but why would you say that shit when we just recently had a miscarriage? What was the reason?”

Oh, that’s what it was.

“I wrote the lyrics before it happened so I didn’t do that on purpose. Is that what you’re so mad about? And didn’t your ass say my wife is a long way from having kids? Make it make sense.”

“And you didn’t think to change the lyrics? And I didn’t mean it in that context, it was a response to what you had said in FNF.”

“For what, Jack? For fucking what? Is me changing the lyrics going to suddenly bring our baby back? Didn’t fucking think so.”

You could feel your eyes start to water and Jack noticed this and knew he had fucked up and went a bit too far.

“Baby.. I-....”

“I have to go, got things to do. See you whenever you get home.”

“Baby, wait a minute!”

Without another word, you hung up the phone and placed it on DND for the rest of the day not wanting to be bothered with anything or anyone. 

The next morning you woke up to see your husband beside you and he was wide awake looking over at the TV and playing with Blanche and Sophia who were both perched on his lap.

You really didn’t want to talk to him, but you knew that you needed to.

All you did was turn around and face away from Jack which immediately led to him getting a pout on his face.

“Baby girl?”

“What, Jackman?”

“Can you turn back around and look at me so we can talk about this?”

“No.”

“Baby, come on. I need to apologize to you because I definitely overreacted and took it too far. I just… for some reason when I heard it, I just got pissed off. I shouldn’t have taken that out on you. And don’t ever for a second think that I’m not proud of you because I am. I love you and always want to see you be successful in everything that you did. You’re my baby girl and you know how much you mean to me. When I said that line in the song, it was simply a response back to what you said in FNF and nothing else. That was not meant to be taken any other way.”

“It sounds as if you were saying that I’m incapable of having kids because of what happened.”

“No, Y/N. I don’t think that at all and I apologize. You’re going to get pregnant when the time is right and I have no doubt about that.”

“Hmm.”

“Baby, please turn this way and look at me.”

You slowly turned around and saw Jack looking at you before leaning over to kiss your forehead. 

“I love you, mamas.”

“And I love you too no matter how much you get on my last nerve.”

“I deserve that.”

“And the fact that you only sent me a thumbs up emoji when I sent you nudes the other day? You had me fucked all the way up with that one. I hit all of your favorite angles and that’s the thanks that I get?”

“I-... I was mad at you still, but if it makes you feel any better, I definitely had to make good use of my hand when I saw them. Especially the one where you were on all fours and I know that I could probably see that pussy dripping from a mile away.”

Blanche and Sophia had hopped down to do only God knows what and you were simply staring at Jack.

“You okay?” He suddenly asked and you simply nodded.

“I’m fine.” You answered while shrugging but you slowly sat up to take your shirt off throwing it across the room leaving your top half bare in front of Jack.

He immediately raised an eyebrow at you and all you did was look at him.

“You owe me for that response to my nudes and I want it now.” You desperately pleaded as you could feel the flood gates opening up down below and Jack hadn’t even touched you yet.

“Say less, mamas. But be careful what you ask for.” Jack said as he hovered over top of you before sliding down your shorts and seeing how wet you were. All he did was take two of his fingers and slowly massage your clit as you went to answer him. 

“What?”

“I’m still not showing you any mercy for what you did. You ready for me? Because I didn’t plan on stopping any time soon.”

When you didn’t answer him, he stopped his movements to peer down at you and gave you a look. 

“I’m ready. Just come on.”

“Get on all fours. Now.”

—

As Jack was pounding into you from behind, you were grabbing at the sheets beneath you and you were a screaming crying mess.

The two of you had been at it for at least an hour switching to different positions, but Jack once again wanted you on all fours.

“Shit… shit…. Oh fuckkkkkkk!”

“There’s my good girl. You gonna cum for me again?”

You simply nodded your head, but quickly opened your mouth to respond because you knew that Jack would stop his movements if he didn’t hear you.

“Yes!”

In the process of Jack fucking you into oblivion, your bonnet had fallen off and it was somewhere across the room so your hair was literally everywhere. The only thing that you would probably get on him about was sweating out your hair.

Jack then slid out of you before starting to eat you out from the back.

You absolutely loved every time that he did this and it took everything in you to hold still.

“Babe….” You let out while trying to catch your breath, but Jack simply kept going.

He inserted two of his fingers in you while keeping his mouth on you and you knew that you were close.

“Shit…. Jackkkkkk.”

“Damn, you never call me by my first name when I’m in you.”

“Baby, let me cum. Please let me cum.”

“Not yet. Almost, be patient.”

Jack had then slid back into you and you knew that you weren’t about to be able to hold on much longer.

“BABYYY!”

Jack then reached underneath you to massage your clit and you were squirting all over him within a matter of seconds. 

Jack soon followed and pulled out of you, releasing all over your back.

You would have preferred your face, but that could be for next time. 

“What you got to say now mamas? Screaming, crying mess underneath me. Did that make up for me not saying anything about the pictures you sent me?” Jack asked as he slapped your ass and you immediately groaned. 

“Leave me alone.” You replied while collapsing onto your stomach and trying to catch your breath.

“Nah, we not about to leave this bed until I get you pregnant. Go wash the cum out your weave and get ready for the next round. Pop a plan B, my ass.” 

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Metamorph

Part II

Pairing: art teacher!Aemond Targaryen x reader (Horror AU)

Warnings: dark!Aemond, obsessive behavior, murder, horror, yandere, kidnapping, misanthropy, general creepy stuff.

Words: 1.2k

Summary: Drawn to the artworks of one of the most esteemed artists in the city, you wish to learn from him and find out what inspires him to create his masterpieces. You have no idea how much his secrets will cost you.

Part I

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It seemed no one was surprised with your revered art teacher being moody even on the very first day of the course. Aemond quite literally looked at your small group, winced, sighed, and proceeded with the rules, starting with punctuality and no phones in class. The more he talked, the more you felt like you just signed up to join the army.

While most artists you had known were all chaos personified, Aemond Targaryen turned out to be incredibly collected, meticulous, and obsessively neat. When you had finally entered his little studio - one of many in the building - you saw carefully assembled jars with paint, packs of pencils, canvases, and stacks of paper placed on the tables in such manner as if your teacher was Marie Kondo in the flesh. Moreover, the place was pristinely clean, like in a real estate commercial. Was it because it was your first lesson and he wanted to give you a good impression?

Certainly not. Aemond couldn't care less about anyone's opinion, that much was clear.

He started by giving you a simple composition to see the way each of you worked, and watching him going from a student to student to check on their progress, you froze in your seat. It just struck you Aemond Targaryen was going to see you draw. Which was the whole point, yes, but it scared the hell out of you as you imagined he saw your lack of talent and kicked you out of class immediately. Now, that would be a complete catastrophe, a blow your ego absolutely couldn't take.

When he had finally come up to you, you were shaking lightly in your seat with not a single thing drawn on the paper.

"Procrastinating, are we?" He bent down to look at a completely white sheet and then at you, arching a brow.

You nearly jolted up, gripping the pencil hard so that he wouldn't see your hands trembling from anxiety. You were so scared of him being harsh on you. If one of the very few people you looked up to said you were untalented, how could you live with it?

"I'm sorry, Sir! I'm just afraid I'll build the composition wrong."

What the hell? Sir? Where did it come from? What nonsense were you spouting just now?

But your teacher didn't look even remotely bothered by it or by your white sheet of paper, instead eyeing your hands shaking despite your best efforts to conceal your nervousness. He didn't exactly comfort you or anything, but he put his hand on your shoulder for a split second, squeezed it, and said, "It's fine if you get it wrong. Just draw."

Aemond nodded to you as if confirming his words, and you nodded in return, forcing yourself to take a deep breath once he retreated to the next student. He said it's alright. Mistakes are fine. Surely, you could do it, and he wouldn't berate you for it. You came here to study, and your teacher already knew your weak and strong sides based on the artworks you had submitted. Anyway, you could hardly embarrass yourself more after the "sir" episode, a couple of students giving you a side-eye.

So, you did draw, and it was fine. Not perfect, with many further corrections, but fine. Aemond didn't say anything humiliating about your composition: in fact, despite the poisonous impression he gave you the first time you see him at the gallery, he wasn't tough on anyone in the class.

The next lesson was fine, too. And the one after that. Aemond being a strict teacher was putting it lightly, but he didn't seem to want to bully anyone regardless of his numerous snarky remarks whenever his students made him angry. He didn't get upset at your mistakes, no. You were here to learn, he said when you were holding your breath, anxious to hear his judgment, but your teacher was never too harsh on you. Instead, he commended you on your diligent work. Teaching you to work hard and constantly improve yourselves was one of the main goals of his course, he announced after he kicked out one of the students, a young man named Alfred who didn't seem to be putting enough efforts in his drawings and had too much of a cheerful personality for Aemond to handle.

To be honest, your teacher had still been horrifying the first couple of lessons, and you ended up constantly calling him Sir whenever he spoke to you, despite your embarrassment. Apparently, your weird brain just refused to recognize him as anyone else. Extremely ashamed, you then tried not to make a sound to let your teacher forget about you so you would continue in complete silence. It seemed like it worked because he had never called out your weird wording. Clearly, he didn't enjoy working with people, but he was still putting up with your and everybody else's nonsense for the sake of teaching, which was commendable on its own.

But maybe he also wasn't as bad as he wanted to look. He gave everyone very detailed recommendations on what materials were better to buy and why, explained his own routine and what helped him to concentrate, and even shared some of his personal drawing techniques. Most of the students nearly fainted, you included. The way Aemond used a pencil was enough to drive you to orgasm. God knows what could happen when you'd start painting in color with him breathing down your neck.

Oh, the way he silently moved between the students' seats from one person to the other, staring intently at their canvases like he was reading their crime histories. How he spoke in a clear, firm voice, always sarcastic and alarmingly perceptive but not cruel. When he was taking a brush in his long, slender fingers, you felt the urge to squeak like a schoolgirl secretly watching her crush.

Aemond Targaryen was scary but unbelievably artistic, and you were ready to stay in his class even if he told you the red paint he was using was the blood of his enemies.

Actually, speaking about the mysterious paint, he finally shared some of it with the students by the beginning of the second month, giving you a new task.

"You'll be drawing my figure," he simply stated as ten pairs of hungry eyes stared at him, unblinking. "You are not allowed to change anything in my silhouette except for the color, but you can draw whatever background you deem necessary. Your task is to think of a transformation of a human being and convey your idea mainly with the use of your paint. If I see something stupid like you drawing me with a red heart or red lips, I will kick you out of class."

You stilled on the spot, nervously biting your lips to bits. Drawing Aemond Targaryen. You could stare at him however long you wanted, and it'd be perfectly alright because it's literally the purpose of the lesson.

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If you wouldn't be having a heart attack from all the feels, that is.

Part III

Tags: @heavenly1927 @yazzzmints @devils-blackrose @lost-and-founds @kennafild @toodlesxcuddles @shygardengalaxy

[ilovetheriddler]

The Enigma Of Love.

(Gotham) Edward Nygma x F!Reader.

Chapter Three.

Word Count: 1,360.

Contents: some more backstory, a rainy day, and another encounter with Edward.

Several days had gone by since the lost forgotten wallet fiasco, and it had been overall a fairly boring few days as that was pretty much the most exciting thing that happened to you recently. Mrs Jones had gotten over whatever flu she had and had returned to work, and thankfully, like Ashley had reassured you, she wasn't upset with you being late that one day. As a result of her being a fairly patient and kind woman, however, she did end up officially firing your other coworker Kevin. You felt kind of bad for the man, but also, he genuinely hardly ever showed up, so you wouldn't lose too much sleep over it, you did hope that he'd find a different job though that maybe he actually enjoyed at the very least.

Unfortunately, the cryptic dreams that you've been having lately still haven't stopped. If anything, they've gotten more frequent! It made you think back on your early childhood. Your grandmother was an interesting woman. She lived for a surprisingly long time, actually not passing away until the day after her 101st birthday. Some relatives liked to joke about how she was possibly immortal since she had managed to outlive quite a few family members who were younger than her. She had always been an extremely superstitious woman, with a bit of spiritual beliefs mixed in at times to what she was talking about.

It gave some relatives chills with what she would say. Others would entirely disregard what she said, writing it off as a result of her old age. Some took a bit more consideration into what she spoke often about. When she had been a young woman, she had started having these intensely realistic dreams, all of which always featured a gorgeous meadow, filled with sunflowers, the smell of freshly baked bread drifted through the air. She met your grandfather shortly after the dreams started. He was a young man who worked as a baker, who was nicknamed Sunny by everyone close to him because of his bright eyes and smile. Now, your grandmother would always swear up and down that those dreams were a prophecy of sorts, a premonition if you will, and couldn't be convinced otherwise her entire life.

Some relatives deeply believed her theory surrounding her dreams, while others were skeptical. It made you think about the dreams that you've been having. However, those weren't exactly romantic or pleasant in nature, more so cryptic and uneasy. A dimly lit room with the only light source being a few illuminated green question marks, the smell of Ceder wood in the air, and most importantly.... That same riddle every time... for a moment, it brought Edward Nygma to mind, but you quickly pushed that notion out of your mind, after all, if it was meant to be some type of premonition of romance than why would it be so utterly bizarre in comparison to the peaceful dreams that your grandmother had spoken of?

Once you had arrived at work and clocked in, you couldn't stop yourself from getting lost in your own thoughts while you sat at the front desk. Thoughts of worry over your mother's condition, which, despite how much the hospital tried, only seemed to worsen with time. The fact that she most likely didn't have much time left has been eating away at you ever since you received the news from the doctor, and her hospital bills just kept increasing as well. You were so distracted by your thoughts that you didn't notice a certain someone approach the front desk. At least until you glanced up and nearly fell over in your seat as you saw Edward standing there, slightly leaned over the desk as he stared at you in silence.

"G-good grief! M-Mr Nygma... you startled me, I um... I didn't see you standing there..."

"Oh, that's perfectly fine! I just came here to return the books that I checked out..."

"Alright then... Well, just hand them to me, and I'll update our system to list them as returned."

He pulled the books out of a bag that he had with him, setting them down on the desk in front of you. You immediately got to work inputing everything necessary into the system and then put them over in a crate for Ashley to return to the proper shelves later. He was still staring at you, clearly lost in his own thoughts, whatever they were about.

"Um... so... Did you like the books that you borrowed?"

He snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of your voice, a smile crossing his face.

"Yes, I found them to be extremely enjoyable and to be quite fascinating!"

"That's good to hear... so is there anything else I can help you with? Or was that all?"

His face appeared to be somewhat flustered for a brief second before he cleared his throat.

"Um... N-no, that's all I needed... I'll be going now, I hope that you have a wonderful day!"

You watched as he walked away from the front desk. You couldn't help but wonder if he was just a nervous fellow in general or if there was something that made him particularly nervous. Ashley approached the desk and grabbed the crate, giving you a brief greeting as she walked off to put the returned books back on the shelves.

You could hear the light sound of what you assumed was rain hitting the roof of the library. The forecast did mention rain, luckily you remembered to bring an umbrella..... wait, oh damn it! You realized that it had slipped your mind to grab one on your way out of your apartment that morning, with how preoccupied your mind was. You let out a frustrated groan as you finished your shift. You already hated having to walk home so late in the evening, but in the rain as well?! It would be a nightmare. You reluctantly made your way outside, standing in the doorway of the library. The rain was coming down hard, and here you were, Umbrella less. great, just absolutely great..... you nearly fell down the front steps when you heard a voice behind you suddenly speak up.

"When the cloudy sky becomes dim, I come around. When it heats up, I evaporate, not to be found. What am i?"

"AH! O-oh! I-it's just you...."

There stood none other than Edward Nygma once again. Why was he still here at the library? You had no clue. He had his usual grin on his face as he moved his hand. You then noticed the umbrella being held above you.

"Rain, the answer is rain! A-anyway I noticed that you didn't have an umbrella with you earlier and since I didn't have anywhere that I needed to be, I figured that I'd wait for you so I could make sure that you didn't get soaked by the weather!"

"Oh, um... Thank you, I appreciate the offer, but you don't have to do that..."

"It's really no trouble at all... in fact, I insist..."

After a bit of back and forth, you eventually gave up and agreed to allow him to escort you home. The walk was quiet and a tad bit awkward as you both made your way through the streets of gotham. Once you couldn't handle the silence anymore, you spoke up.

"I really like your tie.... what is that on it? A question mark?"

His eyes lit up at your compliment, and he quickly adjusted his glasses.

"Why yes, it is! I'm so glad that you like it.... oh! Isn't this the address that told me earlier?"

You looked up, and sure enough, you had arrived at your apartment. You asked him if he wanted to come inside to sit down for a bit, but he declined and insisted that he needed to get back home.

"Um... Goodnight! I hope that you have pleasant dreams!"

"Goodnight, Mr Nygma...."

"P-please... just call me Edward or Ed... Mr Nygma is too formal."

After he left, you went about your nightly routine before laying down. Unbeknownst to the dreams that awaited you that night.

[mischivana]

Hi, I know that you are new but can you do prompt #2 when Jason Grace say this to the reader to confessed his love. SORRY ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

I Think I Might Be Falling in Love With You

Jason Grace x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Authors Note: hiiiii sorry this took so long!!! holidays have been hectic and I haven't had anytime at all to do anything. Semester finals are also next week so any other request will also be delayed until then so please be patient, I'll try to get things written asap!!

Jason Grace was a confusing person. Despite the fact that I'd known him for years in the legion, sometimes it felt like he was a total stranger. When he came back after his disappearance it was like I was looking at a new person even though he was the exact same before he left.

Currently, I was hunched over a table in the New Rome University library with him sat across from me. We were studying for midterms and he was helping me understand one of my worst subjects: Ancient Greek History.

Yes, we had won a war with them and yes some of our best friends were Greek but that didn't mean I knew their history as well as they did.

"Don't- don't laugh at me!" I said playfully as I watched him chuckle at me. I'd gotten an answer wrong and he laughed at me playfully. "It's not funny Jace! I'm gonna fail my midterm!" I said with another laugh.

"I'm not laughing- I'm not!" He said defensively, throwing up his hands playfully. "It's just-" He started again, tilting his head and looking at me "we've gone over Epictetus so many times now" he said, exaggerating his tiredness.

"can we stop....please?" I said with playfully pleading eyes. we've already been here for three hours and I was exhausted. We had a mini-starring contest before he let out a sigh. "Fine...it's getting pretty late anyway so-" he said, I looked out the windows and it was already dark.

"wanna stop to get food before heading back?" he said as he watched me put my stuff away. He threw his own bag over his right shoulder and got up. "Sure...there's that new Chinese place down the street from yours and Percy's apartment?" I suggested zipping up my own bag.

"Nah, I'm not in the mood for Chinese . Plus, it's Percy and Annabeth's weekly movie night so I can't go back for another 2 hours at least" He said as he checked the time on his phone. I was about to put my bag on my shoulder when he reached to grab it instead.

"Here, let me" he said grabbing my bag by its top handle in his left hand. "No- Jason you don't have to I can carry my own bag" I said as we started to walk slowly. "No, I don't mind. It's not like I can't handle it" he said as we continued to walk towards the front of the library.

He wasn't wrong about what he said. He was New Romes most trained soldier and was built like Michelangelo sculpted him out of marble. We started to walk on the side-walk towards me and Annabeth's apartment.

"what about that pizza shop next to your apartment building?" He said as we walked down the stairs. "We go there all the time Jason" I said playfully. "Yeah that's because they make really freaking good pizza" he replied without missing a beat.

"fine." I said dramatically with a laugh. We continued to walk to the pizza place on the corner next to the apartment building, talking miscellaneously until we reached the place. We ordered and sat down at a small two seater next to the widow and waited.

"I still don't understand, why was Nico upset when Will forced him into the infirmary?" he asked me confused. "Because Nico still doesn't understand that sleep is a basic human need" I said with a giggle. "right..." he said, confusion still in his voice. I just laughed again.

He looked at me with a certain look. One that I don't think he knew he was making. I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. Jason's emotions were hard to decode. He was a very hard person to read. He also had a hard time expressing his emotions. Like I said, he's a confusing person.

"I think I might falling in love with you"

I froze when he said that. it was so sudden. I wasn't expecting it. It threw me for a loop. I looked at him keeping my smile but with a slightly more confused look. "...what...?" I said gently.

He looked at me with a simple but puzzled look, almost of longing. "I...I'm not very...good at...this" he said quietly looking at me with the same expression. "I...I don't know if Im doing this right or if this is even what I'm feeling but...yeah... I think I might be falling in love with you" he said with an expression of longing.

"it's just that, whenever I'm with you...I feel complete" he started speaking again. "your smile always makes me happy and your laugh somehow makes me the happiest I've ever been" he continued. I smiled at him wider.

I looked in his eyes with the same expression. "I think...I think I might feel the same way" I said gently as I laid my hand over his on the table. He smiled at me and I smiled at him. We sat in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each others presence until the pizza came. We started to eat and continued to talk miscellaneously, smiling abut what juts happened.

By the time we got back to the apartment Percy had texted Jason letting him know that Annabeth had fallen asleep and would be staying over. We stopped in front of the apartment door and smiled at each other.

"well uhm...I'll meet you at the library to study tomorrow? Same time?" I said cheerfully, looking up at him. "uh..yeah!... yeah that sounds- that sounds good" He said with the same tone, his cheeky smile warming my heart as always.

We stood in silence for a moment longer before I carefully approached him. I stood on my tiptoes and gently kissed his cheek. I pulled away and smiled while grabbing my bag from him and unlocking my door "goodnight, Jason..." I paused as I opened the door.

I looked at him again, he had blush across his face and a small grin. "Y'know...we could have our own movie night? Cause Annie is sleeping over at your place with Percy..." I said quietly, looking at him with a small smile, a gentle blush across my face.

He looked at me with the same loving expression. "yeah...yeah I'd like that" he said gently. He walked up to me in the doorway and we looked at each other lovingly. we both knew what we were thinking but we didn't have to say it.

he gently leaned down and kissed me, I kissed back and held his hands at his sides. Yeah...I think we might have fallen in love with each other.

Hiiiiii, again Im so sorry this took SO long to get out. I hope you like it!

[hancocksspouse]

"you told me not to worry. You told me you were fine" with Hancock and Sole, please?

Ooooooh, I love fights between two pining idiots 🖤

I use Doll by default just because I know her very in depth but if ever you'd like it changed, let me know :)

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Cool, calm, and collected. Most people that met Hancock described him in exactly those words, no matter the situation. He knows how to keep a level-head, even in the most stressful and shitty situations which often times came in handy when hashing out an issue or spat of some type. In fact, his special talent for keeping the peace was one of the main reasons he made sure to stay back in Goodneighbor every so often in between his travels with Doll. Needed to make sure his people didn't miss him too much and everything was going smoothly.

So to say he may have sorta kinda maybe lost his cool when he came back to Sanctuary to see the atrocious state Doll was currently in would be a gross understatement.

He had been in Goodneighbor for a good two weeks. The well-being of his town and everyone within was not a matter he took lightly and wanted to be 100% secure in their well-being before he left once again to aid Doll on her quest for Shaun. To be fully honest with himself, he couldn't say he was completely comfortable with being away from Doll. Perhaps it was the extended amount of time they spent together or the comfort felt when in each other's presence or the ever present, chest rattling heart palpitations that shook his being when it became apparent to him how deeply he felt for her, but either way, his place was by her side and he planned to be back at it quickly.

The trip didn't take long, he had made it a hundred times over and by now, walking there was subconscious. A weight and anxiety lifted from his shoulders when the familiar statue and bridge came into view and he let out a deep sigh, a trail of cigarette smoke leaving him as his boots thumped against the decrepit wood. The worry wart in him did check in on her over radio while away, just to be sure she was alright and from what she told him, she was fine. Keeping busy and running the commonwealth as normal, so their radio chats weren't long, but it was enough for him. She said she was fine.

She wasn't fine.

Fast forward to now, he's trudging after Doll and for once, he's upset with her in a way he never expected he would ever be. He is angry in a way that someone can only be when they love you.

In the time he had been away, she had assured him she was doing just fine and was simply keeping busy with things that needed to be done. However, her exhausted, thinner, clearly haggard form was anything but fine. From the dark circles under her eyes, to the extra unruliness of her hair, to the way her clothes seemed to hang off of her in a way they didn't before, it was clear that she was not fine. And he keeps that in mind as he follows that clearly malnourished frame of his friend up into the woods near the Vault where she seems to be trying to avoid what she knows is inevitable.

"Doll!", he calls for what he thinks might be the third time since he saw her and she took off. "Doll, stop and talk to me! What the fuck is goin' on?!"

"Nothing is going on, Hancock, I'm fine", she replies, not looking back as she keeps walking. She manages to make it past the gate and onto the platform before a firm hand takes her shoulder and turns her, forcing her to face her distressed friend, who doesn't know what to do.

"Doll, I'm gonna ask you one more time what is goin' on and this time I want you to tell me the fuckin' truth", he says, his jaw clenched. A frown takes over her face and she looks down at the platform beneath them as she folds her arms and shakes her head.

"Nothing. I've just been busy, I'm fine", she insists, but he's known her too long to believe that.

"You told me not to worry. You told me you were fine", he slowly says, his tone lower but the clear distress and frustration present in his voice. "And because you're my friend, I believed you. I have never had a reason to doubt you, Doll. But based on what I'm seein', you weren't bein' honest with me and I'll admit, I'm actually real fuckin' hurt by that."

A silence takes over for a long time, long enough for the guilt within Doll to rise while the anger in Hancock lowers. Neither one moves from their spot and before long, the faucet in Doll's eyes begin to leak slowly, her head still hanging.

"...I'm sorry", she almost whimpers out and worry in him rises once again.

"Doll, you look fuckin' sickly! You haven't taken care of yourself since I left, it's pretty fuckin' obvious! What the hell is goin' on?! Why didn't you tell me?! You said you were okay!" he says, his feelings getting the better of him. "You told me you were alright and to not worry about you! And it's real damn clear to me you ain't alright and I'm way past worried!"

She won't make eye contact, looking off to the side while the tears continue to flow and she keeps her arms around herself. Hancock takes a deep breath and rubs his eyes. If he doesn't get a handle on himself now, he'll cry, too. And he doesn't want to do that until he knows what has caused his friend such a rapid and sudden decline.

"...I-I had forgotten", she starts, making him look down at her while she rubs her arms, almost as if she were trying to comfort herself. "I had forgotten wh-what day was coming u-up. A-and then, the day after you left, I checked and...I remembered and..."

Doll begins to struggle with words as she slowly becomes more and more upset.

"Talk to me", he calmly says. "What is it? What did you remember?"

For a moment, she tries to fight down the heavy sob shaking her chest and she wipes her face before looking up at him.

"...It was mine and Nate's anniversary", she manages to say thru her cracked voice.

His shoulders sag at her words and his anger evaporates as his heart clenches in his chest. It became crystal clear to him what happened and while he may not have been in the same boat for the same reason, he still very much knew exactly what state she was in. He had fallen into those depressive episodes himself a few times and understood how hard they were to get out of.

"Oh, Doll", he murmurs, pulling her to him and holding her tightly. "Doll, I had no idea..."

The dam breaks and she sobs against his chest, clinging to him.

"I-I'm so sorry, I sh-should've told you a-and I didn't w-wanna be alone, b-but you were gone and busy and I-I didn't wanna worry you and-", but he shakes his head, keeping her safely against him.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. I understand the sentiment, I do, but I would rather you tell me so I can help you get thru it instead of fightin' it all alone and hurtin' yourself. If you can sit and laugh with me, you can sit and cry with me, too. And that ain't somethin' you should be sittin' and cryin' about alone", he gently says, his cheek rested against the top of her head. "If I ask you if you're okay, it's because I genuinely wanna know if you are and if you're not, I wanna help you fix it".

A bubble of guilt wells up in her and she cries harder, knowing he was right and feeling bad for lying to him. But he simply holds onto her while she cries for as long as she needs.

Because now, she's crying here with him instead of alone in her house, staring forlorn at a cracked picture frame of a family that never had a chance.

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Oof, that hurt lol but I hope you still enjoyed it, friend!

-Hancock's spouse

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

little sunshine. - the moon will sing

cardinal copia x sister of sin!reader part 2.

masterlist. / little sunshine masterlist.

a/n: Heya!! sorry this took a while, I've been traveling and celebrating my birthday! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings/things to note: pure fluff, fem reader, possible hints of autism in copia (i swear it's unintentional), slightly suggestive towards the end but otherwise it's just pure fluff, tbh just him being really shy and awkward but also romantic, he's just really in love with you

word count: 2,091 words

After dinner, you quickly went back to your room to change your shoes, opting out your black heels for your more worn-out black tennis shoes, along with a more comfortable pair of clothes that you didn't mind getting dirty. You went down to the dining hall and waited at the entrance, watching as the other Siblings of Sin leave. Finally, Copia was the last one out of the dining hall, in his usual black cassock. You honestly preferred the black one over the red one, it was easier on the eyes and made him less noticeable at night. Wait, wasn't he wearing his red one earlier? You couldn't remember.

Copia wandered around, looking for you. "Hey, Cardi." You called. The poor guy nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw you simply right next to him. "O-Oh! Sister! Sister, hi!" he sputtered out, a dumb smile on his face as he waved at you awkwardly. You couldn't help but chuckle, giving him a small wave in return.

You could tell he was nervous. He never really understood romance, and he was so happy he'd finally gotten the balls to ask you out, but at the same time he didn't want to do anything to upset you. It overwhelmed Copia, but at the same time, it was like he was a child at Christmas.

"So, shall we go? I heard from a few Earth ghouls that the moonlace flowers are in full bloom tonight." You carried on with the conversation, already turning your body to head to the back entrance.

Copia's smile grew at your words. "I-I'd love to come and see the moonlace flowers with you. Can I... I, uh... can I take your hand...? Please?" He looked at you nervously. He'd never asked to do something like that before, but he wanted to very badly. All he wanted was to be close to you. But he was terrified of rejection.

"My.. hand? Oh! Uh, sure, maybe when we get there!" You nodded, still not quite comfortable with physical touch from him yet. Sure, you'd pass by each other in the halls and when he came into the playroom to check on how the little ones were doing from time to time, but never in your life had you imagined him in that way. So instead, you decided to distract him by turning on your heel and starting off towards the gardens.

Copia followed you, he was silent for the most part. But when the two of you reached outside, he started to walk side by side with you. As he stared at your gorgeous features, he couldn't help but feel the feelings he felt wash over him. He had never felt this way about anyone before. He wanted to tell you how beautiful you were, even if you weren't in your habit you were still breathtaking in his eyes. Your smile, your laughter... he wanted to just take you in his arms and never let go until the end of time.

Eventually he cleared his throat and spoke. "Um... Sister.. you're really pretty, you know that?" he asked, trying to play the romantic game.

You chuckled, deciding to tease him again as a smirk grew on your lips. "Yes, in fact I do. You tell me every time you see me."

Copia looked out towards the lake, embarrassed. "S-Sorry.." he muttered, feeling his face grow hot. He took another deep breath before he spoke again. "Hey... Sister? Can I ask you a question that's.. it's, um.. not exactly romantic."

You were looking at the plants as the two of you walked, Copia's voice pulling you out of your thoughts. "Oh, sure." You nodded, continuing to stroll with him on the path in between the plants. He looked up and saw that the both of you were surrounded by numerous plants and flowers, the moon was high in the sky, the air was crisp and cool. It was perfect. He wanted to tell you about how your beauty radiated in the moonlight, but he chose to ask his question first.

"Be honest.... what do you think of me? I- I mean, really think of me?"

"What do I think of you? Hm..." you echoed, thinking hard. "Well, I think you're funny, caring, shy, sweet... and a little bit weird. But it's a good thing, we're all weird in our own way." You chuckled as you ran your hand across the petals in a flower bush as you continued to walk deeper into the garden.

Copia stopped briefly, looking up at the moon with a smile. "You think I'm weird?" he chuckled at that, you understood him better than Imperator did. It impressed him. "Hey, Sister.." he trailed off as he caught up with you, "Can... can I tell you how I really feel about you?" He spoke softly, looking towards you. He needed to tell you. The words were bubbling in his throat, threatening to boil over at any given moment.

You nodded. "Alright, it seems fair enough. What do you think of me?"

Copia took a deep breath, looking up at the stars. "Sorella- Sister.. The truth is, the real truth now, it I'm more than just 'weird' for you. I... I like you so very much. I have for a while now, you make me feel a way I've never felt before. You're so beautiful it hurts my heart to just look at you. I... I want to be your everything, and I've wanted to tell you that for so long."

His words made you pause for a moment, your hand stopping on a pink hibiscus petal. "Oh... that's nice." You mentally cursed yourself for actually saying that out loud, quickly covering your mouth with your hand as your face turned almost as pink as the hibiscus. "Oh, gosh.. I didn't mean to say that out loud, haha..." You tried to recover by chuckling, however it came out strained and uncomfortable. "What I meant to say was, I'm flattered you think of me that way. You're very poetic."

His heart dropped to his feet. You didn't give him an answer he was expecting. He thought you were rejecting him. He didn't realize you were about to say something as he was too dejected to continue. "Well, I... I best be off, the gardens do seem lovely, but I should be getting back to my room."

"Whoa, whoa, wait! I wasn't finished talking!" You grabbed his forearm just as he turned to leave. You looked deeply into his mismatched eyes, begging him to stay. Copia was surprised and very nervous. He tried to calm himself down, tried to speak, but he couldn't. Th emost he could get out was a stutter. "I... uh...w-what..? What did you, I... huh?"

You noticed his hands were shaking madly, and you understood immediately that he thought you were turning him down. You kept silent, instead moving your hand down from his forearm and into the palm of his hand, lacing your fingers in between his. "You said you wanted to hold my hand earlier, right?" You smiled, starting to lead him deeper into the garden so that no one at the Abbey could see or hear you two clearly.

When you were sure no one could, you spoke again. "Cardi, I'd love to be with you. But... y'know... I'm a Sister of Sin, and you're... a Cardinal. Rumors are bound to spread. Personally, I don't care about rumors if they're about me. But I'm just concerned if they're about you. Are you okay with that?"

"Y..Yes. I don't care if there's rumors, as long as I'm with you." he nodded, smiling at you. "I want to hold you, I want to kiss you, I want to devote everything to you. I don't care what anyone thinks."

This brought a wide smile to your face, and your blushing cheeks were more visible in the moonlight as you looked up at him, unknowingly making your face glow with a certain... aura. There wasn't a word to describe it that did it justice; beautiful was an understatement. You giggled- music to his ears- and gently squeezed his hand tighter with a playful smile. "Y'know, for someone who's very shy and has a constant stutter, you're actually really good with words. If I didn't know any better, I'd suspect you've been hanging around Papa Terzo a lot."

Copia's heart fluttered at your response, bringing a smile to his lips. "Aw, y-you know I don't mean to stutter." He was always so embarrassed when he did it, and it brought him so much shame. But you understood him. You chuckled again. "I know, I'm just messing with you. You're cute when you get all flustered like that." You loved to tease him; it was so easy, how could you resist?

Copia also chuckled at that. Damn, you were so cute. He couldn't wait any longer, hesitating for a second before speaking up.

"Sister, may I.. would it be alright if I kissed you?"

You were about to say yes, then you realized you forgot to brush your teeth after dinner. You slightly panicked, mumbling something in return before whipping around so your back faced him, digging in your pocket for a breath mind and chewing on it with intense speed. When you were finished, you whirled back around and faced him. "Um, you didn't see that."

He let out a laugh. "Oh, alright, I didn't see anything." he said in a playful tone, grabbing your hands and getting closer to you so that he could stare into your gorgeous eyes. His hand slid out of yours and rested comfortably on your hip. Your hand rested comfortably on his shoulder in return. When you noticed his hesitation, you tilted your head, a kittenish expression on your face. "So? What are you waiting for?"

Copia's heart beat out of his chest as if it were trying to escape his body. He got a teensy bit closer to you, his hands still on your hips. He took in a deep breath, muttering an "okay, okay. I got this." It took almost every fiber in your body to not giggle at him, but you found it extremely adorable. Finally, after what felt like forever, he leaned in with closed eyes and his lips met yours. It felt like they were meant to be together all along. He was finally happy.

And so were you! It didn't feel like lust or sexual urge, it was the comforting feeling of knowing that this was the right way to love. Of course, you naturally kissed back, feeling yourself smile as his little pencil mustache tickled your upper lip.

Copia sighed against you, his lips and tongue playing against your own. He held you tighter, his eyes still closed and embracing you. The kiss was electric, Copia couldn't think about the world around him. You were all that mattered, and your kiss was all that he needed. He felt like this was what he had been searching for for so long. He couldn't believe he'd finally found it, it was perfect.

When you finally pulled away, you were left breathless. Apparently so was Copia, whom you noticed had a hard time getting oxygen back into his lungs and coming down from his dopamine high. You tittered, putting the tips of your fingers to your mouth. "Was that your first kiss?"

Copia panted as he tried to catch his breath. His face was as red as a tomato, his legs shaking beneath him as he tried to find balance again after the incredible experience he had just gone through. He smiled as he exhaled, clearing his throat. "Um, y-yes, Sister. It was. This- this was all I've ever wanted."

You smiled cheekily. "You really do love me, huh?" you teased, now playing with a lock of his hair, brushing it away from his face. "Well, it's a good thing you're pretty." you pecked him on the cheek, giggling as you led him to the middle of the garden.

Copia smirked and blushed at your joke. "Oh, Sister, don't play with me. I love you, and you know that I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world. That smile is... it's even more than enough to make me fall in love with you."

As the two of you sat down on a bench, he put his head to yours and gazed at the flowers ahead. "You're perfect, you know that?"

You nodded, smirking. "Yeah. I'm aware."

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Can we get another part of soap becoming monsterghosts handler???

Screaming!! Crying!! So happy someone was interested in that au!!!

Part 1 and part 2

Ghost quietly got ready. He tied his wings down flat and attempted at making himself presentable. His... muzzle was made to still look like a skull and prevent anyone from seeing his face. All for "his comfort", they had explained.

Ghost avoided thinking of when he woke up like this. Roba had found out about the experiments used to make things like him and tried his hand at it. It had been horrible. Waking up flawed. Fundamentally changed.

When Price had found him, he explained that he should've been able to shift back. Had gotten advice and tried to help him. Unfortunately, Ghost was wrong and stuck like this.

He avoided looking in mirrors usually, but he had to check now. The thing staring at him was unnatural. Too big and bulky, even with his wings tied flat. His eyes stared back. Still human at least. Still Simon.

He covered his mirror back up and went outside, marching to the meeting. Ghost perched in the back, mostly hidden by the shadows of the room and stayed there, only visible by the white of his mask.

Soap came in first and almost jumped out of his skin. He smiled at him once he realized who it was and stood nearby. Not within reach, just... nearby. It unsettled Ghost.

Price talked the entire time. Gaz was there, another human though Ghost didn't talk with him much, and Alejandro. Ghost wasn't sure about Alejandro. He never stated he was human, but he never did anything to suggest otherwise. Though if he was like Ghost, he was much better at keeping it hidden. Rodolfo... maybe was one. He was second in command, made more sense for him. But he had never shown anything to indicate he was anything but human either.

Alejandro flashed him a smile, as if he felt Ghost staring at him and Ghost quickly looked to Soap instead.

Soap was... a person. He was pretty normal. His hair looked dumb though. Ghost kept staring, tracing his features and looking him over. He'd steal his file later, to learn more. It wouldn't exactly be the worst thing he'd done recently. Price would be a little upset at him but Price was Price.

"Ghost." Speak of the devil.

Ghost flicked his eyes over to Price. "Yes, sir."

"You'll be showing Soap the base, understood?"

"Affirmative, sir." He hissed it through gritted teeth and he could see how Gaz tensed just a little at the tone.

"Good. You two are dismissed. Colonel Alejandro I believe...." They started talking but Ghost paid in no mind. He had his orders and he wasn't interested in whatever they had going on. Soap looked up at him.

"It's going to be great getting to work with you, sir." He smiled.

Ghost narrowed his eyes and brushed past him. He kept a brisk pace so Soap had to job to keep up with him. To his credit, he didn't complain, just walked faster.

"It's exciting right? We worked so well together on the previous mission."

Ghost side eyed him but Soap did not get the hint.

"Now, I know I'll be your handler, but like before, you're still my Lt, yeah? I was thinking you could call most of the shots until we ge-"

"Shut up." Ghost said coldly.

"Oh." Soap paused. "Not happy about the change?"

"To you, this is an exciting chance for fucking career development. For me, I just got a fucking demotion. The fact I have to have a handler is fucking stupid. Do you think I'm untrustworthy and feral?" He swung around, leaning down so he was in Soap's face.

"Only a little feral. I trust you." Soap smiled again. He did that a lot.

Ghost huffed at him and kept walking.

"So where's your room?"

"Why?"

"I'll need to know for later."

"You're not allowed in my room."

"I feel you're being unnecessarily cruel to me, Simon." Soap teased.

Ghost faltered before quietly saying. "Don't call me that."

"It's your name, isn't it?" He didn’t sound mean, just confused.

"Ghost. My name is Ghost. Simon is a dead man."

Soap gave him a side eyed glance this time, as if weighing his options.

“Alright, Ghost.”

Ghost did show him his room. Reluctantly. He didn’t let him in, just let him look around for a moment from the door and then shoved him forward so he could show him the mess.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Ghost remembered how Soap acted around the other guys. Class clown behavior.

“Why is it so easy to shoot a fish in a barrel?”

Soap smiled. “Why?”

“Its already in the gun.” Ghost deadpanned. There was a beat of silence before Soap started laughing.

“Good one, Lt.” Soap hummed and eventually thought of one. They traded jokes back and forth for a minute. The dumb man had to ruin it.

“Why are you still shifted?” Soap’s eyes flicked to the muzzle and Ghost knew what he really meant. His ears flicked and those blue eyes moved to catch it.

“Can’t shift back. But you knew that. They would’ve given you a file that went over it all. You want to know why i can’t shift back.”

“I did ask why, yes.”

Ghost just managed to keep his composure. “You read the file. Defective is in Fucking bold.”

“But I’m asking you. Not the file.” Soap put his arms behind his back in a parade stance. “Why?”

Ghost reached over and patted his head. His giant hands looked even bigger next to him. It was odd. He knew Soap was average sized, but still. “Go Fuck yourself. And that’s the end of the tour.” He walked away from him.

“We’ll train tomorrow Yeah?”

“You hope.”

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pairings ❧ steve harrington x reader

summary ❧ nancy, jonthan, and (y/n) investigate the strange events that keep occurring in their small town

warnings ❧ female!reader, shit writing, implications of sex

word count ❧ 1k

additional notes ❧ none ´･ᴗ･`

The day seems to drag on incessantly as I drown in my own pool of sorrow.

As I'm sitting at lunch, Tommy and Carol crack their typical 'humorous' remarks, triggering an unsettling feeling within me.

"I still think that creep killed him." Tommy says referring to Jonathan while spooning food into his mouth.

"He's such a freak." Carol comments, laughing.

Steve shoots his friends a look before he glances at me with a concerned expression. To my surprise, he rests his hand on my thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze, leaving it there, before returning to his food.

Steve doesn't bring up what happened last night.

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"The brown current ran swiftly out of the heart of darkness, bearing us down towards the sea with twice the speed of our upward progress. And Kurtz's life was running swiftly, too—"

I slump in my seat, absorbing this incredibly boring lecture as the day reaches its conclusion. Suddenly the office lady walk in and halts the teacher's speech.

Thank god.

"(Y/n) Henderson and Nancy Wheeler? If you would come with me, please," She says motioning for us to walk with her.

With exhaustion dragging me down, I rise from my chair and shuffle after the lady through the classroom door to the empty cafeteria - a tense scene awaiting. There, Mrs. Wheeler sits, across from two officers, who look at Nancy and I with stern expressions, which causes my heart to quicken with anticipation.

Nancy sits down next to her mom and I sit myself down next to Nancy.

"We're here to discuss the whereabouts of your friend, Barbra Holland." One of the deputies says, with a notepad in hand.

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"So, this argument you and Barbra had... What exactly was it about?" The officer, Powell asks.

"It wasn't really an argument..." Nancy says hesitantly, "Barb just wanted to leave. I didn't, so, I... I told her to just go home."

"Then what?" Powell asks.

"Then I went upstairs to put on some dry clothes." Nancy continues.

"And the next day," Powell says, "You guys went back and saw, a bear, you're thinking?"

"We don't know what it was... but we think..." I pipe in, "We think maybe it took, Barb."

"You need to check behind Steve's house—" Nancy starts.

"We did. There's nothing there." The other officer, Callahan, says shaking his head, "There's no sign of a bear."

"And there's no car." Powell finishes.

"What?" I say, as Nancy and I glance at each other.

"Look, we figure that Barbra came back last night and then she took off, went somewhere else." Callahan says.

"Has she ever talked to either of you about running off?" Powell asks, "Leaving town, maybe?"

"No," Nancy says shaking her head, "No, Barb wouldn't do that, ever."

"She wasn't maybe upset about the fact that you were spending time with this boy?" Powell asks, "Uh, Steve Harrington?"

"What? No." Nancy says uncomfortably.

"Maybe she was jealous because she saw you go up to Steve's room?" Callahan presses and Mrs. Wheeler looks at Nancy pointedly.

"It wasn't like that." Nancy argues.

"Like what?" Callahan asks.

"Steve and me... We're..." Nancy's starts, "We're just friends. We just talked."

Callahan looks down at his notes and I avert my gaze to the window, hiding my jealousy.

"Now was this before or after you changed out of your clothes?"

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After riding my bike home, I grab a snack from the fridge as the phone begins to ring. I walk over to the phone holding it between my shoulder and ear. Opening the wrapper for my snack, I take a bite while answering the call.

"Henderson residence." I say into the phone.

"(Y/n)?" I hear Jonathan's voice through the speaker.

"This is she," I reply.

"Uh, could you help me with something?" He says hesitantly.

"Of course, what is it?" I ask, leaning against the wall.

"I need to organize Will's funeral and I just can't do it alone." He responds solemnly.

"Oh..."

"You don't have to, I just—"

"No, no, it's okay Jonathan," I say, reassuring the boy, "Pick me up in ten minutes?"

"Okay."

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Jonathan arrives at my house approximately ten minutes later. As he drives us to the funeral home, my thoughts wander to the difference between riding with him and sitting in Steve's car. Jonathan's car is cold and bleak while Steve's car is warm and causes my emotions to buzz with excitement.

Jonathan pulls up outside the funeral home and we both head inside. An old man greets us with a sad smile and guides us over to view the available caskets.

"It's made of soft wood with a crepe interior," The old man says gently, "Uh, now, I don't know what your budget is but over there, we have copper and bronze." He says leading us over to more caskets.

Nancy walks in through the entrance, her steps slow and hesitant. Jonathan and I notice her arrival, prompting her to offer us a wave that mirrors her anxious demeanor.

"Can you just give us a second?" Jonathan stammers before we walk over to Nancy.

"Of course." The man says kindly.

"Hey." Jonathan greets.

"Hey, Nance." I say.

"Hey..." She says, "Your mom, um... she said you'd be here."

"I just... can we talk for a second?"  Nancy continues nervously.

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"It looks like it could be some kind of perspective distortion, but I wasn't using the wide angle." Jonathan says looking at the taped picture Nancy hands him after we sit down on a bench.

"I don't know. It's weird" He continues handing the picture back to Nancy.

"And you're sure you didn't see anyone else out there?" Nancy asks.

"No." Jonathan replies, "She was there one second and then, um... gone. I figured she bolted."

"The cops think that she ran away." Nancy says sadly, "But they don't know Barb."

"And we went back to Steve's... and we thought we saw something..." I say.

Some weird man or...I don't know what it was." Nancy finishes with a sigh before looking at Jonathan.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here today." She stands, "I'm so sorry."

"What did he look like?" Jonathan says abruptly.

"What?" Nancy asks turning back around.

"This man you guys saw in the woods." Jonathan says, "What'd he look like?" He repeats.

"I don't know," Nancy stammers, "It was almost like he... he didn't have—"

"Didn't have a face?"

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synopsis: "Macaque has trust issues and won't tell you anything about him, how will things work out? will it be good, bad or worse?"

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word count: 1.5k words

cont. warning: angst, accidental injury, arguing, crying

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Things were difficult when it came to Macaque. Always wanting to be this 'standoff-ish' villain when in reality he's hurt, scared, and insecure; Not interested in revealing his emotions as he thinks this makes him weak or insignificant.

He was slowly starting to open himself up to Mk and his crew, but he was never open with you. Even though you were his wife and if he was uncomfortable he should say something.

But he was scared; Scared of how you'd see him and how you'd react to his past. And he had every right to be considering how you were twice as powerful if not more than him and even leaving your first husband for him which he doesn't even know the real reason why.

"Hey did Macaque tell you about him and Wukong?" Mk starts the conversation with you as Macaque helped with training Mei and Redson in combat, being distracted to not pay too much attention to what you were speaking about. "What do you mean?" You look down at the apprentice whilst checking scrolls sent from Nezha; His eyes widen as if he saw a ghost.

"That's strange, I thought he'd talk to you about why he and Wukong even kicked off in the first place considering you were his wife." He replies and shrugs it off as he pours a glass of lemonade, but you stopped your work to understand what exactly he meant; Did he and Wukong have a relationship when he met you? Should you be worried about where he's going at night? but Mk explains the situation to you, leaving you sighing in relief.

"Still though I'd speak to him about it, the fact that you don't know and you heard from me worries me, maybe it's best at night you talk to him about it."

It's 9:00, Macaque guides them to the sandy shores of his home and watches them fly off into the city before turning and leaving for his home. Stretching and coming to your shared room to snuggle for the night.

"Hey, is something wrong?" Macaque inquires when you don't react to his hugs, flicking one of his ears when you sigh and dog ear your book. Tempted to ask Macaque about your conversation

"What happened between you and Wukong?"

Macaque looks to the side and sits up, as if not wanting to answer the question and trying to change the subject. But you weren't going to allow him to do so unless he explains what happened. "I don't wanna talk about it." he tries to change the subject.

"Macaque it's not fair that you go and speak to others and not at least tell me." You sit up and fold your arms whilst glaring at his back, his tail flicks as he groans in annoyance. "Y/n we've talked about this" "Talked about what? because I know absolutely nothing about you."

"That's because I don't want you to know." "It's not fair that you go and tell people everything about you when I don't know jack shit!!"

You're now standing up, your arms still folded as you glare him down harder. He can feel your anger building and he knows he could've told you. It wasn't fair to you that you were always the last to know any information about him.

"Y/n stop." "NO, I WON'T. WHY WON'T YOU BE HONEST WITH ME AND TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON? WHY AM I ALWAYS THE LAST PERSON TO KNOW ANY INFORMATION ABOUT YOU?" "BECAUSE THIS IS THE REACTION I CAN'T HANDLE WHEN YOU'RE UPSET." "THEN BE HONEST WITH ME MACAQUE, WHAT'S THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN YOU AND WUKONG?" "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST STAY OUT OF MY BUSINESS? IF I CAN'T TELL YOU I WON'T OK?!"

He yells as you stood in front of him, accidentally pushing you into the wall behind you and letting the back of your head bleed; Your hand stares at your blood in disbelief as he holds a hand over his mouth before trying to help you up. Only to be pushed by you onto the bed as you pack a bag to stay at your parents for a few days as he tries (and fails) to stop you from leaving the house.

"Get out of my way." "Y/n please-" "You don't trust me so what's the point of even staying? Move out of my way Macaque." He pleads with you as you try to get him to move, refusing to budge and trying to calm you down before things get even more heated

"Y/n-" "Macaque I'm not afraid of hurting you. Get. Out. Of. My. Way"

You warn, finally moving out of the doorframe so you could be able to fly off to your parents; Holding your hand as if to plead with you a final time to not go. Yanking it away from him and zooming off to the celestial realm.

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"Cmon sweetie we're gonna be late!" "Coming dear~"

Your father laughs and spins your mother around before kissing her, giggling like teenagers as they share a sweet moment before hearing a sudden knock on their door. "Who would be here at this time of the night?" Your mother inquires and looks through the peephole, your dad wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing her neck as he asks who was at the door.

"My Baby!" Your mom swings open the door to find you standing there, your face a mess of tears and sniffles as you hugged your mother whilst she consoles you. "What happened?! Is everything alright at home?" Your father is now in the kitchen making hot cocoa for you as you hid in your blanket, your mom gently patting down your back as she wipes away your tears.

"Why won't he trust me, mom?" "Whatever do you mean dear?" your mother, confused as she tries to console you to no avail. Your tears grew thicker and your whimpers louder. "Am I just that untrustworthy? why can't people just be honest with me?"

You hid in your blanket and start sobbing, your tears uncontrollable as you refused to reveal yourself from within the blanket. Wanting to stay hidden forever till you either die or move on; Your father gently places your hot cocoa and cookies on the coffee table and sits beside you as he gently pats your back. Your mother looks at him with worry, and your father does the same; Putting two together and realizing what's happening.

"Sometimes, it's best to keep secrets dear." "I know that dad, but I don't know anything about him. It's like I have to ask his friends what he likes when doesn't even try to share his interests with me, it's not fair." You whimper as more tears stained your blanket. Your father wipes away the tears from your eyes and gives you a handkerchief to blow in.

"How about this? Why don't you stay here for a few days and we'll figure something out? How does that sound?" Your father suggests as you mope. Sniffling, you look back at him with genuine guilt as you didn't want to intrigue in their privacy "Are you sure?" "Of course we are, although we had somewhere going, we can hold it off for the night." Your mother insists as she gets up to carry in your bags before you held onto her arm.

"No, you guys can go. It's only fair" you reply and stand up whilst stretching, your mother laughs and gently squishes your cheeks before kissing your forehead. "Aw ok, but we have a delivery coming tomorrow so could you be a dear and collect it for us?" she now holds her suitcase with her gentle hands as your father goes outside to pack up the rest of their luggage. She hugs you a final time as he honks the car, giggling and hurrying to him before waving you off, a gentle smile on her face as you wave to her back with your blanket still covering you as they drove off.

'I hope they end up there safe.' you mutter and enter your home, packing away your things and doing whatever chores needed to be done before taking a shower and going to bed. Looking at your ceiling, the only thing glowing in the dark was your stickers. Smiling at the memory before slowly falling asleep.

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"Do you think she'll be alright?" your mother worries as she looks at her phone, staring at your childhood photos as her husband gently holds her thigh before kissing her, "I'm sure she will, besides she's a strong girl just like her mother." awaiting the thick traffic to clear up as he shares a kiss with her before feeling something heavy jump onto the truck of the car.

"Mr and Mrs [l/n], parents of [y/n], and leaving for a trip to New Mexico." the figure chuckles as he waltzes to the car door, the car window automatically rolling down for him to peer in.

"What do you want Macaque?"

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