#the walk is so pretty if you’re ever there I highly suggest doing it!

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Destiel Hot Summer - Picturesque ☀️

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

I don't know if this has been done before, if it has ignore my ask but i was wondering if you could do a set of headcanons explaining how the boys show love? Like do they compliment? Do they do things for their s/o? Are they constantly expressing affection or is it special when they show love? Do they do grand gestures or is it more of a low-key thing? Again I haven't read all of your posts so if this has been done already I'm sorry. It feels like something that would have been done before but I can't find it.

A/N: This request has been making its round in the fandom, but I haven’t done this yet! I’ve done dating headcanons before, but not an in-depth of how the boys show their love! Thank you so much for requesting, I was super jazzed to write this!

DARRY CURTIS

For Darry, I definitely think he’s acts of service or quality time as his giving love language, and maybe words of affirmation for receiving?

He’s giving the vibes that he’d always be trying to do things for you or having you around, I really think those moments are seriously when he’s the most happy and thriving

So for acts of service specifically, I can see him being the boyfriend to carry your bags or hold doors for you, cook you dinner, or do chores around the house that benefit you like picking up your favorite foods when he goes grocery shopping

Also! Doing your laundry! Got a feeling you’re spending so much time around the house, your clothes work themselves into the laundry cycle and Darry makes sure to leave them on the foot of the bed for you, carefully folded up

And with quality time, he just likes having you around him, y’know? It’s kind of self-explanatory-

Boyo just wants to be with you, watching a movie, cooking, shopping, sitting, working, watching, Darry wants to be at your side and just stay there, hanging out in your orbit

SODAPOP CURTIS

Physical touch and words of affirmation as his giving love language and quality time as his receiving language!

I think Sodapop has a little problem with wondering if people really like him or not? Like if they just think he’s pretty or actually like him? So going out of your way to hang out with him makes him feel really appreciated

But he’s definitely gotta have his hands on you, both as a way to get out all of his chaotic energy and as a way of loving on you at all hours of the day!

Hands on your waist, keeping you close when you go dancing, toying with your fingers, or nuzzling along the line of your jaw when you cuddle, Sodapop is very tactile and very dexterous

And the words of affirmation, oh my good Lord, this boy will shower you with so much sweetness that you’ll feel like you took a bath in syrup

He thinks you’re pretty, thinks you’re smart, thinks you’re incredible, gorgeous, hard-working, lovely, funny, you’re everything to him and he’s gonna let you know it every day

PONYBOY CURTIS

Pony’s giving love languages are words of affirmation and quality time and his receiving is physical touch because I say so

Pet his hair, kiss his cheek, lace your fingers with his and tug him around, pressing into his side, Pony absolutely melts whenever you touch him

Words are really kind of his thing? He’s a writer babes, let me just tell you, you’re gonna be immortalized in his writing as his muse, forever and ever no matter what happens between you two

He writes you love letters and little notes, chock full of compliments and affirmatives about how much he cares about you! I highly suggest keeping these and thumbing at the corners when you miss him <3

And quality time? You guys do spend a lot of time together, but it’s usually around the guys, so Ponyboy does try and take some time out so it’s just the two of you guys together 

You go to the movies together a lot, do your homework together (either at his place or yours), and go on walks to watch the sunset like the hopeless romantics you both are!

DALLAS WINSTON

You can argue with me all you want, but Dally’s receiving is words of affirmation and his givings are acts of service and physical touch

He may be all big and tough, but Dally’s got a soft spot for you and your words always manage to resonate with him, he values your thoughts and opinions over anyone else’s

Yes, I know that he’s an asshole with a bunch of unresolved trauma, but he’s got some gallant traits and I think that he knows how to treat a lover, knows how to be a good person 

He defends you endlessly, guards your drink, picks you up from wherever you are, and takes you out all the time. Dally wants to do things for you, okay? Ya might as well let him do what he wants

And physical touch is such a straightforward concept for him, you can’t look me in the eye and convince me that he’s not one of the touchiest boys, you just can’t, okay?

So many kisses you think you’ll never breathe again, hands finding homes in the dips of your hips or the pockets of your jeans, linking his fingers with yours to give you a little more freedom but still keeping you close when you guys go out!

JOHNNY CADE

Johnnycake my beloved, I’m gonna give him words of affirmation and acts of service for giving and words of affirmation as receiving too!

I think he’s got a rough relationship with touch that’s too long to discuss here, but I really do think he flourishes under compliments! Tell him he’s smart, tell him you like his hair when it’s ungreased, just tell him you like him for crying out loud- 

Johnny likes to talk with you? Which seems weird cause he’s often painted as this shy and quiet kid who never really talks to anyone, but he’s got some sass, we see it when he’s with Ponyboy

So he talks with you and I kid you not, every other statement out of his mouth is a compliment your way, he’s constantly praising you for every little thing under the sun, I’m not even joking

And he’s always down to do things for you! You need something, he’s jumping to get it for you or already giving up what he has to give it over to you

Johnny’s personally offended whenever you try to downplay your needs or thoughts, he wants so badly to help you out and show you how much he loves you, I’m begging you just ask if you need something 

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

This handsy little man definitely has physical touch as one of his giving languages and I think gift-giving is another! I’m torn between acts of service and quality time as his receiving

Two-Bit likes having you around and will often call you up just to hang out or join him on whatever adventure he finds himself in, whether that’s just watching his sister or hitting up a part in the neighborhood

He shows a lot of his love through little trinkets? You’ve probably got shelves full of the little doo-dads he’s given you-

Some of them are stolen, some of them were handmade, and some were actually bought, but all of them, you can rest assured, were given to you with nothing but love and adoration

Hands, hands, hands, if Two’s not touching you, he’s not going to have a good day and he will throw a hellacious fit if you don’t let him keep at least one finger linked with yours

Two likes to have his hands on your hips or tracing the lines of your body, he’s a sucker for your eyes and likes to draw shapes on your skin, especially over your stomach and shoulder blades!

STEVE RANDLE

Love languages for Steve-o are acts of service and words of affirmation for giving and physical touch for receiving!

I think he’d benefit from you showering him in hugs and kisses? Tracing the greased swirls of his hair and squeezing his hand whenever you go to link your fingers together-

With acts of service, he’s constantly trying to do everything for you, man’s a cheerleader and wants nothing more out of life than to be at your beck and call

Carrying your backpack or shopping bags, driving you around when you guys go out on the town and all that! He will not let you pay for anything, it’s a fight every time you try to pay for food- 

Cheerleader also literally means nothing but compliments, okay? He’s got nothing but kind words to give to you in he’s gonna tell you all about it, every single thought that passes through that head of his

Wearing an outfit he likes? Compliments and kisses. Helped him out with a car at the DX? Tells you how well you did and how you’re a far better helper than Sodapop ever was

TIM SHEPARD

Darling Timothy Shepard has acts of service and physical touch as his giving love languages and acts of service for receiving too 

It means a lot to him when you do things, helps him know that you really do care for him like you’ve been saying, it’s that reassurance he needs, especially if you’re taking care of him by taking care of his siblings

Giving acts of service looks like him defending you, picking you up or driving you around town for things other than dates, and paying for dinner when you guys go out

You’re his doll, y’know? He’s never really had anyone steady to take care of him so he’s gonna make sure that he’s steady in your relationship, he’s gonna be there always to take care of you

He’s iffy with receiving physical touch but gives it out very freely, mostly focused through touches or kisses

He’ll run his fingers through your hair, trace your cheekbones, hold your hand or slip a hand into your back pocket, kiss your cheeks and the spot below your ear, making sure you feel his love <3

CURLY SHEPARD

Curly’s got physical touch and acts of service as his giving love languages, much like his older brother, but his receiving is words of affirmation!

He needs to be smothered in kind words, okay? He won’t believe them at first but just keep it up and he’ll be a happy little Curly in no time, you’ve got to get through that tough outside

As for physical touch, it’s self-explanatory. He likes to have his hands on you and he’s gonna touch you all the time, just as long as you don’t mind, of course, he’d never do something you’re not okay with

Specifically, I’m talking about him tracing shapes into your skin when you’re laying next to each other, his hand finding a home on the inside of your thigh when you’re sitting in a booth at the diner, tons and tons of kisses all over your face, neck, and hands

Acts of service looks like him giving over his jacket when it gets cold in the evenings, sharing the fries on his plate when he can tell you’re still hungry, carrying your backpack down the school hallways

He doesn’t always know how to show his love through words or anything, so he relies heavily on actions and doing things for you as a way to try and make sure you know how he feels about you

[yeahspider]

sharing toys 🕸️

VE’s note - hyunsung yes plz . hyune is a lil perv and possessive and jisung is just here for a good time . dom!jisung x sun f.reader x switch!hyunjin reader is stuck in the middle (a good place to be tbh) of them . nsfw . well actually it’s just suggestive but yk . not proofread . if you want a part 2 with smut lmk ! my requests are open stop by ! oh and this was inspired by play date - melanie martinez bye .

hyunjin was annoyed . you were supposed to be at the party with him , not his friend . watching you giggle with him as you drunkenly lay in jisung’s lap is making his blood boil . you were his , he had already marked a claim on you and jisung knew this . so why is he flirting with something that doesn’t belong to him . watching jisung tap your thigh as a sign for you to get up and follow him had him fuming . following behind you he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you were. no matter how long your string him along a part of him would always belong to him . stepping up to the door he saw you enter hyunjin could hear you guys giggling . he wanted to know what was funny , he wanted to make you laugh .

“you know have you tried talking to him about it ? you never know he might be down” he heard jisung say to you . hyunjin knows he should feel ashamed about listening to your conversation with his ear pressed to the door but a bigger part of him didn’t care . he was just looking out for you .

but what if he thinks i’m weird jisung ? you question . if he ever rejected me i don’t know what i would do with myself . who was this he you were talking about . and why were you seeking comfort from his best friend and not him .

“have you seen the way he looks at you ? he would never reject you pretty.” hyunjin was getting more irritated by the second . only he could be enamored with you no one else .

you don’t know that jisung . he could just be friendly. he can hear the frown in your voice and it makes him frown with you . whoever was making you feel sad would face him he vowed in that moment .

“my best friend kitten . he tells me everything . he speaks so highly of you trust me he’s in love”. hyunjin was absolutely floored . jisung didn’t have many friends which means he was talking about him .

but hyunjin is so him and i’m just me . that frown was still apparent in your voice and he knew he couldn’t stand behind the door forever . not when you were speaking down on yourself he couldn’t allow it . opening he door to your shocked face and jisung smiling he walked up to where you were standing and kissed you . he could feel your body flinch before you melted into him . pulling apart when he felt you needed to brave he cupped your face in his hands and locked eyes with you .

“don’t ever think you’re not good enough for me . you’re everything . you’re betautul and smart and so so kind and i’ve you’re more than enough for me . i don’t want to hear you talk down on yourself ever again okay ? . hyunjin waited for your nod before releasing you . in that moment he had completely jisung was still present in the room and til he heard a clap coming from the bed .

okay well since were confessing things pretty girl here has something to spill . jisung says with the slyest smile hyunjin had ever seen . he could feel your shoulders rise and you let out a sigh . locking eyes with you again he never expected the words that spilled from your lips next .

“hyunjin i like you but i also like jisung and i know you probably think that’s disgusting and i really can’t help it i swear i tried okay but it’s just you’re both so great and so nice to me and i don’t know what to do -“ hyunjin cut off your ramble with another kiss . pulling the prettiest sound he’s ever heard from your lips . he was a little suprised with himself that jealous and anger were nowhere to be found within his heart . he’s known jisung his whole life . he trusts him . and knowing you did too was making blood rush to his pants .

“it’s okay . i mean i’m surprised honestly but i’m just glad you like me and i guess i’d your were to also like someone else jisung isn’t the worse person to have feelings for .” he says with a bit of laughter falling out his lips .

i feel like i should be offended somehow . jisung said as he came up behind you and grabbed your hips , softly pushing you closer to hyunjin . and who knew hyune bee could learn how to share . he teased to older boy , who just sent him a light hearted glare .

“so what now .” you asked with anticipation lacing your voice . “i can think of a few things to do”, hyunjin said as he peppered light kisses on your neck . jisung’s hands tightened on your hips as you tilted your head back so he could continue exploring . jisung tugged on your hip and pulled you away from hyunjin with a playful smirk on his face earning a whimper from the entranced boy in front of you .

i think it’s time to teach hyunjin how to properly share don’t you princess ?

[lillywillow]

Blind Double Date

Summary: Your friend Foggy sets you up with his best friend Matt

Written for: @the-slumberparty

Words: 1246

Square Filled: G4- Set Up by Friends

Pairing: Matt Murdoch x Female Reader

Warnings: None

Ever since you first step foot in your Thursday night cooking class, you and Foggy Nelson had been pretty much inseparable. He was funny, really good to talk to and offered great advice if you had a problem. In short, Foggy was like a brother to you. In turn, Foggy had come to see you as a kind of sister. You also both often spoke about your love-lives. Foggy became protective when he heard of guys harassing you and you gave him advice on women.

…

Another Thursday night rolled around and you arrived at your usual spot, waving Foggy over as soon as he walked in.

“Hey, Y/N! How was your date last Friday?” Foggy asked, taking his place next to you.

“Not bad. Not great, but not bad,” you sighed.

“Yeah?”

“He was an okay guy, it’s just… I don’t know. Maybe my romance button is broken or needs resetting or something…” you shrugged, looking over this week’s recipe.

Foggy laughed and looked it over too.

“For what it’s worth, I get what you’re saying. My date last weekend wasn’t all that great either.”

As you started preparing your ingredients, you and Foggy lamented over your failed dates and complained about the state of your romantic lives. Sure, you could cut out the middleman and just date each other but you decided it might get awkward if things went wrong and you still had to come to this class every week. Also, you had become such great friends, the last thing you wanted to do was lose what you had.

“How about we set each other up with dates?” you suggested.

“Sounds good to me… got someone in mind?” he asked, turning down the heat on the cooking appliance.

“You know my friend Gracie?” you prompted, adding your ingredients to the mix.

“Is that the same Gracie that was caught topless sunbathing at what she thought was a nude beach?” he questioned.

“That’s the one,” you grinned.

During your time together, you had told Foggy many stories about your friend Gracie and her various antics.

“Heck yeah! Set that up!” he grinned back.

“What about you? Got someone in mind for me?”

“Sure do. You remember my friend Matt?”

“That’s your law firm partner, right?” you asked.

Foggy often spoke very highly of Matt, and had said a lot about him.

“Yep. How about him?” Foggy suggested.

“Sounds perfect,” you smiled.

“Great! So, I’ll set you up with Matt and you’ll set me up with Gracie.”

As you continued your cooking class, the pair of you discussed the best time for your blind double date.

…

The next night, you and Gracie went to the restaurant that you and Foggy agreed upon at the agreed time. Your friend asked you all sorts of questions while you waited for the two males to arrive.

“Y/N?”

You turned to see Foggy with another man standing behind him. The man was brunette with a little stubble and wearing red glasses. You thought he was quite handsome. Introductions were exchanged and the four of you sat down. From that first moment, Gracie and Foggy made an instant connection, chatting away about this and that but for you and Matt, things were a little different. Connecting with other adults never came easy to you and you had the feeling Matt was a little guarded.

“So, Y/N, Foggy tells me you’re a teacher,” he began, trying to strike up a conversation.

“That’s right. I mostly work with underprivileged kids and those that the school has more or less given up on. I can see these kids trying so hard but so many people have turned their backs on them because they can’t be bothered. I want to show them that there’s someone out there who does care…”

Matt smiled warmly.

“I know what you mean. Foggy and I take on cases for people that society have given up on. It’s like they think the problem will go away on its own rather than deal with it before it gets to breaking point.”

“Exactly!”

With the ice broken, you felt a little more at ease. For you, that was one of the more difficult parts of being set up with a complete stranger; making small talk until you found that connection. The pair of you continued discussing the similarities between your jobs while Foggy and Gracie continued to get along. So well along that they decided to ditch the pair of you to get a room. Feeling a little abandoned by your friend, you started feeling that uneasiness again.

“I get the feeling you want to go home?” Matt asked, picking up on something you were putting out there.

“It’s not that… It’s just… Every time I go on a date lately, I just… I don’t know. Maybe I’m not giving the guys a long enough chance. I mean, how well can you get to know a person over one dinner?”

Matt was silent for a few minutes.

“How about this… we go for a walk, spend a little more time with each other. If at the end of it, you don’t feel anything, you tell me to buzz off, no harm done…” You laughed a little at that. “But if you feel sparks… we can see where this goes,” he suggested.

“I’d really like that…”

…

After paying for your meals, you headed down the street. You held onto Matt’s arm partly as a guide, partly because it made you feel safe. As you walked, you got through all those basic “Getting to know you” questions that were common on a first date but not one did you feel awkward. At one point, you stopped to get some frozen yoghurt from a nice little shop nearby. You read the flavours out to Matt so he could make a decision and described the interior of the shop to him while you sat and ate. When you were finished, Matt walked you to your door.

“So… here we are… What’s the verdict?” Matt grinned.

“Hm, I don’t know… usually the goodnight kiss makes the final cut,” you playfully teased.

“Shall we?” he asked.

Smiling, you gently pressed your lips to his. Matt’s hands made their way to your cheeks, his thumbs stroking your skin. This is what you had built up in your head; a great date ending with the perfect kiss. His hands didn’t roam, his breath was fresh and you could feel butterflies in your stomach. This is everything you were looking for. As you pulled away, you had a dreamy smile on your face.

“So… is this the part you tell me to buzz off?”

You laughed and playfully punched his chest.

“No. That… that was a really good kiss,” you breathed.

“Do you want to see where this goes?” he asked.

“I do, Matt… I really do…”

After saying your goodbyes, Matt waited to make sure you were safe inside before heading off.

…

The following Thursday, you and Foggy celebrated over your successful dates for the night as you started cooking. Neither of you could believe your luck that you both walked away from what could have been awkward blind dates with potential new relationships. You couldn’t wait to see where they would lead you.

[k9iriz]

𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

(𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿, 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘅! 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻.)

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 1

“Rhea. get the fuck out.” I yelled out, throwing her clothes as I ranted, pacing back and forth, just wanting her out of my sight, her, just sitting there, watching me throw her clothes everywhere.

You got tired of her. It was so painful to watch her mistreat you and barley giving you freedom, you watched her sip on her water, those eyes piercing into your every move.

She was so possessive, she caused public disruptions if i ever was caught talking to another woman, or even just simply helping them.

Even guys.

Her chuckling softly, sipping some more at my request, not taking me seriously.

“Did you not hear me?” I asked in a ‘duh’ tone, catching her attention as she hunched forward, running her hands down her face.

“I pretended not to.” Rhea pulled her phone out of her pocket, turning it on before putting her full attention on it.

Just ignoring you completely.

You being fed up, you snatched her phone, throwing it at the nearest wall, she was surprisingly calm at the whole altercation.

She was completely ignoring you and the breaking point was already broken.

“You don’t get it do you? You constantly ignore me and act like you don’t hear me after you just got done ruining my whole interview?” I spoke, anger raidating from me.

I barely got mad like this, but she always got you like this with her reckless actions.

“I didn’t, just made some suggestions.” Rhea shrugged.

“You threatened to break her arm! That’s my boss!” I exclaimed, even though rhea was a wrestler, she was highly capable of doing so.

“So? She was weird to me anyways.” Rhea shrugged, walking away from us.

“You think her being weird is rational to threaten to break her arm? And you don’t even know her.” I defended.

“I thought i was rational enough.” Rhea carelessly spoke, picking up her clothes that i threw.

“You’re so full of shit Rhea. You don’t see me threatening your co-workers and lashing out everything you talk to a female! Then when you do, I’m stuck with the aftermath, you don’t see that.” You exclaimed, as rhea turned around, scoffing at us.

“I don’t need you to. Because I know im yours. *scoffs* least i don’t go to work, dressed like a whore, for my boss. You might be even blowing her off too while you’re at it.” Rhea mumbled the last part, causing you to scoff, as a popping sound rang off in the room.

she held her cheek as she didn’t react, she knew what she said.

“You know what…fuck you really rhea.” You felt tears run down your face, she always gaslit you into any argument and tried to turn it on you, when she’s in the wrong.

It was sickening even trying to defend yourself.

You needed to get out of this toxic environment, and web, you were sick of it.

and it all ended today.

“Where are you going?” Rhea asked, like she didn’t just call you a name, 10 seconds ago.

“Don’t worry about me.” You walked off, you were gonna get your things another time, you needed to go.

it was time for a new start. and it was damn sure without her.

𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫…

god. everything was so right. you felt free and out on your own without having to worry about her popping up anymore.

you actually moved on faster than most people thought.

you focused getting your job back, working on getting your clothes, but just planning to leave them, sending your sister since her and rhea are inseparable, and it would be a fast process.

i fixed my red dress, slowly making sure my hair was in place as i planned on going out on a date, with my…boss, she’s pretty cool.

you picked up the roses she got you as you walked outside to her car, smiling at it all, it felt good to be treated right.

this was gonna be a good night.

𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚…

“Hey, i just came to get my sisters stuff.” She waves as rhea rolled her eyes, moving aside.

“Why couldn’t she come get her own shit…” Rhea growled, rolling her eyes.

“Rude much? Maybe she didn’t wanna be bothered with you. I wouldn’t either.” My sister scoffed, seeing our things scattered around the room, half destroyed or just thrown everywhere in the guest room she walked past.

“My god, did you just throw her stuff in here?” My sister asked, as rhea walked past, eating cereal.

“Can you just hurry up and leave, i have to be at work soon.” Rhea rolled her eyes, wanting her to hurry up.

My sister grabbed the stuff that wasn’t practically ruined, which wasn’t alot in my left suitcases, dragging them down the stairs.

“She’s gonna be pissed…” my sister mumbled.

“Why?”

“You ruined her stuff, just because she left you.” My sister protested.

“Eh, she should’ve came and got it faster.” Rhea shrugged, leaning against the doorframe as she caught the scent of your clothes, instantly driving her crazy.

she could put up the biggest front and say she doesn’t miss you, but she did. regretting her actions, she felt like she did no wrong.

she was simply just wanting what’s hers to herself.

and she made sure people knew that.

“Well she had to be at a date tonight—” my sister soonly stopping herself, spilling her location.

“A date?” Rhea stopped, shooting her head at my sister so fastly, her eyes piercing into her.

Before my sister could even explain, Rhea cut her off, kicking my suitcase across the room.

“Where?” Rhea asked, her voice dropping some octaves.

“By her job, it’s a fancy restaurant. You’ll see it if you ride past her job.” My sister shrugged, knowing giving her hose details could ruin her night.

Rhea threw her spare key at my sister, before she walked out the door. “Lock my door when you leave.”

Rhea was on a path of destruction and she made sure to see what this date “was.”

she wasn’t giving up on you, as if you had a choice.

[freckled-koi]

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𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒓

summary: you've known gojo since your training days at jujutsu tech. you were inseparable - as thick as thieves. so, what happened?

pairing: satoru gojo x reader (feat. nanami x reader).

cw: angst, emotional manipulation / mental spiral, mature themes. 18+ / minors dni.

wc: 3k+.

a/n: second chapter is now up! this is starting to become more of a slowburn of a fanfic, and honestly? i can dig with that as long as you can. <3 please enjoy!

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highly suggest reading chapter 001. first! you can also read it here on ao3!

“When did you pick that up?”

You’re caught by surprise by the low purr of a voice filled with curiousness, snapping your head in the direction of it. You were in the middle of lighting the cigarette dangling from your lips, the fire from the lighter going out when you released the mechanism. You were just alone standing by yourself outside of school, not expecting to run into anyone in particular.

“Don’t tell me hanging around Shoko is rubbing off on you..” The man sighs, amusingly hopeless at his own words. Your eyes scan over his much sharper features all the way up to his jet black tresses tied back into a bun to keep the longer strands away from his face and down his back.

You always found it a shame he never cared for his hair down that much. It framed his face better.

All you do is let out a light laugh, shrugging your shoulders as you pluck the cigarette from between your tiers to speak. 

“Shoko and I bum off each other’s smokes whenever we hang out,” You try to become a voice of reason, but you realize it’s not going to do much when you see a flicker of disbelief on the man’s features.

“Don’t tell me you rag on Shoko for smoking, Suguru.”

“Even if I did, she would still do it–”

“Which is why, I’m going to continue doing it~ It helps.”

Suguru Geto doesn’t protest it, knowing he wouldn’t win the war on what was healthily correct for you. All he does is manage a smile, taking a small glance around their surroundings.

It was a bad habit you would dabble in for quite some time, but coming to Jujutsu Tech, you started doing it much more. You even found a small bond with Shoko one night after a stressful trial assignment when you were just a newbie sorcerer. She caught you whipping out a pack you rifled through your bag to find and asked to have one.

You sort of found comfort in doing it more than ever.

Maybe it was a bad way to manage coping with stress, but old habits will die hard.

You sigh after taking a moment to debate, eventually tucking the unlit cigarette back into its packaging and store it away into your bag. Smoking could wait until you were back at home.

Golden hour was upon them when you stand with Geto, glancing back at him as he’s found meeting your gaze. The hues over his skin made him stand like a god, it was almost sickening how pretty someone was without even trying. Although, there were signs of distress under his eyes that you were suspicious about. He looked.. Worn. As if sleep wasn’t something he was getting much of late.

“Are you waiting on Satoru?” 

“Not quite.. I just so happened to begin my route home and just caught sight of you.”

There’s a quirk in your brow to his words, an amused expression crossing Geto’s features when he looks at you with a quiet laugh leaving him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

You shrug.

“Usually you’d be the one walking home with him.”

All Geto does is shrug off the statement, a smile still gracing his lips.

“He’s got his own thing going on.”

“Like you do?” You ask with jest in your tone. It was only meant to be as a way to poke at Geto, but there’s a flicker of an emotion in his eyes that didn’t match the way his lips were still tugged into that signature smile of his. As if, to mask whatever emotion he was holding back.

“Yeah. I got my own thing going on.”

“Oi!” 

The both of you break eye contact to see the taller white haired boy jogging over from afar, shades shimmering and gold reflecting off of them. It’s then that you see Suguru beginning to turn away, fixing the bag on his shoulders. 

“That’s my cue to leave–”

“You’re not sticking around?” Your brows twitch together, staring after the other just as he slows in his steps by your words.

Geto is hesitant to reply, only giving you a small raise of his hand.

“Catch you later, Y/N.” He says his departing words with a care you knew was genuine, but it did nothing but cause a small dip in your stomach to it.

All you do is watch as Geto grows further and further away with you, the white haired boy now caught up completely to where you stand.

“Hey, ready to go?”

The question is almost muffled to you, hardly tearing you away from your gaze settled on Geto. You couldn’t help the idle pondering of what was just going on with him. It was highly unlikely that he wouldn’t stick around to chat with Gojo, because he was always around Gojo. So, what changed?

“Y/N?” It’s when Gojo says your name that you break away from your thoughts, turning your head to look up at him and he has that feigned innocent expression on his features you’ve only seen a small handful of times.

“Sorry, what?”

“I said~, are you ready to go?”

“Oh, right– Yeah.”

You’d push it back to your mind to think on later. Gojo had been begging you to come back to his place to hang out, to watch the latest cheesy rom-com that he had been blabbering about for the longest time and wouldn’t stop until you caved to accompany him.

It’s then that you two start to walk together side by side, drawing your lips inward in thought before your gaze returns back up to the other. You tried pushing it to the back of your mind, but your curiosity gets the best of you.

“Is he doing okay?”

“Who?”

“Satoru, you can’t be serious.” You sigh hopelessly. 

All he can muster is a sheepish laugh, his arm swinging around the space between your arm and shoulder to draw you close to his side. The affection wasn’t too unfamiliar, having a knack for breaking that personal bubble of yours just to be handsy. You were sure his love language was physical touch.

“Suguru’s fine~ I speak to him in passing when you’re not around, you know,”

“Hm..” You exhale a soft hum with the concern still written on your features.

“He really is fine. I try to check in on him, but we’re always off doing our own assignments these days anyway.”

It wasn’t reassuring in the slightest, the way Gojo spoke, but you decide that it was best to drop the topic at hand before he got riled up. Maybe you’d try and catch Geto at the right time and place for a chat the next time you crossed his path.

Your head tilts a bit to get a better look at Gojo when you walk and he meets your gaze, trying to look past his dark shades with a playful grimace.

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you always have to cling onto me like this?” You joke, but you don’t pry yourself away from his side at all. Even with what happened moments ago, Gojo’s body was like an anchor for you to ease your nerves – no matter how many times he stepped on them for fun.

It only brings a sly grin stretching over his lips as he leans down some to rest his head on top of yours, rubbing his face into your hair like a cat.

“Aww, but you like it, don’t you, Y/N~? A handsome guy like myself being all over you~”

“Ugh–” You snicker just before you’re pressing your palm to his side to give the both of you some distance, playfully gagging to the way he speaks. “You’re literally disgusting.”

“Oh, come on~” Gojo whines, reaching to draw you back to his side and place his arm back where it laid.

“You know, I wouldn’t have pegged you to be the American movie watcher type.”

You comment just as you’re taking a sip from the mug of black tea you found in the kitchen after you changed into the loungewear you had packed for your stay, idly twirling the tea bag string with your finger as you watched him set-up the television from the sofa. 

Gojo stands proud and tall, the DVD he was flopping around in his hold now on his finger as he grins in your direction, even going as far as showing off, using his Infinite to make it hover.

“I’ve been dabbling here and there into American movies, so I can’t help but have a growing obsession over them~ Don’t have to understand the language to enjoy something great,” He laughs and that just makes your lips quirk up into a smile.

You find his childish excitement rather endearing. The moment he catches your smile, he pauses and allows the disk to fall flat into his palm and he’s turning to place it into the player.

“Plus, subtitles exist.”

The comment makes you snort softly, taking a careful sip from your tea just as you set the top of the mug onto your thigh. 

Gojo and you would do this often. You’d kick back at his place on a Friday night watching a numerous amount of films since you both were big time cinephiles. He had a guest room always made up for you, so you didn’t have to worry about the time getting away from you and beating the clock past curfew to get home. 

Most of the time it was horror movies, other times it was action and adventure. The films you indulged in with Gojo were a variety, but the romance comedy ones were new for you. Not that you’ve never seen one, you just didn’t find any interest in them until Gojo was practically on his hands and knees to have you sit in on one with him. 

After he places the disk into the player, passing through trailers you both didn’t care much for, the movie is now playing on the screen and he moves to join you on the sofa.

Usually, he would be a cushion over, but he’s placed himself close to you this time.

Odd.

You don’t think twice about it.

His arm settles onto the back rest of the sofa right behind you, leg propped up onto his knee away from you. Your legs were crisscrossed into a more comfortable position, allowing your attention to be directed towards the screen. 

The plot was easy to understand from the get-go. Two women hardly enjoying their places in life, their resided homes across the world, so they switch homes for a little vacation. The brother of one meets the girl staying in the one woman’s little English cottage, while the other meets a complete stranger that knows how to produce music in the other’s mansion.

The two of you share a laugh at some parts, Gojo making idle comments out loud to you and to mostly himself throughout the middle of the film.

It was a traditional, corny romance movie – something you weren’t incredibly surprised by. The build up of the lingering romance between the two couples were clearly enamoring, so you’re definitely surprised with yourself when you’re so focused on the film.

You feel a subtle brush in your tresses near your shoulder that causes a small shudder that crawls up your neck. Thank God you knew how to use your peripherals so you didn’t have to turn your head to look, catching Gojo still facing towards the screen with his features lit up by the television screen that shapes his side profile. The expression he wears is soft, and it’s an expression you haven’t familiarized yourself with since getting to know Gojo.

You knew more than the average acquaintance, but not in the similar manner as he was with Geto or Shoko.

The brush of fingertips graze along your shoulder through your crewneck, dragging up over the neckline, playing right at the hem where fabric ended and your flesh began.

What is he doing? 

Maybe it was just a mindless thing he caught himself doing. It doesn’t help that the goosebumps are beginning to form underneath your sweater, gripping the now lukewarm mug you were clinging onto during the movie.

You can hardly pay attention to the movie now, a little distracted but you remain strong and a little still, wondering what he was going to do next. 

However, Gojo doesn’t really go any farther past the neckline, even taking pauses in his movements. It’s when you catch the pause that your head subconsciously turns a centimeter, and his eyes immediately flit to lock with your gaze.

He smiles and it’s one of the warmest smiles he’s worn, making your throat grow tight. 

“.. Are you enjoying it?” Gojo says gently.

“Oh— Yeah, it’s pretty good so far..” 

“See? I’m never wrong about these things~”

You quietly laugh, grinning now by the comment just as a few strands of hair fall past your face that were tucked loosely behind your ear. His hand resting near your shoulder lifts to bring over to neatly, delicately tuck them back into place. The subtle graze of his fingertips at your skin burns and you’re not sure if it’s because of how intimate the touch is or the contrast of his cool fingers on your gradually reddening skin. But he’s never gone as far as to do that.

Sure, he’d cling to you and rub his face on your shoulder, your head, but it was all just playful.

This wasn’t playful.

The only thing that fills the quiet between you two is the dialogue and musical score emanating from the television. Gojo’s attention wasn’t going back to the movie, and strangely, neither was yours. As if you both were wanting to say something, but nothing was coming to fruition.

Gojo is the first to break the silence.

“What are you so pretty for~?” He purrs. 

It sounds so sickly sweet and makes a wave of warmth wash over you. 

It’s hard to formulate words when he’s hardly doing a damn thing, and why it was affecting you now was beyond you.

All you manage is a roll of your eyes, head turning to face back towards the television.

“Oh, now you’re complimenting me?” You say in amusement.

“Hey,” Gojo’s hand reaches over to take your chin with his thumb and forefinger to guide your face back. You’re completely doe-eyed when you're brought back to fix your gaze onto his piercing blue set, his own lids low. “I wasn’t done looking.”

“Y- You see me every day, Satoru.”

“Mnn~.. Not like this though.” You didn’t realize it, but when he took hold of your chin, he closed the proximity between both of your bodies, just where his thigh just barely pressed to your own, hardly giving the both of you that space.

The position he put you in was making your heart race.

“Satoru..” You repeat his name again softly, and he sighs to that.

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?”

Gojo’s lips quirk up into a gentle smile, the pad of his thumb brushing along the curve of your chin before it lifts to just barely touch the bottom of your lip.

“I want to try something with you.”

You feel that surge of warmth run through you again because you knew where this was going just based on the hold and the way his thumb runs delicately over your lower tier; How he looks at you – how close he was to you. It makes your stomach twist, your shoulders tense up. Hell, the idle thought of doing those sorts of things with Gojo was just a fleeting, intrusive thought all on its own, and you never really thought you or him would actually act on them. There were moments where those fleeting touches and catching each other’s gaze would make you feel some type of way. Maybe even the times where he was clinging onto you and pulling you in close too, but it was nothing you dwelled on for too long.

Gojo and you were just friends. Friends don’t do those sorts of things. 

You’re hanging onto his words now, the movie now long forgotten and only becomes background noise at this point in time. You can’t even seem to give a response to his words and it only makes him quietly snicker to it.

Gojo shifts, closing that proximity between the two of you and only leaving just mere centimeters of your frame to his, guiding you by your chin and your body willingly follows suit. 

“If it doesn’t work, I won’t do it again.” 

It’s the last thing he says just before he’s leaning in, your eyes fall shut because staring at him with that doe-eyed look you were getting accustomed to was crazy. The hands around the mug are tight, you almost could break the glass if you squeezed it any tighter. It’s then that Gojo completes his goal of making sure there was no room left between the two of you, his lips finding purchase on your own in a slow kiss. 

It’s so warm and delicate, mindlessly melting into just how much he’s drawing you in by it. You never thought this was how it would feel to kiss Gojo. Maybe it was entertained in your mind for much longer than you would admit – you felt it would be the type to rush, sticking his tongue down someone’s throat in the heat of the moment, but he was taking his time. The palm of his hand slides with ease to cradle the side of your face now, thumb dragging over the apple of your flushed cheek just as his lips part to take it a step further, almost as if he was deepening the kiss and your own couplets follow.

What am I doing?

There’s a sliver of realization that comes back to you and your eyes flutter back open, retracting from the kiss with a soft sound. Your eyes meet with Gojo’s piercingly blue orbs, almost a little surprised by how short the lip lock was between you two.

“I– I have to use the bathroom–” You quickly declare, and you only can remember the small flicker of confusion crossing Gojo’s expression just as you scramble to set the mug on the coffee table.

You feel you grasp at your hand, stopping you from moving any further from your place near the sofa. You snap your head towards Gojo’s hand holding yours before they reach his eyes again. There’s a clear look of surprise on your features to him grabbing you. Didn’t he say if it didn’t work out, he wouldn’t do it again?

“Wait, Y/N–”

“Just– Just give me a second.” You say firmly and Gojo takes that as a sure sign to back off, allowing you to push off his hand as he slumps back into the sofa and you make your way to the bathroom just around the corner.

Locking the door behind you, you finally sigh out as if you were holding your breath the entire time. Your hands come up to push at your tresses, doing a small pace in the minimal space of the bathroom. 

“What the fuck.. What the fuck.” Your hands come up to shield your face as you stop in front of the sink, having to just replay what just happened. Was he doing that just to fuck with you? Maybe entertain something and go beyond just kissing, to get you to do more? Did he mean to do any of that? Hell, you must’ve had his attention with how much time you both had spent around each other and him doing this was more than clear. 

It was all way too overwhelming and confusing for you to process, hands now bracing the edge of the sink after reaching to turn the faucet on. Your eyes linger on your reflection in the mirror, staring over the flush on your cheeks and how widely blown your eyes were, brows knitted together in frustration. 

Gojo put you in such a vulnerable state, it was almost becoming uncomfortable the more you thought about it. You bring your lips inward, fixing your posture as you bring a hand to your lips to touch. The kiss was.. Lovely, but.. You were wishing you were more mentally prepared before he decided to just ‘try something’ with you.

After a while longer, you come out of the bathroom. It was quiet for the most part, figuring he must have paused the movie after you left. 

You return to the room and you see Gojo is still seated, one arm over the back of the sofa while the other is propped up on the arm of it, hand balled up and resting his chin there. He switched positions, being at the very end of the couch.

It’s when he feels your presence, he turns his head back to you, facial features relaxed as he stares over your frame.

The both of you are so quiet, you don’t even know what to say to him before you’re walking back over. This time, you seat yourself at the opposite end of the sofa, and he watches you as you move.

You break the silence first.

“Can we.. finish the movie?”

You request with a hesitance in your tone, bringing your legs back up to crisscross back into their original position and all Gojo does is nod once and he’s hitting play on the remote.

Both of you sit in an awkward silence, hardly even responding to the movie’s plot and reveling in the moment you both shared not even minutes ago.

Both of the girl’s get the guys they weren’t hoping to find in the film.

The hands resting on one another in your lap tightens to that.

[phantomwritezstuff077]

The Runt - Billy the Kid

Warnings for this chapter: mention of physical abuse

Chapter Nine

It was pouring with rain when Billy and Laurie arrived in a small town, they stopped outside of a building and dismounted their horses. Laurie was still shivering from the cold despite the fact Billy had given her his jacket in order to try and warm her up. The duo entered the saloon, Billy went over to the bar to order a drink while Laurie went and sat at a table. Her hair was stuck to her head as water dripped down her face, she shivered, slowly feeling the slight warmth of the saloon warm her up a little bit.

Laurie noticed a man in the corner of the saloon, he was reading the newspaper but eying Billy like a hawk as well as showing the same interest in Laurie. Billy took notice of this, noticing the man staring at both him and Laurie as well as how tense Laurie seemed under the man’s gaze. So, he took his final whiskey shot and walked over to the staring man, leaning on the wall as he stared out of the window for a moment before he spoke.

“Why are you staring at me and the kid?,” Billy demanded.

“Thought I recognized you is all, and I just wanted to make sure that she’s okay. She’s shaking harder than a hunted rabbit,” the man replied calmly.

“And did you?,” Billy asked, sending a piercing glare towards the man. He was already really on edge because of what happened back at the old camp, and he really didn’t need any kind of unwanted attention towards him or Laurie.

“I don’t know,” the other man told him, reaching into his jacket. Billy reached for his gun, the safety clicking off as he was handed a folded piece of paper. “Depends if this is you.” Laurie stayed where she was, watching the scene from afar as her leg bounced. Billy took the paper and unfolded it, reading the wanted poster made in his name.

“Now, I’m not saying that it’s a great likeness,” the other man said, “But  it’s pretty like, wouldn’t you say? And if it is you, I highly doubt that the kid over there is with you by her own will. She looks underfed to me.”

Laurie tensed as she listened to the conversation, realizing that they had probably just been caught. Billy was no kidnapper, though. Billy looked over at Laurie before he looked back at the man and set the paper down.

“I’d like to know why you’re holding onto that,” Billy demanded, keeping calm despite the fact that he had probably just been caught by a bounty hunter who could add kidnapping onto his list of supposed crimes.

“I’m ridin’ with a good friend of yours,” the man simply said as he took back the poster, folding it. Laurie froze at that sentence, realizing that this guy was probably a friend of Jesse’s. The young girl stood up, getting ready to run if she had to. “He talks about you all the time, and to me, he seems awful worried about Little Red over there.”

“Who might that be?,” Billy asked as Laurie slowly made her way over to Billy, her steps were tense and nervous. Like a fawn stepping out into the open meadow for the first time.

“Jesse Evans. We’re holded up not too far from here,” the man said simply. Laurie’s heart dropped upon hearing that name. The name of the man she had prayed to never see again. The name of the man who had struck her across the face. The name of the man who destroyed her sense of self. Billy pulled up a chair, sitting down as he pulled one out for Laurie.

“You know Jesse?,” Laurie asked hesitantly.

“Sure, I do, kid,” the man responded with a nod, “He’s worried about you, ya know. Ever since the night you took off without reason.” He paused for a moment. “Where are you two headed?”

Neither Billy nor Laurie answered as they exchanged looks, Laurie’s nerves were palpable as she fidgeted with the hem of her sopping wet blouse. 

“Maybe the three of us could ride over together, say hello to Jesse again. Show him that the kid is alive and well,” the unnamed man suggested, “I’m sure he’d appreciate that.”

“Last time I saw Jesse, things weren’t too good between us,” Billy told him, “And he was bein’ a major ass towards Laurie.”

“I don’t think Jesse harbors any grudges. Not towards you, anyway,” the man began, “And as for how he treated the kid, I’ve lost count of how many times he’s told me that the way he treated Lauren is his life’s biggest regret.”

“She prefers Laurie,” Billy jumped in, looking at the man.

“What’s your name?,” Laurie inquired, still fidgeting as she looked up at the man. 

“I’m Pat Garret,” the man introduced.

Laurie wasn't sure how she felt about seeing Jesse again, the bruise on her face from which he had given to her when he struck her had long since faded away. She hadn’t seen him since that night, but part of her couldn’t help but wonder if he truly meant it when Pat said that treating her like shit was his life’s biggest regret.

It couldn’t hurt to see if that was true, right?

A/N:

Super duper short chapter but that's okay!

Laurie is gonna go THROUGH IT

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[miamochi-writes]

Daycare Snacks Vash AU Part 5

Hi everyone! Here’s part 2 of the date! Hope you like it and let me know if you want to be tagged in these posts so you don’t miss out on them :) Again I based this off of one of my dates. Also I highly recommend listening to the song Wildflower by Beach House as you read this!

“So park time right?” you asked.

“Yes, but we’ll need my car,” he said as he pulled out his keys.

“Oh? We’re riding there now? I thought you said it’s nearby?” you asked.

“Yeah, we can walk there, but you’ll see why we need the car,” he said as he flashed you a smile.

~*~

You followed Vash to the parking lot as he led you to his car. He would occasionally check up on you with a small smile to make sure you were still following. Eventually you made it, and saw that he drove a nice midnight color Nissan Ultima. He opened the passenger door for you like the gentleman that he is and made yourself comfortable. It somehow had that new car smell and everything looked clean with one or two hoodies in the back seat. You buckled up as he took his seat and made sure everything was good to go.

“So you’re stylish, great at games, own a nice car, and an explorer. What else should I know about?” you slightly teased as he started the engine.

“There’s a lot more you don’t know, but you’ll know little by little,” he replied as he started driving.

“I’m looking forward to knowing more,” you remarked as you looked at your view. You then heard his music started playing in the car.

No better color~

Looked everywhere~

Driving home every night~

Shadows stay by your side~

You built a city

All in your head

“Hey Vash what song is this?” You asked

“Oh this is Wildflower by Beach House. Do you want to change it?” He asked.

“No, I like it. I’ll add it to my Spotify” you told him as you continued gazing out the window.

“Yeah they’re great! I like this album specifically. But just in case, you’re more than welcome to change the music if you’d like,” he added.

You were enjoying the mood as he continued driving while you watched the shops fade in the distance and see a couple more trees and greenery pull into your peripheral. Not less than 5 minutes you saw the entrance to the park with a few people jogging by. You noticed a couple of trails and a possible creek flowing by.

“And we’re here,” Vash announced as he parked the car in the parking lot.

You stepped out from the car and just looked in awe of the entrance. It had a large wooden bridge that extended what looked like miles away. The creek was flowing beneath it with a few blue flowers growing by the trails. Right next to the bridge was a wide wooden building with large glass windows on each side with the roof covered in bougainvilleas.

“Pretty cool right?” He asked while looking at you with his shades glistening thanks to the sun.

“Yeah, I’m jealous the bus doesn’t have a route that leads to here,” you admitted as you kept taking in everything you saw.

“Well like I said, you know who to call or message if you ever want to come here,” Vash added as you smiled.

“So where do we start?” You asked.

“Let’s take the bridge. It’s more scenic,” he suggested as he beckoned you to follow him.

You walked side by side as you kept looking at your surroundings.

“Hey Vash, what’s that over there?” You asked as you pointed to the building you saw earlier.

“Oh that’s the Ecology Center. The city uses it as a learning facility to teach people about the kind of ecological system that takes place here. But it can also be used as a meet up or event center for people. My brother and I used to come here a lot when we were younger,” Vash explained.

“Sounds like you and your brother are close,” you mentioned.

“Yeah, I love him but we don’t always agree on everything. He’s not really a people person, and I think it got worse as he got older. But I still love him, despite how much we fight you know?” he told you.

“Hmm, I would say so but I’m an only child,” you answered.

“Wait really?” He asked.

“Yeah, my parents only had me so I don’t really know what it’s like to have a brother or sister. Although my friends would tell me how lucky I was to be an only child, I was kinda envious of them. I thought it was cool to have someone else you know?” You explained.

“Yeah, although I have to agree with them on one thing, you’re lucky you didn’t have to deal with fights or arguments with your sibling,” Vash chuckled.

“I bet, but honestly I think I would take that over arguing with my parents. As an only child, you always get the attention whether it’s good or bad. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents but sometimes it was a challenge trying to reason with them. We mainly argued over who can I hang out with and until what time, if I could go out into town for a bit, or if I can go to a concert during a weekday. Oh and don’t get me started with colleges and moving out, that’s another headache on its own,” you answered as Vash looked at you.

“I’m over sharing again aren’t I?” You asked looking away sheepishly.

“No! I’m just learning a lot about you. Your parents sound like they care a lot about you. It’s nice that you have both parents,” he explained.

“Oh? What happened with your parents if you don’t mind me asking?” you asked.

“I don’t remember exactly what happened with my parents but I know they divorced. My brother says our dad then remarried with our new stepmom, but then left her. But my stepmom, Rem, is very kind and loving. She treated my brother and I like we were one of her own. She was so nice that she really couldn’t hurt a fly and didn’t really like us fighting. She always talked about love and peace which is why I do this sign,” Vash did his iconic pose as you smiled at him.

“So that’s where you get that golden heart of yours from. She sounds great,” you commented as you gave him a small smile.

You then heard a weird sound coming closer to you. Before you could look to check, Vash pulled you to his side immediately. You then saw a cyclist ride past you. Then another followed behind and shouted, “SORRY! ON YOUR LEFT!”

You were too startled from everything that you didn’t even hear Vash yell at them. You could feel your heart pounding right through your chest. His reflexes were insane! Then you looked to your side and didn’t realize how close you were to Vash. His prosthetic hand had a tight grip on your shoulder while your face was right by the side of his chest. Was that a muscle you felt? You grew flustered each second.

“Hey are you okay?” Vash looked down at you checking to make sure you weren’t hurt.

“I’m okay! But look at you having good reflexes though!” You told him.

“I heard something getting closer while you were talking. Sometimes people ride their bikes or skateboards too fast around here, but they usually warn you when they’re coming. Just stay close to me for now,” Vash said as he let go of you.

“Yeah, I can do that,” you said as you continued walking. As you walked further along, the distance between you and Vash was practically nonexistent. You were close to where your arms were almost brushing each other. Throughout the walk, Vash was pointing out the different wildlife you spotted. From deer, to mockingbirds, to the field of sunflowers, a family of owls perching by the trees, the whole place was something out of a wildlife magazine. Eventually you reached the end of the long bridge to an area full of of lush green plants swaying with the breeze and apple trees that were blooming with white petals. Underneath some of the trees were some wooden benches and in the middle of the area were wooden viewing blinds that showcased different art pieces.

“And here we are! What do you think?” Vash asked as you were speechless with the view.

“Beautiful,” you commented as you looked at him giving you another heartwarming smile.

“Come on, let’s walk through the viewing blinds,” he said as he grabbed your hand. The first one had outlines of animals you saw earlier while walking through the bridge.

“This one has all the animals that the park serves a home to. Some of them are migrating right now so you probably won’t see all of them until it’s summer,” Vash explained as he pointed out a couple of birds, butterflies, and furry creatures on the blinds.

You then moved over to the next one that looked like it had flowers depicted on each side.

“This view has all the flowers and plants that are native to this park and in our city. There’s the sunflowers, bougainvilleas, mesquite trees, magnolias, geraniums, and honeysuckle just to name a few. Oh and when it’s spring and the plants are blooming, the park rangers decorate these blinds with the flowers growing here in each outline. I can take you here when it happens,” Vash continued.

The last viewing blind you couldn’t really make out what it was. But before you walked in, Vash stopped in his tracks. “Okay this last one is kinda cool. But you need to close your eyes for this one,” he mentioned.

“If this is payback for what I did the other day-,” you said.

“Just trust me on this. You won’t regret it. If you do, I’ll treat you to something,” Vash pleaded as he slightly squeezed your hand.

“Okay they’re closed,” you told him as you closed your eyes tight. You then felt his hands on your eyes as you slightly jumped.

“Sorry, but I really don’t want you peaking. Or else I would have brought a blindfold,” Vash explained with a nervous laugh.

“Whatever floats your boat,” you commented. He then lead you slowly inside hoping you wouldn’t trip or stumble. He then got you to turn to your left and removed his hands from your face.

“Okay, now you can open them,” he said.

You did what he said as your eyes adjusted to the sunlight. But you were stunned to see what was before you. The sunlight was creating an illusion of what looked like hummingbirds flapping their wings slowly on each side. You turned around to see the illusion work on other pieces inside as Vash was gazing at you fondly with your reaction.

“This is so cool! How is it doing that?” You asked him as you pointed to the piece.

“The guy who owns the park really loves this place and hired someone to do these pieces. It’s so people can appreciate nature more,” Vash explained. You couldn’t stop smiling at this view you took out your phone and recorded what was happening so you wouldn’t forget. Eventually, Vash led you to the park bench with a view of the area so you can rest.

“So what do you think so far?” Vash asked you as he looked into your eyes.

“I’m so glad you brought me here! This is such a cool place! It’s so surreal!” You told him with a little gleam in your eyes.

“I’m glad I didn’t disappoint you. Or else I’d really be in trouble,” Vash chuckled.

“Vash, today has been amazing! I honestly can’t thank you enough!” You added.

“Hold on, I’m not done yet. There’s one more thing I need to show you y/n,” Vash said as you looked at him with your eyebrows raised.

“Wait, there’s more? What could possibly top off the viewing blinds?” You asked wondering if he was joking.

“You’ll see, come on. If we run, we can make it in time,” Vash explained as he grabbed your hand once more and led you back to the parking lot. Thankfully it wasn’t too far and weren’t completely out of breath. He unlocked his car and opened the door for you again. You adjusted yourself in the passenger seat, as he started the engine. He drove out from the parking lot and to a dirt path that lead to higher ground somewhere. You tried to figure out where exactly you were going. In three minutes there was another small parking lot and Vash parked his car there. There was a wooden sign that said hill view. You both got out and followed Vash as he ran a little bit faster. Once you made it to the top you saw a couple of benches that faced towards the park.

“Great we made it!” Vash cheered as he sat down and patted his hand to the empty spot on his right side. You joined him, still clueless on what you were trying to see. It looked like the sun was about to set soon and you looked at Vash who seemed to be counting down.

“And, it should start now,” he commented as you looked at where he was looking at. You then noticed the Ecology Building light up with warm light bulbs surround the area that changed colors every few seconds. Then the bridge lit up the trail for people still walking on it. The viewing blinds also lit up slowly while the lamp lights finally illuminated with warm yellow colors. Lastly, small lamps turned on that were placed evenly along the many trails throughout the park. Overall, it looked gorgeous with the pink and orange views of the sunset.

You were taking in the view as you couldn’t believe the amount of work and preparation Vash went through. Not only did he accommodate you for your cafe, he took you around the mall, had a blast at the arcade, and gave you an amazing view of the park.

“Well? What do you think?” Vash asked.

You looked at him in awe, and tried to gather your thoughts. You looked back at the view and smiled.

“I’m honestly speechless. I didn’t realize I was going to have an amazing time today. Out of all the years I’ve lived here in this city, I’m really glad you showed me around. Because, now I really don’t regret moving here and meeting you,” you said with pink blush adorning your cheeks. You spoke from the heart and just happy to be in the moment with someone like Vash.

Nothing could prepare Vash for what you just told him. Little did you know, his heart was racing as a blush was making its way on his own face. He gazed at you and how the light accentuated your features that he was happy to see at work. He hoped that after today there would be more opportunities to spend time with you.

You then felt a cold breeze brush past you as you shivered from the sudden burst. You knew it was going to be chilly but not this cold. Next thing you knew, you felt something drape over your shoulders. You looked and saw it was Vash’s leather jacket.

“Vash, I can’t take this you’re going to be cold too,” you argued.

“No I saw you shivering. I’ll be fine, I’m usually warm especially when I wear this shirt see?” He reasoned as he extended his hand out. You put your hand in his to check and he was right. He was warm to the touch.

“Beside, I would hate for you to catch a cold now,” he added as he looked at you. Again, it looked like he wouldn’t budge and you put on his jacket. You felt a wave of warmth flood over you as you let out a sigh of relief.

“Come on, let’s head back to the car and grab something to eat before I take you home,” he said as you agreed and walked back.

You ended up leaving the park and found a place nearby where you could dine in and eat. Both of you ended up talking more about your families, friends, favorite spots to visit in town, and other events coming up that you wanted to check out. You were having a great time, and you tried to beat Vash to the check but he was still quicker than you. You pouted as he still found it priceless to see you make faces like that. Eventually you drove back home listening to his music.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have good taste in music? You practically have a good range of music genres to listen to,” You asked as you went through his Spotify library.

“Thanks, you’re one of the few who appreciates it,” he said as you picked a song that you recognized.

He then looked shocked as he briefly looked at you for a bit.

“You like the Persona series?” You asked smiling.

“You too?” He asked looking happy.

“Yeah! It’s such a good series! Especially Persona 5! The music is so good!” You added as you jammed along to the song What you Wish For.

“Well I didn’t know I was driving a cool person in my car. How did you end up finding out about the series?” he commented as you laughed.

“I stumbled onto a random video online about someone talking about the series. I like how you can fight in one aspect and then just go about your day like a little slice of life and enhancing friendships,” you said.

“Look at you, I didn’t know you were a gamer,” he added as you chuckled.

“There’s many things you don’t know, but you’ll find out more eventually,” you played along as he eventually made it to your place.

You got out of the car and he walked you to your apartment door.

“I had such a great time Vash. Thank you for joining me and showing me cool places in town,” you told him as you looked at him.

“I had a great time too. Maybe we can do something like this another time over the weekend ?” He asked as he smiled at you.

“Of course! I want to check out more places I haven’t been to. Plus, if you need someone to join you at the arcade I’m always up for it. Just shoot me a text or call. Oh and thank you for earlier, I appreciate it” you said returning his jacket with a smile.

“No problem, glad it can keep you warm,” he replied as he put it back on.

“Okay, well goodnight Vash. Please drive safe and let me know when you make it back safely,” you told him.

“Yeah, goodnight y/n. Stay warm and I’ll see you soon,” Vash told you as he walked off waving.

You waved back as you watched him go down the stairs. You waited until he got into his car and waved again. He waved back as he drove off.

You went inside your apartment and closed the door behind you. You grabbed your photo strip that you took earlier and hung it on your fridge. You changed into your pjs and watched a little bit of tv before your phone vibrated briefly. You opened it and saw a message from Vash.

“Made it back safely! Good night y/n :)”

“Glad to hear. Good night Vash :)”

~*~

The next week you and Vash grew a bit closer at the daycare after your little hangout on Saturday.

Liz heard the details and she was more than happy to hear that things are moving along.

Eventually you were about to wrap up another weekend. Until one of your friends called you.

“Hello?”

“Hey y/n! Cancel whatever you have going on this weekend. I did a little something for you,” your friend Cora said excitedly.

“Cora…what did you do?” You asked dreading what she did this time.

“Well…I may have set you up with someone,” she started.

“YOU WHAT?!”

Thanks for reading! Also these places are real! I had to ask my partner what we did on our date and this is more or less how we bonded ☺️

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We pull the tail, now we see who bites.

Robin of Loxley/ The Hood X Fem!reader.

Summary: Robin got injured during a chase to get some coins for the commoners, so Y/N offers to heal his wounds if she gets something else in return from him. ;)

A/N: Hey y’all! This is going to probably be my first post because I have a Josh Hutcherson image in my drafts but I got too lazy to finish this, so this is going to be short and sweet. I just watched the Robin Hood 2018 adaptation for the 2nd time, and it’s great! Besides my Pookie Taron Egerton is in it so who could ask for more?? Anyways I hope y’all enjoy and I highly suggest you watch the movie. ( It’s on Spectrum for free. :] ) Btw hopefully I can get that Josh Hutcherson image done soon.

Contains: Kissing, 50% dom/sub reader and 50% dom/sub Rob, mentions of sex, injuries.

Wc: 1.2k

( Btw sorry if this picture is bad, just ignore John and pretend it's you lol. )

You are setting up traps for Robin to shoot at later, when all of a sudden you hear a loud, groan from him coming upstairs, making a shiver run down your spine. When Robin was back in Arabia and you had to fight him, hit you ended up sparing his life, but your mercy to him didn’t do much as you still got captured and was set sail in a boat with him for 3 weeks. Surprisingly, you too starting talking and some would even call you " friends " .

You decide to go upstairs to see what Rob was groaning about, and there you saw him, shirtless, his toned torso on display. In nothing but his pants with a wet, bloody rag resting on his massive thigh where he been impaled. You had to close your eyes for a second, trying to push the weird desire you had for him to the back of your mind.

" I wasn’t joking when I said the treasury itself was a hard target. " You say, slowly walking toward him, this made him look up from his leg to look at you. He decides to ignore your statement and press his rag into his thigh further, making him hiss through gritted teeth. You decide to go grab your medical supplies you used whenever you two got hurt. You always had wanted to be a nurse, but ever since the Sherif of Nottingham drafted you, things changed. But I guess it’s pretty useful to know how to properly treat somebody’s wounds.

" Hey! " You heard Rob say from across the room, " Where are you goin- "

"I'm getting my medical supplies, dumbass. " You say back with a bit of an attitude, not wanting to be told where you’re going or what you’re doing when all you trying to do is help. " Oh, sorry, love. Carry on. " He said, making you turn your head to see a light smile adorning his features.

As much as you sometimes hated Robin's attitude and sarcasm, you just can’t help yourself to be mad at him. It’s almost like you're drawn under a spell that will keep you from ever getting into any sort of confrontation.

You finally got all your medical supplies and you headed to the small table that he sat in on. Letting the supplies fall from your hands, you organized it quickly, while Rob eyed you carefully the whole time.

Once you got everything ready and set up the way you wanted it, you took one more look at his thigh. ' Shit. ' You thought, his cut is too deep to get a good look at what’s going on, so you’re gonna have to find a way to ask him to take his pants off. " The cuts- uhm. " You stutter, " Your gonna have to take your pants off if you want me to get a good look at it and fix it. " you were looking everywhere except his face, not wanting him to see your blush-coated cheeks. Even though you weren’t looking at him, you could still feel his gaze burning a hole into the side of your head.

[ I am currently editing this, and right here is my stopping point. If the story shifts or changes I’m sorry, I will fix it soon. ]

" Hmm. If I fix up your thigh, will you give me a kiss? " You say before continuing, " I’ve always wondered if your a good kisser or not. "

He let out a small chuckle when his eyes kept flicking down to your lips. Then he finally spoke up and said, " Sure, love. " You blushed at the pet name. " Maybe I’ll give you something more than just a kiss. " He winked, making you roll your eyes at his audacity to be this flirty when he’s impaled.

" Fine, let me get my stuff.. " You say, heading away to get your medical supplies while Rob just watch you leave with a smile on his lips.

~

" Mkay, done. " You say as you wrap up his leg and stand up straight, pretty of yourself.

" Well, here’s the kiss that you wanted. " He said as he grabbed your arms, lightly pulling you in before his lips collided with yours.

it felt amazing, and you wanted to be immersed in this feeling forever. You didn’t know what to do, but you were able to make room by spreading his thighs wider so

You are setting up traps for Robin to shoot at later, when all of a sudden you hear a loud, low, groan from him, making a shiver run down your spine. You decide to go upstairs to see Rob, shirtless, only in his pants, with a wet bloody rag on his thigh where he got impaled. You tried your best not to say anything weird or out of pocket when you approached him.

" Do you want me to patch you up? " You decide to say, trying hard to only stare at his injury and nothing else.

" Yes, please. " He said, panting. You tried your best to hide it, but he noticed when you clenched your thighs together at his low voice and the state he was in right now.

" Hmm. If I fix up your thigh, will you kiss me? " You say before continuing, " I’ve always wondered if your a good kisser or not. "

He let out a small chuckle when his eyes kept flicking down to your lips. Then he finally spoke up and said, " Sure, love. " You blushed at the pet name. " Maybe I’ll give you something more than just a kiss. " He winked, making you roll your eyes at his audacity to be this flirty when he was just a few minutes ago screaming because he got impaled.

" Fine, let me get my stuff.. " You say, heading away to get your medical supplies while Rob just watch you leave with a smile on his lips.

" Well, here’s the kiss that you wanted. " He said as he grabbed your arms, lightly pulling you in before his lips collided with yours.

It feels amazing, and you wanted to be immersed in this feeling forever. You didn’t know what to do, but you were able to make room by spreading his thighs wider so you get closer to him, which made him moan into your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, knowing it could be any moment when John could walk upstairs and see you two start to make out like teenagers, you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel Rob, you wanted his weight on top of you, you wanted him to pin you against the wall and fuck you till your legs went numb and you were cockdrunk.

He wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, pulling you closer and you felt his buldge in his pants grow. You let go of his lips for air and you almost whined at the loss of contact.

" Sorry, love. I don’t want us to get caught. " Rob said with a frown. You cupped his cheek with your hand and kiss him again softly before saying. " It’s fine, we can continue later. "

~

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Behind Closed Doors - Chapter 3

Pairing: CEO! Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Slice of Life, Slightly Suggestive.

CW: Wooyoung is touchy, he makes a few suggestive comments but nothing drastic.

Word Count: 3712

Summary: Your first day was nothing less than eventful. Getting settled into your office you’re introduced to the first project you’ll be working on and it’s with none other than CEO Jung Wooyoung himself.

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You stood in front of the large glass doors at the front of Ocean Media, box in hand ready to start your first day. Well that’s if you were really ready that is. Your nerves had gotten the better of you and your stomach was in knots. You knew it was normal to be nervous for your first day of work but to be this nervous couldn’t possibly be normal, you were at the point you were too scared to set foot through the door despite having been all over the building the day before. With a deep breath you put one foot in front of the other and stepped inside.

The nerves had really settled in, you were looking around the lobby like a lost child until a relatively familiar voice called you. 

“Hey Y/n, over here.” You turned to the source of the voice, eyes being met with Hongjoong who you remember meeting briefly on your tour. 

“Oh, hi Hongjoong.” You say a little too timid for your liking as you walk over to him. 

“Are you ready to see your office?” He asks with an enthusiastic grin covering his face. You gave a shy nod in response and followed closely behind him as he lead you through various hallways and staircases to the office that you would be calling your own. 

"How are you feeling, you look like you're ready to pass out." Hongjoong jokes noticing how pale you'd gone. 

"I'm okay just a little nervous, you know, first day at a new job, new people and all that."

"I get how you feel, on my first day I was that nervous I almost didn't make it through the door, I was lucky that Yunho had recognised me and helped me out, so i thought I'd do the same for you." Hearing the small snippet of his story made you feel a bit more relaxed, you were grateful at how thoughtful Hongjoong was, he didn't need to do this for you but he wanted to. 

"Thank you for this, it's nice to have a friendly face around."

The short walk to the main doors of your floor were filled with a comfortable silence, the doors in front of you however, not so comfortable. Your breathing got a little shaky and Hongjoong noticed. 

"Hey," He started, placing both hands lightly on your shoulders to face him. "You got this okay." His bright smile helping you settle as you nod at him. He held the door for you and stood to one side letting you through as you took in the surroundings. You realised you didn't get to have a proper look on your tour so now was a good a time as ever seeing as you were going to be spending a lot more time here. 

"Come, I'll take you to your office so you can get settled." Hongjoong said, ushering you to follow him down a hallway.

You had no words when Hongjoong stopped at the door of a large office, you felt as if your jaw had hit the floor with the way it hung open. 

"I gotta say Y/n, I'm pretty envious of you." He joked chuckling to himself as he craned his head around the doorframe. 

"Are you sure this is my office, its awfully... big. " Hongjoong's finger tapped the name plate on the door that shone in the light. 

 "That's your name isn't it?"

"Yes, but I'm just an intern surely I should have an office the size of a broom closet or something." Hongjoong couldn't help but laugh at what you said. 

"Well Wooyoung picked this one out for you so he must think highly of you already, hell I might even say you might be a favourite.” You scoff at Hongjoong, it was your first day how could you be a favourite already, there was no way. 

“I’ll leave you to get settled in, my office is just 3 doors down the hall.” Hongjoong says pointing in the direction to his office. 

“If you need any help or someone to talk to just come find me.” You smile lightly at him before thanking him for everything. 

“Oh and here, this is the number to my office, just drop me a call if you need to.” He places a small blue sticky note on your desk with his name and office phone number. 

“Even if it’s something small just let me know.” 

“Thank you, really, for all of this, I’m feeling so welcome already.” You smile up at him placing your box down next to the note. 

“Welcome to the Ocean Media family Y/n.” Hongjoong says, taking his leave with a small nod and salute to you before disappearing down the corridor. You let out a small sigh looking around the large room as Wooyoung’s words from the day before ran through your head, he let all his staff decorate their spaces however they want, not that it was a priority of yours right now, you’ll get to that over time but that didn’t stop the visions running through your head. 

Starting with the stationary you started to unpack your box, placing a few notebooks in your drawer and some, for now, empty folders on the shelf and finishing up your desk with the smaller stationary items you’d recently bought. A small pencil pot filled with mostly black pens and a number of coloured ones, sticky notes stacked in a small pile next to it, followed by a desk calendar and planner. You smiled to yourself loving how it all looked so far, you felt very professional and mentally patted yourself on the back for how organised you looked. Only one item left in the box for you to take out. A small plant pot that held a peace lily. You scanned the room looking for where to put it, you originally wanted it on the desk with you but seeing how everything else way laid out you didn’t want it to look cluttered. A moment goes by and you opt to put it on the shelf. Walking over you’re stopped by a light knock on the door. 

“Ah, I see you’re settling in nicely, nice plant.” Wooyoung chuckles walking into the room. 

“Hi, thank you, I always like to have a plant in a work space, it’s more peaceful that way.” You giggle to yourself while cringing a little thinking you sound silly. 

“It’s a nice touch. So how do you like it?” Wooyoung asks, arms opening to gesture to the room around you. 

“It’s amazing, I was expecting a lot smaller so I’m really grateful for this, I heard you picked it out, you really didn’t need to give this much space to an intern.” He gives you a low chuckle waving his hands at you. 

“No, no, you might be an intern but all staff here are equals, plus I have high hopes for you so what would be the point in giving you a tiny office only to move you into this one anyway, might as well save you the effort.” You could feel a small blush creep up to your cheeks, you didn’t know why that simple statement was making you flustered, so to hide it you turned back around to place the pot you were still holding on the shelf.

With a furrowed brow Wooyoung stepped behind you, his front pressed lightly against your back as he took the pot from your hands, making sure his fingers grazed along yours in the process. You stopped breathing for a second but quickly composed yourself before looking at him. 

“I think this would look better over here.” He says with a smirk before walking over to the window sill behind your desk. You had to admit it did look better there and now that you think of it, it’ll get more light too. 

“Thank you.” You merely whisper to him watching as his fingers run over the leaves. He turns to face you again, slowly making his way towards the door. 

“I’ll let you get back to what you were doing, all I ask is if you could drop by my office once you’re finished, I have your first project for you.” You give a light nod in response following him towards the door. 

“Just don’t keep me waiting too long.” Flashing you a quick wink he’s out of your office and off towards his own. 

“Hey how are you settling in?” Hongjoong calls out to you raising his mug in greeting as you step into the break room. 

“All unpacked and ready to work.” You reply enthusiastically. 

“Mr Jung said he’s already got a project for me so I’m a bit excited.”  Hongjoong looked at you with a warm smile, he was glad to see you were a lot less nervous than when he saw you last. 

“Do you know what the project might be?”

“No not yet, he said to see him in his office when I’m free, I was going to go once I got a bit more caffeine in my system.” You state walking over to the coffee machine and selecting your coffee of choice. 

“I’m just gonna warn you now, be careful of Mr Jung, don’t get me wrong he’s a great guy and can wear his heart on his sleeve, but he’s definitely one you need to take with a pinch of salt.” You raise your eyebrow at Hongjoong questioningly. Despite the sort of, as you might call it, brief history you share with Wooyoung you didn’t see anything wrong with him, yes he could be a little forward but seeing how you originally met him it didn’t strike you as anything to be concerned about. 

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not important right now, I’ll tell you another time I don’t want to overload you with stuff just yet, but just remember what I said about taking him with a pinch of salt.” You started to get curious as to what Hongjoong meant but you knew there was no point in pressing him about it, he said he’ll tell you another time so all you could do was wait, you just kept telling yourself it couldn’t be that bad if he wouldn’t tell you right now. You spend the rest of your time in the break room talking to Hongjoong who tells you a little bit more about the others that work there and introduces you to some of the other writers who were in the room, making sure you really felt welcomed and a lot more comfortable in your surroundings. 

“Right, caffeine in my system I’m ready for this project.” You say bunching your fists and mentally hyping yourself up. 

“Good luck, you’ll smash it.” Hongjoong cheers you on as you walk out after saying your goodbyes. 

On your way to Wooyoung’s office you made sure to grab a small note book and pen, ready to take down any notes you might need to. Walking up to the secretary's desk you tell Amber that Wooyoung was waiting for you and with a light nod she walks you to his office door. 

“Mr Jung, Y/n is here for you.” She announces opening the door for you letting you walk inside. 

“Thanks Amber.” He says flashing her a charming smile, the way she blushed and the new swing in her hips didn’t go unnoticed by you, you thought it was a little odd but shrugged it off, it wasn’t your business anyway.

“Are you ready for your project?” You nod a little trying to keep your eagerness tame. Wooyoung brings out a small binder which held your project brief and places it in your hand. It doesn’t take you long to have a quick skim over it as he tells you the finer details. 

“I think it’ll be a good starting point for you, it’ll show me what you’re capable of and how you work and to make it even better you’ll be working alongside someone for the duration of it.” Your eyes widened a little, you were looking forward to meeting and working with new people and start making friends. 

“Who will I be working with?”

“Me.” He says with a smug smile plastered on his face as he approaches you. 

“If I’m to really see how you work I thought it would be best if I worked with you myself.” Wooyoung leaned down so his face was inches away from your own leaving you taken aback by the sudden closeness. 

“Don’t you think?” He quips watching as you get flustered for a split before shooting you the same charming grin he gave Amber moments earlier. You could tell he was trying to get you flustered but you wanted to play hard to get, just like you did at the bar the night you both met, as much as you’d love to give in and let him have his way with you, you felt he needed to earn that privilege, so what was a little playing hard to get going to do?

You both got set up at his desk, papers laid out as you both ran through what you needed to and the last hour you’d been working with him you’d busied yourself scribbling down notes on the side making sure to note down the most important bits and what you thought you’d need to know later down the line. It was safe to say Wooyoung was impressed with how you organised yourself and he took that opportunity to try his luck again. Leaning over to look at what you were writing he made sure to get as close as he could to you a small smile on his face as he watches you write. 

“Hi.” You smile at him, finally noticing how close he is. 

“Hi.” Wooyoung replies in almost a whisper. 

“Can I help you?” You put your pen down and turn to face him only for him to move back not even an inch. 

“I was just wondering what you were doing, it’s good you’re taking so many notes.” His eyes didn’t flick back to your book, not even once, keeping intense eye contact with you that had your heart racing and your breathing getting slightly uneven even when you tried your damnedest to keep it together. He gives you a light chuckle before getting up to go towards his bookcase in search of another file he needed, leaving you to quietly kick yourself for allowing him to get into your head so easily. 

“Hey, Y/n, can you bring that file here please.” He calls over to you, gesturing towards the file in front of you on the desk. You did it instantly, rising from your chair file in hand making your way towards him, but unlucky for you, you didn’t notice the box laying on the floor next to your side of the desk, which when your foot collided with it sent you flying.

Bracing yourself you were ready for the impact that never came, instead being replace by the feeling of warm hands holding you by the hips. Looking up you were met with Wooyoung’s face, once again, dangerously close to your own. His lips so close to yours you could feel his breath against your skin as he let out a breathy chuckle. 

“Falling for me already I see.” Cockiness lacing his voice before he bit down on his bottom lip lightly. 

“Yeah okay.” You chuckle sarcastically straightening yourself up but his hands never left you. 

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that Mr Jung.” He liked the challenge and the small raise of his eyebrow showed he liked it, loved it even. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten that night already?” He feigns a pout pulling you closer so you were almost pressed against him. 

“Oh the night I didn’t sleep with you?” You surprised yourself at the sudden burst of confidence but the smirk he gave you was so worth it. 

“Well if I remember correctly didn’t you say yourself the next time we meet we could be on the same page?” You knew exactly what he was getting at and you did indeed remember what you said, but you weren’t backing down just yet. 

“Here’s the file you wanted.” You avoided his question, pressing the file to his chest making him break the hold he had on you.

The rest of the time you spent with Wooyoung played out the same way, he’d try to get you worked up and you’d quip back at him sometimes sarcasm would breath through, but the both of you seemed to love it, you loved pulling him along and he loved the chase, it was a dynamic you never thought you’d ever have with an employer. 

With a stretch Wooyoung glanced up at the clock to see it was already pushing 10pm and just to validate himself he glanced at the window seeing how darkness covered his view, the only light being that of the street lights below and the small windows of lights in the offices opposite. 

“Huh dark already.” Wooyoung comments mostly to himself but at the same time catches your attention. 

“How do you feel about wrapping it up for today, we can pick up next time you’re in.” You nod at him, stretching your arms over your head before pulling your phone out. 

“I’ll call myself a cab.” Wooyoung’s head snaps to look at you. 

“Why are you phoning a cab?”

“Well the busses don’t run this late and my apartment is a bit too far to walk from here so I’ll call a cab.” Just as you were about to punch in the number for the cab service your phone was ripped from your grasp. 

“What are you...” Wooyoung quickly locked your phone placing it by the side of him. 

“I’ll drive you home.” 

“No I can’t ask that of you, it’s fine I’ll call a cab.” You insist as you go to reach for your phone being blocked by Wooyoung. 

“No I’ll drive you, a pretty girl like you getting into a cab driven by a stranger at this time is dangerous.” You roll your eyes at him, he was being dramatic. 

“Mr Jung I’ll be fine.” Getting up Wooyoung grabbed his things and your phone along with him before heading towards the door. 

“Hey my phone!” Wooyoung turned on his heels to face you, phone dangling between his fingers. 

“Oops, I guess since I have your phone you can’t call a cab so you’ll have to get a ride with me...bummer.” A teasing grin grew on his face as he watched as you gave in, you realised you weren’t going to win this argument so there was no point in fighting. 

“Okay, okay I’ll come with you.” You sigh taking your phone from him as his hand lowered to give it back. 

“Thank you, you really didn’t need to.”

The drive back to your apartment was relatively quiet, you were too busy looking out the window taking in the scenery of the city flying past you as he drove and you had to admit getting driven home in a brand new Tesla was a lot better than some grubby cab. You were glad when your attention went back to Wooyoung because you noticed he was in the wrong lane to take you home. 

“No,no next left.” You giggle watching him slightly panic and try to squeeze into the left lane in time for the turning. 

“You could have told me sooner mind.” 

“I gave you my address, if you needed directions why didn’t you use your satnav?” Wooyoung pursed his lips in response, he didn’t have an answer, you were right after all. 

“Next right here and that’s me.” You direct him as you pick up your bag from your feet readying yourself to leave. Wooyoung pulled up outside your apartment complex and hurriedly removed his seatbelt. 

“Stay there.” You didn’t get a chance to ask him why when he climbed out of the car running over to your side and opening the door for you. 

“Oh, I never took you for a gentleman, thank you.” You joke as you step out from the car. 

“What can I say I’m full of surprises.” Carefully shutting the door behind you Wooyoung turns his attention to you fully once again. 

“So when will you be in next?”

“Well I have uni tomorrow so I’m looking to be back in Thursday.” Stepping towards you and placing a hand gently on your hip Wooyoung flashes you that charming smile again. 

“I guess I’ll see you then Doll.” You roll your eyes at the pet name stepping away from his hold on you and turning to go through the front door. 

“Goodnight Mr Jung.” 

The moment you set foot in your apartment you’re met with a screaming Clio. 

“Clio calm down what’s wrong?” You ask grabbing her shoulders pushing her down to root her to the floor. 

“YOU AND JUNG WOOYOUNG OH MY FUCKING GOD!” Clio screams so loud you wouldn’t be surprised if your neighbours thought you were killing her. 

“Wow, wow, wow, what?” Clio was practically vibrating on the spot with excitement. 

“I saw you two, I was walking past the window and I saw you both next to his car WITH HIS HAND ON YOUR HIP!” You pinch the bridge of your nose between your thumb and index finger trying so hard not to call her a stupid bitch.

“Clio I promise you nothing is going on.” You say walking further into the apartment and setting your bag down. 

“It didn’t look like nothing to me, come on y/n you can tell me...ARE YOU SLEEPING WITH HIM!?” You cover her mouth with your hand to stop her screaming outbursts. 

“No I’m not sleeping with him, he’s just a touchy guy that’s it, it’s all nothing now calm down will you.” 

“Well if you’re not gonna sleep with him I’ll sure as hell try my luck.” Clio jokes and finding amusement in how your face contorts with disgust. 

“What a man as fine as him and with a car like that why wouldn’t I?” Shaking your head you decide to put an end to the topic of conversation. 

“I know it’s late but what do you want to eat.” 

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[saturnthemuse]

The Arkham Hellion: Year One

Chapter 1: The One Where Everything Worked Out (Part 1)

Characters: OC (Connie Inviglio), OC (Emril Griffith), Poison Ivy/Pamela Isley

Warnings: Prison/Hospital/Asylum setting, doctors and psychiatrists, mentions of pain. Swearing, violence, dehumanization, derealization, mentions of sex... this series isn't going to be PG, yall, so be warned.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: I don't even know what to put here. This is part one of chapter one of TAH. I've beta read it a little, but not in a long time. I first wrote this chapter like. 3 years ago so it's probably. Not Great. And this chapter is pretty boring but you gotta start boring so you have a baseline for how fucked it gets :)

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The Asylum was quieter today, so when Connie Inviglio heard her name being called over the comms, she heard it loud and clear.  She was checking in on an injured IT patient in the medical facility when she got the call, and it was a short walk across an open courtyard to the Penitentiary. Her overseer stood at the check-in desk at the front, waiting for her. 

“Inviglio,” Dr. Griffith said, studying the face of his novice, “Good, you’re here. Isley had a scheduled evaluation today, I’m sending you in.” 

“Had?”

“Her doctor didn’t show up, he’s busy in his office with ‘paperwork’ and put off the evaluation.” Griffith didn’t face her as he spoke, rather turning down the hall. The eccentric yet brilliant Welshman started walking mid sentence, as he often did, and Connie followed behind him in step.

“Ah, yes, the infamous paperwork,” Connie hummed, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “that definitely has nothing to do with the tech he's definitely not screwing.” 

Both Griffith and Inviglio flashed their IDs to the nurses, and once more at the guards, before the second and third sets of doors unlocked one by one and allowed them entry. 

“No, of course not, he’s a professional.” Griffith’s deadpan was enough to give Connie the story. A well-paid Arkham doctor slacking off on patients that were hostile and deemed untreatable? Frankly, she wasn’t surprised. 

“Isley’s doctor is Riviera, right?” 

“Aye. And for the record, it's not about the new tech he's not screwing, it's about the nurse he's not screwing.” 

Connie sighed irritably as she contemplated the correlation of Arkham’s spotty reputation and the work ethic of doctors like Riviera. It was no surprise why the lunatics never got any better and breakouts were polyannual events. 

“Isley’s evaluation, is it pharma or just psych?” 

“You’re not involved with pharma, Connie, just do an honest psych eval. And I want your notes on future care for her as well, you’re smart,” he waved his hand as he walked, “figure something out.” 

“Did you just compliment me?” Connie stopped in front of the heavy, automated metal door that led into what was referred to as "the Green Mile," in reference to the fact that no plants were allowed past the security gate.

“You’re already late for the eval,” Griffith replied over his shoulder. He scanned his badge to unlock the thick metal door.

“Thanks, Griffith,”  she mumbled, knowing that was as close as she’d ever get to “I trust your insight” from Dr. Emril Griffith. 

He didn’t regard her, blowing past her into the containment room. A large glass cell with a single chair hosted Pamela Isley, known to the public and media as Poison Ivy. she had ripped the legs off of her prison outfit, modifying them into a highly suggestive form of shorts, and her top was left with a single button done to cover her large breast. Isley regarded Griffith and Inviglio through thick lashes, arching her back just enough to accentuate her hips and chest. Seduction and manipulation was Ivy’s entire game, but Connie’s game was willpower. 

“This,” Griffith started, leaning very close to the glass and gesturing to Connie, “Is Ms. Inviglio. She will be handling your evaluation today.” 

“Did you bring me a woman in an attempt to evade my seduction, Dr. Griffith?” Ivy purred. There was so much wrong with that statement regarding Connie, but her gender and her sexuality was not of importance compared to her professionality. She didn’t bother to correct her.

“I brought you someone who you won’t be able to toy with,” Griffith practically spat. He was not one so easily intimidated, and even when he was, he never let it show.

Isley’s ruby red lips pulled back to show pearly white teeth, but no humor could be found in her dark green eyes. 

Without another word, he turned back to Connie. 

“You got this, yeah?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Drop the formalities, Inviglio. Now sod off, get to work. You know where to call me after you’re done.” 

With that, Griffith strode out of the holding room, and the door clicked behind him. 

“Inviglio, date: July 30, 20xx,” Connie stated as the tape began rolling. “Psychological evaluation of Pamela Isley. Hello, Pamela.” 

“Please,” she hummed, “call me Ivy.” 

The word ‘Ivy’ was quickly etched across the first line of Connie’s legal pad. Insistence of an alternate identity was one red flag. 

“How are you doing today, Ivy?” 

“Not well,” Ivy sighed. “It’s so cold, and my plants are aching, Ms. Inviglio.” 

“Can you clarify what your plants are?” Connie had read Isley’s file, she already knew, but she wanted to talk to Ivy one on one. She wanted the information from the source. 

“My babies… all of the plants of Earth, they are my children. They are being cut down, neglected, hurt. I can feel their pain,” Ivy’s eyes squeezed shut as she spoke. “Humans are killing my plants, and I can hear their screams.” 

So much to work with, so many questions to ask, where to begin? Connie jotted down Ivy’s use of the word “humans,” as if she weren't one of them. 

“What does this pain feel like?” 

Ivy sighed at Inviglio’s apparent ignorance. “It depends on the injury, and the plant, darling. If an animal bites it, I feel the bite deep against my skin. If it is a blunt blow, it’s as if I feel the impact against my body. When their branches are cut, I feel the piercing pain in my arms and legs. It is agony.” 

“And this is a literal pain?” 

“Yes! You kill my plants, my babies, and you have no right to!” Ivy cried. She threw her head back, her vibrant red hair being flipped over her shoulders.

“How do you feel about that?” Connie studied Ivy’s reaction. 

Ivy’s upset display of emotion ceased. She looked up at her interviewer slowly, her eyes hooded and her reaction controlled. 

“Why do you want to know?” Interviews could go two ways. 

“Answering a question with a question. That’s called deflection, Ms. Isley. Would you please reconsider the question?” 

Ivy sighed once more. 

“I want my plants to stop hurting.” 

“Because it hurts you? Or do you genuinely care about them?” 

The question caught Ivy off guard. None of the other doctors considered questions like these. 

“Both. I feel their pain, and thus, I don’t want them to suffer anymore.” 

“Not just to relieve your own pain?” 

“No. But to relieve them of theirs. I only wish to see my plants thrive, and grow.” 

“Even if it disbalances natural order?” 

“What is natural about the destruction of life?” Ivy snapped. 

“In moderation, death and destruction makes space for new life, and growth. What do you think about that?” 

“Destroying places of natural growth is not moderation, doctor,” The patient seethed. 

“Alright. That is understandable. But too much growth, that leads to things like cancer. Where I’m from, kudzu is an invasive species that grows and grows and cannot be eradicated, and that chokes out other plantlife. Is cutting down kudzu acceptable? And… How do you feel about the pruning of plants?” 

Ivy studied Connie. She was strange to Ivy; she didn’t pry about her murderous history or her tendency towards violence. This wasn’t really about Ivy’s actions; it was about Ivy’s opinions, and opinions on her plants, nonetheless. 

“Why do you ask?” 

Connie smiled as warmly as she could. 

“You’re deflecting.” 

“I’ll answer your questions as soon as I know why you’re doing this.” 

She needed to stop holding her breath. As she exhaled, Connie sat forward, propping her elbows on her desk. 

“I simply want to understand. You are more than just the insults of guards and the antics of the news media. Does that answer your question?” 

After a moment of processing, Ivy replied. 

“You’re not arguing with me. You’re trying to learn.” 

“That’s right.” 

Another pause.

“If it is to assist in the growth of the plant, pruning is… acceptable.” 

Connie smiled genuinely to the woman on the other side of the glass. 

“Then that is all for today. Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Ivy, I found it quite enlightening. We will see to furthering your care and assisting you in any way we can.” 

Connie stood, and started putting away her notepad, pen and file.

“That’s it?” Ivy sounded vaguely baffled. 

“That’s it.” Connie replied with a smile. “As long as you were completely honest, I think we can help you and your relationship with the plants. Pardon, your plants.” 

“Don’t belittle me.”

“I had no intention of doing so. I truly mean what I said in full kindness, Ivy. It sounds like you are in a lot of pain, and as you want to help the plants, I want to help you. You shouldn’t have to go through such pain.” 

With a click, Connie stopped the recording, and placed the tape and recorder into her bag. Ivy didn’t say anything as Connie moved towards the door. With a beep, she scanned her ID and unlocked the door. 

“Until the next time, Ms. Ivy.” 

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[husbandohunter]

You know ur small predicament post?? you should make a reverse version where s/o is smaller!

A Smaller Predicament [Genshin Impact x Smol!Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Not only did you shrink, you went pocket sized as well!

(A sequel to "A Small Predicament")

(A/n): Sorry for the long wait anon, and I kind of added a twist to the scenario for more diversity hahaha hope you don't mind >_<. And why is Childe the poster boy for this series lmao.

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Childe

When Childe walks in, he doesn't see you....until he looked down. He almost crunched you beneath his feet if it weren't for your constant flailing of arms and screeching voice. He blanks out for a hot minute as you clung onto his toes, doesn't dare to move an inch because he's so petrified (even though there's nothing to be afraid of??). But honestly if Childe moved right now, he might accidentally flail you to the side and that's the last thing he wants.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU??" He screamed so loud it nearly blew you out of proportion. Seems like he's going to have alot of adjusting to do. Childe is a tall man (canonically the tallest) and he knows how impulsive he can get which is why he bought a handmade dollhouse from one of the Liyue merchants for you to stay in.

Though there's something about your tiny size that makes his heart flutter. With your face so small with a pair of eyes far too big, *clutches chest* "My oujo-chan is so cute" -Childe probably. He won't stop saying them over again and you were growing tired of his gushing reactions. He can't help it. He wants to spoil you rotten. You fit right onto the flat of his palms, the way you just snuggle up againts his finger and he just- swoons, might tear up (bruh).

Toys may be for kids but for Childe it was now his favourite pass time. While you navigate around the wooden dollhouse, he pitches in by moving around the furniture to make it easier for you. Offers to carry you through the rooms like a personal elevator. And please, please let him tuck you to bed. He has to pinch his fingers to grab the blanket. It's so adorable to him.

Loves it when you snuggle up against his collar. He thinks it would be the best area for you to be nearby him since the risk of you getting hit by anything (or him) by accident is very slim chance. Sometimes he pulls up his collar so that you're more comfortable and cradled within. He would have to avert his eyes down rather than turning his head if he wanted to look at you otherwise you'd be hit by his chin and that would hurt.

The poking sensation with you by his neck can bother him since he's veeeery tickilish there. Plus, Childe can get easily sweaty so have fun with that.

You have a feeling that he wasn't so pleased when you transformed back. You might be right. Actually, you are right. He secretly has an extra potion hidden somewhere...just in case.

Diluc

Mortified, his soul just left his body. To think things couldn't get any worse ever since he turned into a child to the point no one took him seriously, now you're literally the size of an apple. Oh god what if his bird suddenly swoops in and gobbles you right up? Or the wrath of the wind comes by, swirling you away towards a tornado. Needless to say, Diluc grew paranoid over your well-being ever since.

Due to your extremely small size, he will ensure that you are supervised by him (except at night where he has places to go). In otherwords, you're slipped into the inner pocket of his coat. It's super warm, you can fall asleep (and feel his heartbeat awww). Diluc doesn't like keeping you in places where people can see you, it would be too easy for outer things to access your tiny form (or maybe he secretly likes the feeling of you in his pocket.)

And he's such a gentleman about it. You noticed how careful he moves among his footsteps because he's worried that you might get dizzy. Diluc guards the pocket at close parameter, keeping an eye on things so he won't bump into them. As if he was treading on thin ice (you even suggested it was best to leave you home but he's too overprotective for his own good).

You're like his little assistant. Diluc does so much paperwork through out the day and although the act was small, he finds it endearing how you would help bring the papers back to it's rightful pile or pushing the ink bowl towards him. Or during his shifts at Angel's Share, crawling around the glass utensils and trying to find a specific wine beverage on his shelf. Of course that only happens when the shop is closed, how is he going to explain to his patrons that you shrank and now live in his pocket?

He dislikes the thought of you wandering too far. It's so easy for you to get lost especially when the mansion is so large.

At night you now sleep atop the fluff of the pillow. Diluc is a calm sleeper so he won't have to worry about hitting into you. However he radiates warmth so you just subconicously roll towards to his face. He usually wakes up with you sprawled over his nose. He can hardly breath (careful, he might just sneeze too).

This all happened because of the experiements you participated with Albedo. Diluc ensures that doesn't happen again. It will take some tencaious effort to convince him otherwise.

Scaramouche

Fuck this guy. He treats you like his new pet, a new toy (though you technically are one). He has this arrogant, smug and sadistic look as if he was a predator looking at his prey and grabs you by the collar before dangling you up in the air.

"Hmph, looks like the tables have turned," he says while toying with your state. You tell him he's just angry because he's short himself and mad that everyone else in the Fatui organization is taller than him. Scaramouche demon face activated. He's about to devour you. (Maybe you should keep your mouth shut this time. Honestly your relationship with him is pretty weird).

His hat is so fun to play with. You'd swing around like Tarzan using the strings that were hanging from it. His head was your playground now which annoys him to an enourmous extent because it makes him look ridiculous. Scaramouche will have a hard time catching you since you move around so much. Climb around him, especially the back of his neck. He'll start wheezing when you tickle him there.

The type to put you in a box but also the type to keep you on his shoulders. Being relied on makes him feel taller (lmfao). Scaramouche seemse to have developed a habit to poke your cheeks whenever he needed your attention and you bit him back once when he pushed too hard that you nearly fell off. Despite your size, your teeth still hurt. He threatens to put you back into the box if you don't behave and the outcome ends with a full out brawl as he tries to grab you again while you run around, pulling the strands of his hair to climb on top of his hat. (This is literally Tom and Jerry wtf.)

After transforming back, he outwardly admits his disappointmen. Scaramouche says it suits you better (when he actually meant that he highly prefers you small). You marked his words, keeping an extra vial for your own entertainment in the near future.

Xiao

Xiao was face-palming against his forehead real hard about this. For the love of Rex Lapis, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? First it was the child incident, now you're the size of his finger? Good grief, looks like he will have to keep an eye on you from now on but at the same time he's scared to get too close, you are nothing but a tiny mortal in which he would have to double his effort to look after.

He lets you sit at the crown of his head rather than anywhere else. You insisted since it was easier to see everything at a nice distance (plus he's short so you won't have to worry about him bumping into door frames). You noticed that Xiao also has a little strand sticking out from the center (ahoge) and you sometimes grab onto it for stability. Turns out he's quite sensitive there and winces when you pull too hard.

For the remaining week as the antedote was being prepared, Xiao became extremely aggressive over your well-being, he looks as if he's ready to massacre everything in his way...which he did. Clears out the monsters off the path before going on daily strolls with you, you wouldn't have to lift a finger from now on. No one except for him is allowed to hold you unless they're a trustworthy person. You could feel his sharp eyes glued on you like a hawk when walking into the grasp of Zhongli's hand.

You once accidentally tripped into his almond tofu when he wasn't looking and he almost ate you. Turns out being small made his job as your gaurdian ten times harder (especially when you're the clumsy type). If you were to fall off the table, he would have to catch you right? Xiao often bumps into furnitures in the process...ouch!

He's very soft. It's all over his forehead, his mouth, his eyes. When he looks at you, his tense eatures melted away and there's an invisible fondness over them as he cradles you in his palm. The way you snuggle in them is lke the most precious thing in the world.

When you turn back, there's a wave of relief. He was really stressed out you know?

Zhongli

His first thought is to get you as far as he can from the Funeral Parlour before Hu Tao finds you. Who knows what that child might have in mind. Zhongli takes one of his empty tea pots and urges you to go inside, or carries a tea cup with you in it, he likes placing you on objects while carrying you around.

Zhongli realizes that you can no longer use the household items like before so he has to remake them to your standards- especially when he realized he doesn't have the mora to buy you a dollhouse. He improvises. Takes a handkerchief to make your blanket, his cups for your bathtub, Zhongli had to cut the foot into byte-sized too. But in terms of clothes, well he had to make them as well. Living thousands of years would mean he would have lot of experience. Sewing was one of them luckily. But that would mean he has to take your measurements as well. In the end, most of the things he made were dresses since they were alot easier.

You like to sneak in between his shirt and his vest tucked behind the coat he wears. Unfortunately Zhongli doesn't seem to have visible pockets (most likely the reason why he doesn't carry mora either), though if you don't hold on tight you might just slip down his vest and right to his stomach. It makes him chuckle when that happens even if the amount of effort to get you out took more than he thought since his attire is quite complicated to put on. If you really want to climb on him, he'll find a seperate pouch (but realizes it won't be a good idea when there's alot of pick-pocketers in Liyue streets).

All of a sudden he reads you bedtime stories. It's some sort of inner instinct that tells him he's taking care of a child now (he's right though). You realized that his voice was equivalent to a thunder's roar due to size difference. He would have to whisper now.

It will always be part of his precious memories when you turned pocket-sized. Zhongli still keeps the clothing he made somewhere in his closets too.

Kaeya

Amused by this eventful situation. Absolutely thrilled! He's not evil like Scaramouche but this new version of his s/o is both adorable and fun at the same time. You're so easy to tickle, just one poke using his finger against your hips makes you yelp. Sometimes he twirls your hair or taps your forehead gently despite your protest, he's so handsy like always in an affectionate yet annoying way.

Kaeya picks you up and places you among the fluffy comfort of his feathery scarf. You sneezed, the last time he cleaned it was before he went on a mission with the knights. Though you have to admit, it's the best feeling in the world. It's so soft you might sink deeper into the fabric. He likes to put you in places where he can talk to you easily, sometimes on the table while he downs on his wine. Normally you have to take the bottle away before it gets too much, now you have to push it away which he finds very entertaining at your futile attempts.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you tell him. Since you turned byte-sized, he can't seem to stop playing around. Takes his two fingers and pretends they're legs walking across the surface. You would turn around and he halts, Kaeya sends you his signature grin. When he promises that he wouldn't do anything funny, you would let him hold you. Since hugs are out of the equation, Kaeya gives you his finger instead to wrap your arms around. He can't get enough seeing you like this, things he couldn't do when you were normal-sized. he enjoys your reactions way too much.

His favourite pass time is helping you brush your hair because the hairbursh is too big for you to handle. Kaeya ensure he's handling things delicately but he would love to help style it for you as well. Pretty please? At this point one request turns to another because he's having way too much fun. But it couldn't be helped since you would need his assistance in almost everything so there's really no escaping.

You were so happy when things were normal again but Kaeya would bring this up again during your conversations (how next time he would like to put you in his drinks while you're wearing a swim suit).

Albedo

Legit blurted out if he could put you on a hamster wheel.

What about trying out the little maze he just made?

Or participating in a race against slimes of different elements?

No? Okay, then he'll just turn you back.

Albedo isn't going deal with this as along as he can help it (especially when he remembers what Klee did to him when he turned small.)

[oddaodd]

· Wailing Teapots ·

Summary: When Tommy begins suspecting of Y/n's true allegiances he goes and questions her in her apartment only to discover a dark secret. (Angst/Fluff)

Warnings: Implications of abuse. (Nothing too graphic but just in case).

Author's note: I'm back! It feels so good to write again! My life has been a bit hectic lately, but I hope I can continue to make time for my writing because it honestly feels like coming back home after the most exhausting of voyages. Anyhow I hope y'all enjoy this and have the loveliest of days. ❤️

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Three strong knocks on the door stole Y/n’s attention from the live fire burning in her fireplace. With quiet feet she tiptoed to the door and placed her hand on the doorknob and stood still hoping to hear something that could tell her who it was behind the door, but she could only hear her own heartbeat beating violently in her ribcage as she held her breath.

She slightly hated herself for being afraid, but she couldn’t not be afraid, not with all the letters that had been delivered to her home.

“I know you’re in there Y/n”

As soon as she recognized the voice as Tommy’s, she finally breathed again before partly opening the door a weak smile gracing her features when she took in the sight of him. Before she could ask him what he was doing there he pushed the door open and allowed himself inside.

The smile vanished from her face in an instant and she quickly closed the door. There was something different about him, something that made the hairs on her arms stand up in trepidation. His eyes didn’t look like they had done a few nights prior when he took Y/n to the outskirts of town for a walk. The kind of walk in which one shares the kind of conversations that makes people grow closer together, the kind of walk which ends with a gentle kisses and fleeting touches.

“This is a nice place” he commented taking off his peaky cap, not even sparing Y/n a glance as he began walking slowly through the apartment which though small and plain held a considerable amount of expensive yet tasteful looking knick knacks that brightened up the whole place despite the old furniture that had beed there when Y/n first moved in.

“You couldn’t have waited for a formal invitation, could you?” She asked in a light tone still standing by the door, in the hope that it could change Tommy’s odd aura, but he ignored her question all together

“Almost too nice, wouldn’t you agree?” He asked picking up a vase and examining it before finally turning to look at Y/n.

“Tommy?” She asked, not really knowing why was he acting so strange.

“I know I pay you fair wages” he began, putting the vase down fixing his eyes on the fireplace where small traces of burnt paper rested “but I highly doubt you were able to make yourself of such an array of treasures with what I pay you.”

“All of this came with me from America.” She said feeling like she ought to explain herself and though her answer was an honest one, Tommy didn’t seem convinced, nevertheless, he hummed in mocking understanding before clearing his throat .

“Aren’t you gonna offer me tea?”

“Sure…where are my manners?” she said with a nervous laugh before walking to where her stove was and putting a kettle on.

Tommy followed her closely and drew a chair from her flimsy kitchen table before sitting down and taking notice of her shaky hands as she tied around a bit in the kitchen with her back to him as he sat on her favorite chair.

“Wish you had told me you were coming, I would have..”she began as she opened her pantry to put away some bread.

“You’ve been burning letters” he interrupted, not being able to shake off the image of the paper remains.

Y/n stilled for a moment before closing her pantry, thing which he noticed.

“Yeah, I don’t have the room to keep every single letter I get ” Y/n said, a defensiveness lingering softly in her words.

“I agree” Tommy said in a cold tone “specially when you are getting so many of them. Paul tells me he delivers at least 10 a week here” he continued, referring to the mailman who after being questioned by Tommy forgot all about post confidentiality.

“They are my mother’s” Y/n stuttered out.

The teapot then wailed, making her jump slightly before going to remove it from the stove and finally turning around to go and pour Tommy a cup.

“Right” Tommy said, his eyes not leaving Y/n’s figure as she poured the tea.

“Yeah, she’s ever so passionate about plants, been telling me all a-a-about her new greenhouse.” She continued pressured by Tommy’s heavy stare and silence.

Tommy offered a small cynical smile that Y/n didn’t see, she didn’t want to look at him. She felt like crying for she realized just then how suspicious she looked.

The sound of the chair being drawn again teased at Y/N’s ears, forcing her to look up at Tommy who was calmly walking towards her. She had never been afraid of him, but she couldn’t help but back away as he inched closer to her, her eyes widening.

“Who is Clyde Attenborough?” He asked producing another letter from his pocked like the many ones Y/n had been receiving for a while now. Same stamps and everything.

Color drained from her face at the sight of the letter and she found herself unable to produce an answer as her back came in soft contact with her pantry.

“What does he know? He asked.

“Where I live” Y/n whispered sorrowfully as a tear finally slipped down her cheek. Her eyes being for mercy.

“What have you been telling him?”

“Nothing” she answered truly.

“I bet he pays generously to know how the company works”

“I swear im not working for anyone else” Y/n stuttered, finally understanding why Tommy was so suspicious. Being his secretary, she knew plenty about the skeletons the family kept.

“Then why are you crying?” He pressed.

“Because you’re scaring me.”

Her words seemed to have an effect on Tommy for he immediately backed away, throwing the letter on the table, his back to her.

”I’m not gonna hurt you” he stated, beating himself up for corralling Y/n like that. His voice much less menacing than mere seconds ago. “Who is Clyde Attenborough?”

“I haven’t been honest with you” she finally confessed sniffing. To hell with everything.

At this Tommy turned around to look at her an unpleasant mix of emotions swimming in his eyes.

“Im married” she sobbed “Clyde’s my husband”

For the first time in a long time, Tommy was caught off guard.

“I came to Small Heath because I ran away from him, I figured he’d never find me but..” She said taking the letter in her shaky hands as if the thing were to blow off in any given second “I guess I was wrong. I-I don’t know how he found me”

She shifted her teary gaze from the letter to a shocked Tommy “I swear im not passing information” she chuckled sadly, the knot in her throat choking her a little.

Tommy stood glued in the same spot, not knowing what to do. His world had come crashing down when he began suspecting of Y/n’s alliances after Polly suggested he look into it. A pretty American girl, moving to a grey English town, taking up a job that was exhausting at best. It reminded him a little too much of Grace.

Now that he knew the truth , he didn’t feel any better.

“Is he dangerous?” He found himself asking after a few seconds of silence.

Y/n sniffed as she walked to her fireplace “I wouldn’t have left if he wasn’t” she said as she threw the letter into the crackling flames.

“Is he in Birmingham?”

“He keeps writing that he’ll come get me if I don’t go back, but im not sure” she answered.

Tommy fought the urge to go up to her and take her in his arms and instead put his peaky cap back on before heading for the door.

“I’m sorry” he whispered before stepping out of her place, The guilt of intimidating her in her own house gnawing at his insides and the newfound anger her husband created present on his drive home.

The next day Y/n noticed as she peeped out the window two men, both in peaky caps standing at the entrance of her apartment complex.

Three more days passed and Y/n was again surprised tby the sound of three knocks on her door as she read one evening.

“Its me, Y/N” Tommy’s voice flowed through the door shortly after the knocks.

Y/n quickly got off her couch and made her way to open the door. Her eyes falling on Tommy’s apologetic features.

“It’s dealt with” he said in all seriousness. The thick accent she loved so much vibrating through her ears.

As soon as she registered what Tommy had just said she let out a strained breath, her lips turned into a tired smile and a lone tear slipped out her misty eyes.

“Wanna come in?” She asked after a few seconds, feeling happier than she had felt for days.

“Is this a formal invitation?” He asked, a soft smile tugging at his lips, relieved that his antics from a few days prior hadn’t maimed Y/n´s trust.

At his question she just smiled, looking at him lovingly before taking hold of his hand and pulling him into her apartment before pressing her lips to his in a soft yer passionate manner. Without breaking the kiss, Tommy then closed the door.

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[gingerbreadmonsters]

SOUL MATE

or: the way to a candy heart is through a wolf stomach.

well, here we are again. it’s always such a pleasure! the immediate aftermath of SWEET TALK - this can be read as a standalone piece, but i highly suggest you read that one first so that you know what’s going on! gn!reader, pure confession fluff, no content warnings, except for a teeny tiny bit of (heavily) implied sexy time right at the end. apologies once again for any discrepancies or awkward turns of phrase - i don’t speak american english, but milo does, so sacrifices must be made, i guess. milo taking the plunge in just under 2100 words.

milo greer is very, very nervous.

it’s not exactly his fault - look, anyone would be nervous if they were about to do this, alright? - but knowing that doesn’t make it any easier. his leg bounces as you sit next to him on the edge of the bed, so he tries to slow it down so the mattress doesn’t move around too much. 

he swallows hard, and it tastes like candy, sweet and bright and fizzing, TRUE LOVE. he can do this.

“y’know how shifter culture, it’s a little bit different to other empowered races, right?” 

you nod, and he knows you know what he’s talking about. even if you hadn’t been dating him, with all his wolfy bullshit, for - god, how long has it been? it feels like he’s known you forever - however long, the department gives all their employees the lowdown on the different empowered cultures. 

it’s mostly about folks who find it more difficult to fit in with unempowered society, so shifters, vamps, demons and the like. elementals, energetics, telepaths, dreamwalkers - it’s not as tough for those sorts to feel at ease in a crowd of unempowered humans, so they don’t tend to have such strong, uh, pack bonds, if you will. 

vamps obviously can’t go out in the daytime, so they tend to keep to themselves and stick to their own clans most of the time, which you’ve told him is a hell of a headache when it comes to field work, seeing as it means fucking up your sleep schedule and waking up at three in the mornin’? are you crazy, sweetheart? to even just go and ask a few simple questions. 

all of their ‘field operatives’ - covert cops, mem-mods, investigators like you - get a special one that goes into a bit more detail, seeing as they’re the ones most likely to be getting up close and personal with the general empowered public. yeah, it’s better than the basic one, but he’s fairly sure it’s the same shitty video they’ve been rolling out every year since his dad was working there, and probably long before that too. 

wait, where was he going with this? shifter culture, right - it’s, uh, certainly unique, and while you’ve seen pretty much all there is to see of it (considering how long you two have been together), he’s never properly explained how different it feels. 

you’re pack, no questions asked. you’ve been pack ever since he’d walked into that mid-week pack meeting and david had turned to him and gone “when’s stealth getting here?”, since amanda had forgotten you hadn’t, uh, seen it all before and accidentally shifted back into human form right in front of you (neither of you have ever quite lived it down), since he’d called his ma in the middle of the store in a panic because he couldn’t decide which colour flowers you’d like more. 

you’re pack, and you’ll always be pack, but he’s not sure that you totally understand what that feels like, to a wolf.

(it’s funny - he says that like you’re not more wolf than he is, sometimes. he dreams about your eyes, your bite, your claws, and it feels so wrong when he wakes up and you’re curled up next to him with two legs and no fur to speak of. he forgets about it a few hours later, when you scare the fuck out of him sneaking up behind him while he’s brushing his teeth. the howl of your laughter, the flash of your teeth in the mirror - his sweetheart’s as animal as he is. he’s ALL YOURS, from head to toe to tail. the wolf inside him recognises its own.)

shifters are… different to other empowered folks, it’s no secret. the embrace of the pack, the pull of the alpha, the song of the moon and the forest and the tides - all those things that reach right into his soul and satisfy the ache inside of him. 

it’s just the truth of it, that he needs it, that without the bond of the pack he might as well be lost in space, adrift in the ocean. it fills him up with love until he’s fit to burst, soothes that hungry fire in his core, gives him peace and family and a place to belong. 

he’s more than a man, and he’s more than a wolf, and between the two he doesn’t always know which one feels better.  

the pack is what keeps a wolf going, y’know? it’s why shifter communities always seem to pop up all at once, why you get dozens of them in big cornerstone cities like dahlia, but hardly any out in the small country towns. shifter genes tend to stay within packs (or at least they don’t stray far), so you don’t get many wolves popping up alone in the middle of nowhere - and the ones that do tend to beeline it to the magical cities in search of a pack that will fulfil them. 

it’s not exactly a choice, but it just feels so right, soothes the snarling need there in a shifter’s core - it’s why david had been so worried after the whole quinn episode had ended up with one of his wolves all the way out in washington, far from pack territory and alone. 

blood family is almost the same, but wolf’s blood is special. magic, in a way he’s not sure other people understand. 

that magic doesn’t stop at the pack, either. it’s in every part of him, every cell in his goddamn body, and most of all it’s in his love for you.

mate culture is one of the most important parts of pack dynamics - sure, not every wolf is looking to take a mate, and there are those who decide to never take one, but a hefty majority do. finding a mate isn’t always easy, and it’s one of the most important decisions a shifter’ll ever make. 

his ma had always described it like when other empowered types get married, except a million times more intense - he hadn’t really known what she meant back then, but he thinks he understands now.  

(if this works - and god, he hopes it does - if this works, and by some miracle you tell him yes, he thinks he wants to marry you too. yeah, so he might not need to, seeing as you can register mate bonds with the department and it counts just the same as a marriage certificate, but whatever.)

(maybe he wants to see you all dressed up for your big day, maybe he wants the whole world to come and see him tying the knot with his sweetheart, maybe he wants all that sappy, flowery bullshit that seems to come with weddings, if it’s with you. will you want that, with him? does it make your blood sing and your head spin when you think about it, being married to him? he thinks a lot about introducing himself as your husband, your mate, yours yours yours, and he always has to go and sit down for a minute.) 

(plus, you’ve told him - with all of that insider department knowledge of yours -  that even though mate bonds technically have the same weight as a marriage certificate, it makes dealing with unempowered government stuff a lot easier if you’re actually hitched. you can get all that tax break, next-of-kin stuff without it, but it takes way longer because the department has to go to the unempowered government and send in the mem-mods, or whatever it is they do.)

(christ, he sounds like such a romantic when he puts it like that, doesn’t he? rest assured, sweetheart, he's not looking to marry you for the tax benefits, of all things.)  

mates are a big deal for shifters, and most of that is to do with the way the mate bond affects your core, you see. 

shifter magic and the way it interacts with your physical body is a little bit like vamps - they feel it like wolves do, although it’s not exactly the same, and it basically means that your mate is… how to put it? it’s like magnets, like gravity or something, the way that you’re part of each other. the mate bond is like a super intense version of the pack bond, the satiation and satisfaction growing, expanding in all directions, folding over and over itself until it’s as dense as a star - and that burning, blinding star lives inside your mate.

it doesn’t matter that you’re not a shifter yourself. hell, it wouldn’t even make a difference if you were unempowered, besides the paperwork. you don’t have to be a shifter to be mated to one - it just means that you might not feel it resonate in the same way as him. 

the mate bond is a kind of magic, like he’s heard vamps describe their bites, except unlike a vampire chewing on you (where the magic only lasts while they’ve got their teeth in you), mate bonds settle right into your core and don’t let go. it’s part of why choosing a mate is such an important thing - you gotta make sure you get it right, or it’s just gonna end up hurting you both. 

(he’s not entirely sure how it works for a shifter with an unempowered mate - most shifters who are looking for mates don’t really mix all that much with unempowered folks anyway, at least not unless they’re really serious about them, seeing as the whole wolf-thing is kind of hard to hide. he knows that it’s definitely possible though - sue him for not knowing all the details, alright!)

his ma told him he’d know it when he felt it. he’d known, that summer’s day in the ice cream parlour, holding your hand under the table and not saying anything when you’d got ice cream on your nose without noticing, that it’s the only way to describe how he feels about you.

you’re nodding along, looking up from where you’re nestled into his neck - fuck, how much of this has he been saying out loud?

“look, sweetheart, i might not be the most, uh, eloquent guy out there, but i wanted to ask you something - you don’t have to say anything right now, i just f-”

your hand over his mouth shuts him up real quick. he knows that look - it translates roughly to i love you, and i want to know about what you wanna say, but for christ’s sake get a move on!

“right, right - baby, you know how much i love you. more than anything, more than anything else in the whole damn world. you mean everything to me, and i wanna be with you forever, you know that?”

you do know - you’d had this conversation when you’d moved in together, and he’ll hold that day in his mind forever, just like the way he’d held you when you told him how much you loved him, the sort of future you wanted to make with him, how he felt to you…

(he remembers the evening afterwards too - you’d made very sure of that. he swallows thickly, and pushes the heat slung low in his stomach down for now. HOLD ME. if this goes well, there’ll be plenty of time for that later.)

“us wolves, we, uh, we have a word for that. and it’s a pretty big deal for us, so you can think about it as much as you like, but i gotta get it off my chest.”

your hand has slipped down from his mouth to cup his jaw, and he puts his own hand over the top to hold it there. he never, ever, wants to let go.

“god, i don’t know how else to say it without just- just sayin’ it! sweetheart, i want to be with you forever - will you do me the honour of being my mate?”

holy fuck, he’s actually said it. he’s really, actually said it, and now it’s all up to you. you look at him, those eyes, that face, that heart-stopping smile he loves so much, and the whole world holds its breath. he does too.

you don’t say much, only one word, but that’s all he needs. his heart sings with joy, and his core howls in harmony, and he is more than a wolf and more than a man because he’s yours, he’s yours, he’s yours.

he kisses you, kisses his mate (his mate), is kissed by his mate (his mate!) - and it tastes so, so sweet.

PART 3 - ALL MINE

this is an original work by @gingerbreadmonsters - please do not repost or misattribute

masterlist

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Reiji Ecstasy [Prologue]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in an abandoned building

Kino: ...In other words, the Vampire King unfortunately has not accepted our deal.

Moreso, he even refused to show up himself and sent some of his underlings to deliver the message instead. 

Seiji: ...!

*SHATTER*

Seiji: I suppose there’s no point in trying to threaten savage monsters. 

Kino: Hahー... Oh come on, calm down. For now, I believe the Sakamaki brothers might still prove to be useful to us in one way or another. 

So I suggest we keep them alive for now...and I’ll keep an eye on them. 

Seiji: Do as you please. ...So, how is my daughter doing? 

Kino: Seems like she was sent to the Vibora clan.

Seiji: Come again?

Kino: According to the Ravens’ investigation, the Vibora want to form an alliance with the Vampires. 

However, it’d be risky to have Eve be in the hands of the Vampire King who already possesses an immense amount of power, no?

Therefore, they offered a trade-off in which Eve would be handed over to the Vibora in return. 

Seiji: ...I see. In that case...

ー Seiji gets up

Kino: ...You’re going straight away?

Seiji: You’ll lend me a hand as well, won’t you? 

Kino: ...As you wish. 

ー The scene shifts to the big hall in Eden

*ROAAAAAAR*

Yuma: Oi, oi...This shit is still goin’ on? Won’t somethin’ bad happen if this continues? 

Ruki: ...Haah. I thought it was only a matter of time until it would stop, but I suppose we are putting the cart before the horse. 

In other words, allowing Sakamaki Reiji to run rampant any longer is not ideal.

Yuma: Hahー All these fuckers just keep on doin’ as they pelase...Like where the heck did Kou and Azusa run off to!?

They don’t even bother to send a Familiar to keep us updated...Let’s just hope they’re not doin’ anythin’ stupid. 

Ruki: Yes. I am afraid of that as well. ...Hm?

*Flap flap*

Ruki: Speak of the devil, let’s hope...? 

*Flap flap flap*

Yuma: ...Haah? The Vibora’s castle...is under attack? By who!? And they’ve been nearly completely defeated? 

Ruki: Did the information about their alliance with the Vampire clan get leaked somehow? In which case, it could be the Wolf or Adler Clan...

Yuma: Anyway, shouldn’t we be worried ‘bout her? For example, she could be caught up in this mess as we speak...

Ruki: It is highly likely that the opponent will use the situation to their advantage and that she has fallen victim to this.  Either they dragged her away, or alternatively...

ー Reiji approaches them

Reiji: What I heard just now...Is it the truth?

Ruki: ...As long as the Familiars aren’t lying to us. 

Reiji: Kuh...

ー He walks away

Yuma: Oi, where are ya goin’? Don’t tell me you’re gonna get her back now?

Reiji: ...

Yuma: Oi, Ruki. Aren’t ya gonna stop him? 

Ruki: ...No. I do not need to say anything. 

Reiji: ...I suppose you will laugh at what a fool I am. 

‘He calls those who let emotions sway their decisions fools, yet look at him now’...that is how I feel as well. 

Ruki: ...What I want is a righteous head to this castle, no God or ‘Adam’. 

Reiji: ...But would that not go against Father’s will?

Ruki: I strongly believe that he was one of a kind...and that the World is better off without such an individual. 

Reiji: What do you mean?

Ruki: Someone who does not allow himself to open up to anyone, and keeps their feelings neutral at all times...It’s simply tragic, don’t you think?

Now that I have discovered the true face of those who are considered ‘God’, I doubt I could ever...serve such an individual again.

In that case, I would much rather side with someone like you who follows their heart, rather than take orders from a God whose mindset is a mystery to me.

Reiji: ...Thank you very much. 

ー Reiji leaves

Yuma: ...I don’t really understand any of this but I’ll get goin’ as well. 

Pretty sure that Eden will continue to cry if we stay here and do nothin’. 

Ruki: Yes...I’m counting on you. 

ー The scene shifts to the forest

*Rustle*

Reiji: Let us keep our distance for now and scout out the situation. 

Yuma: Ahー ...They’re seriously gettin’ their ass kicked. 

Reiji: It appears that they have been relentlessly attacking the building...Hm?

ー They hear footsteps in the vicinity

Yuma: That’s...Oi, do ya smell that too?

Reiji: Yes. It’s a human’s scent. However, why would a human be over here...?

Yuma: Look at him boastin’ that gun...This guy screams trouble. 

Reiji: That’s a Rosary...

Could it be that the Church are the ones responsible for taking down the Vibora’s Castle? 

Yuma: Haah? Can humans even pull that off?

Reiji: The Church is working together with a mysterious individual who goes by the name of Kino. 

Yuma: Yeah...We met him in person over in the human world, but this Kino dude is a Vampire, ya know?

Reiji: A Vampire? ...What could his reasoning be?

Yuma: Beats me. He did strike me as kind of an outcast tho? 

Reiji: ...Well, I suppose it does not matter. In which case, is it possible that Kino has taken her to the human world? 

Yuma: Heeh? Wouldn’t that be for the best? I mean, it’s safer than bein’ over here at least, no?

Reiji: Do you truly think that? A woman who has ties with demonic beings would be considered a witch in the human world. 

Witches have been oppressed and shunned since the olden days.

And at present...I have no doubt that she would be considered one. 

Yuma: ...That sounds like trouble. 

Reiji: We have no time to waste. 

Yuma: Fuck! Let’s hurry to the human world for now.

*Flap flap flap*

Yuma: Hm? That’s Ruki’s Familiar...?

Kou and Azusa are over at our house in the human world!? The fuck’s goin’ on!?

Reiji: ...Let us make haste!

Yuma: Hah!? Oi!

Reiji: We will find Yui there as well! I am positive that Azusa has...!

ー The scene shifts to Yui’s bedroom in the Mukami manor

Yui: ( I wonder...What’s going down in the Demon World right now? )

( I wouldn’t be surprised if trouble arose because I ran away from the Vibora’s castle. )

( ...I willingly escaped to the human world, yet I can’t stop thinking about it...I really shouldn’t. )

( I wonder what I exactly want to do? )

ー Kou and Azusa burst into the room

*Thud*

Kou: M-neko-chan, are you here?

Yui: Yeah. Is something wrong? 

Azusa: The gate in the underground opened...And we’re pretty sure someone will come through it. 

Yui: Eeh!?

Kou: It could be the Vibora in pursuit of you. So hide for now! 

Yui: ( That’s easier said than done... )

Azusa: We have no time...Can you get underneath the bed...?

Yui: S-Sure!

ー She hides underneath the bed

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: We’ll definitely keep you safe, no matter who the opponent may be!

Azusa: Rest assured, Eve...!

Reiji: Yui! Are you there!?

Yui: ( Eh...? Could it be...!? )

ー Yui crawls from underneath the bed

*Rustle*

Yui: Reiji-san!

Reiji: ...So this is where you’ve been.

ー Reiji embraces her

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“It is that kind heart of yours, willing to trust, forgive and accept me no matter what I may have done, which has saved me so many times....”

“I was once again reminded...of just how vital of a role you play in my life. ...I love you.”

*Rustle*

Reiji: Thank god...

Yui: Why...?

( Did he come to get me perhaps...? )

Reiji: I’m so glad knowing you’re safe...

Yui: ...Why...!? 

( Why were you so cold? Why did you leave me behind? Why did you come looking for me? )

( And why, are you holding me in your arms? )

( So many feelings are welling up inside of me at once...! )

Reiji: Aren’t you going to scorn me for what I did?

Yui: ...I figured you must have surely had a reason for what you did. 

Reiji: ...You truly are so...!

Yui: ...May I ask for that reason? 

Reiji: ...I am sure that anything I could say at this point will only sound like I’m making excuses for myself.

Yui: That’s fine. ...Please share your thoughts with me. 

Reiji: ...

While it is but a hypothesis, I believe I have come to a conclusion as to how I can control these powers. 

To achieve said goal, it was necessary for me to give up on all of my feelings and attain the status of an emotionless, indifferent God.

Yui: Eh...?

Reiji: In other words, I thought that leaving you...was the right path for me to take. 

I was convinced that as long as I did not cut our ties, even by force if necessary, I would never be able to free myself of all emotion...So I acted upon that.

However, that was a mistake on my part. There was just no way...I would ever be able to cope with it. 

I have come to realize...That there is something much more important to me than these powers...And that something, is you.

Yui: Reiji-san...

Reiji: I truly am sorry. Not once in my life have I thought of myself as so utterly stupid as I do right now.

I must have surely hurt you...by pushing you away and toying with your feelings. 

Yui: ( ...He’s drenched in sweat. This isn’t like him. )

( He must have desperately rushed over here...All for my sake. I can assume that, right...? )

( In that case, I... )

Reiji: ...Could you please forgive me for what I’ve done? 

Yui: Of course...!

Reiji: ...Yui. 

*Rustle*

Reiji: I will never let you go again. ...I promise, I will never give you up...

*Rustle*

ー He kisses her

Reiji: ...

Yui: Nn...

Reiji: ...Nnh...

Yui: ( ...Hold up, could it be...? )

Kou: Ahーah. They’re really rubbing it in our faces, huh? 

Yuma: Get a room already...

Azusa: Eve...She looks so happy...

Yui: !

*Thud*

Yui: ( Everyone was looking...! )

Reiji: ...You lot, perhaps you could show some respect and not stand there watching? 

Yuma: Nah. We don’t want any shit to happen at our house, so we’ll make sure to keep an eye on ya two.

Kou: Exactly! I’m pretty sure Ruki-kun will lose it if something happens. 

Azusa: Right...Was Ruki angry...? 

Yuma: Yeah. I was as well, obviously. But honestly, we were relieved when we got the message from the Familiar. 

Kou: Sorry for acting without permission. 

Yuma: Under normal circumstances I’d give ya two a good ‘ol scoldin’ but this time it was actually the best possible outcome. 

Kou: Huh? Really? 

Reiji: Yes. The Vibora’s castle is currently on the brink of being completely annihilated. 

Yui: Eh?

Reiji: While their reasonings are not clear yet...It appears that the Church has wiped out the Vibora Clan. 

Yui: No way...

Yuma: Ya would have been in deep shit if ya were at the castle still. Ya can bet yer ass that they would have taken ya with them. 

Azusa: I see...Thank god, really...

Reiji: While I am in no position to say this, thank you very much. 

Azusa: Don’t mention it. ...We knew that you love Eve. 

Yui: A-Azusa-kun, you don’t need to...

Reiji: ...I owe you one. Well then, about the matter at hand.

Yuma: Yeah, what are we gonna do? I mean, I guess she’s safe as long as she’s here at our place...

Reiji: I think it is safe to assume that the Church caught rumor of her being at the Vibora castle and therefore decided to launch an attack to steal her away.

However, once they discover that Yui is not at the castle, they will most likely assume that she is with us and begin to fervently search through the Demon World.

Therefore, I do believe that it is in our best interest to remain here for now. 

Kou: Makes sense. But I’m worried about Ruki-kun. Will he be alright by himself at Eden...?

Yuma: For now, let’s send a Familiar his way to update him on the situation.

Azusa: Yeah...We don’t know what will happen to the Sakamaki’s either.

Yuma: Good point. If they don’t get their hands on Eve soon, who knows what they’ll do to them? 

Reiji: Yes. At the same time, a fairly troublesome ‘card’ seems to be in their hands. 

However...I will no longer hesitate. I will choose what I personally believe to be the correct path. 

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) The ‘Ravens’ is the name of a group of Ghouls led by Kino. I’m sure they show up in other routes and might be explained in more detail there, but this is my first playthrough of the game as well, so for now I have very little information on them myself. 

[chans-bad-girl]

Hi there! I'm very sleepy right now but suddenly this came into my mind : "what is skz reaction when they caught you touching yourself? Maybe they'll asking for mutual masturbation? Or just watching you? Or ended up having sex with you??" Thank you in advance~ guess I can't sleep tonight!!

Hey, hope you're getting your sleep lol

Stray Kids reactions: they catch you touching yourself (+scenarios)

warnings: voyeurism, masturbation (female and male), toys, dumbification, pet names, nipple play, mutual masturbation, mentions of piv, dirty talk, mirror sex, wall sex

chan:

maybe giving your boyfriend a spare key to your apartment wasn't the best idea because now you're sprawled out on your couch, pictures of him on your phone while the bunny vibrator is put on the highest setting. tbh you wouldn't have noticed him standing there with takeout if he didn't grab your hand and take control of the toy. face cold, he whispers into your ear, "tell me when you're horny next time and you won't need my pictures anymore." (which he says while pushing the toy further inside you)

lee know:

minho likes going to bed early. he usually goes to bed at 11, preferably at 10, and sleeps his 8 hours in ignorant bliss of his girlfriend's moans muffled in her pillow. emphasis: usually. because tonight, he feels the shaking and hears the squelching sounds through his lighter-than-usual slumber. "bunny, please touch yourself quieter, I need my sleep." will go back to sleep and then rail you tomorrow while he teases you about it with all the energy he got from his beauty rest.

changbin:

he got you a bullet vibrator for your 1-year-anniversary and boy are you keen to use it. it's been glimmering at you from across your room and now that changbin is sleeping in the other room (and you don't want to wake him because he had a stressful week with almost 0 sleep), you think it's time to use it. when you turn it on, you don't expect it to be this intense. your hole clenches at your clit's sensitivity and your body jolts forward. you don't mean for your moan to be this loud, really, but it rings through the apartment and wakes your boyfriend right up. upon seeing your struggle with the vibrator, he rubs his eyes and says, "my baby is too dumb to touch herself now? oh kitten, do you need master to teach you?"

hyunjin:

oh boy roommate!hyunjin will literally touch himself watching you through the crack of the bathroom door you forgot to lock. dick in hand, he watches as you touch yourself in the bathtub, losing yourself with the shower head on your clit and a hand on your hard nipples. will accidentally be too loud and call your attention. "oh, sorry, uhm..." "couldn't control yourself, huh?" "no..I-" "cut it. i want you. now." this whole endeavor leads to you becoming friends with benefits lol because you're two horny college students who can't afford their own apartments but also have a no-bringing-one-night-stands-home policy. will want to do mutual masturbation because he doesn't wanna get all wet haha

jisung:

he catches you touching yourself in his own home. you were on a trip to meet your family in your home town and your close childhood friend offered you a place to stay. for a week you couldn't touch yourself or even be alone for more than 5 minutes, and when Jisung finally leaves the house for a bit longer than just for groceries, you can finally relax without the fear he might come back soon. so you lie on the couch bed, completely naked because it's 43 degrees and god knows you've waited for this way too long. little did you know that Jisung's plans were cancelled and he drove straight back home to you playing with your clit, two fingers stretching your walls. will watch in awe for a bit before you notice him. "oh, you...that's kind of hot. Mind if I...help?" you don't mind at all. and this is how you ended up with your childhood best friend's head between your legs.

felix:

you blame felix for the suit he's worn and also for the fact that he didn't bother to take it off even when you arrived at his house and started playing video games. Needless to say: you were horny as ever. so you excused yourself to the bathroom to satisfy the ache. because felix had his headphones on and his room was on the other side of the house, you let soft moans slip off your tongue. he sure wouldn't hear, right? WRONG. he got worried after you didn't come back from the toilet for 10 minutes and decided to check on you. and oh was he happy he did that because your moans? music to his ears. "yn, no need to hide, my family won't be back until tomorrow." that's when you open the door and grab his tie for his lips to meet yours. "you stayed in this on purpose, huh? after the wedding you could've taken it off." "I know you like suits."

seungmin:

before he told you he's an idol, you'd never thought of him this way: hot, talented and highly ambitious. but the growing trust in your friendship reveals an aspect of seungmin you wouldn't have expected in your wildest dreams: tongue out, gaze dark, he's hyper-focused on his dance moves, and hell is that making a mess of your panties. at your place, eating celebration pizza after his tour-opening show, you decide to wait until he falls asleep to pound a dildo into yourself in your room. the doors are thin and the couch bed seungmin temporarily sleeps on is only so comfortable. which means that he hears you loud and clear as you whine. you have awakened his curiosity, and before he can stop himself, he walks straight toward your room. what do you look like right now? What are you thinking about? When he walks into your bedroom and accidentally stumbles, you look at him with the biggest eyes and maybe that wasn't the way he imagined the answer to the first question. (good for you that you have the blanket over though haha). "oh, this is very embaressing...in front of my idol friend, wow." "nonono don't get me wrong, I think you put on a nice show. maybe better than mine..." will fuck you in front of a mirror (with your consent ofc) because "look at you, you're performing so well only for me."

jeongin:

after him teasing you all day (being all touchy-feely, being suggestive with his words and wiggling his eyebrows way too much lol) while watching reruns of pretty little liars, he forgets his gym bag at your dorm. now, your touch starved, career oriented college student self is only so resilient. translation: you rub your clit furiously while watching twitter porn. when he arrives at the bus stop, he notices his gym bag is still at your place, and so decides to knock on the first-floor window to your bedroom. when you don't answer (because your earphones blast slapping sounds and moans + you are too far gone to notice anything at this point) he peeks through the slit between your curtains and oh my god are you hot squirming around with your hand between your legs. he's touched himself to the fantasy of you pinned to a wall too many times to count, and now he can finally make it a reality. let's just say he's not shy to ring your door bell at the ass crack of dawn to ask you about what porn gets you off so prettily to then rail you against all walls in your apartment lmao rip your roommate