#unless they took an incredibly long shower…..

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

I suspend my disbelief for it but I do NOTICE when a fic has some say they’re gonna “whip up something quick” and then make a recipe that usually has a cook time of like 45 minutes not including prep.

[holdmytesseract]

Safe Haven

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: When Daryl threatens to lose his grip and gets swallowed by the trauma he experienced in the Sanctuary, you try your best to catch him and being his safe haven he desperately needs.

Warnings: quite some angst, fluff, insecurity? mentions of scars, injuries and torture, nudity, FEELS, FEELS, FEELS

Set in Season 7!

Word Count: 3k

a/n: This story is based on an idea from @erebus-et-eigengrau . I hope you like how this turned out, lovely friend! 🤗

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"Daryl?" You spoke his name in a quiet voice as you took the archer's hand slowly and carefully in yours. His fingers twitched, but didn't pull away from your gentle hold. "Do you trust me?" Your voice was just above a whisper; so afraid to scare him off or make him feel even more comfortable than he probably already felt.

Tainted, yet still incredibly beautiful blue eyes met yours, as Daryl lifted his gaze; peeking through long strands of sweaty, greasy chestnut brown hair which hung in his face. You patiently waited for an answer while your thumb had absent-mindedly started to caress the rough skin on the back of his hand - an attempt to provide him some comfort and reassurance.

The archer started to nod; merely noticeable, but he did. "'M trustin' ya," he added quietly; voice even more raspy than usually. Hearing those words leaving his lips caused your heart to skip a beat. Sure, you and Daryl had been a thing for quite a few months now and deep down you knew that he had been always trusting you. Unless he'd have never opened his heart for you. But nevertheless was it wonderful to hear.

You nodded, "Okay." gently squeezed his hand and gave him a small smile. "Come with me?" Daryl nodded once more; wordlessly and let you guide him wherever it was you wanted to take him.

Your destination was the small trailer you - and now Daryl, shared in Hilltop. Crickets and some distant chatter from the other residents was all that could be heard alongside yours and the archer's steps through the grass.

You led Daryl inside your home and closed the door behind the both of you - never letting go of his hand. Not even for a second. Cautiously stepping closer, you lifted your free hand to cup his cheek; feeling the greyish hairs of his beard tickle your palm. Daryl's eyes fluttered shut at your touch; a soft gasp leaving his lips.

Your eyes widened. "Fuck..." You cursed under your breath; knowing that you just did what you swore you wouldn't do. Unintentional or not. "Daryl, no, I-" You inhaled a shaky breath; afraid to hurt him. "I put that wrong. I don't ask you to tell me what... What happened there. I would never force you to do so. Never. It's entirely up to you. Your decision." You gave his hand another reassuring squeeze. "A-All I wanted to say is... We need to give you a shower and fresh clothes... Your wounds... They... I don't want them to get infected. L-Let me take care of you, please?" Your gaze never left Daryl's; always checking in on him - on how he felt.

"My love... I won't ever force you to this..." you started; gently tracing the last remains of a bruise underneath the archer's eye. "Never, b-but-" Before you could even finish your sentence, you felt Daryl flinch slightly; a literal storm of emotions starting to rage inside his eyes - and you immediately realised that you had chosen the wrong words.

Daryl had escaped Negan and the Sanctuary not even a day ago and whatever they had done to him... Whatever he had experienced... You knew it was something traumatic. Something horrible. He hadn't told you. Not even a word - and you would never force him to do so. If he ever wanted to talk, you were going to welcome him with open arms and a sympathetic ear. You were his partner after all. You'd wait until he was ready to open up to you - whenever it might be. One day, one week, one month, one year - or hence, even never. All you cared about was his well-being and safety.

The archer swallowed at your words; seemingly giving your words a thought, before he bobbed his head in a small nod. "Y-Yeah, a'right," he whispered and turned his head only a few inches; just enough that he was able to press a feather-light kiss against your palm.

Another soft smile darted over your face and you retreated your hand from his cheek. Then you gave the hand which was still neatly tucked in yours a small tug; urging him on to follow you again - what he did.

The bathroom wasn't really spacious. Barely big enough to fit two people inside, but you had less and definitely worse. You wouldn't complain. Never. This was the end of the world after all. You'd take what you get and make it work.

Once again you closed the door behind the two of you, before returning to face the man you loved. "You trust me?" You repeated your question from earlier, now that he knew what you were up to - just to make sure. Your thumb worked gentle circles in the skin on the back of his hand.

It wasn't like you had never seen him shirtless or well, naked before, no. You did. That wasn't the point. But this right now... This was different. So much more... intimate. Perhaps the most intimate moment in your relationship so far, since you and the archer had yet to take the step of being physically joined. You, neither Daryl didn't want to just rush into things. You both agreed to take your time - which definitely proved to be the right decision, because you and the archer weren't exactly experts in romantic relationships.

Like before was Daryl's answer a clear 'Yes'. Giving his hand a last squeeze, you let go - much to the archer's dismay. His hand twitched - unbeknownst to you, as he held back the urge to chase after your hand - your reassuring touch, which kept him grounded.

Instead were hovering your hands now above his shoulders; fingertips grazing the plaid shirt he wore over the white t-shirt. "M-May I?" You asked hesitatingly; again afraid to make him feel uncomfortable, despite his promise of trust.

Nevertheless did it happen from time to time, that one would walk in on the other after a shower or while getting dressed to which you and Daryl got used to and normally were comfortable with. It had taken him quite a while longer than you, though, given the fact of how insecure he was. Not exactly about his body itself, but the scars which were covering it - a steady reminder of his abusive father and the traumatic past he had experienced. You felt absolutely honoured; heart aching with love, as he started to feel comfortable enough around you to be shirtless and even naked.

A higher declaration of love didn't exist. Not when your name was Daryl Dixon.

You squatted down and made quick work to untie the laces of his shoes. "Can you take off your shoes for me, love?"

"Y-Yeah," Daryl's deep voice managed to snap you out of your thoughts; giving you permission to help him. You smiled gently and shrugged the plaid shirt over his shoulders, down his arms; throwing it carelessly aside on the floor. Next was the sweaty, stained t-shirt he wore.

"Can you...?" You asked; gently tapping his elbows. "O-Or does it hurt?" Wordlessly, Daryl lifted his arms and let you pull the dirty t-shirt slowly and carefully over his head; leaving him shirtless - and the sight you were greeted with caused a gasp to leave your lips. His upper body was littered with bruises and cuts. Your heart ached seeing all his injuries; violently inflicted to the man you loved. You swallowed hard, "Daryl..." quietly calling out his name; voice filled with hurt. The archer lowered his head. "'S okay... H-Had worse," he muttered and definitely tried to downplay the extent of his pain - physically and probably even mentally.

You instantly shook your head. "N-No, it... It's not. They hurt you..." Tears gathered in your eyes, as your fingertips hovered over a particularly dark bruise on his rips. You didn't receive an answer. Daryl's eyes were still directed at the ground, but you could see that he was chewing on the inside of his bottom lip. You couldn't quite tell what was going on in that pretty head of his. Was it insecurity? Shame? Guilt? Fear? All of it? Whatever it was that had captured the archer's mind, you knew it wasn't good and therefore immediately tried to pull him out of this again.

Your hand found his again; fingers intertwining as you guided him towards the trailer's shower. You slid the creme-white curtain aside and opened the tap; hand underneath the water jet to feel the temperature. Once the water was pleasantly warm, you turned to face Daryl. "Water is ready. I, uh, I'm going to give you some space now, okay? Call me whenever you need me, yeah? I'll be just outside the door." You squeezed his hand and gave him another soft smile, before letting go and stepping aside.

Your tender voice urging to Daryl's ears seemed to do the trick. Slowly, he lifted his gaze; even more troubled blue eyes meeting yours, as he started to kick off his shoes, together with the socks.

Now there was only his jeans and underwear left. Hesitatingly, you reached for the button and zipper of his pants. Locking eyes with the archer once more, you silently asked for his permission again. When there was no objection, you continued and helped him step out of his jeans first and lastly out of the grey, absolutely uncomfortable looking briefs. A few small grunts left his lips; clearly indicating that his body was definitely aching and hurting - which gave your heart another jolt. And Daryl? Daryl didn't even do as much as flinch. His gaze was still directed on the floor; his mind most likely returning to wander down that dark path like minutes before.

You cursed yourself internally.

Space. The word echoed through Daryl's head like the ring of a gunshot. Well, it certainly felt like a bullet had pierced his heart to leave him aching and bleeding. Space... It was the last thing he wanted from you. Watching you walk away only caused to double the pain. He needed you as close as possible. You had been already too far away from him for the last weeks. He couldn't bear to lose you again - even if it was just for a few minutes.

"N-No, please... Stay. D-Dun'- Dun' wantcha to go," he whispered; voice strained and raspy. It caused you to stop dead in your tracks. Stay? He wanted you to stay? Your heart skipped yet another beat. You swiftly turned to face him once again. The expression on Daryl's face broke you. He looked so... lost. Desperate. Afraid. And once again, you immediately noticed that you had just committed another mistake.

How could you leave him alone after all he's been through; thinking he needed the space, when it was clearly written all over his face that he needed everything but space?

"Of course, I'll stay. If that's what you want..." You spoke in a compassionate voice; the gears in your brain turning.

"Do you feel comfortable enough for me to join you? T-That okay for you, o-or...?" You asked Daryl cautiously; not wanting to take this too far. But to your slight surprise nodded the man opposite you immediately. "Please..." That one word was enough.

You made quick work to shed your own clothes; leaving you entirely bare as well. Daryl didn't make a sound. Except for shy eyes travelling your now exposed body - and his cheeks flushed. You took his hand in yours again; unbeknownst anchoring him to you - to the here and now and not letting him wander off to the Sanctuary again.

With a soft smile, you gently tucked at the archer's hand; pulling him into the shower and underneath the pleasantly warm water jet after you.

He was visibly comfortable - and that was all that mattered.

The water was quick to get the both of you soaking wet; Daryl's chestnut brown bangs sticking to his face. You brought your hands up and gently peeled the loose strands away and out of his face; not missing the opportunity to caress his beardy cheeks. The archer just stared at you in silence and didn't even move an inch. He relied completely on you, as if he had lost the control over his own body. His heart in the palm of your hands.

"C'mere, sweets," your voice grabbed his attention - and the lack of warm water cascading down his beaten and bruised body. He blinked and took a step closer to you. "I'm going to wash your hair now, is that okay?" Daryl gave a confirming nod and within seconds had you squirted some shampoo on your hands and buried them in his curls; massaging gently. The man's eyes slipped shut with a cute grunt and groan of relaxation and satisfaction. You couldn't help but smile.

While you washed the archer's hair, he was fighting the urge to bury his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder; hands twitching to cup your hips - but he didn't dare to do so; too afraid to cross a line. He didn't want to do something wrong and push you away. It was a nightmare he wasn't strong enough to fight right now. Never - if he was being honest.

Once you had rinsed the brown mop of hair on his head, you moved on to his body - but not without asking for his consent again. You were even more hesitant and cautious in that regard, since touching his head and touching his whole body were two very different things...

"Dar... Will you allow me to..." You questioned him almost nervously; trailing off and kinda awkwardly gesturing between the bottle of shower gel and him. "I-I don't have to. Y-You can-" "I trust ya." And once again were - this time three - words enough from the man in front of you to jump into action; feeling a rush of love flooding your veins. He was trusting you enough to let you touch his body. Even in the vulnerable state he was currently in. It meant the world to you and you were determined to show him. You gave him yet another sweet smile and went to work; always making sure to capture his eyes now and then to make sure he was still okay with what your hands were doing.

Rinsing off the remaining soap, you got the first real close look of the tattoo on his shoulder blade and his scars, of course. You felt a pang of compassion and sorrow deep in your heart. Life had certainly left its marks on him. That much was clear. He didn't deserve this... All the pain. All the hurt. All the losses he had to endure. It wasn't fair.

You started with his soaping his upper body; feeling the bumps of his scars underneath your palm - what you didn't mind at all, of course. You had told him a hundred of times by now that he was beautiful to you no matter what.

Your touch was soft and delicate; making sure to not hurt him and being cautious about his cuts and bruises. Unfortunately, you couldn't prevent the shower gel from getting into the deeper cuts, which caused Daryl to hiss and you to repeatedly mutter the words 'I'm so sorry.'. Then you moved on to his legs and gave them a gentle scrub as well, before you went to rinse the soap off of his body again; starting with the front and lightly tapping his shoulder to signal him to turn around for you - what the archer did. Wordlessly - but words weren't needed anyway. Not between the both of you.

Returning the shower head back into its holder, you felt the overwhelming urge to give him all the love he deserved and slowly snuck your arms around his waist; pressing your smaller body against his back. Daryl flinched slightly at the sudden contact, but his muscles relaxed instantly again; knowing it was you and not just anybody. And yet he couldn't stop the gasp to leave his mouth when your lips started to trail a path of kisses over ever single scar and bruise; mapping out his broad back.

Until now.

Daryl's eyes slipped shut; a feel of love and comfort rushing through his veins - so much, it was overwhelming. It was like the connection he shared with you had reached a new kind of depth - in the most positive way. He hadn't felt this loved and accepted in years, decades even. Not before you stumbled into his life.

Daryl had felt like falling deeper and deeper; a dark hole sucking him in. It was like his body was present, but his mind still stuck in the hellhole Negan had caged him in.

Emotions exploded within Daryl; his heart threatening to burst from his ribcage with all the love it was feeling. He couldn't help himself but to turn in your embrace and press his forehead against the crook of your neck; not hesitating this time.

Now all he could feel and see was you. Even when he closed his eyes.

Sure, the archer's mind would still need some more time to heal, but you had caught him; kept him from losing his grip.

His sudden movement caught you by surprise at first, but then you just smiled and buried your hands in his wet curls, while Daryl's calloused, gentle hands skimmed over your bare back, sides and hips. But not in a sexual way. All the archer wanted was to feel you; needing to convince his brain that you were truly real - and his. Yes, it was the most intimate moment you and Daryl shared - and it was perfect.

Sure, sex was great, but that... That was a whole other level of intimacy. It was so much more.

You were so lost in the moment, that you didn't notice how your archer's tears mixed with the warm water still cascading down over your intertwined bodies, as he almost frantically held onto you.

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[qingyuns]

song 13! 360 + sakusa kiyoomi

360, when you’re in the mirror, do you like what you see? when you’re in the mirror, you’re just looking at me —charli xcx

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x reader, wc: 746, established relationship, fluff, very deep (song is misleading), sakusa kiyoomi contemplates the meaning of love and how it’s changed him as he stands in the mirror, boy was finding a plot for this song a challenge

part of my spotify wrapped 2024 event @serafilms

Sakusa Kiyoomi has always been a very individualistic man. He hates crowds with a passion, avoids physical contact to a fault, and exclusively keeps everything he owns to himself. He never borrows from his friends, or even his family, unless he’s out of hand sanitiser (but he’s never out of hand sanitiser), and he doesn’t like letting them borrow his things either. He doesn’t trust them to clean things as well as he does, and he overall just doesn’t really appreciate their pushing their way into his business.

Yet as he stands in the mirror, he can’t help but see evidence that suggests otherwise.

Firstly, there’s the sweatshirt he’d pulled on this morning. The same one you’d ‘borrowed’ from him last week. It has the MSBY Jackals’ logo stitched on the chest, and when he’d come over to your place a few days ago, he’d found you huddled up on the couch in it.

“Sorry, Omi,” you’d said bashfully. “I took it because it smells like you.”

Kiyoomi had found it hard to be annoyed. Even when the scent of his laundry detergent had faded when you’d given it back, and the smell of your body wash replaced it.

He can smell it as he stands, surveying himself. It’s nice.

Secondly, there’s his gym bag. He slings it over his shoulder as his eyes fall to the zipper, on which is attached a Sanrio keychain.

“Bad Batdz-Maru,” you’d called it.

Kiyoomi personally doesn’t see any resemblance, but you’d insisted that it looks just like him.

He remembers the way his cold, dead heart fluttered when you’d presented it to him, and showed him your own Sanrio keychain, attached to your favourite bag. He thinks of the way you’d beamed as he moved to attach it to his own gym bag. It hadn’t been taken off ever since.

Thirdly, there’s his hair. Sakusa Kiyoomi hates, hates when people touch his hair. It’s too intimate, and it’s frankly incredibly unhygienic. He washes it every day and lives in fear of leaning against walls, or having someone touch his head and getting outside germs all over his luscious curls. Frankly, if he didn’t care as much about his appearance, he would have shaved it all off long ago. Easier for scalp care too.

Yet, when you hold him at night, he finds his eyes fluttering closed in satisfaction as your fingers tangle into it, running them through gently as you whisper about your day, and tell him you love him. He lets you wash it for him in the shower, and doesn’t do a second wash after you’ve left, because he trusts that it’s clean enough. He trusts that you’ve been careful.

When you suggested he cut his hair a slightly different way than his usual style, he didn’t snap at you. He listened, and he felt himself bristle with pride as you gushed over it.

And then, there’s your arms, sneaking around his waist, as your chin comes to rest on his shoulder, clutching at the fabric of his sweatshirt, leaning on the opposite side of his gym bag, cheek brushing against his hair.

“You’re going to be late,” you murmur. Kiyoomi shivers at the feeling of your breath against his neck.

“You’re the one holding me hostage here,” he deadpans.

Your arms tighten around his waist. “Maybe I don’t want you to go to practice.”

He huffs in response. He glances to the side to look at the sliver of your face he can see in his peripheral vision. It’s not enough, and so he turns his gaze back to the mirror, and lets his eyes rake over the image reflected at him.

Drinking in the sight of your face, the way your arms join at his stomach, the way you nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder, he feels warm.

“What were you staring at yourself so hard for just now?” Your question breaks his trance.

“Just thinking.” His answer is short, blunt and entirely vague all at once, and it’s so incredibly Sakusa. You hum.

“You should go to practice now. Atsumu will never let you live it down if you’re late even once.”

Kiyoomi nods. He watches in the mirror as your grip on him loosens, and you lean back.

“I love you,” he says. It’s probably the closest he can get to the phenomenon of blurting something out.

You smile at him. “I know. I love you too.”

Sakusa Kiyoomi feels something in his chest swell, and thinks he finally understands what love is.

[aureatchi]

⋆·˚ ༘* A NIGHT @ A JAZZ BAR! ft. dazai, chuuya, & ranpo!

a/n. i've never been to a jazz clb myself (hopefully in the future <('o'<3) !) but i keep seeing videos of them on my tiktok fyp ‘n i could vividly visualize the snug, intimate atmosphere...i was immediately reminded of these bsd men,, imo the vibe fits them v well !!

info. fem!reader. fluff as chambré as the ambiance. mentions of lots of drinking ‘n reader gets tipsy. to have the full experience i recc. listenening to jazz music while reading! \(^_<)\ wc. 6k (total)

DAZAI :

You needed a break. You had been working yourself morning to evening this past week for extra money—you wanted to make sure you still had a decent amount of savings in your bank account after all the shopping you had done with your friends the previous weekend. Thankfully, your final shift had ended earlier today, so you went home, indulged a nice, hot shower, and decided you should treat yourself for getting through the long week.

You had never been to a jazz bar before, but you thought it would be a fun twist in comparison to a regular bar—which is what you needed anyway. You wanted something to wind yourself down, and some drinks along with incredible music would certainly satisfy the interest.

So here you were, sitting on one of the tall, cushioned barstools as a bartender prepared your first drink. The atmosphere in the bar was cushy and cozy, already relaxing your mind.

“I’ll take what the miss ordered over here,” you heard from the handsome man who sat on the stool next to you, brunette hair covering his eyes.

He noticed your gaze and then turned towards you. “I haven’t seen you before; this your first time?” he asked, a friendly smile on his face.

“Yeah,” you replied, a shy smile in return. “My first time at a jazz club in general.”

“Ooh, how exciting!” he responded in delight. “I hope you’ll like it here.”

The bartender handed your identical drinks.

“What’s your name?” the dark-haired asked. You responded with yours, asking for his in return.

“Osamu Dazai,” Dazai replied with a wink. “Nice to meet you, bella.”

You were initially confused because you had just told him your name, and it wasn’t Bella (unless it was, ignore this!)—maybe he misheard? But he gave you no time to correct him when he raised his glass towards you.

“What brings you here?” he asked. “To try this out for the first time?”

“To celebrate still being alive after working my ass off this entire week,” you replied with a half-hearted laugh.

Dazai chuckled with you. “I could say the same for myself,” he replied, a hint of thoughtfulness in his voice. “Well then! Let’s toast…to being alive!” He raised his glass higher, and you did as well, meeting his in the middle.

Clank!

“And to a new friendship! Or possibly even more…” his grin turned smug as your expression contorted in confusion, and you felt your cheeks warm up.

“…Hey Osamu, we just met,” you responded with your own smirk, playing it off after your initial reaction.

“Just a possibility,” he giggled. “Because your response helped me figure out you were single, anyway! If you weren’t, you would’ve been like, ‘Oh Osamu~ I regret to inform you that I have a boyfriend…'”

“How sly.” You shook your head in amusement.

He simply laughed as you both took a drink of your cocktails.

...

You were on your fourth drink now. You and Dazai had conversed a lot throughout the evening—you had learned his occupation was a detective agent of sorts, and on that topic, he babbled on about how one of his coworkers would always complain about him being lazy and obnoxious.

“Kunikida’s always pissed at me,” Dazai giggled. “But he plays right into my entertainment—I get on his nerves on purpose! Actually, I was supposed to be investigating something this evening…wait ‘till he finds out I was at a bar all night gossiping about him with a fanciable lady!”

You laughed in response, cheeks tinted, while your eyes admired how the ambiance of the balmy-toned light in the room complimented his features. His gaze was soft and his eyes rosed in honey. Meanwhile, brown bangs rested gracefully on his face, while a strand of hair was tucked behind his ear. To further add to the dreamy atmosphere that surrounded you two, the smoothness of the melody in the background—especially with the use of piano, could be compared to a romantic candlelit dinner in itself.

“You’ll be fine slacking off, though, right?” you asked. “Your job seems important, so I wouldn’t want you skipping someth-”

“Don’t worry, bella, I’m more capable than you think,” he replied. “Or at least, you can have my word that I won’t get fired.” He gave you a playful smile.

“You’re so cute, though! Caring for my well-being. Awh, and now you’re smiling. Wait—don’t turn away; you don’t need to be shy!”

You also observed this man was a huge tease, quite literally pointing out your reactions to his flatter out loud the entire night. It was all Dazai’s doing though—how could you not fluster whenever he called you adorable? Especially when he looked as pretty as he was—there was no doubt your new friend was very attractive.

Your face was still turned away from him when you noticed other people in the room start to get up from their seats and move towards an area not crowded with tables and chairs, in front of the band playing the music live.

A new song had begun, and people started to dance with each other.

You turned back to Dazai and were greeted with an outstretched hand toward you as he stood up.

“Mind if I do?” he asked. “You need to experience the dancing too.”

You took his hand with a smile, and then he led you across the floor. “I’ll need help, though, Osamu. I'm not familiar with dancing here.”

“Don’t worry bella! I got you.” He dragged you into the center of the crowd and started guiding your movements—the dance was a fashion of stepping back and forth to the rhythm. His hands clasped around both of yours.

“The most important part is footwork,” Dazai whispered. You turned your head to see other couples and their movements, and you did your best to replicate them. You then focused your gaze to admire the band—seeing instruments such as the saxophone, piano, drums, and clarinet being played. You looked back at Dazai, both of you happy you had gotten the hang of the swing.

He suddenly stepped back at the same time you did, stretching both pairs of arms. He pulled you back in, and with it he let go of one hand and spun you around.

“Here’s one move,” he chuckled as he spun you once more, in the opposite direction. "Let's see how long it takes for you to get dizzy!"

...

The rest of the night was lovely. You danced with Dazai until the songs ended, and then you two had a few more drinks until he realized you had drunk too much.

“Are you fine?” Dazai asked, noticing your flushed cheeks and unfocused gaze.

“Hm? Yes,” you replied, though it was evident you were very tipsy.

“I think that’s enough drinks, hm?”

“Aw,” you replied, swishing around an ice sphere in your glass. In this state of intoxication, you had taken to stop looking at Dazai while he looked at you, because whenever you made eye contact with him now, you couldn’t control hiding being smitten by his charm anymore.

You stole a glance at him this time though, seeing through your peripheral that he wasn’t looking.

“Oh!”

Dazai had noticed your little solitaire’s rules and decided to join in your game too. He immediately caught your look and stared back.

Unconsciously, your chairs had gotten closer throughout the night, and at this point they were touching. Your personal bubbles had eloped, and Dazai was now very close to your face.

Your lips slightly parted, your heart racing in anticipation of what would happen next, a stark contrast to the flow of the slow music. Dazai’s breath on your neck, his eyes on yours, and his attention completely focused on you. The tension was unmistakable, especially when his pupils darted to your mouth—it truly seemed like he was going to kiss you right then.

But then, he pulled back, calling the server, leaving you stupefied.

“I’m paying for Miss too,” Dazai said to the bartender, handing him his card before looking back at you. “You should go home before midnight at least,” he looked at his watch. He then noticed your dismayed expression, and simply laughed.

“I want to get to know you to where I’ll know for certain I can do something like that while you’re in this state first. And you’ll be fine with it when you’re sober again—you’ll even let me do it when you’re sober,” he joked whilst giving you a reassuring smile.

He was so considerate. You were glad and thankful that he was a polite man—you would’ve definitely freaked out once you were sober if you let someone you just met at a bar kiss you.

Because you would’ve definitely let him.

“Okay, Mr. Gentleman,” you replied lightheartedly, but you too smiled to show you were seriously grateful for his self-control when he had an advantage.

After paying, he stood you up and put his beige coat that he hadn’t been using around you. You both walked—or you rather stumbled out into the cool evening air, and you immediately sobered up at the breeze.

“Thank you for keeping me company. My first experience was amazing thanks to you,” you said, merry.

“I thank you as well,” Dazai smiled too. “It was a pleasant night.

“Keep the coat for now. It’s an excuse for us to meet again.” He winked, and you chuckled, nodding your head in agreement.

Dazai then signaled for a taxi to come over to take you home.

He outstretched his arms a bit, an invitation to hug.

“May I?”

Your lips curled upwards, and you wrapped your arms around him too as he embraced you warmly. He gently kissed your forehead.

“Have a lovely night, belladona,” Dazai said as you both pulled back, the taxi vehicle stopping close by you. You realized then that he wasn’t calling you by the name, Bella—just the abbreviation for the romantic endearment he had called you by the entire time.

“You too, goodnight Osamu!” you responded.

…

At home, you went through the pockets of Dazai’s coat to see if he had left anything by accident. You found a small piece of folded paper, and opening it, he had left his phone number for you.

“Give me a call, bella!~”

CHUUYA :

“Almost done, doll?” Chuuya asked as you looked at yourself in the full-body mirror, seeing what your outfit looked like from all angles. You were dressed up—classy black corset top with a frilly skirt, under a matching blazer that belonged to your lover. 

“Yeah,” you replied, smiling when you saw the ginger appear behind you through the reflection, who gently lifted your hair and clasped a ruby-jeweled necklace around you. 

“We look s’good,” he said, looking into the mirror as well after putting on your necklace, both of you posing in your attire. You couldn’t have agreed any more. Chuuya was equally dressed as flamboyantly as you—designer branded black suit and tie with a matching fedora to tie it all together. 

“We’re like fashion icons,” you added, earning a smirk from him. It was always like this whenever you two went out—you and Chuuya would always subliminally earn the title of best dressed in the room, no matter the occasion, no matter how casual or formal the event was. 

“You’re right,” he agreed, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Well, shall w’go now, mon amour?” Chuuya stepped back, holding out his palm for yours to take. 

You giggled at the extra-ness of the ginger-haired. 

“Lead the way, Chuu. Or what was it…oh! Monsieur Chuuya.” You took his hand as he led you out of your elegant hotel suite. 

Chuuya Nakahara had brought you all the way to Paris. He had gotten a week off from his work—this was seldom; he barely got any breaks from the Port Mafia, so he knew he had to do something special with you while he had more time on his hands. And what better to do than take you to the City of Love? 

Tonight’s evening plans included dinner at an elaborate restaurant—very lavish (usually, a table would have to be reserved about a month in advance, but Chuuya used his PM connections and money to buy you two a spot—you didn’t know this of course). 

Your dinner was delectable. You knew you would be dreaming of the delicious flavors of all seven French courses for days after finishing eating. 

Though, you and Chuuya weren’t tired yet, and it was still pretty early in the night, so you two decided to go to one of the underground jazz bars in the city. The warm, sultry air immediately filled your senses as you ran your fingertips through the texture of the auburn brick walls; the atmosphere of the place complimenting you and Chuuya’s aura perfectly. 

Some people even turned to you both as you made your way across the room, admiring how attractive you two looked together—the way your outfits highlighted your best features and coupled each other’s from the head accessories to the shoes you wore. Chuuya guided you from behind with one of his hands on your waist and wore a smug smile on his face as he noticed the glances. 

“Baby, they’re looking at us,” Chuuya whispered close to your ear, chuckling. “I know they all think we’re hot.” 

“Shh, Chuuya!” you responded in embarrassment, playfully swatting him away, but you too observed the other people in the bar gazing at you. 

You two sat at down at a booth, crimson red velvet cushions decorating the wooden sofa. 

“I’ma get drinks, alright?” he asked and you nodded before Chuuya made his way towards the bar. Meanwhile, you sat and watched the band on stage play. 

You and Chuuya were no strangers to jazz bars. It was an activity that became a statement in your relationship—back in Yokohama, whenever any of you needed destressing or just wanted to go out an evening without any plan, he would take you to one. So it was nice you could finally visit one in Paris, too. This one in particular was less known than others—usually, only a local would be able to find this jewel of a place. All knowledge credited to the expert Chuuya!

You also thought he enamored the vibe so perfectly. The setting of the place radiated of the top mafia executive so well—alluring nature; soulful, captivating music; the sophisticated selection of home-specialty cocktails on the menu—or even better, just the wine. 

Which is of course what Chuuya came back with, in red.

“Now what is this?” you asked, amused. You knew the ginger’s upscale taste in wine—after all, you’ve walked through his entire cellar worth multiple banks at home. You were awestruck, to say the least. 

Chuuya set the bottle down on the table. 

“This is a Pinot Noir. Domaine Georges and Christophe Roumier Musigny Grand Cru 1990,” he pronounced while you stared at what you bet on the Eiffel Tower cost thousands in front of you. “I love this place. Didn’t think they’d have such a good bouquet here.”

“Chuuya! That’s such a long name?!” you responded, jaw-dropped. “Why the hell are these titles so long?”

He simply smirked. “Well, I think this is perfect for the occasion, doll. Do ya know why?”

“Hm…because we’re in France?” you guessed, knowing how most of Chuuya’s favorite wines were imported from the country. Since coming here, he’s tried a lot. 

“Not wrong, but there’s something else,” he continued. 

“You remember Musigny, right?” You nodded, recalling the previous three times Chuuya mentioned a wine from the Le Musigny vineyards while educating you about what he was drinking. 

“The story b’hind this wine involves a Musigny girl who marries a lad in 1924. As a dowry, he receives parts of the Chambolle Musigny vineyards. Then, Domaine Georges and Christophe Roumier were born, and this wine was produced. Kinda romantic, huh?” 

“Awh! Yes, it is,” you replied, smiling. You found it adorable that Chuuya had chosen a wine with some sort of lovey story behind it for this event. 

He smiled back and then opened the bottle, pouring you about a third of the glass of burgundy liquid. 

“Here, nana.”

He sat down beside you after pouring his own glass. You took yours and clanked his glass, seeing a smug smile on his face. 

You sniffed the wine first, a sous-bois—earthy aroma filling your senses, redberries and spices akin. Then you tasted it, intense, grapey flavor on your tongue. 

“Miam!”

…

You and Chuuya had finished the bottle and moved on to other cocktails. And though Chuuya did like liquor on special occasions, he also could not hold it very well. Tipsy yourself, you didn’t realize he too was intoxicated until he randomly jerked you up from the seat. 

“Let’s dance pretty girl,” he said, dragging you across the floor. 

“Wait, hang on Chuu!” you stumbled, trying to find your balance. 

You made it to the middle of the floor where many other people were and joined in with the vitalizing, fast-paced song. You and Chuuya swung around, dancing to your heart’s content. Though your mind was hazy, you made an effort to step in the right places, so you wouldn’t topple Chuuya and both go down. 

Except, it seemed that he was too drunk to focus as well. He had accidentally lingered his foot on the floor too long, causing you to slip when you accidentally moved yours to the same spot. You gasped and fell backward.

An arm swiftly wrapped around your back, though, saving you from hitting the ground. 

“Sorry baby!” Chuuya had snapped out of his fuzziness the moment you tripped, acting fast to stop your fall. Your eyes widened as you looked into his concerned face above.

You realized a few moments later that everyone in the crowd had parted, leaving you and Chuuya in the middle, still in the same position. Unintentionally, he had disguised your slip-up as a dip in dance, and everyone there was impressed! They started clapping as you both remained there, confused looks on your faces. 

But then, Chuuya smiled and pulled you back up into a kiss. He started chuckling as his lips lingered on yours, finding the entire ordeal funny that it had worked out so pleasantly. You smiled too, wrapping your hands around his neck while you heard shouts of “Ouah!” and “Comme c’est romantique!” from spectators. 

Chuuya wasn’t done yet, though. Even the band had stopped playing music to acknowledge this interlude, so Chuuya jumped up on stage headlong without hesitation and took the microphone. 

“This princess right here deserves everything,” Chuuya spoke, eyeing you with a grin, causing you to heat up in embarrassment. “I brought her to Paris ‘cause why shouldn’t someone as lovely as her experience the city of romance? I say I’m one damn lucky man to have her.” 

There was another applaud while you melted in your lover’s broad proclamation of endearment towards you. You almost couldn’t believe it—surely you were just drunk and imagining things; there was no way Chuuya had gotten on stage with the band and started speaking. But the reality of it proved when he jumped back off, and embraced you again. 

“Love you,” he whispered in your ear. 

“Or, the French say ‘Je t’aime.’”

“I love you too,” you giggled back, enjoying the warmth of his hug. 

… 

You were both exhausted by the end of the night, yet Chuuya still carried you bridal-style back to the hotel room. You scrambled to get ready for bed, showering and changing into your pajamas, and in no time, you were both tucked in under the covers. 

“That was fun,” you sleepily said as you wrapped an arm across him. 

“I’m glad it was,” he replied. “You deserve to enjoy every day.”

“I do enjoy everyday because I’m with you, Chuuya. What you said earlier…

“I’m one lucky girl to have you.”

RANPO :

“Ranpo-ohh, c’mon!” you exclaimed as you practically dragged your lover out of the kitchen. 

“Why do we gotta go!?” he whined back, trying to grab another cookie out of the glass jar on the counter. 

“It’s—literally a mission from the President?” you used all your force and pulled Ranpo away before he could latch his hands on the sweets. 

“Why does he gotta send us?” he continued to complain, but fortunately, no longer trying to escape from you. “He always gives me such boring missions…I should be getting much more important cases as the world’s best detective!” 

He ended his exclamation with a hmph! and crossed his arms. You sighed as you looked at his stubborn state, but couldn’t help but smile when you realized he looked kind of…adorable like this.

“Ranpo, your missions are probably so trivial because you’re just that smart! You can figure out the answers and solutions to people’s questions and problems right away, so of course, everything that isn’t some huge, world-threatening issue would be mundane to you!” 

“Yeah, ‘cause humans are stupid,” he responded, but it was evident in his eyes he appreciated your words. You’ve grown to learn this over time—Ranpo absolutely loved praise, tripling in significance when it came from you, but he was too prideful to admit it. You’ve seldom seen him thank other people when they complimented him, but he always made sure you saw it, even if it was in an indirect way…She’s brilliant anyway. She’ll know I cherish it. 

“But! Seriously? A jazz concert? Why couldn’t the President send someone more suitable for that setting? I have no interest in somewhere like that!” 

“Why not?” you asked. “It seems fun! There will be music and dancing and stuff.” 

“I’d rather stay here! There won’t be snacks—probably just drinks! And I don’t like drinking; nothing is sweet enough for me!” He pouted once again.

“Well, the point of the mission won’t be to entertain ourselves anyway. We’re going to find a suspected murderer and possibly stop another murder caused by this one from happening. Therefore, drinking isn’t even important—it should be out of the question. For tonight, anyway.” 

“Fine. Let’s go!” 

“Wait—just a minute! We need to be dressed for the occasion! So we blend in?” 

You found it ironic that the world’s best detective could easily solve any case with a snap of a finger, yet he couldn’t even use the train. His ignorance of things was quite amusing; something such as an event’s dress code had slipped his mind.

“Why, what’s wrong with my outfit?” Ranpo asked. 

“Or do you just want a reason to dress me up?” You could see a slight smirk forming on his lips. 

“Well, I wasn’t lying with what I just said, but yes, picking out an outfit for you would be quite fun…” 

…

You and Ranpo were dressed and ready to go to the event. You had styled him in a cocoa-brown button-up paired with some slacks and yourself in your favorite little black dress. 

“Earth tones fit you the best,” you commented as you admired him in the outfit you put him in. “They compliment your eyes really well.” 

“Really?” he asked as he strode over to a mirror and shoved his face directly in front of it. He opened his viridian eyes, wide, and tried to examine why you thought that by holding up a piece of the fabric to his face.

You giggled as he felt you wrap your hands around his waist, hugging him from behind. 

…

“The murderer is going to be in this large crowd,” you repeated facts that the both of you already knew. “They’ll be unsuspecting—they’ll blend in with everyone else like us.”

You walked through a slim door but were greeted by a vast, lively room of vibes and music. The concert hadn’t started yet, but there was already a sea of people inside conversing with each other and ordering drinks. 

“The murderer may not have bought a ticket,” you said just loud enough for Ranpo to hear after you showed your entry tickets. You scanned the guest list and saw that everyone currently in the room did buy one, casting aside the staff, so you ruled out that everyone there right now could be a suspect. “So that their name wouldn’t be documented here. We should keep watch to see who tries to sneak in.” 

Ranpo nodded. “There are definitely other entrance doors in here, though. There’s probably an emergency exit in another corner of the room, and there is the backstage door.” 

“So they can sneak in through here, bribe the doorman, or sneak in through the other door,” you clarified. “And if not…they would hide among the band performers and enter with them.” 

“Or! They could be one of the band players.” 

“Hm, really?” you asked. “I looked into this band when we first got assigned the mission. It doesn’t seem like any of the members have any dirt or sketchy controversy surrounding them.” 

“Just a possibility! But yeah, any of those three ways would be how the murderer will get in.”  

You nodded in agreement. “I’ll go around to find the other entrance then. We’ll text each other if we see anything; otherwise, we’ll meet back when the concert starts. 

“Okie dokie!” 

… 

Thirty minutes had passed. You had found the back entrance and idled by it to see if anyone would enter, but noone came. You waited for a text from Ranpo, but it didn’t seem like anything suspicious happened on his end either. 

You heard a smooth voice through a microphone that sounded the entire room as the lights dimmed. 

“Welcome. The concert will begin on stage shortly.” 

Taking one last look at the door, you left and made your way to the stage where many other people started to gather. You sifted through the congregation, trying to find the pretty brunette among them. 

“Boo!” 

“Hu-uh?!” You slightly jolted, immediately turning around. You were undoubtedly greeted with a brunette. But instead of Ranpo, you were met with… 

“Dazai?!” 

“Hey-y!”

“What are you doing here? And why are you dressed as a bartender?” 

“Oh!” he replied, taking your hand. “Well, Ranpo was trying to find you, so come with me first.” He led you through the group until you were at the bar area. 

“There you are!” Ranpo shouted, seeing you appear with Dazai. 

Dazai brought you to Ranpo and then went behind the counter. 

“Well, to answer your question, long story short, I got punished. For ‘being lazy’. Kunikida caught me trying to catch a nap on the couch and went and complained to the President. He came in, saw me still there, and decided to punish me by leaving Kunikida to punish me.” You lifted an eyebrow in amusement. 

“So, Kunikida said I’d have to work here for the night. To prove I’m worthwhile doing a job.

“But anyways, drinks?” He glanced at you and Ranpo. 

“No thank you,” you replied. “We’re on a mission right now. There’s a murderer we have to catch tonight.” 

“Oh yes, Ranpo already told me,” he replied, looking at Ranpo. 

“Dazai helped us a little,” Ranpo said. 

He explained that when Ranpo discovered he was here too, he helped by counting everyone in the room after one of the band members announced the concert was about to start. Then, all left was to ask the doorman a question that would tell them how many tickets were sold. If more people were in the room than tickets sold, they would’ve already entered. 

“And since you and I didn’t see them trying to enter through the two doors, that must mean that the murderer came in the third way,” you contemplated. “They would sneak in with the band.” 

“Or again! Be part of the band!” Ranpo exclaimed. 

You sighed while Dazai chuckled in amusement. 

“You don’t believe so?” Dazai asked. 

“I just don’t see how. I mean, there’s no way all the members would have such clean slates if one of them turned out to be the killer.” 

“Or you’re just biased,” Ranpo sparred. “I know you’re really fond of jazz. That’s why you were so excited to go on this mission. You probably don’t want to think one of the jazz musicians could turn out to be a criminal.” 

You frowned. “Ranpo, that’s not the only reason-” 

“Whatever! We need to see how many people bought tickets for here.” He cut you off.

“Alright, I’ll go,” you replied and walked over to the security man at the door you came in from. 

“Hi, I run a blog and I was interested in making an article about my experience here, would you mind if you could answer a question about something?” 

“Of course, I don’t mind,” he replied. 

“I was wondering how many people are here tonight,” you said. “This place seems popular. I was curious to see if the atmosphere makes it seem like there are more people than there are, haha.” 

“If everyone shows up, then there should be one hundred and seven people here,” he replied. 

“Cool, thank you!” 

You walked back over to Ranpo. 

“He said one-hundred-seven,” you told him. 

He and Dazai looked at each other. 

“I counted one-hundred-eight people here,” Dazai said. “Ranpo double-checked, by the way.” 

“Oh,” you said. “So, they did show up with the band.” 

“Let’s go check backstage,” Ranpo said.

…

You two snuck behind the stage with ease, no one paying attention to your trespassing when the band was already playing the third song. Dazai stayed behind; he had been greeted by a pretty woman who wanted a drink and seemed eager to serve her. 

“I don’t see anything odd here,” you said, scanning the room. Luckily it was empty, so you didn’t have to knock out anyone there. 

“Here’s the entrance,” Ranpo pointed to the door. 

“Yeah, so can’t you use ultra-deduction to figure it out now?” you asked, out of leads. There was an extra person in the concert, and they entered through the backstage, but you didn’t know anything else.  

“I told you! They are part of the band! Look, there’s a fingerprint scanner for security,” Ranpo said, pointing to a screen. “If you open the door, the scanner is on the outside. That means only they can enter.” 

“We can’t assume!” you argued back, running to a computer. “I don’t believe it! There’s no way one of them could be the murderer…I—I’ve been a fan of this band for years…” You turned on the computer to see the live recording of the security cameras in the room, one of the screens peering at your back. 

“Are you saying you’re doubting my ability!?” Ranpo clamored childishly.

You ignored him, rewinding the footage to earlier that evening when the jazz members arrived. And to your disappointment, no one else entered throughout the whole timeline until you and Ranpo. 

Is the murderer…really among them? 

“The final song will now begin.” The instruments had lowered in volume, and the same voice spoke in the microphone again, announcing the concert was almost over. 

“Found any other suspect, sweetheart?” Ranpo mocked immaturely. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

“What are you going to do? Jump up on stage and tell everyone one of them is a murderer?” 

“Mhm,” he replied, looking up at their backs. “They’ll all be interrogated, the murders will match up with one of them, and-” 

“There just has to be another explanation! I know we found one thing, but we should at least have more proof than just who entered this room to convict someone! I just think you usually have more reason for your conclusions, Ranpo!” 

He stared at you. It was obvious you and Ranpo were frustrated at each other, but you both fought to not cause a scene or verbally displease one another. 

“…I actually can’t figure it out. I tried but…it’s not giving me an answer. I don’t know why. It’s like, in reality, there’s no murderer here at all!” 

He looked disdained, and you immediately felt concerned. But before you could respond, Dazai walked in the room.

“What are you guys doing?” He pulled you with one arm and Ranpo on his other. “There hasn’t been a murder yet, so shouldn’t you be keeping an eye out for it in the crowd?” You three entered the show again, and you eyed the musicians on stage. 

Which one looks most like a murderer. And how will they murder? Will they bring someone on stage and do it there? Or after the concert ends? Or will they abduct the victim and then kill them?

And then the last song ended. The band thanked everyone for coming, and the audience started to either file out or go to the bar for some final drinks. 

It’s going to happen sometime now! 

You immediately tracked down the musicians, keeping them in your sight, even following them as they went backstage. You hid behind the doorframe so they wouldn’t see you watching them. 

But it seems that one of the members noticed. 

“Hey!” he spoke out, the one who played the saxophone. 

Shoot! Now I’m going to be their victim! 

He walked up towards you, and now you couldn’t escape. 

You didn’t even bother to tell Ranpo what you were doing before you ran off. 

“Hm, are you looking for a signature?” he asked, a friendly smile on his face. Fake friendly, possibly. Inviting and warm. So that you’d fall into his trap. It has to be him. 

“Y-yes!” you replied, trying to conceal your fear. “I’ve been a fan of your group’s music for a few years. I am glad I was able to hear it tonight.” 

“Wow, thank you!” he replied, humbly. “That really means a lot. Here, you can come in and I’ll sign wherever you want.” 

And this is where it happens, huh. You debated stepping inside when suddenly, Ranpo appeared in front of you. 

“Back away from my girlfriend!” 

Hu-uh? 

The musician immediately stepped back, seeing the livid face of your lover as he outstretched an arm in front of you for protection. 

“You’re not murdering [Y/N] next! I won’t let you touch her-” 

“Woah-woah!” A new face popped up in the room as the entire jazz band group looked terrified—“Dazai?”

Dazai ran in between Ranpo and the saxophone player, pulling Ranpo and you back. 

“I sincerely apologize for this matter,” Dazai groveled frantically, almost dramatic. “It seems our friend here has gotten very drunk and is acting impulsively! I’m responsible for both of them, so I’ll be taking them now…” 

…

Dazai dragged you and Ranpo out by the collars to the bar counter. 

“Now what was that about?!” you both asked simultaneously, dumbfounded that Dazai had stopped your confrontation with the murderer and even made up a whole excuse for the suspicion. 

“The fact is there is no murderer here,” Dazai calmly said. “The entire case was a setup.” 

“WHAT?!” 

“The President just wanted you two to relax a little because of how diligently you worked; you solved about two cases a day this week, after all. He thought maybe you’d catch on quickly how this was just a scheme, but-” 

“That’s why I couldn’t figure it out! Because you planned this, Dazai!” Ranpo was pouting with his eyes sealed shut and arms crossed, but you could tell he was also a bit relieved that it was only a silly prank by Dazai instead of it being a case he couldn’t find the true answer to. 

Dazai was one of Ranpo’s countable competitors, after all. His intelligence was almost if not as equal to your lover’s. 

“But the extra person in the room?” you asked. “That was still true unless you also hired the doorman to lie about the number.”

“Oh! Well—oddly, the security hasn’t noticed me yet. I’m not even a worker here. I snuck in!”

“So you’re telling me YOU were the extra person at this concert?!” you and Ranpo screamed. 

“Shh! So loud, you two! So now that this case is solved…drinks?” 

…

“I’m sorry for getting frustrated over you,” you apologized to Ranpo as you two sat on the bar stools. “You weren’t wrong; I was being biased whether this was a true mission or not. I really like this jazz band.” 

“Duh, I know,” Ranpo replied, having one of the sweeter cocktails. Of course he did—you had a massive poster of them on your wall.

“…We can come to their concert the next time they perform. Dazai was mean for watching us get worked up over nothing. The music was pretty cool anyway.” 

He gave you a wide grin. You smiled back, shoving a cookie in his mouth. 

“Saved it. Because I knew the best detective in the world would prevail in the end.” 

“Usually you say ‘solve the case in the end’.” 

“Okay well, technically, this wasn’t a case at all—y’know what, forget it.” 

“I’m just kidding. Thanks. For the cookie.” 

You smiled once more. You knew Ranpo meant more than just the sweets by how his cheeks blushed a soft pink. 

reblogs are cherished. <3

reverie is back and in her bsd era i fear...daz’s hair tucked behind his ear>>. ugh he was so polite here. chuuya ‘n his expensive tastes ‘n his expensive dates mwah! lit researched wine lists ‘n wine etiquette for this. v much got carried away on ranpo...it’s okay he’s the cutest and intelligence bows before him! thoo, he’s so so stubborn.

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[midnightjewel]

BNHA Guys Reacting to Your Kids Cartoons and Movies

Kids shows and movies say some pretty out of pocket things that you usually won’t catch or find funny unless you’re an adult

Characters Included: Izuku and Todoroki

Part 1 Part 2

Izuku

You thankfully were able to get a day off of work after yesterdays battle. You had to chase after a villain who robbed a pharmacy for god only knows what! You were able to take the group down with the help of some of your other coworkers.

To put it simply, you were exhausted after that situation from overuse of your quirk. So of course your agency saw that it was best if you took the day off. Does that mean you relaxed? Of course not! There were things to be done around the house and errands to run. It was better to do it today then waste your weekend with doing household chores.

After a long day you picked your two kids up from school and made your way home. “Okay mommy worked really hard to clean the house today so let’s try to keep it clean!” You tell your kids as you pull into the driveway of the rather large house.

Being married to the number one hero had its perks but having that big house meant it took quite a bit of an effort to clean it.

“Yes mama” they smiled in the back seat not taking their eyes up from their comic book that the eldest son had gotten just last week. You smiled and shook your head, they loved all things superhero’s and it was adorable when they got along like this.

Once the kids got settled in the TV room to watch a movie and do their homework you began to get to work on dinner. Your husband would be home soon and he probably no doubt had a long day. So you figured a nice home cooked meal would be a nice ending to his day.

As you stirred the noodles to make some spaghetti you heard the front door open and close. “Hey honey” you heard your husband come into the kitchen. He hugged you from behind and you smiled “Hello my love” you responded “How was work?” You inquired “Ughhh so tiring” he hid his face in the crook of your neck

“The kids are watching a movie in the tv room, you know they always love to see you” you remind him and he nods “Of course, I love my munchkins” he smiles as he kisses your cheek and makes his way to the next room

Izuku had planned to say hi to the kids and then go shower before dinner but somehow his daughter convinced him to stay and watch the movie with them. They were watching the princess and the frog which is a movie he couldn’t say he was familiar with. Not that he was uncultured in the movie world he just never got around to watching it until now.

As you made your way to the next room to let them know dinner was on the table you couldn’t help but smile at the sight before you. Both of your children were nuzzled up to their father as they watched the princess and the frog.

You loved this movie so it most definitely caught your attention “exactly which is why a woman of your background would’ve had her hands full trying to run a big business like that” they spoke to Tiana and you couldn’t help but scoff at that scene.

“That’s crazy how they treated her” your husband spoke “Let this be a lesson, we never ever treat anybody that way” he informs his children and they nod in understanding

Todoroki

You and Shoto had to leave the twins with a babysitter tonight as it was the annual hero’s gala. It was a very exclusive event that was by invite only for all the great heroes and their spouses. It was a great night and you were able to catch up with all of your old friends from high school.

The night was successful as Shoto had won two awards and you were incredibly proud of him for it. You were sure to remind him that he would get an extra special reward from you later tonight and the blush that crept up in his face was unmatched.

As the two of you pulled into the driveway you hoped the twins hadn’t given the babysitter a hard time with bedtime. You were crossing your fingers that they were sleeping soundly in bed. Shoto parked in the driveway and told you to stay in the car as he turned it off, got out, and walked to your door and held his hand out for you to take it.

As you stepped onto the cement driveway you slightly hissed in pain. Truthfully you hated heels but it was a formal event so you felt as if you had to just suck it up for the night. “Your feet hurt?” He asks you and you nod “Yes, I hate heels” you sigh and he nods in understanding “Then I guess I’ll have to carry you” he chuckles and proceeds to carry you bridal style up the driveway.

“Let me just say, you look absolutely stunning tonight” he smiles down at you “Have I told you that yet?” He questions himself and you giggle “Yes Sho! Once before we left and at least five times while we were there” you reassured him. “Well what’s one more time” he laughs

“That dress” he sighs as he gently puts you down to get his house keys out of his pocket “as much as I love it, it’s going to have to come off here soon” he smirks as he unlocks the door and now it’s your turn to blush. “Let’s just get inside first” you remind him

When you both enter the house it’s quiet aside from the TV that seems to still be playing. You both assumed it was just the babysitter and went to the living room to pay her and tell her she could go home for the night. But much to your surprise the kids were still on the couch. It seems as if they had fallen asleep during the movie.

“Thank you so much Kimmy” you do your best to keep your voice down so that the kids won’t wake up “Here let me pay you extra, the kids love having you here” Shoto pulls $50 out of his wallet “Oh, sir you don’t have to do that” she reassures him “I absolutely do, I don’t know what we could do without you” he explains to her and convinces her to take the extra cash.

“Let me help clean up” she offers referring to the coffee table that was littered with dishes and snack wrappers “Nonsense, it’s late, you should get home” you reassured her

After you both made sure she got in her car safely you shut your front door once more, and decided to go check on the twins.

As you two approached the living room you had your fingers crossed that they would be asleep so the two of you could retreat to your shared bedroom. You and Shoto leaned over the back of the couch to find Yumi, the “youngest” twin and Sadao, the “older” one both tangled up in various blankets and plushies on opposite ends of the couch. The movie they appeared to be watching was Shrek, a familiar favorite of yours.

As you proceeded to pick up the dishes on the coffee table Shoto took the liberty of finding the remote to turn the television off. But as you walked off to the kitchen with the dishes in hand the children awoke.

“Daddy?” Your daughter groggily asked as she looked at her father. “Hello darling” he crouched down and smiled at her “Do you need something? Water?” He asked and she shook her head ‘no’

“When did you get back?” Your son rubbed his eyes and yawned “Just a few minutes ago” Shoto responded and ruffled his snowy white hair

“Would you two like to sleep down here or in your rooms?” He questioned “Dad can you watch just 5 more minutes of the movie with us?” Your daughter asked and he briefly nodded, “Of course, but it is a bit late so just five minutes” he confirmed with them

As you had gotten all of the dishes loaded into the dishwasher, you made your way back to the living room to say goodnight to your once sleeping children. But to your surprise Shoto and the twins were sitting on the couch watching the movie.

It just so happened that the scene where donkey and the dragon are sitting in the pile of gold in the castle. Of course you knew that this movie had plenty of scenes that provided adult humor. But, it seems that your husband wasn’t too familiar with the movie.

“Oh my goodness” he actually looked shocked that this was in a supposed children’s movie. “Well I love you two it is getting late” he laughs and shakes his head. “Goodnight” they both say in unison as they drift off back to sleep on the couch with the television still on.

Before you knew it, you knew it you were swept off of your feet and carried up the staircase. “Shoto!” You giggle as you reach down to open the bedroom door. He made sure to shut it behind you before dropping you to sit on the edge of the bed. He then proceeded to bend down and take your heels off.

“You’re so beautiful” he smiles as he kisses your shin while tossing your heels to the side.

[arealphrooblem]

Kidnapped by the Boss Part 6

Part one here

Synopsis: Civilian is a secretary to the Prime Minster. But when the political summit between the city states goes awry, she finds herself kidnapped by the very boss she tried to protect and nothing is what it seems.

CW: Hunger Strike, disordered eating *summary of chapter will be at the bottom for anyone who wants to skip it.*

Breakfast was delivered via servant a short while after he dropped her off. Her stomach roiled at the sight of all her favorites carefully arranged on the tray. It reminded her, quite forcefully, of how her grandmother used to wrap bitter pills in peanut butter balls or turkey for her ailing dog.

He wanted so badly to preserve the relationship they had before, as if he hadn’t completely obliterated it himself. He must have thought it would keep her complacent when her fear faded out.

He thought he knew her, but he had only ever seen her at her job. And sure, some days were hard and he caught a glimpse of her frustration or anxiety. As the years bled into each other, he learned little things about her, like her favorite foods or the TV shows that she rewatched obsessively.

But he never actually saw her. Even at the height of her newfound crush on him, Val kept a tight lid on any unprofessional slip ups and her personal life rarely leaked over into her job.

He thought patient, reliable, helpful Val was the only facet of her being. He knew nothing of the depths of her rage, her pig-headed stubbornness,

She took a slice of toast and threw the rest in the trash.

“Knock knock, Val. I hope you’re decent.”

The driver’s voice sounded about two seconds before the door opened. Of course, by the afternoon Val had already showered and dressed for the day. Still, it was a little unsettling how little time he’d give her if she wasn’t.

“Does it ever get old, coming here to irritate the shit out of me?” she demands, crossing her arms.

“Angel, it got old the first time.” He rolled his eyes. “Do you think it's my choice to be here?”

“Do you actually have free will or are you just a highly realistic robot?”

“Do you want a tour of the castle or do you want to stay stuck in this room?”

“ . . .What?”

“Apparently the rumor goes that your incredibly lavish and luxurious rooms are not good enough for you. So I’ve been tasked to show you around, let you stretch your legs or whatever.”

“Stretch my legs?” she repeated skeptically. “Where? Over the edge of the roof?”

“Or, you know, to the library. Or the zoo.”

“There’s a zoo here?”

The driver waved his hand dismissively. “Technically a rescue animal sanctuary. He calls it a menagerie because he’s pretentious as hell. But let’s be real — its a glorified petting zoo.”

A zoo and a library. Val had to admit both intrigued her greatly. Staying in this room did her no favors, mentally, with nothing to do but stew in her own fear and frustration.

She opened her mouth to comply and then promptly shut it closed.

Bitter pill. Peanut Butter.

Any kindness from him came with strings, no doubt, so he could yank her around like a little puppet.

“No,” she said instead. “I’m staying here.”

The driver’s eyebrows shot up. “You don’t need to be afraid. I’m not going to kill you unless he asks me to — no matter how annoying you are. And if he does, I’ll snap your neck. Quick, efficient. Shoving you off the roof is cowardly and makes too big of a mess.”

It was her turn to roll her eyes. “That’s very thoughtful of you, but it has nothing to do with that. I just don’t want to go. You can tell your king to stick his zoo and his library up his ass.”

The driver gave her a long stare. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a stubborn fucking idiot?”

“Once or twice.”

He shook his head. “If you want to go slowly insane in this room, have at it, I guess.”

Lunch came. Her stomach growled at the sight of her favorite sandwich but she forced herself to throw that away too. (she ate the pickle spear though). He wanted something from her and he wasn’t going to get it just because he plied her with food and entertainment.

 A cage was a cage.

She didn’t even bother to check what dinner was. The tray and lid sat untouched on the table for the servants to whisk away tomorrow.

Hunger woke up her up later that night, her mouth dry. Head dizzy. Her stomach cramped with it, a howling beast. It was so tempting to tear the lid of the dinner off and eat it with her hands that she went and locked herself in the bathroom for a while.

A few handfuls of water from the sink was all she allowed herself. When she felt strong enough, she set the tray in the bathroom floor and shut the door to block the temptation. Sleep claimed her for a long time.

“My lady. You need to wake up.”

A hand kept delicately patting her shoulder, chasing her out of another nightmare. She jerked awake, scrambling to sit up in the bed.

One of the servants, a woman old enough to be her mother with a calm but impassive face, stared down at her. Her uniform was immaculate.

“I’m sorry,” Val found herself saying. “What — what time is it? Has something happened?”

“It is nearly eleven, ma’am. His majesty will be here in roughly ten minutes with breakfast. I advise you to dress.”

“Ten minutes?” she squawked.

“Do you need any assistance?” the woman asked.

God her head was splitting now that sleep started to fall away. “Painkillers?” she asked weakly. “My head hurts.”

To her surprise, the woman gave her a stern look. “I’m sure it does,” she said with a bland tone that did not match the look in her eyes.

The woman swept off through the door without another look in Val’s direction.

What was that about? she wondered as she stumbled to the dresser. But the fogginess in her head lay too thick to figure it out. She felt like complete and utter shit and the last thing she felt ready to deal with was him.

The bed beckoned her with its feather pillows and down comforter and high thread count sheets. She stared longingly back for a moment, debating on how convincingly she could pretend to sleep when he showed up, before sighing and putting on a fresh change of clothes.

She had just tamed her hair into another pony tail when a knock came from the door.

“Rise and shine, princess,” said the driver’s voice.

Goddamn it. She had to deal with both of them.

“Can we reschedule?” she yelled out. “I’m busy.”

“I’m afraid not, love,” said the king’s voice.  “I’d rather not wait.”

She did not like the sound of that. “Fine,” she growled. “Let’s get this over with.”

The door opened, the driver propping it open with his foot as the king stepped in with a large covered tray.

“I don’t know why you bother with knocking,” the driver muttered. “It’s not like her permission matters.”

“Because I have manners,” the king sniffed, setting the tray down on the table. “Unlike some people.”

He looked up and gave her a wink, as if sharing an inside joke.

“You don’t keep me around for manners.” The driver hopped up on her unmade bed, pulling a knife from his belt and setting it on the comforter.

“Make yourself at home,” Val said scathingly.

“How generous of you.” He bared his teeth in a dangerous smile. “I think I will.”

The king made himself busy setting out the spread. Toast and jams and sausage links and cubed cheese and a thermos of coffee with delicate china cups.

“Children, play nice. It’s not even noon. Val, please, heave a seat.”

Just looking at the food made her stomach rebel, even as the rest of her body desperately craved it. The smell invaded her nose, making her swallow back a gag. God, why couldn’t she just sleep all day? It’s not like she had anything else to do.

“Why are you here?” she asked. “What do you want now?”

“I have something for you.” The king lowered himself down in the chair opposite of her and gestured for her to do the same. “But first, we should eat.”

“I don’t want it.”

“You’ll think differently when you see what it is. Now sit.”

He gave her a warning look, the danger of his true self slipping out from behind the mask. Val sat, feeling the presence of the assassin behind her with a knife like a prickle on the back of her neck.

“Which jam would you like on your toast?” he asked. “We have peach, strawberry, lemon chardonnay, and cherry.”

“No thank you,” she said through gritted teeth. Her stomach felt as if it were trying to eat itself.

“I insist you try the lemon chardonnay, it’s phenomenal. I have it every morning.”

He covered a triangle of toast in a thin layer of bright yellow jam before setting it on a tiny plate and handing it to her. The citrus smell washed over her, intoxicating. Any other time she would have devoured it. She loved lemon flavored pastries and he knew it. Which was why it didn’t cost her much to set her plate down off to the side  and ignore it.

The wave of twisted self satisfaction more than made up for her hunger.

Next he poured her a glass of clear water from another thermos and slid it over to her.

“Water?”

“I’m not thirsty.”

She wanted to drown herself in that glass of water, but she’d rather drop dead than give him that satisfaction. He wanted her to eat and drink so badly. He wanted her healthy enough to pretend that her life wasn’t in his hands. To forget how responsible he was for ruining it.

She wouldn’t let him.

“You are thirsty, though,” he said, his stare cutting her from across the table. “Because you haven’t eaten or drank anything in almost three days.”

“That’s not true.”

She had a pickle slice. And a piece of plain toast. And some water from the sink. His gaze narrowed, though, the previous warmth in his gaze clouding over.

“Oh but it is. The servants have found your food in the trash after every meal, save for last night’s dinner, which they found in the bathroom while you were sleeping.”

“I’m still figuring that one out,” muttered the driver from behind her.

“Why does it matter what I do with my food,” she retorted.

Silence answered her. Silence and that unnerving gaze pinning her down like a push pin in a cork board. She fought the urge to squirm under it, to feel like a student confronted by an angry principal. Though only a decade separated them, she felt like a child around him at times. A silly, clueless child.

But of course . . . He wasn’t actually a decade older. He was several decades older. Over a century older, at least in his mind.

“Val.”

He kept using her name like it meant something to him and it pissed her off.

“Eugene,” she said, his old name still feeling like sacrilege to the part of her brain still clinging to her previous professionalism.

If it bothered him, he showed no sign.

“I know what this is,” he said finally. 

Her hackles raised.

“Breakfast” she said, raising a brow.

“Control,” he countered. “Rebellion. Whittling yourself down to spite me.”

She hated how easily he saw through her. How well he could guess what laid under her professional mask when she couldn’t get a read on him at all.

“Maybe I don’t like the food,” she said, purposefully obtuse.

“Nonsense,” he said dismissively. “I know everything you like.”

“You’re not going to get anywhere because of that,” she snapped. “I’m not a kid you can bribe with candy and a trip to the zoo.”

“So that’s what this is.” He leaned forward in his chair. “I’m not trying to bribe you, Val. I’m just trying to feed you.”

“Well I don’t want to eat it.”

“Would you rather I send you food that you hate? French onion soup and pork rinds and spicy curry? Would that make you feel better?”

“I’m not eating anything that you give me.” She crossed her arms, fingers clenching tight at her sides, feeling as if she were digging and digging further into her own grave.

She would rather die than give him any kind of satisfaction and it scared her that that thought could be literal. But she didn’t know how to back down yet she couldn’t stomach the thought of giving him the one thing she could deny him when he had taken everything else.

“For how long? Because I’m not sure if you noticed, Val, but the only food available to you comes from me.”

She shrugged, not having an answer. It’s not like she planned a hunger strike. But refusing to eat fueled the rage simmering inside her and that felt so much better than the fear. It felt like she could do something, even if it only hurt herself.

His gaze flickered over her shoulder for a moment before returning to hers.

“It stops today. I am not leaving this room until you eat something.”

“You’ll be waiting a long time,” she retorted with bravado she didn’t feel.

Especially with the hands that dropped suddenly onto her shoulders. She launched forward, even when she had nowhere to run, but the hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms back behind the chair. Tugging only brought sharp pain in her shoulders, the driver’s hands a shackle around her own. 

The king stood up and stepped towards her. “You will eat today, by your hand or by mine. The choice is yours. And if you make either impossible I will chain you to a hospital bed and an IV drip. To be fair you might be close to that already with your dehydration. So we will start with that glass of water.”

He plopped a glass straw into the cup and held it out for her.

“Why does this matter so much that I live?” she demanded. “That I’m healthy? What does it matter to you what I do to myself?”

For a moment he didn’t answer. Then he set the glass back down on the table and knelt down on one knee beside her chair, hand resting lightly on the arm. It brought him a few inches under her gaze so he had to look up, dark eyes fathomless. She couldn’t tell what emotion shone out of them, but it burned unfiltered.

“I must admit, when I pulled you into the car and onto the plane I didn’t know what I was going to do with you,” he said quietly. “ But I never considered torture or punishment — you’ve done nothing wrong. And yet, it didn’t matter, because you have done nothing but torment yourself since you got here.”

She broke away from his gaze, her stomach twisting uncomfortably, but he didn’t stop. 

“You don’t sleep and then you stop eating. You live in constant fear despite our reassurances that you’re safe. I try to give you comforts, things to make you happy and you reject it all. It’s not meant as a bribe to lull you into complacency or servitude. The reason why you’re here is because you cared about me enough to risk your safety and I refuse to have you punished for it but that’s exactly what will happen when you go back home.” 

Fingers nudged her chin until their gaze met again. 

“I’m trying to give you a life here. Bit by bit. Will you let me?”

He looked so beseeching, so soft. It hurt. She wanted to believe it so bad. 

“You tell me I’m safe but  you’ve threatened my life multiple times since I got in that car,” she pointed out. “You both have. He especially loves to point out how I live on borrowed time and borrowed favor,” she added, jerking her chin back towards the driver. 

Ice settled in those dark eyes as he flickered them over her shoulder. Immediately the driver released her arms, relief following immediately afterwards. She shook them out, then cradled them to her chest. 

“Rook has a penchant for practicality that borders on the sociopathic,” the king said. “And I haven’t threatened you so much as warned.” He took one of her hands in his. “I’ve been building up to this moment for three lifetimes and I cannot allow anyone to stand in my way. Not even you. So long as you don’t actively impede me, you have nothing to fear from me.” 

She swallowed. “You’re a very terrifying person for someone who wants my trust.”

He smiled then, a soft rueful thing. “I was not always so. Will you trust me, anyway, Val?”

And this was why he was elected, she thought with a mental shake of her head, despite his vague past and unknown status. 

“I will . . .consider it,” she said slowly. 

“And will you eat with me? . . . .Please?”

Val sighed deeply, knowing she lost this round. “Yes.”

His smile spread, slow and bright, like the sun coming up over the ridge and butterflies rioted in her chest to meet it. Goddamn it. If kidnapping and captivity and threat of potential murder wouldn't kill this stupid crush, did she have any hope at all of ever being rid of it?

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Summary: Val goes on a spontaneous hunger strike, not really intending it to be one but because she sees serving her favorite foods as a bribe to get her to comply. She compares it to the peanut butter her grandmother wraps medicine in for her dog.

After three days of very little to eat and drink, the king and the driver visit with breakfast. The king tries to force her to eat, Val and the King have a confrontation when she refuses, and he admits that he isn't trying to bribe her, but to help her make a life here since she will be punished if she ever went back home. He doesn't want her punished just because she cared enough about him to look for him in the parking lot. Eventually Val agrees to eat again and she says she will consider trusting his word when he told her he didn't want to hurt or kill her.

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justin herbert winning superbowl and proposes to y/n on the field

author's note; oh ABSOLUTELY anon u ate with this idea!!! singlehandedly bringing me out of my writing slump summary; the superbowl was supposed to be justin herberts biggest win of the day- but he can't help himself from making it just a little better. word count; 5k warnings; mention of underage drinking, nsfw joke Lol! unedited characters; Reader x Justin Herbert

There was no world in which you weren't shaking with nerves and anticipation. You had grown up watching the Super Bowl on television. You had honestly never really paid it much mind unless your local team had made it through, and even then it was usually your teenage excuse to have a few friends round and sneak a few drinks. In the past couple of years, however, football had become integrated into your life in the form of a 6'6, 236 lbs sweetheart. When you and Justin had begun dating, the idea of it lasting had been far from your mind. You complained incessantly to your girlfriends about his schedule. "He's always busy!" You had whinged to them, far from dramatic. He always had practice or a game or team bonding. Finding a time he could carve out for you was hard. But damn, did he try. And it worked. Three years later, you looked forward to the familiar thump of his football bag hitting the floor on a Sunday to alert you to his arrival. After a win, he'd come to find you with a grin on his face and wild eyes, usually peppering you with kisses. A loss, however, meant he immediately took a solemn shower and put all that gentle giant weight on you to lie in your arms and soak in your affection. This year had been filled with wins. After two losses at the start of the season, the team managed to turn the tide and keep a strong string of games going. The result was enough to put them head-to-head against the Kansas City Chiefs in this year's Super Bowl.

And the Nevada heat was not helping you stay calm. You half wanted to peel your Herbert jersey off and stand in a refrigerator until the game was over. You were nervous for all sorts of reasons. Firstly, you wanted Justin to win. Secondly, you wanted Justin to get through the game without getting injured. The injury to his ribs last year, he liked to joke, had scared you more than it had hurt him. You would be happy with any result as long as he left the field in one piece.

So far, it was a close game. 21-31 in the fourth quarter, with the Chiefs leading. You couldn't figure out how you felt. You were bursting at the seams with pride as is, but you were desperate for Justin to win what he had been working towards for so long. Justin had played an incredible game so far. You and his family kept repeating so to each other, like a mantra that he would continue doing so. You wanted nothing more than to see them win this game, even if watching was growing more difficult with each passing second. Mitch and Patrick, his two brothers, watched standing up. They either perched, staring and analyzing the game in a way only a football player could, or paced whatever stretch of ground they could, discussing their conclusions. "He's doing great," Holly said, not really aiming the words at anyone. Your hands were clasped in hers, and you gave her a squeeze. The sweet moment was interrupted by Patrick's yelp. Your gaze snapped back to the field, and Holly let go of your hands as both of you stood up. There was a wide opening, where Keenan Allen was waiting. Justin's snap made it to him, and Allen set into the most determined run you had ever seen. He dodged defense, with help from Chargers players doing their best to block them from his path. And then- "Touchdown by Keenan Allen! The Chargers are beginning to close the very small gap between them and the Chiefs!" The announcer called. You and the Herbert family erupted in glee (as you had with every previous point.)

With just under a minute now left in the last quarter, 28-30 was beginning to seem like it would be the final score. Both sides were not letting anything or anyone pass. You could practically feel the tension radiating from the players. No one had sat down since Keenan's touchdown. The electricity in the box was too much for anyone to stay stationary. Your hands were clasped, pressed to your lips as you watched your boyfriend set up. He got the ball, pulled back, and paused. "Go!" Mitch yelled like Justin could hear him. And then, like he could, Justin started running. They had set up close enough, he could make it- you could see he was going to make it. You had never heard louder yells than in the second Justin made it to the endzone. The clock after that ticked down painfully slowly. But second after second, the Chiefs were unable to score any points that would put them back in the lead.

Then the game ended, and the Los Angeles Chargers had officially won the 2024 Super Bowl. You were right behind the Herberts as the four of them rushed out of the box and down to the field, Patrick dragging you next to him with a handful of your shirt. "Slow down!" You laughed at him. "You're dating a Super Bowl winner, there's no slowing down now!" He exclaimed back at you. You felt the warm flush of giddiness and pride. Justin was a Super Bowl winner. Your boyfriend. Your lovely boyfriend. When you made it down, the field and sidelines were already flooded with family and friends. A sea of red and blue. You were sure the pure, unadulterated joy radiating off of you was salt in the wound for the Chiefs players, but the moment you locked eyes with your boyfriend you didn't care. In a surge of energy, you raced towards him, your large smile somehow growing even bigger. When you reached him, you didn't even care that he reeked or that his pads were wet with sweat. He picked you up on impact and twirled you around. "You won," you told him. When he put you down, he kissed you quickly but passionately. "I'm so proud of you, babe." You said. "I love you." "I love you too." He said, smiling down at you. That damned height. His family caught up, hugging him and crying and showering him with love and congratulations. Once their excitement had faded a little, Justin wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into his side. He pressed his lips into your hair and mumbled something. "What?" You asked, pulling away. "Marry me." He said clearly this time. You froze. His eyebrows lifted as he waited for your answer, a shit-eating grin uncurling on his face. You couldn't think of what to say except for "What?" "Marry me." He repeated. His words sounded so sure, and the way he was looking at you- You reached up a hand and grabbed the front of his pads to pull him down to kiss you. This time not short, but definitely just as passionate. "Yes," You told him against his lips, "Of course I will." "Woah! Slow it down on the PDA, Justin." His dad laughed. Justin pulled away from you. "Sorry, dad." He apologized, "Just excited." "Don't let the Super Bowl get to your head," Mitch joked, reaching up to slap his little brother lightly on the back of the head. "It's not just that," Justin began, "I just kind of.." he scratched the back of his neck, unsure how to explain it. He looked to you for help. "I think we just got engaged?" You said, not breaking your gaze away from his. Holly let out a yelp of excitement, but Patrick beat it by a mile. "I call best man!" He yelled without missing a beat. From near you, Sebastian's head turned. "What did I just hear about a best man?" He asked. Justin rolled his eyes and groaned like the question annoyed him. Underneath it all, he was bursting with the anticipation of telling everyone. He had been pondering when to ask for months. There was a ring in the drawer of his bedside table that had been waiting for him to finally propose. But of course, he had to choose the spontaneous moment that felt right. He wished you had a ring to show off to the boys, but instead, he just had to tell them, "We're engaged!" The team exploded with cheers and congratulations, all still riding the high of the win. Still under his arm, you looked up at your now-fiancee with a sly grin. "Go shower and get changed. You and I are in for a very fun night." You told him under your breath. His eyes widened and his eyebrows raised in a cheeky expression. "You're on," He retorted, beginning to walk away. "But don't forget baby, I'm a Super Bowl winner! It'll be a fun month." You ignored the curious glances his family and teammates gave you at his comment and tried to hide your bright red cheeks.

[m-jelly]

Late night snack - Chapter 8

Vampire Levi x human reader

You go to a club with Levi. What seems like fun at first soon turns into a nightmare for you. Levi saves you and takes care of you as you recover in hospital.

Slight warning. Reader is captured and fed upon a lot in part of this chapter and saved by Levi. Please be aware and skip if needed.

Ao3

Part 9

Levi smiled as you sat on his thigh. He played with your hair a bit as you looked so adorable to him. He placed his hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing against your skin. He leaned closer and kissed you as his hand slipped further up the inside of your thigh. He smiled when you mewled in delight at feeling his fingers lightly brush your clothed heat.

You leaned your head back and panted as he nipped and sucked your neck. You tangled your fingers in his hair right as his fangs sank into your neck and he moved his fingers against your clit. All you could do was rock your hips against Levi’s touch. You had done intimate things with Levi in many places, but you’d never done naughty things in his limo.

Levi pulled from your neck and lapped up the blood trickling from the wound. “That’s it, my love, give in to pleasure.”

You panted a little as you felt your coil tighten. “Levi.” You mewled. “You’re so hungry for me.”

“That’s because you’re so delicious and a delight to play with.” He tapped his forehead against yours. “I could be with you every single moment possible.”

You gasped when you felt the gentle pop and your pleasures burn through all of you. You softly moaned in delight. “Mm.”

Levi licked up the last of your blood, and then his fingers. “Your blood and cum is incredible.”

You took his hand from your thighs and showered it with kisses. “You’re more delicious. I love you, Levi.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

“I can’t wait either.”

You shifted on his lap. “Henri has helped me design a dress.”

“I’m glad you’re getting help. I’m surprised you haven’t asked Theodore.”

“Well, he makes things too expensive. People can’t afford it.” You whined. “I just want a simple dress with a few vampire touches. I like Theodore, but I worry about money.”

Levi caressed your cheek. “I understand.”

You looked over to the glass window where the driver was behind. “Um, he didn’t hear did he?”

“No, that glass is bulletproof and thick, we’re fine.”

You relaxed against Levi. “Good.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you. “So, talk to me, my bunny, why did you want to go out?”

You smiled at him. “I wanted to drink, dance a little and have fun with the man I’m going to marry.” You squeezed his cheeks with one hand. “Is that a bad thing?”

He leaned closer and kissed you. “Absolutely not. You can do anything you want, my love, as long as you bring me along.”

“I’ll always bring you along.” You gasped. “Unless I’m buying you a gift, then you’re not allowed to come with me.”

He pouted a bit. “Mean.”

“I’m incredibly mean.” You turned and straddled him. You shifted a bit and sighed. “I’m the meanest there is. Super mean. Can you really let this mean bunny be your wife?”

He held your hips and smiled. “I think I can.”

You purred at him as you leaned closer. “You sure?”

“Yes, because I can be meaner.”

You titled your head and sighed. “Tell me.”

He lightly rubbed his lips against yours. “Does it turn you on to know that the man you fuck often has hurt, broken and killed people?”

You let out a whimper before looking away. “S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to let that out.”

He chuckled. “So you are turned on. Beautiful.”

You looked over at the door when it opened. “Ah! We’re here!”

Levi grabbed you before you could climb out. “Easy, bunny, don’t go hopping away yet. I have to check it it’s safe first.” He slipped out of the car and checked. “Looks good.” He turned and helped you out. “No naughty people about.”

You hummed a laugh as he held you close. “You’re wrong though, there are naughty people about.”

He frowned. “What? Where?”

“Us.”

He chuckled. “You’re cute.” He walked with you up the stairs and inside his club. He shielded you a little from onlookers until he reached the VIP section. “Take a seat and I’ll get you a drink.”

You sat and looked around the club, it was nice deep base music and a bit rock-like. The music was infectious and wonderful to you, you really liked it and just wanted to get up and dance. You watched people dance and move against others, it was such a free and loving club with a lot of safety things put in place. It was admirable how Levi and Erwin worked together to make places that were fun and safe for others.

You squeaked when you felt something cold on your neck. You looked up to see Levi pull the drink away. “Oh, thank you.”

He handed you the glass and sat next to you. “You were in a deep daze, huh?”

“I was just admiring your club.” You hugged your glass with your hands after taking a sip. “Mm, this is perfect.”

“I’m glad.” He reached over and wiped your bottom lip. “It’s called the forbidden fruit.” He tilted his head. “I made you have the forbidden fruit.”

You felt your heart race. “Mm, you did. Does that mean I’m yours for eternity?”

“Yes.”

You downed your drink. “Good.”

He kissed you and purred in delight. “You’re tasty.”

“Thank you.” You placed your glass down. “Wanna dance with me?”

He hummed. “I’m not much of a dancer.”

You held his hands and pulled him with you. “Come on. Just for a little bit.”

Levi pulled you against him and started slow dancing with you. “This is the only kind I know and I’m good at.”

“It’s lovely.”

He smiled and kissed you. “I guess I could try dancing in other ways.”

You squealed in delight as he started dancing with you to the music. You rolled your hips and moved your body to get all of Levi’s attention, you always wanted him to be aroused by you. You purred when he pressed himself against you, moved slowly and just enjoyed his body against yours. You leaned your head back against him as he started touching you and kissing you in all the right places.

Levi pulled you to the seats making you pout. “Don’t sulk. I sensed through the blood bond that you needed a drink.”

You hummed. “Could I have a cocktail?”

“Water would be better.”

You whined. “Levi.”

He chuckled. “Okay, okay.” He ordered another cocktail and gave it to you. “Drink this one slowly, okay?”

“Okay.” You smiled and sipped your drink. You wanted to do this for Levi because you knew he worried a lot about you. You understood that it could be hard for him because you are his first and only human girlfriend, so every little thing worried him. “It’s delicious. Thank you.”

He leaned and kissed your cheek. “I’m glad.” He sat with you and pulled you close to him. “Are you having fun?”

“Tones! Thank you.”

He nuzzled your neck before looking up and seeing some vampires and their familiars approach him. “Tch, what?”

You patted Levi’s chest. “Be nice.”

Levi sighed. “How can I help?” He listened lightly at first, but then he listened more intently. “Hmm.” He looked over at you. “I need to deal with this, will you be okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I’ll go to the bathroom anyway.”

“I’ll be back in a bit.”

You sat for a while feeling a little bit bored. You got up and danced, and had another drink before going to the bathroom. You sat on the toilet and felt a bit odd. The club was packed but the bathrooms were empty because most were vampires with no need for these kinds of facilities. You moved to the sink and gazed at yourself for a bit. You released a long sigh and looked down.

As soon as you looked down there was a sharp tiny pain in your neck before the world went black. Your mind was full of Levi and it was like you were dreaming. You slowly woke up, but you felt sick to your stomach and something didn’t feel right inside you. Normally, this warmth inside you let you know you were connected to Levi, but you couldn’t feel him, someone had put a blocker in your body to temporarily stop Levi from feeling you.

You opened your eyes, but it was dark. You shifted and realised what situation you were in. A blindfold was over your eyes preventing you from seeing who had you. Your arms were above your head, wrists connected and clasps locked your wrists in place. It was cold around your wrists, so you suspected it was mental of some kind. Your shoulders were hurting badly, so you tried moving your feet but only the tips of your toes touched what felt like wooden floors.

A shiver ran through you at how cold the room was. You shifted again and felt the movement of fabric against your body making something very clear to you. You were not in your night-out dress, someone had changed you into a short silken dress. The cold began to consume you, mainly because the fear was strong. You wanted Levi to save you, but you knew very well that with your connection to him temporarily blocked, there was no way you could reach him. You had to wait out whatever this person had done to you. As soon as you had a connection to Levi, you would call for him.

The problem was, that you didn’t know how long this suppressant would last.

You tried to get comfortable but every time you moved something hurt inside you, or your wrists got cut up. You whimpered a little as you shifted a bit. Something shot through you like your instincts were screaming at you. Something was in the same room as you. You looked around as you panted and panicked a bit. Your heart raced, but you knew you needed to calm yourself because whoever had kidnapped you was likely a vampire and having your heart race was music to their ears.

You turned your head, your ears straining a little. “Whoever you are, please, let me go. I don’t know what your intention is with me. I don’t know what you’re planning, but I have someone I deeply care about and he’ll be missing me so much.”

The person in the room moved a little as if they were thinking. It was only a moment they considered your words before they started approaching you.

You pulled back from them, but it was useless. “Please.”

They lightly and affectionately touched your tear-stained cheek, this person had to be a stalker of sorts who was deeply delusional about you.

You felt repulsed when they started caressing your body as if they longed for it, but they avoided your intimate areas. “Don’t.”

Their hand stilled a moment at your protest, they considered their actions and really questioned themselves. They snarled in anger before opening their mouth and chomping down roughly on your shoulder.

You screamed out in pain at the sudden bite. Your whole body rejected this vampire, it screamed for the pain to end but they wouldn’t. You panted as they pulled from your shoulder. “Stop.” You screamed as they bit down on your back. “No!” Your body shook as they started biting every inch of your body that was soft and plump. “Stop it!”

They roughly moved your body so your front was facing them. Once you faced them they began biting you all over again.

You thrashed and moved under their touch but no matter what you did you couldn’t escape them. The heat of your blood trickling from your wounds soon turned cold. The coldness you felt was going down to your bones. You were getting weaker, tired and sick.

After your screams and protests stopped, the person stopped biting you and pulled back. Enraged and confused about being rejected by your body, they started smashing the room up around you. They stormed to the door and slammed it shut leaving you alone in the cold room.

You lowered your head and breathed weakly. You fought to stay awake and get some sort of connection to Levi. Your lips felt cracked and your throat sore. As your hope began to fade you saw a light in the darkness. You got sense Levi, it was faint, but it was enough. You weakly clenched your fists and thought of your lover.

You gasped a little. “Le…vi…help.” You shook as you tried to stand. With all your strength you push it into the connection. “Levi. Help me.”

Levi had been panicking about you the whole time. He’d ripped the club apart trying to find you. He interrogated all his friends, but there was no trace of you. Until he felt your weak pleas. Levi connected to you and pushed his power into it and felt pain, deep searing pain and your heart was just about beating.

He snarled and rushed towards where he felt you and arrived at a home on the outskirts of the city. He glared at the wooden cabin as if it was a beast. The door exploded to pieces from the impact of Levi’s boot against it. He screamed your name but heard no reply. He raced around the home until he found you in what was an upstairs bedroom.

Levi’s heart shattered when he saw you strung up by your wrists by chains. Your body was covered in bites and blood had poured out of them. Someone has shoved you into a silken night dress as if it were some sick romantic gesture. He could see the sweat and dirt on your skin. He listened to the link with you as it slowly got stronger, you’d only been fed upon and lightly touched as if this person was trying to hold you close like a lover would.

Levi moved to you and ripped the chains out of the ceiling. He caught your falling body, carefully took you out of the room and lay you on the sofa in the living room. He called Erwin immediately, letting him know where he was so he could get back up. He pulled the cuffs off your wrists to see what were once delicate and kissable wrists were now raw bloodied messes.

Erwin skidded to a stop with Mike at his side. “Levi! You got her?”

Mike sniffed the air. “Doesn’t smell good.”

Levi looked at his friends with pleading eyes. “What do I do?”

Erwin moved closer and looked at you. “Do not give her your blood. She’s lost too much of hers, so if you fed her yours she would turn into a vampire. You don’t want this to be the moment she embraces eternity.”

Levi scooped you up. “Hospital. I need a hospital, now. Where’s the best place for victims of vampires?”

Mike jogged ahead. “Follow me.” He sprinted ahead and stopped at the hospital. “Here. And Levi? Someone used a suppressant on her. They blocked your connection.”

Erwin snarled. “I hate to say this, but this could have been the test run.”

Levi hugged you close. “I think so too.” He looked down at you. “I won’t let anyone else have you or hurt you.”

Levi petted your head as you slept soundly. You’d been in the hospital for a week now and you were getting blood, as well as some medicine. You had woken up and spent the whole time awake clinging to Levi telling him it’s not his fault and you love him. There was comfort in your words, but when you passed out from exhaustion he was left with his cruel thoughts and feelings.

“Levi? Son?”

He cast his exhausted eyes up at his mother and father. “Yes?”

Kuchel moved closer and touched under Levi’s eyes. “You haven’t been feeding.”

“I just…after what happened to her…”

She sat on the bed and held his hands. “You aren’t the problem, okay? Another vampire was. You shouldn’t starve yourself as punishment.”

“Mm…but…”

She softly said your name as she remembered having tea with you recently. “I adore her and she’s a sweet and good girl. She would be sad if you didn’t look after yourself.”

Sebastian ruffled his son’s hair. “As someone who has been through this exact thing, trust me when I say this. She will not fear you. You are not the creator of her pain. All you need to do is be a bit more gentle and communicate. Plus, if she truly hated and feared you, she wouldn’t cling to you as much as she has done.” He looked over at you and smiled. “She finds comfort in you like I found comfort in your mother.”

Levi let out a long sigh. “You’re both right.”

“Have some blood, okay? You need to feed.” He opened the heating bag Kuchel brought in and handed Levi a bottle. “Do it for her.”

Levi flinched when he saw a weak pale hand grab the bottle. He looked down to see you sit up carefully. Tears filled his eyes as he gazed at you. “Bunny.”

You hummed as you tried opening the top. “Ah, so weak.” You laughed a little. “It’s weird feeling this weak.”

Sebastian smiled. “I could open it.”

You smiled at him. “Thanks, but I want to give it a go.” You gritted your teeth and tried again. You gasped in delight when the lid came off. “I did it.” You offered it to Levi. “Drink, please.”

Levi took the bottle before kissing you. “I will.”

You smiled and rubbed his arm. “Thank you.”

He chugged the whole bottle before handing it over. “Thanks.”

“You should have more.”

Levi looked at you. “More?”

You nodded. “I need a big strong husband to protect me.” You pocked his cheek. “You’re that, right?”

His eyes widened before looking at his mother. “More please!”

Kuchel giggled. “So, whenever we need you to do something we’ll ask Bunny to tell you.”

You reached for Sebastian. “Could you help me?”

Sebastian helped you off the bed and pulled you close. “Where are we going?”

You hummed. “I just need guidance to the bathroom.”

Levi gasped after drinking another. “I wanna help.”

“Levi, keep drinking the blood. Do it for me?”

He nodded and dragged the bag closer. “I’ll drink all.”

Sebastian slowly led you to the bathroom. “How are you?” He softly whispered. “How are you really?”

You nibbled your lip. “Mm. I’m okay…I just…I am worried about Levi. I know he’ll blame himself for this all, but it’s not his fault at all. Someone became obsessed with me. I won’t blame myself either. The only person to blame for this is the one who hurt me.” You sighed. “I’m frustrated at how weak I am.” You sat down a moment. “Did you feel like this? I know you were held for a bit longer than me, but I just…”

Sebastian knelt in front of you and wiped your tears. “Yes. I felt incredibly frustrated that I was weak and not like how I was. I hated that even though I was strong in my mind and didn’t want to let myself be a victim, but being so physically weak just…it made me angry.” He pinched your cheek. “Don’t let the anger win too much, okay? Direct your anger to the person who did wrong not those around you. You don’t want to say something you’ll regret to someone you love.”

“I promise.”

He rose to his feet. “You can reach out to me whenever you need to, okay?”

“I appreciate it. You know, talking to me allows me to see where Levi got his big heart from.”

“He’s a good lad.” He walked to the door. “I’ll get Levi to take you back to bed.”

“Thanks.” You waited for him to leave before going to the toilet. You cleaned up a bit but felt weak as you shuffled around. You slipped a bit and fell to your knees. “Damn it.” You looked up as Levi threw the door open. “Hey.”

He knelt next to you and checked you over. “Are you okay?”

“I just got a bit weak.”

He hugged you. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He released a long sigh. “I wish I could heal you with my blood, but doctors say it could turn you.”

You lightly caressed Levi’s cheek. “You’re so handsome.”

He blushed a bit. “Thank you.”

“Could you help me shower?”

He nodded before scooping you up and sitting you on a chair. “It’s just you and me now. My parents have gone and they send their love.”

You hummed a laugh as Levi checked the water. “All my love back to them.”

Levi started undressing you and paused a moment when you were naked. His heart dropped at seeing all the bites and bruises. “Oh…bunny…”

You caressed Levi’s cheek. “It’s okay.”

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You gulped hard. “You know, I worry.”

He lifted you. “Worry?” He sat you on the shower seat. “What troubles you?”

You rubbed your tears. “I’m not as plump as I was because I’ve been sick, plus I’m covered in marks. I just…I worry you won’t look at me the same way again or that you won’t love me as deeply as you did.”

He hugged you tightly. “Oh, bunny. I love you so much. I will never stop loving you, okay? You are incredibly beautiful.” He adjusted you and smiled. “I still want to ravage you just as much as I did before you were here in the hospital. I’ll try my best not to give you sad puppy looks.”

You smiled softly. “You’re so cute. Thank you.” You kissed him. “I love you so much. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I’m the same.” His eyes darkened. “When I get my hands on that person who did this.”

You shivered as Levi snarled. “That’s a very hot look.”

Levi chuckled and sat you on the shower seat. “Only for you, my darling bunny.” He pulled his clothes off and got into the shower with you. He knelt and began cleaning you. “You have a poorly paw. I’ll make sure it’s all fixed.”

“Thank you. You know, this is a dream for you. You get to be my nurse.”

Levi’s eyes sparkled. “You’re right! I like this.” He kissed you. “You better do as you’re told.”

You giggled. “Promise, but I might tease you a bit.”

“Bratty bunny, huh?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He chuckled and finished cleaning you. “There, that’s everything.” He picked you up and sat you down again. “Okay, I’ll dry us off.” He wrapped a towel around his waist before drying you and being as careful as possible. “We’ll be out of here soon, okay? When we get out I’ll take care of you at home.”

You sighed. “I wanna go now.”

“I know, but you need more blood.”

You rubbed your eyes. “I’m tired.”

Levi helped you change before picking you up. “I’ve got you.”

You sniffed and whined. “Levi.”

He chuckled. “You tired and hungry?”

“Mm.”

He squeezed you before tucking you into bed. “I’ll get you something to eat. I’ll be back.”

You watched as Levi disappeared in a blur. You gripped your sheets and fought your exhaustion. “Mm.” You smiled when your doctor entered. “Hello.”

She smiled at you. “Hello again, how are we feeling?”

“Better, but really tired.”

“That’s expected, you were put through a lot. You were on the verge of very concerning blood loss.” He walked to your meds and swapped everything. “Okay, here are some more meds for you and blood. This should give you a boost. We’ve recovered and got your body back up to an acceptable speed, now it is time to start healing and getting stronger.” She picked up your board and noted a few things. “I’m happy with your progress, but I still want to keep an eye on you.”

You let out a long sigh. “Sure.”

Levi appeared with a bag. “I have food!” He paused when he saw the doctor. “Is she?”

The doctor nodded. “She’s good. I’m very happy with the results. I just want to keep an eye on her for a bit longer. That substance used on her is very new.”

“Traceable?”

“Yes.”

Levi clenched the bag. “Good.” He walked over to you and smiled. “You ready for food? Once you’ve eaten you need to sleep.” He turned to the doctor as you ate. “So, having a substance used on her is keeping her here?”

The doctor folded her arms as she frowned. “This is the first time we’ve encountered it, so we don’t fully know what it could do to her. So, we just want to make sure that it was just a temporary thing and that there is no lasting damage. Which brings me to an important question. Could you come with me for testing?”

Levi looked over at you. “After she sleeps.”

“Of course.”

“Why do you need me?”

“I need to test your blood bond.”

He hummed. “I feel strongly connected to her, but sure. You just want to be sure, right?”

She nodded. “Yes. I like you both. You do a lot for this city and she’s so sweet and charitable with her online presence. I want to help as much as possible.”

Levi smiled. “Thank you. I’ll meet you later.” He walked over to you and sat on the bed. “All good.”

You grinned at him. “Yes, thank you. I love junk food.”

He cleaned your face a little. “I’m glad. Now, my lovely bunny, I need to go see the doctor when you go to sleep. So, if you wake up early and I’m not there you know where I am.”

“Sure. Thank you for telling me. I’ll be okay, so don’t worry.”

He kissed your cheek. “Good girl.”

[leahsgf]

hello!! may i request a dating lottie matthews headcanons list? whenever you have the time!!🫶🩷

dating pre crash lottie matthews

pairings. pre!crash medicated lottie x reader

sorry i took some time away from writing! i’ll be working through requests again now, please bare with me!

also thank you so much for this req! i’m obsessed with all elements of lottie’s character we’ve seen so far - if anyone wants post!crash, adult lottie, or some nsfw headcanons let me know! will be more than happy to write anything you guys think of.

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lottie is just a ray of sunshine and her whole world just completely revolves around you.

her love language is gift giving, and her absolute favourite thing is to spoil you rotten and shower you in love and affection constantly.

making the most of her parents being away on trips and staying over pretty much every night.

she doesn’t get jealous easily as she trusts you, but she is incredibly protective over you. it’s everyone else she doesn’t trust, and the last thing she’d ever want is for you to be hurt. she would go to any length to prevent that from happening.

you officially own the title of passenger princess. even if you can drive, or something is in walking distance, she will drive you. she insists on it.

getting caught so much together in the locker room that there’s a ban put in place for being in there at the same time unless a game is on. it doesn’t stop you whatsoever.

she full on belly laughs at all of your so unfunny that they’re funny jokes. she loves to see you smile, she’d do anything to see it.

“your smile brings me so much joy i can’t even begin to explain”

one thing that will have her on her knees is you in her clothes. if she thought before that she couldn’t be any more obsessed with you, oh she was so wrong. you once put on her jersey by mistake and when i tell you you did not leave the house for three days.

you love to play with her hair or have her play with yours. you have to choose your moments wisely when you play with hers however as it sends her to sleep as if it’s on queue.

her being so clingy with you, you could literally be on your phone and have your attention redirected for ten minutes tops, and she’ll be dragging you onto her lap, a pout spread across her lips, before peppering kisses along your jaw to bring your attention back to her.

(it was never not on her)

no matter how long you’d been together, she still made you so ridiculously nervous, butterflies swarming inside of you whenever she did as little as blinking in your direction. she finds it unbelievably adorable and uses it to her advantage - teasing you at any given opportunity.

you both love baking together but are collectively horrible in the kitchen. the entire team has had to face the aftermath of your many attempts multiple times. jackie still can’t enjoy cupcakes the same.

the pair of you never shying away from your struggles or hiding them. you are eachother’s biggest supporters and will love one another unconditionally, through everything life may throw at you.

despite going on many, many extravagant dates together, to the most high end restaurants imaginable, the time treasured most together are the quiet, intimate moments that you share.

reading together late at night whilst tucked up in bed. your fingers gently trailing through her hair, silently listening as she reads to you, voice hushed and full of impending sleep.

walking together. your fingers intertwined constantly and your shoulders brushing ever so slightly as you walk, the need for words never once felt - a simple look or tiny change in body language being conversation enough. her thumb caressing your hand lightly to ease the slightest twinge of anxiousness when she knew you needed it.

stargazing together! it had always been something that had fascinated you and therefore, lottie made it her life mission to learn every fact known to mankind about it, to reel off to you in soft whispers as your head lays on her chest, feeling her heartbeat.

sleeping and waking up together, the hushed breaths and feather light touches, and the tracing of features when one of you were awake before the other. unconsciously curling into each other and being interwoven together, because even when asleep,

you are both so in love.

oh and lottie in bed? if you started talking about that you don’t think you’d ever stop.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can I request Yandere Platonic Two-Face, Harvey Dent and Batman/Bruce Wayne with Kanao Reader? (Harvey and Two-Face are split personalities, Harvey the Lawyer who wants to do right and Two-Face a violent mob boss to his enemies but gentle to those he loves, ex: His wife and his daughter, Reader)

Awhile before Harvey became Two-Face he discovers a young girl who can’t make any decisions for herself unless she’s told to (So he came to adopt her and gifts her one of his coins to help her make some decisions for herself if she’s unsure about what to do) and discovers Reader makes his darker personality much more tame (As they both have a kindred relationship when it comes to making decisions using a coin) unless she’s harmed or targeted in any way

However after he became Two-Face, Bruce Wayne takes Reader in to raise her (As a way to keep her safe until he can find a way to help Harvey come back) only to discover she has incredible fighting abilities and takes her in as another sidekick of his under his wing (She wears her Demon Slayer Uniform but has a mask to hide her identity)

Bruce has hope he can help Harvey after Reader shows she’s learning to make decisions without her coin as her crutch (Thanks to Robin)

-Harvey Dent remembered the day he found you, a little girl, lost in the dirty streets of Gotham, you were filthy, bruised, and emotionally numb from the abuse you had to deal with from your father, before he threw you out into the cold to survive on your own.

-You couldn’t have been more than six, but Harvey was never sure, because you were so malnourished and frail looking.

-He took you home, originally with the intent of cleaning you up and taking you to the police, but once he saw how emotionally fragile you were, he felt a tugging in his heart, one that led to him adopted you.

-The healing process took a long time, he cleaned you, tending to your wounds, and gave you plenty of food, all while treating you so gently, being a real father to you.

-Harvey discovered, later on, that you never seemed able to make decisions for yourself, you could never choose between things, be it movies or food.

-The day he gifted you a large silver coin was a turning point in your life, teaching you how to flip it, and telling you to make your decisions by flipping a coin.

-It was a slow process at first, but you were learning and Harvey was patient, and so was his wife, your adoptive mother, who nearly went feral after seeing the state you were in when Harvey first brought you home.

-You were showered with love with your new family, but when Harvey had his ‘accident’, becoming Two-Face, things changed.

-It was like he had two personalities, the gentle, loving father you’ve come to know and love over the years, and the other was a cruel mob boss who wouldn’t hesitate to kill another, usually using his coin to decide one’s fate.

-However, to you and your mother, Two-Face was soft around, being much like Harvey, but different, a different person, he was still gruff, but he would still always treat you with such gently kindness that you didn’t really care that your father was now two different people.

-Two-Face was only soft for you and your mother, you two were his weakness, and he protected those weaknesses fiercely, your home was always guarded, whenever you went out you had armed bodyguards who treated you like the princess you were, as they know if anything happened to you, it would be their heads.

-The only time he wasn’t soft around you is if you were threatened or hurt, then he was no holds bars until the threat had been taken care of, then he would turn back into a giant teddy bear, doting on and comforting you.

-Batman noticed the slight change in Two-Face, seeing that he wasn’t being as brutal as he normally would be, it made the crime fighter curious as to why the change.

-He investigated and couldn’t believe his eyes when he found Two-Face with a child, a young teenager, holding onto your hand on his Harvey side, out shopping together.

-He had no idea that Harvey had a child, but after a bit more digging, Batman figured out that you weren’t his biological child, as you looked nothing like him.

-Batman was concerned, after tailing you for a while, seeing how emotionally numb you were, but he knew Harvey and Two-Face had nothing to do with it, as he had seen his enemy treating you so carefully, so gently.

-Not willing to risk your safety, knowing how volatile Harvey could be, switching back and forth between personalities in only moments, Batman whisked you away so you could be safe until he brought Harvey back.

-You weren’t really sure what to make of this weird, masked man, he said he took you from Harvey, until he could get the help he needed, so you would be safe.

-He said you had something called ‘Stockholm Syndrome’ when you told him that you were already safe with your father, that he was always nice to you and never once, even after becoming Two-Face, did he make you afraid of him.

-Batman didn’t believe you, keeping you at a massive mansion, keeping any and all ways from you trying to reach out to your father, who was currently tearing Gotham apart looking for you.

-After meeting Bruce, Batman’s landlord, or at least that’s what he told you, he found out more about you, that Harvey found you as a child and took you in instead of taking you to the police or the orphanage and he’s raised you since there, almost six years now, and he helped you learn, gave you lots of food, and you became healthy and happy, or as happy as you were able to portray.

-The Bat Fam was a little thrown off by how much of an airhead you were, thinking Batman, Robin, Nightwing, and the others were just tenants of Bruce, who lived with his butler and various adopted children, not putting two and two together.

-Damien was quick to cling to you over the three months you were trapped, teaching you how to make decisions without your coin, it started off small, like chocolate or vanilla ice cream, and while you did appreciate his assistance, you still wanted to go home to your father.

-Bruce was stunned by your skills with a sword, after Damien wanted you to learn how to defend yourself, just in case, you looked so natural with a sword, like it was a missing piece of the puzzle.

-Batman tried to recruit you, but you refused, not wanting to be another one of his sidekicks, not liking the idea because you knew it would lead to you fighting your father and his men, which you refused to do.

-That is, until you realized that this was your chance to get out of the cage that Batman and Bruce put you in, and while not mistreated, you couldn’t leave.

-You felt bad, trying to deceive your new friends, like Robin, who was strangely similar to Damien as far as personalities went, and they all found it hysterical you couldn’t figure it out.

-You went out, wearing a black and white uniform with tall boots, looking similar to a Japanese officer’s uniform rather than a suit like Batman’s, using your sword, and you did have to admit, beating up bad guys was rather fun, as it gave you peace that bad people like this weren’t on the street anymore.

-You made the realization one night that your dad was one of these bad people, and it rocked you to the core, sending you into a near panic attack.

-You didn’t want to believe that he was a bad guy, until you realized that he was doing stuff these other bad guys were doing, sometimes even worse things!

-He was always so nice to you, he never yelled at you and made sure you were safe because he wanted you protected!

-Two-Face’s heart broke when he found you, laying a trap for the Bat Fam, and he immediately recognized you, removing your butterfly mask, and he froze when you recoiled from him in fear for the first time in your life.

-You asked him why did he do bad things, why was he a villain, and he was quick to point the blame to Batman, claiming he tainted you, turning you against him, brainwashing you!!

-You don’t remember the fight, having a breakdown as the two sides tried to attack one another, falling into a dead faint.

-Harvey, seeing you had fainted, took over and rushed to your side, cradling you close as Batman approached with the intent on taking you back and locking him up.

-Batman could see the anguish on Harvey’s side of the face, seeing that he didn’t want to lose you again, before Two-Face took over, “You’ll have my daughter over my dead body!” Batman could see that you were the one thing the two agreed on, that they were going to keep you safe.

-Bruce arranged for your dad to get the help he needed, promising you that once he was deemed sane, you and him could go home together, and Bruce would bring you to see your dad.

-The first visit you had with him you had leapt into his arms, sobbing loudly, showing the first real emotion in basically your whole life, as you felt so guilty for calling your dad a bad guy, but he didn’t blame you, and just held you close.

-It was going to be a healing process together, but Two-Face was willing to do anything to keep you by his side. Anything.

[certified-ni-ki-lover]

Airport Crush

ENHYPEN Ni-ki Oneshot

Summary: After landing at the airport in Japan, you managed to catch hold of someone's eye...

Word count: 796

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You were struggling to pull all your luggage out of the taxi. You had overslept & now you were incredibly late. You couldn’t afford to miss your flight. You had to work overtime at the café you work at & even had to tutor a few extra kids to afford this trip. It’s not that your family was poor, you weren’t rich either, but you were just an average middle-class family. You had come to Seoul to study while your parents were still in your hometown. You wanted to be independent once you moved out, so you never asked them for money unless you really had to.

This trip was just something special you wanted to do for yourself. You found out your favorite band was going to be performing in Japan & you managed to get tickets for it. So you were excited. You had been wanting to see them for a long time & when they were holding concerts here you were in the middle of exam season. So now you had gotten a chance & you didn’t want to miss it.

You paid the driver & rushed inside. The airport was hectic as it was a common time for flights to leave. You quickly checked in & ran to your gate. Luckily you made it just in time. You sat on your seat, panting from all the running around you had done that early morning. You fell asleep as soon as the flight took off.

Once you landed in Japan, you noticed there was a large crowd of people. You tried seeing what was happening but unfortunately, you weren’t blessed with tall genes, so you had to stand on a nearby desk to see what was happening. & you couldn’t believe your eyes at what you saw. It was ENHYPEN. You quickly scanned the crowd for your bias, Ni-ki. You spotted him, he looked insanely handsome. He was wearing a yellow & black leather jacket with a simple white tank top underneath paired with some navy cargo jeans. You were checking him out, still standing on the desk when a security guard started blowing his whistle at you, catching everyone’s attention & yelling at you to get down. You saw Ni-ki was looking over as well. Your cheeks heated up due to the embarrassment of even your bias staring at you at this moment. You quickly got down so the guard could stop yelling at you & walked to someplace else to get a better view.

You managed to get somewhat into the crowd & you could see Ni-ki was looking around like he was looking for someone. You were confused & thought perhaps a member got lost, but all seven of them were there. That’s when his eyes met yours once again. He stared at you for a while, then called over one of their bodyguards & whispered something in his ear. He just nodded & walked away. Ni-ki looked at you for one last time & then started heading to their car. You were sad to see him go but you knew you would get the chance to see him again at the concert in a few days.

You went to the washroom to just freshen up & then headed back out. Once out you saw someone approach you. You recognized him. It was the bodyguard Ni-ki was talking to. He came over to you & spoke “Ma’am I’m one of ENHYPEN’s bodyguards & Ni-ki had requested me to ask for your number” You were shocked but gave it to him. “Thank you, & if you don’t mind, please do keep this interaction private,” he said you nodded & he bowed & walked away.

The whole ride to your hotel you were thinking about the interaction you just had, it felt like a dream to you. Your bias noticing you itself was a big deal but asking for your number? That was every fangirl’s dream.

Once you made it to the hotel, you went to take a shower. When you came out you saw you got a message. It was Ni-ki. It said that he thought you were pretty & he wanted to get to know you more. You squealed like a little girl & replied to him. He asked if you were going to be there at the concert, to which you replied yes. He asked if he could take you out on a date once the concert’s over, & of course, you gladly agreed.    You both ended up texting till almost 2 in the morning & he said he had practice, so he had to go to bed. But you couldn’t. All you could think about how lucky you were & now you couldn’t wait for the concert either.

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[enoughyi]

#3: Vibrator

Redditor's Kinktober, Day 3

Just a few drops of the Draught of Peace, and the so-called 'Hysteria', that tends to exclusively befall muggle women or so they said, would subside.

But the muggle invention for the same solution was a curious machine contraption made in a form resembling a shower head piece piked on a saw handle. The head is spiked but a flat surface overall that goes… On where an illness cloth lies each few days of each month.

Wizarding parlors were quite rabid after it came to their attention such a devillous , if not incredulous, device sparkled into existence. Its copy, stolen from a muggle physician, has been recently brought to the Muggle Realtions department of the Ministry for Magic in London. The clerks soon realised a machine like this could flip the tables if too many people would know about it; of course they though only of the worst of the worse scenarios.

Poppy spoke about the contraption, lacking any spark of enthusiasm in her voice, told of how agitated everyone was at work and how annoying it felt to stay close to feverish people. Magic is everybody's forte in the wizarding world. Why would anyone need this thing? For what? Imelda snorted and asked, wasn't it obvious. Julia, who seemingly was put outside of the conversation, chimed in and said, some potions could benefit from purely mechanical vibrations; simplicity that involved only physics would ensure nothing would get contaminated by residual magic or a spell flare. Poppy remained skeptical, but did notice its intended use was rather an uncalled activity, too harsh for any woman to experience, what would anyone gain from it lest they wanted to feel a tad nauseaus.

Few months have passed and Poppy realised it could come in handy.

Her fingers felt incredibly sore after massaging two clits at once; warming them up in clenched slits didn't help for nearly long enough to keep the wicked, stupid challenge going. Delighted moans were a prise worthy of struggle, but she began to think the girls didn't get enough from her fingers.

And they will get tired from her tongue. They needed… an excitement of sorts. A nasty word said at an embarassing timing. A treat of the lick. A spontaneous kiss. All in moderation, in so strict rations, that the girls should either beg, or behave accordingly to the rules of their own making.

Rule number one. Hold it in.

Rule number two. Have for as much as it's given, struggle away and plead, but Hold. It. In.

Rule number three. Take when given, don't dare to demand for more, unless Poppy decides in either of their favours.

For all she cared—within the game of course—she could leave them bound, secured in compomising positions; silenced perhaps, and anything else done to them just in case they'd like to have the most strangest of sex. And she could give them a nary of care for it, if they wanted it this way. But for them, two very spoiled brats, pestelential women fellen with witching pussy desease, hit in their heads with a God's smack, just them two were not enough.

They wanted an arbiter. An observer. A demiurge to their tantal orgasm. A pussylicker. A girlkisser. A taming hand to a rabid, reddened wet creature.

Poppy felt a little strange refusing them respite.

But it was their idea. And they were keeping silent as to wether they wanted to stop, firmly saying no's to questions prompted.

When Poppy took out her wand, two sets of eyes were locked to it.

The room fell silent.

"I will give you a choice. I can make my tongue sore or I can try and cure your mutual hysteria."

"Yes please," Julia gasped. "But her first."

"Bitchhh! No! Her first!"

"A nobody then, but are you sure?"

They stayed silent for exactly three seconds. Poppy then whirled a weak spell over them, and accidentally caught herself into its action, and felt what they felt.

An ever-enveloping tremour, rising as a tremble on the whole lower abdomen. It brought warmth, and stuck aroused redness on breasts and thighs, bringing muscles within to tension. The girls moaned and huffed; Imelda's pussy contorted, Julia's clenched, and Poppy was left to wonder what that little torture spell—a shy imitation of that muggle device's capability—was able to do if left pressed against the desiring flesh.

A whiff of pleasure dissipated as soon as it hit.

Imelda announced it was too overwhelming, too good, and too wet.

Julia said, "You're ducking off! You lost. Ha!"

"Says the wet sheets princess? I saw your clench. I'd loose a finger if it was I to stung you!"

"What!"

"Owe a defeat, or be sore losers all you like, I'll just put the bigger loser on the leash," Poppy cut them short. She sensed, her words have caused a rush of arousal in the girls, which they didn't bother to hide at all as they tried to arch their likely aching back towards Poppy; their orgasm was less than satisfying, she wagered. "Granted, I ruined my skirt, too. Let me get you both out of your silly misery, we need to bathe."

[sl-walker]

Preview...

...from the next chapter of Stardust, which will go out at some point after I finish it. Until then, please enjoy this opener to an already wildly self-indulgent chapter.

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“I maintain that this would be easier in a pool,” Ted said, though given his tone, he was kvetching to kvetch -- his term -- and was perfectly content with where they were.

Booster had never been in any body of water larger than a hot tub or a cold water post-game bath before, so obviously he’d wanted to jump into Lake Michigan.  It was upwards of 90 out and it wasn’t the dry heat of El Paso; this heat clung to the body, making clothes stick in wildly uncomfortable ways and in insanely uncomfortable places, and so naturally he wanted to wear as little as possible and the best place to get away with wearing very little was the beach.  The incredible amount of blue and water was just a bonus.

And that wasn’t even taking into account a Ted wearing nothing but swim goggles and trunks.  Which meant this could well be either Booster’s very personal heaven or his very personal hell.  Unless there was a weird personal purgatory where you were being tortured with the appealing sight of the unaware object of your affections?

Hell if he knew.  There was a reason he body-swerved religion like it was a wharf rat hissing from the storm drain.

He'd thought about going out to some of the Long Island beaches before, maybe as an afternoon trip, but the ocean intimidated him every bit as much as he was fascinated by it.  By his time, the oceans were very barren; mostly, they existed as giant vats to grow specialized algae, which in turn became the building blocks of most food sources.  Storms could rage, but the vast bumpers and floats and dividers kept the surface anywhere near shore fairly smooth; to let it get wild would be to risk starving some large portion of the roughly two billion people inhabiting Earth at any given time.

In this time, waves roared ashore and smashed against rocks and the first time he’d stood on an unsheltered walk next to an unfettered ocean had left him so awed that he didn’t even remember the walk back to the motel.  His face was windburned and he was cold enough that he took the warmest shower he could coax out of the motel’s hot-water heaters, and then sat shivering wrapped in the cheap blankets after.

But even as he did, he was still reliving the reverberation of water pounding the shore, a low and bone-shaking boom that felt like it changed the very rhythm of his heart right through the soles of his shoes.  He was still tasting salt, flecks of seawater spray flung by the wind, long after it had to have been impossible to.

Lake Michigan was cheerful by comparison to that; the waves were nonexistent today, and given the rental Ted had chosen, the largely private beach was likewise quiet.  Down the way, one of the various public beaches that lined the North Shore was busier -- Jaime, Brenda and Paco had abandoned them to go investigate the more social scene, in fact -- but there had been no talk of Booster and Ted going with.

If one was going to half-ass some swimming lessons, then it couldn’t be a better day for it, or a better location.  And, ulterior motives about getting to see the man in trunks aside, Booster wouldn’t have wanted them from anyone but Ted anyway.

Booster shrugged, drawing his hands through the water in a wide arc around himself, feeling the resistance against his palms. “Easier, sure, but way less pretty,” he said, as he pretended with award-winning composure that he was referring to the lake and not his oblivious instructor.  Though the lake was also pretty.

“Yeah, but with a pool you can practice kicking by holding onto the side.  For an example.”  Ted looked around; he had so much sunscreen on his face and shoulders that there was a glaze of it left on his skin.  Not enough to hide the birthmark on the back of one shoulder.  He smelled like artificial coconut, which was definitely not Booster’s favorite scent, and Booster still would have happily buried his face in Ted’s neck for a snootful.  “I mean, out here all you have to hold onto is me,” Ted added.

Booster stared at him for a second or two, then swallowed down a groan and just let himself slide below the surface because it was that or die right there.

He was laying sort-of on the floor of Lake Michigan in a speedo and goggles and the guy he was absolutely head over heels for was mostly naked and this was the single worst idea he’d ever had in his life.

But, he had to allow as he stared up through the water at the distorted image of his best friend looking down at him in what was undoubtedly a bemused fashion, there were definitely worse ways to go.

[arliedraws]

better in the morning (**bonus chapter!!**)

Okay, so the other day, I took an edible and started writing a follow-up to the sad and horny "harry travels back in time to 1981 and tries to keep sirius from going after peter" fic. It's domestic and fluffy as hell, it takes place in New England (which I have no business pretending I know at all), and there's no smut. Also, I resorted to giving the Little Harry a nickname (which I don't love doing) because having two characters with the same name is...difficult to navigate. Anyway, enjoy Harry's gay (bi) panic.

Sirius brought his lips to a bead of water that rested at the soft spot below Harry’s ear, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. Harry stiffened. 

“Are you sleeping here tonight?” Sirius asked. Harry shivered against the warmth of his breath against his ear. 

“No.”

“I think you should.” Harry made to get up, but Sirius tightened his arms. “No, stay here. I want to fuck you. It’s been too long.”

“Sirius—we can’t. What if Harry’s still awake?”

“So? We’ll put a charm on the door like always.”

Harry huffed. “I don’t want him to think we’re—you know—”

Sirius couldn’t help it. He laughed loudly, startling Harry. Harry growled and told Sirius to shut up, but that only made him laugh harder. He pressed his face against Harry’s neck to stifle his guffaws. 

“It’s not funny, Sirius.”

“No, of course it’s not funny, but don’t you think he’s already guessed?”

“Guessed what?”

“Harry…” Sirius chastised as his chuckling subsided. “How much longer would you like to pretend this is something other than what it is? It’s been almost a decade.”

“A decade of what?”

Sirius let Harry turn his wide, green eyes to him as if he were truly confused. While not stupid by any means, Harry was incredibly obtuse about many things. For one, Harry was convinced that what they did together in bed (or in the shower or the kitchen when the kid wasn’t home) was simply a thing people did when they had a hankering for sex; he seemed to think that the comfort they offered each other was only that, and beyond their physical intimacy, they were something like brothers. Sirius couldn’t deny it hurt, but he was also certain that Harry loved him the way Sirius wanted him to, only that he had no way to articulate it. But it was best not to address it now—not unless he was prepared to fight about it.

AO3

[cuddlepilefics]

SKZ Season Greetings - 3

First Snow

Considering how contagious this cold seemed to be if it could take out so many people in such a short time, Chan made sure the members all wore masks when they returned to check on their sick friends. He doubted the masks would actually keep them from falling ill but it was worth a try despite the congestion already having settled at the back of his sinuses. Minho too had been clearing his throat a lot during the last hour of their adjusted schedule, so Chan didn't have much hope for the group to stay healthy. There was simply no way their immune systems were in any shape to fight off infections with how overworked and rundown they all were. "I really hope Innie finally managed to get some sleep", Minho mumbled, running a hand through his hair. He had been the one to stay up with Jeongin for most of the previous night but no matter how tired he was, the image of their maknae crying because he just wanted to sleep but felt too awful to kept haunting him. Giving the dancer a reassuring smile, Chan hummed: "I'm sure him and Changbin are resting well. Don't worry too much." It was hard not to worry though and Chan wasn't as sure as he wanted the dancer to believe, yet there was nothing they could do but wait till they got home.

Making sure his mask was properly covering the lower half of his face, Minho unlocked the door to his dorm and let the members in. They had contemplated to split up the dorms differently to avoid contagion but the only two members who hadn't been overly exposed yet were Hyunjin and Felix, so they decided to just cross their fingers and hope for the best. At least, some of the stress eased when they found both Changbin and Jeongin asleep on the couch, so they took turns showering. Hyunjin and Jisung went back to their dorm to shower and promised they'd take a trip to the store to stock up on sick supplies in case their friends' cold would spread. Jisung had been incredibly quiet all day, which Chan wasn't too concerned about. Frequently having their schedule overthrown and rearranged at the last minute put all of them on edge, so it was no wonder that the rapper had started to withdraw. Minho had gone straight to the kitchen, smiling when he realized there was soup on the stove. He hoped their friends had actually eaten something but he doubted it since the pot was almost filled to the brim.

When Chan joined Minho in the kitchen, he found the dancer staring intently at a spot on the wall, clearing his throat. Minho was tightly gripping a glass of water as he tried to rid himself of the irritation in his throat. "You good?", Chan asked softly after Minho sipped some of the water. The dancer nodded, his voice slightly scratchy when he replied: "Yeah, dunno why my throat's so dry all of a sudden." – "Well, you spent a lot of time with Innie last night. Wouldn't be surprised if you were coming down with the same thing", Chan hummed, giving the other a long look to determine if he looked unwell at all. Shrugging, Minho reminded: "So did Seungmin in the late afternoon and you and Jisung spent a lot of time with Changbin. Are you feeling alright?" – "Honestly?", the leader whispered, avoiding his dongsaeng's eyes, "I don't know. My head and sinuses hurt and I feel pretty rundown. The latter could just be our busy schedules but.... It might all just be me imagining things because I know how likely it is that we caught it, so unless I start running a fever I will convince myself it's all just in my head." – "I get what you mean", Minho sighed, finishing the rest of his water, "Guess all of us will have to take it easy for the time being and try not to freak out too much."

To keep himself from freaking out and reading into the sensations within his body too much, Minho busied himself with making dinner. Cooking was a little like therapy to him and now that he had some time on his hands, it was easy to lose himself in the task. A hearty meal would surely cheer his anxious dongsaengs up, besides, their bodies could all use the nutrients to hopefully stay healthy. Felix had joined him at some point after taking a shower, not wanting to stay alone and grateful that his hyung allowed him to help. Seungmin had showered too at this point and was in his room, while Chan had set up his laptop at the dining table to get some more work done. Minho's head shot up when he heard a door being shut with more force than would've been necessary. Glancing towards the living room, he saw Jeongin alone and luckily still asleep. No sooner than the bathroom door was shut behind him, Changbin broke into a painful cough. Yeah, no wonder the maknae's ribs felt sore if he's been coughing like this all night.

"I'll go check on him", Chan sighed worriedly, fetching the rapper a glass of water before making his way to the bathroom. The leader's heart ached when he saw the tears in his friend's eyes. Setting down the glass on the sink, Chan patted Changbin's back and hummed: "That doesn't sound good." – "Innie's worse", the younger choked out, wiping his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. He gratefully accepted a drink and after clearing his throat a few times, he was able to stop coughing. "How have you been? Did you read my text?", Chan asked quietly as he took a seat on the edge of the tub. Washing his hands, Changbin splashed some cold water on his fever-flushed face before taking a seat on the closed toilet lid. Holding his head in his hands, the rapper admitted: "Didn't know you texted me. Slept for most of the day after we turned on a movie. The coughing only really started now and I finally get what Innie meant when he told me his ribs ached. Gosh, that was exhausting."

After Chan had updated Changbin on their situation, he walked the rapper back to the living room, smiling when Jeongin woke up for a moment and reached out his arms. Slipping under the blanket, Changbin pulled the maknae into a hug and looked at Chan expectantly when the oldest felt their dongsaeng's forehead. Chan's grimace was enough for Changbin to know that Jeongin was still incredibly feverish and the blankets probably weren't helping with that but he had been so cold earlier.

Felix and Seungmin had already started to lay the table, while Minho finished up preparing dinner, glancing at the clock. A smile spread on his lips when the front door opened and Hyunjin and Jisung shuffled into the dorm. Kicking off their shoes, they shook the snow out of their hair before setting their shopping bags down. "Woah, it's snowing?!", Felix gasped, dashing over to the window to take a look outside. Blowing into his frozen hands to warm them up, Jisung smiled: "Yeah, it just started while we were on our way back. Got cold quickly after the sun went down." – "Go wash your hands, so we can get a hot meal into you", Minho instructed as he saw his dongsaengs shiver, "We can unpack those bags later."

Jeongin had woken up from the commotion and sleepily sat up, rubbing his face into the blanket. "Hey there", Changbin whispered, tightening his arms around the maknae, "You feeling a little better after your nap?" The younger only shrugged, looking around the dorm and realizing their friends were back. While Minho went to check on Jeongin, Chan and Seungmin plated the food and already started to serve it. That was also when Chan realized that they wouldn't have had to put on masks because they'd have to remove them for their meal anyway. Suppressing a sigh, Chan accepted that there wasn't much they could do and that he'd only be able to deny the increasing headache for so long.

Though Changbin and Jeongin loved Minho's cooking, they decided to have some of the soup Changbin had made earlier as their throats felt too swollen to swallow anything solid. At that point, Jisung softly spoke up, awkwardly requesting: "Could I have some of that soup too?" – "Are you okay, Hannie?", Minho frowned worriedly as the younger stared down at his hands. Not daring to look up, the rapper nodded and whispered: "My throat's just been a little irritated all day and I'm not really hungry anyway, so...." – "Hang on", Chan frowned as he got up to grab the other a bowl, "Is that why you've been so quiet today?" – "Yeah, talking hurts a bit, so I tried to keep it down", Jisung mumbled, picking at his nails. Placing a bowl of soup in front of the rapper, Chan smiled sadly: "You could've told us you weren't feeling well, you know." – "I thought my mind was making it up and it wasn't too bad", the younger breathed, "It only really started to hurt when I breathed the cold air on our way back." Gently, ruffling Jisung's hair, Chan went back to his seat and instructed. "Go to bed early, yeah? It'll be a quiet evening anyway, so try resting before you start feeling worse."

Changbin had taken Jisung along to watch a movie with him and Jeongin after they had confirmed that he was running a fever too. When the others had cleared the table, Minho caught Chan swallowing a pill and raised his eyebrow at the leader. "The headache's only getting worse", the oldest admitted, finishing the rest of his drink. Biting his lip, Minho hummed: "You said unless you develop a fever you'll convince yourself it's nothing. I think now would be a good time to take your temperature because I don't like that glassy look in your eyes. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if you caught it too. You don't look good." He didn't want to remind the Aussie that he probably had the worst immune system out of all of them from how much he often overworked himself and he didn't have to. Closing his eyes, Chan rested his forehead against the kitchen cabinet and sighed: "I guess. What about you? Your voice sounds hoarse." – "Throat's a little irritated but that's about it for now", Minho shrugged, giving his only hyung a crooked smile, "Go take your temperature and get some rest. We'll be fine. Even if all of us catch it, which is not all that unlikely, we'll be fine. Don't think too much." The older nodded before composing himself to go and take his temperature.

As Chan stared at the reading on the thermometer, there was no denying it any longer. Hyunjin and Felix were unloading the shopping bags onto the dining table when the leader returned, a frown etched on his face. "What's wrong, hyung? You look frustrated", Hyunjin asked with a small pout. Biting his lip, Chan sighed. "I am frustrated. Frustrated because I'm sick." – "Aww, no", Felix hummed sympathetically, "Maybe you wanna go join the rest of our sickies. I think they're about to start a movie and you usually like Disney movies." The leader visibly perked up at that and padded over to the living room. Having overheard their conversation, Jisung already poured his hyung a cup of tea and patted the spot next to him, ready to share his blanket with the older.

Hyunjin just finished up restocking the medicine cabinet in the bathroom when Seungmin joined him, a bundle of laundry under his arm. He had gathered Jeongin's sweaty bedsheets and started a wash load while Minho put fresh sheets on Jeongin's bed. The dancer also used the opportunity to slip into his own room and change his clothes. He had started to feel a little cold, especially after watching half of the group cuddle up together under multiple blankets. Glancing out the window and watching the tiny snowflakes drift to the ground, Minho decided it was time to wear his Christmas sweater. Despite their circumstances, he smiled a little as he made his way back to the common area.

Hyunjin and Felix had put everything away and were discussing Christmas decorations when Minho joined them in the kitchen. Stirring a large pot of hot chocolate, Felix turned to the older and asked: "If we'll all be out off work, which doesn't seem so unlikely with how many are sick already, do you think we could decorate the dorm this year, hyung? We've been too busy last year but I'd love the holiday aesthetic. If it bothers anyone, I can limit decorations to only my room but I think it'd be a lot more fun if we did the whole dorm." – "I don't mind if you want to decorate the rest of the dorm too", Minho shrugged pulling up a chair, so he could sit down while he watched his dongsaengs. "Neither do I", Seungmin piped in, returning from the bathroom, "And I highly doubt Innie does. If he wasn't feeling so bad, he'd probably insist on helping you decorate." – "Maybe wait till tomorrow though", Minho hummed and pulled his legs up to his chest, his voice a little scratchy, "I think Jisung's already asleep and it won't take long till Chan's out too, so we should let them sleep and I think decorating is more fun if you listen to the right music." Felix could only agree, thinking back to the Christmas playlist he had compiled over the past few weeks.

With Hyunjin's help, the Aussie started to transfer the hot chocolate into cups. Hyunjin walked off to bring Chan, Changbin and Jeongin theirs so their leader wouldn't miss out due to being asleep like Jisung. Minho gratefully wrapped his hands around the warm cup when Felix handed it to him, the warmth making him sleepy in his seat. He really wanted to join his friends for some cuddles and he doubted he had anything to lose because he already felt like he was coming down with something but as long as he wasn't confirmed sick, he should be a good role model and not 'risk it' on purpose. Thanking Felix for the drink, Minho retreated to his room to huddle under his blanket, ready to go to sleep as soon as his cup was empty. Seungmin too headed to his own room and settled into bed early, telling his friends goodnight. Realizing that almost everyone was asleep or seconds away from falling asleep, Felix pulled Hyunjin along to his room and th pair got comfortable on the Aussie's bed. While they sipped their hot chocolate, they discussed how they'd decorate the dorm in the morning before dozing off in each other's embrace.

[ai-luni]

nsfw hcs for merrick? i absolutely l o v e your writing, its so crisp i am literally crushing it up and snorting it like coke rn. also my boy is so underappreciated🥲

HE IS!! YES!! Merrick is so underappreciated. I need edits of him, I need fics of him. Genuinely his voice does things to me, I’m so obsessed with how scratchy his voice is. 

It’s actually embarrassing how much I listen to the ghost’s voice lines. @lylesx got me so addicted to Rorke’s voiceline video and I kid you not, it’s an experience. Now that’s what I snort like coke. 

And I’m so glad somebody asked because this has been plaguing my mind forever. Most childish gambino songs remind me of Rorke. Les, heartbeat, me and your mama, the redbone x bonfire mashup.

Thomas Merrick NSFW Headcanons

Now, let’s begin. 

Save a ghost, ride a cowboy. This man can be damn rowdy if you want him to be. 

He’s hot headed, loves a good bar, a good game of pool, like a true yeehaw blooded american. So if you get him to wear a cowboy hat, you’re really in for it. 

Merrick is steadily approaching his older years now and having been around the block a couple times now, I think he’d definitely prefer a partner who knows what they want. That doesn’t mean you have to be experienced, he's just a little over the shyness of it all now. The man does not beat around the bush, he wouldn’t be a commander today if he wasn’t assertive.

Merrick’s not opposed to one night stands but he’s also started to make jokes that he’s ‘over his prime’. Unless you completely took charge and played all of your cards correctly, I don’t think he’d take home a woman in their 20’s. 

The whole ‘innocent young girl’ act just wouldn’t work on him, period. He would love the idea of having a daughter one day, even if he had to do it as a single father. I’m certain you can find the correlation there yourself. 

(On a different note, Merrick as a father - to a daughter especially - is incredibly protective. He’ll scare off any potential date until they find one he likes, he’ll be proactive if anyone was making fun of them in class and the house has many security systems built in. Not to mention the fact he’s a petty officer, so if his child doesn't do their chores on any given day, they’ll never live it down).

Merrick’s favourite thing to this date is shower sex. Warm water, a hot woman and all the time in the world. What more could he ever ask for?

Seriously though, he’s been a SEAL since he was 17. The man has spent his entire life tossed between aircrafts, navy carriers, land bases and raid sites. The most luxurious thing to him is a long, hot shower. 

When he’s home alone, he’ll get himself off in the shower (also because it feels more private to him and it’s an easy clean up overall). Water running down his spine, palmed braised on the tiled wall. He’ll let his head hang forward, eyelids clamped. If an incredibly undignified noise wants to leave his mouth, then is the only time he’ll let it slip. 

However, he’ll have you in any position imaginable that could fit in that shower. His absolute favourite is having a shower with a glass door facing the mirror above the vanity. He’ll press your chest up to the glass and watch as you struggle to find a comfortable way to rest your head. Eventually he’ll give in and yank your wet hair back to your chin and sit against the glass, leaving your throat on complete display just for him. Then there's your ass slapping against him, your curved spine shiny and wet. It’s not the best position to get the most of him in you and you’ll likely cramp up quicker, but if you can handle it, it’s the quickest position to get Merrick to finish. 

Circling back to the daughter thing: man has a breeding kink. He’ll take any chance he can to ask if he can make you a mummy. 

There was one time you were riding him, holding his hands out by his head. The sight of you alone taking what you need from him was enough to keep him hard long after release but then you started to talk to him. Tease him the best way you know how. 

“You wanna be a father hmm? I’m gonna make you a father” He’ll groan like he was in pain and you’ll feel it, his dick deep inside you just as restless as his hands were. “What will your kids call you? Dad, daddy, papa?” 

When he’s out on a mission, if he’s not thinking about the view of you in the shower, it’s your voice in his ear getting him off. And when you’re with him, then wrap your arms around his neck, let your hands roam his chest and whisper in his ear for only him to hear about how good of a father he’s going to be. He will follow you around like a lost puppy. 

You did it to him around the ghosts once and they kicked up a storm. What nasty, dirty thing could you have possibly said to make him completely melt in your hand like that. 

If it’s not a “mummy” kind of day, he’ll say “yes ma’am.” In or outside the bedroom, he’ll say “yes ma’am” and absolutely loves it when you run the show. He’s also an avid user of “that’s my woman” when you are doing something helpful or badass.

I don’t know about you but I am absolutely whipped for this man’s voice. He would be absolutely smitten if he found out what his voice did to you. Also another thing that should be talked about more here is that Merrick can speak spanish. 

So if you’re being cruel and teasing him, he’ll send it back ten fold (He’s a massive tease and would love a witty woman). He’ll whisper right back into your ear, telling you what he wants to do to you, how hot you look in that outfit and sprinkle in anything in Spanish, until you're a shameless, moaning mess in public. 

Merrick isn’t opposed to public sex depending on the situation. Mission are an absolute no and it’d be very unlikely he’d let go all the way when hiding out in a safe house. 

(If you were with the ghosts hiding at a safehouse, he’d honestly see it as a game of ‘who can last the longest’. Both of you so so stubborn that the game has only ever ended the lot of you going back into combat or with Rorke or even Elias saying they’ll clear the room just so he can fuck you already. The both of you get so tense and strict just because you’re holding out on each other and the others find it very. very. annoying). 

If you were at a bar or restaurant or cinema or even another ghost’s house, however, it’s fair game (granted you can actually find a spot you won’t get caught).

It all started in a movie once, only two other seats were filled out and both were on the other side of the room. You grabbed his hand, stuck it between your legs and started to grind against it. He may have given you the most unamused look but even when you finished, he wouldn’t let go of your pussy until the film was done. 

He can be quite loud in the bedroom. Most of the time, however, he’ll only grunt and groan. He’s gonna be really worked up or angry to get a yell out.

He finds the maintenance of his beard quite an intimate thing and as much as a middle aged man can, he gets quite giddy when you trim it for him. 

Having you sit on his lap in the bathroom with a comfortable silence. His hands instinctively roaming your back as you giggle. His smile makes it harder for you to be precise that eventually you hold his head still by the jaw. He wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off you as concentrated on getting this right for him. He didn’t seem to care as much as you did and just brought you into a kiss. 

Usually if things escalate like that, you’d have to finish trimming his beard later in the night. 

Like mentioned before, Merrick’s been a SEAL for all of his adult life. He’s been a ghost since his early 20’s and has become most of his identity. Seeing you in his ghost mask could then draw two responses out of him depending on how he’s feeling.

On some days, he’d hate to see you wear the mask, see you be associated with any of the violence that that mask has seen.

On other days and more commonly however, seeing you wear his mask does something to him. Seeing you let this mask that has become a symbol of him wrap your face, so willing to be one with him. He wouldn’t make love to you in it but it would definitely instigate the evening. 

Besides he’s always thought the mask looked cool and you looking hot in it only confirms it. And then if the mask continued to smell like your perfume, even for a few days afterwards, he would be the happiest man alive.