#whit young x reader

[jayjayr]

if whit ever dated someone he would 100% use those sqiggly lines to flirt over text.

some corny shit like "hey cutie~ :3"

[haisuu]

HIIII

I wanted to request charles, whit, xander and david with a crush that avoids them because rhe reader likes them to??

Of Course! Hope it’s worth the wait!

Did I Do Something?

a/n: OMG OMG OMG IM ACTUALLY ON THE LAST REQUEST OMG OMG THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT IM SO HAPPY AHHHH

OK SUMMARYY: You’ve always been someone who didn’t know how to deal with affection or attention, so a love life has been hard for you. There’s this guy you really like, but you’ve decided just to avoid him in order to protect your heart. How does he feel about this?

p.s: you’re the Ultimate Music Enthusiast (I was originally gonna do the ultimate simp but decided not too lol)

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Charles Cuevas!

Your crush on him was instantaneous, but it led to you barely interacting with him, much to Charles’ dismay. His crush may have occurred slower, but it was a lot more intense!

He saw you, and he couldn’t stand you. If there was one thing he liked about you from the start, it was the fact you never talked to him. It was clear that he didn’t think that the Ultimate Music Enthusiast was a true talent.

But something about the way you talked so little with some people, yet were so outspoken with your friends drew him in. He saw how you always had something snarky to say to anyone who didn’t like you.

Eventually, he noticed the little things, how he noticed your eye bags, and how they hung no matter how noticeable or unnoticeable they were. When you waved to people by only using one finger, or the top half of your hand down to your friends.

Yet, when he actually wanted to get to know you, he found his efforts were in vain. Whenever he walked up to you, you’d always give him a specific look, one he didn’t see you give to anyone else. It wasn’t the warm, tired one you gave to your friends, or the disgusted, avoidant ones you gave to people you didn’t like.

This look, it was mixed with nervousness and something else, something he couldn’t place. Was it happiness? Terror? Disgust? He didn’t know and it killed him inside. He has observed you for so long yet can’t recognize a simple look on your face? He felt so stupid.

This cycle repeated for a few days. He would seek, you two would meet, then, you would fleet, and it would all repeat. It wasn’t until Whit told him the words he’d been waiting to hear for so long as you scurried away.

“They really like you y’know?” Whit told him. His heart stopping as he said that. But, he wanted to hear it from you, that was all he wanted. So, he stood up, and he walked to your room, his shoes clicking against the flooring. He knocked and you answered, he finally had the chance, and he wasn’t gonna miss it.

“..I really like you, do you like me back?” His confession was a lot like him, straight to the point, no shortcuts, just the truth. And by the way you looked, he knew that you liked him back. But when you nodded, it was like he just ascended into heaven. No, it was exactly like heaven.

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Whit Young!

He always knew about your crush on him, how could he not? The way you immediately took your eyes away when he looked at you, or how your lips curved upwards if you ever heard his voice. He noticed those things, somehow. But he noticed them.

It was quite endearing, really. He’s had people crushing on him before, but, this was different. This time, he actually reciprocated the feeling. But, for some reason, he didn’t know what to do.

He’s technically never had a crush on someone before. He was always the one making sure couples were formed. He never wanted to be in a relationship, or rather, he never thought about being in one until now.

Whenever he looked at you, he saw someone who was the perfect blend of chaos and empathy. Someone he could admire from afar and up-close at the same time.

He thought he could just chatterbox his way up into your heart, but when you were nowhere to be found, he was heartbroken!

He didn’t want to just jump in on the conversation, he wanted to actually get to know you. To spend time with you, and only you. Something he wasn’t used to doing, he usually just talked and talked and he would become close with people at the drop of a hat!

He’d walk, and walk, and walk, but there was never a moment where you’d be alone. You always had someone tagging along with you. Not to mention, you had your room always locked, and were always “too busy” to open it up and let him in! Yet whenever one of your friends asked, they were let in right away!

He was so hurt! He just wanted to confess his undying love to you! He constantly ended up venting about this to Charles, much to his annoyance. (wow im sooo creative, using whit and charles in each others headcanons..)

“I just want to tell them that my love for them is larger than life! Is that really so wrong!” “Yes, absolutely.” “You’re not helping!” Was practically becoming a classic conversation between them.

After what felt like years, (it was only a few days), he finally got the chance to speak with you! With no one else around, he vent his heart out, laying everything on the floor.

“I love you! I-I don’t know how else to put it. But, I really want to be with you!” He did it..he finally did it. He confessed to you! When you accepted his confession, he hugged you with all his might, placing his lips on yours!

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Xander Matthews!

As soon as Xander laid eyes on you, he felt a spark buzz around in his chest, he had to go talk to you!

At your first interaction, you were so jittery, and the conversation ended after only exchanging names and ultimates before you ran off somewhere else!

Xander was…disappointed to say the least. You seemed like such a sweet person! Especially in the following weeks when he saw you laughing like a maniac with your friends! If you were able to laugh with them so easily, why were you so nervous around him?

Then, it hit him…he was probably just startling you, right? Maybe if he just took off his brown coat, and spoke in a less energetic tone, you’d talk to him, right?

…No. It didn’t work, of course it didn’t! Because that wasn’t the reason you didn’t talk to him, but he didn’t know that, of course. He just thought he had to take a different approach.

After a few days of unsuccessfully trying to talk to you, he eventually took a moment to lie down on his bed, Teruko beside him. The brunette’s face was clearly annoyed at Xander’s efforts. “You’re acting like they’re the love of your life, y’know?” Teruko said.

Xander took a moment to think about her words. Then, he realized, she was right. He was acting like he was in love with you. “That’s because I am!” He said, his words flowing like water. “Why do you think I’m trying so hard to talk to them? There’s something so…beautiful about them.” He told Teruko, his words were completely serious. Something about you made his heart flutter.

Yet, he knew so little about you. He only knew your name, and your ultimate. Yet, if that was all he figured out about you for the rest of his life, he’d be at peace with that.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. Xander stood up, and walked to your dorm. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on your door. When you opened it, his heart gave a flutter, but he didn’t dare utter a word (CAUSE THAT WOULD BE ABSUUURD BEHAVIOR). He immediately grabbed the door in order to keep it open. Especially since at one point, you slammed the door on him when he tried to talk to you.

“Y-Y/n! I want to talk to you!” He said, taking another deep breath as you stood there, hands behind your back due to nervousness. “I really, really like you. Like, more than I thought I would. And, I was hoping you’d allow me to be your..boyfriend?”

David Chiem

Oh, David…what a polarizing figure he was to you.. You could immediately tell something was slightly off with him. How could someone be so positive and uplifting their whole life?

As a result of this, you tended to avoid him, most of it was unintentional, but there were times when you’d purposefully avoid him. Something about his vibe was both…alluring yet also…unsettling? You just couldn’t explain it.

For David, meeting you was like a meeting your new pet rock. Something that was weirdly sentimental for no real reason. He just couldn’t stop staring at you, his eyes always glazing over your figure.

In his eyes, however, he saw something more…he saw a light. He saw someone he could trust, someone he could hold and cherish in his arms for all of eternity.

But, he couldn’t, the most he was spared was a glance across the hallway before you went on your day. It was insufferable, honestly. To watch your pretty face walk around for a few fleeting moments before you crawled up into your room for what felt like hours. He just could never confront you about this new sensation.

So, he waits, and waits, and waits for hours sitting at the dining table until you come out for your 3am snack. As soon as you do, his eyes widen and he jumps up. He immediately walks over to you, his eyes widening as he takes you in. You looked so beautiful, even if you were drowned in eye bags and groans, you still looked like heaven.

He finally spoke up. Although you made him question many things, he knew one thing for sure. He wanted to take this slow… “..Do you mind if I accompany you to the kitchen? I’m sure you’d like some company!” He said, the smile on his face clear despite the room’s dark setting.

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Well…it’s been a bit! But I always do my best to finish any requests! I’ll open up requests A VERYYY LONG to be realistic, but nobody knows lol. But, anyways, I hope you enjoyed my comeback request! Remember that someone out there cares about you! Goodbye!!!

[naoxm]

could you do a whit young x clingy reader?

Heh.....Finally, a Whit request... I've been waiting for this moment.

Wait what the fudge after writing this I just realized how I am losing ideas ong.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°

˗ˏˋ ꒰ Whit Young x Clingy!Reader꒱ ˎˊ˗

Whit actually loves how clingy you are. He doesn't really mind. He loves having you around him all day long!

Charles sometimes would make a remake about how clingy you are when it comes to Whit, but he would shrug it off and tell him that it's not that big of a deal.

Oh he really loves it whenever you're in his arms! He really enjoys cuddling with you after a long day.

He can tell when you're having a bad day, so he lets you sleep with him on his bed, cuddling with each other and give you a small forehead kiss while comforting you.

Even if he's a PDA person, Whit doesn't really want to gather attention around the two of you. Just holding hands, small hugs and quick kisses will work.

"Whit, Whit! Can we cuddles..?"

"Sure. I save a spot right here, we can cuddle all day long!"

"Hehe. You knew me too well you know!"

"...But it's pretty obvious though? I mean even our classmates can tell how clingy you are."

"Oh. True."

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ✩

[sleepyshovel]

I'm a shovel who maybe sometimes writes. It/she.

The main rule here is just to be chill :3

DRDT x reader is what this blog will mostly be for the time being.

These x reader can be platonic, romantic, or in some cases suggestive, but not outright sexual or smutty.

It will mostly be headcanon lists and the like until I develop my writing more.

No guarantees that I'll fulfill any and all requests. I may write other things as well.

DRDT x reader (Specifically, Ace, Arei, Arturo, Charles, Eden, Hu, J, Min, Nico, Rose, Whit and Xander) (sorry all David/Levi/Teruko/Veronika lovers but I at the moment don't feel comfortable writing them this way... this is of course subject to change though.)

(Also the Yandere trope is a guilty pleasure of mine, feel free to request it if you'd like)

I will not under any circumstances write pedophilia or incest.

Do not sexualise me.

[tired-writer-in-progress]

hihi uh I’ll resend this request again since you accidentally deleted it 😭 is it cool if I can get uh Teruko, Xander, Whit, (and one other character that I can’t think of ;w;) (all separate of course) finding their s/o (probably either neutral or female whichever ya want) heavily injured and bleeding from an attacker that they couldn’t tell who it was from how fast it all happened. I like the angst and stuff I hope this is ok ;w;

Yes sure, dw! I like angst. I decided to do the three you requested only. These are all set in chapter 1.

NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE: VARIOUS DRDT X READER

TERUKO:

-She didn't know what to think when she and Levi found you unconcious in the laundry room with blood flowing from your head.

-She felt a lump in her throat as Levi ran to you, checking to see if you had any pulse.

-When she heard you groan, she was quick on her feet to kneel down next to you, worried.

-The two brought you to the infirmary, and when she heard that you couldn't see who it was because of how fast they were, her trust issues swam up.

-She only lets Arturo (begrudgingly) and Levi go near you when she's around. She's like a guard dog.

-Doesn't trust anyone. She has her hunting knife in her hand if anyone goes close to you.

XANDER:

-He screams when he and David see you out cold in the computer room. He runs in while David backs away from you, a bit worried.

-He starts shaking you awake violently, crying, saying that you couldn't leave him and that he didn't want to lose anyone else.

-It felt like a miracle when you opened your eyes. He hugged you so tight David thought he might have broken your spine.

-They get you to the infirmary and treat your wound. When you say you don't know who attacked you, Xander goes protective mode.

-Like Teruko, he doesn't trust people. Unlike her, he lets David, Eden or Teruko be around you without him.

WHIT:

-He thinks this is a really bad joke. He doesn't really believe your dead when he and Arei find you. He's not smiling. He's not laughing. He's just... void.

-He keeps telling you to wake up while walking up to you while Arei is just horrified. He kneels down and hugs you while whispering for you to wake up.

-His relief when you opened your eyes was inmense. He hugged you, you hugging back while Arei watched. She was just as relieved as Whit was.

-They bring you to the infirmary. When you tell them you don't know who attacked you, Whit become serious. He knows he can't take this as a joke anymore.

-He is by your side most of the time now, not leaving you alone again. He still has his humour and light-hearted personality, but he is vigilant and cautious.

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Could I possibly request a bit of angst like maybe Teruko, Xander, Whit, and one other drdt character that I can’t think of (all of them separate of course) finding their s/o injured and bleeding out from an ambush and how they couldn’t tell who did it from how fast it happened while they’re being patched up ? Hopefully this is cool with you :)

Don’t worry, I’m cool with this! I wrote this so the ambush takes place during the killing game, I hope that’s ok! Also I have no idea which other character you were referring to so I added Veronika because I thought it would be fun to add her! Hope you enjoy!

Teruko, Xander, and Whit with an S/O who was injured in an ambush

Gn! Reader

Warnings: blood, injury, mentions of death but no actual death occurs, mentions of torture in Veronica’s part, mentions of drugging, mentions of the movie Hostel in Veronika’s part (it’s horror movie about torture so I figured it deserved a warning)

-Knowing her luck, she was most likely the one to find you, and surprisingly, she’s not as hysterical as you might think she would be. I mean, she’s still pretty freaked out, but she knows that right now her main priority is getting you medical attention, and focusing on her emotions might get in the way of helping you

-Her first step is to get you to the infirmary before you bleed out, she’s surprisingly strong so she can carry you there just fine. On her way she questions you on who attacked you and if you were hurt anywhere she couldn’t see, once she gets an answer to those questions her main priority becomes keeping you awake

-It wouldn’t be until you fully lost consciousness that she begins to freak out, she was distracting herself by distracting you, but now that you’re out she has no way to keep herself from acknowledging how dire the situation is

-She doesn’t trust herself enough to try to heal you on her own (bad luck and all that), so she either forces Arturo to do it or she forces Monotv to do it, although since you don’t know who attacked you, he’s reluctant to let a potential murder go to waste. Considering how badly you were injured, it takes awhile to heal you, and nobody’s sure if you’ll even make it.

-Through it all, Teruko seems to have completely shut down her emotions. She refuses to cry or show fear in front of the others, not now, not after how they’ve treated her. She won’t show weakness, especially since the person who tried to kill you is still alive and free.

-Inside however, she’s a wreck. She’s lost the few people she allowed herself to get close to in the past, if she loses you she doesn’t know what she’ll do. Probably kill whoever killed you before Monotv can get his paws on them, it’s not like she was ever going to escape this place anyway.

-She doesn’t leave the infirmary area until she here’s news about your condition, good or bad. If you’re gonna go, she’s going to be there with you, she won’t let you die alone.

-Once she gets the news that you’ll live, she breathes the biggest sigh of relief anyone could possibly imagine. She stays by your side until you wake up, but when you do she has no idea what to say. I mean, what are you supposed to say to someone who’s had a near death experience? So she opts to stay silent, instead hugging you carefully until you say something

-Once she’s sure you’ll be alright, she makes it her life’s mission to find out who hurt you. She’s not above getting aggressive with the others if they refuse to cooperate with her search, especially since it comes down to your safety. She most likely won’t pick a physical fight with whoever did it if she find out, but she will make sure they can’t come within 30 yards of you ever again, and she makes sure everybody else knows what they’ve done too.

-There’s no way in hell Teruko is gonna let you out of her sight for the rest of the game, even with those who she knows didn’t attack you. She was already pretty protective of you given the circumstances, but your near death experience has increased her protectiveness ten-fold. Nobody except her is allowed near you anymore, no matter how much you protest. Call her overprotective all you like, but she’s not playing when it comes to your safety.

-She won’t tell you how scared she is of you dying or getting attacked again, not unless she’s on the verge of sleep when you ask her about it. But it’s easy to tell how scared she is from the way she grips you in her sleep, or how she pulls you closer whenever anyone passes you two by

-Just…stay alive for her, ok? She can’t afford to lose another person she loves, not like this.

-Veronika could tell something was wrong long before she found you, call it a sixth sense or something. She’s very perceptive so I think she could guess that someone was going to try to kill, she just didn’t realize you’d be the victim

-When she does find you, she is scarily calm. Like, there is not a single ounce of emotion showing on her face. You couldn’t begin to guess what she’s thinking right now.

-Without hesitation, she picks you up and books it for the infirmary a lot faster than you would imagine someone carrying a limp body would be able to run. Veronika knows better than anyone how quickly a person can bleed out, so all she’s focusing on is keeping you conscious until she can get you medical help. She doesn’t bother asking you who did it, she doesn’t want to upset you any further and besides, she could figure it out on her own later. Instead, she tries to engage in some regular conversation to help try keeping you calm but awake.

-You best believe Monotv is fixing you up, Veronika has no way of confirming Arturo’s innocence in this moment so she won’t allow him near you, and she’s scary enough that even Monotv can’t deny her request.

-Now that you’re unconscious, she knows that she won’t be of any help to you. So while Monotv is trying to save you, she goes on a witch hunt for your assailant.

-Nobody, and I mean nobody, is safe from her wrath. She’s gone back to acting like her regular, bubbly (disturbing) self, but anyone within a ten mile radius of her can feel the stone cold rage that’s radiating off of her. Nobody bothers lying to her when she questions them, they know she would know if they lied, and they aren’t stupid enough to risk feeling her wrath over a silly lie, even if they’re innocent. Of course, the person responsible lies right to her face, but she knows. And she’ll be damned if they get away with it

-Veronika doesn’t wait to hear if you’ll live before enacting her vengeance on whoever attacked you, if she waited and you did die then she won’t have time to mess with the killer before the trial begins.

-It’s not hard for her to get her hands on the would-be-killer, all she had to do is drug the water they’re drinking without them noticing (Monotv was more than happy to supply her with the pills) , and drag them back to her room. And oh boy, does she go to town on them.

-You ever seen hostel? Yeah it’s kinda like that except she keeps the attacker alive. She will not hold back, she will go as far as she can without outright killing the perpetrator

-She might let them go after their “punishment” is over, or she might keep them tied up in her room somewhere, who knows! It all depends on if she feels bothered enough to feed and water them

-She’ll then check up on you, hoping that you’re still alive. Fear and concern begin to eat her alive now that she got all the murderous rage out of her system. She’ll stay with your unconscious body as long as she can, only leaving to grab food or use the bathroom.

-When you finally wake up, she’s ecstatic! She’ll hug you and kiss you and wait on your every request. She basically treats you like royalty

-She won’t tell you about how she handled your attacker, she doesn’t need you worrying about her safety or thinking about that gruesome scene

-She doesn’t worry about it happening again since she took care of your assailant , but obviously you might, so she’ll do her best to reassure you. Anything that’ll make you feel safer, she’ll do. She comes with you everywhere if you’d like (it gives her a little piece of mind too), and she does her best to distract you by any means necessary to keep you from spiraling into terror

-Eventually your fears will dissipate, nothing bad has happened to you when Veronika’s by your side, so there’s nothing to fear anymore. She makes sure of it.

-Afraid, very afraid

-He wasn’t the one to find you, Teruko was. He found out after a very concerned David saw her carry your limp and bloody body to the infirmary

-He immediately rushes to the infirmary, terrified that you might be dead. He’s relieved to see you still alive, but also extremely worried when he sees the extent of your injuries. With no way of knowing if you’ll pull through, he stays by your side, constantly watching to make sure you’re still breathing

-He blames himself for your attack. If he had been there with you, if he hadn’t left you alone, then maybe he could have stopped your assailant from nearly killing you. At the very least he could have been there to defend you, most of Xanders classmates wouldn’t anywhere near strong enough to face him.

-Teruko informs him that before you passed out, you told her that the attack was too quick for you to identify the assailant. He thinks briefly of trying to find out who did it, but he won’t leave you in the condition you’re in by yourself, no way.

-He keeps an eye on whoever’s healing you, even if it’s just MonoTv. He’s not risking your safety, especially after he failed to keep you out of harms way the first time.

-Once you regain consciousness, he’ll be all over you. No one in the school can rip you from his arms, he refuses to let you go (unless he’s hurting you, in which case he’ll refrain from intense physical contact.) He asks you a ton of questions, mostly along the lines of “are you in any pain? or “can I get you anything?” Anything you want, he’ll get. He’s at your beck and call

-He refuses to leave you by yourself after that. The only other person he feels he can trust around you is Teruko, anyone else can only interact with you when he’s in the room. He hates being overbearing, but the fear that you’ll get attacked again is far greater than his dislike of hovering.

-If he gets any indication of who the attacker was, he is on them so quickly it’s not even funny. He doesn’t care who’s around to see it (except you) or what the consequences will be for him, he’s pounding their face in. He won’t stop until his victim is either unconscious or on the verge of dying, as much as he wants them dead he doesn’t want to get executed. He also makes sure everyone else is aware of what they’ve done so nobody else falls victim to that person

-He’s also not leaving you alone ever again (unless Teruko’s with you). As the game progresses his trust in the rest of the group goes down astronomically, he can’t afford to risk leaving you with everyone when anybody could kill next.

-Still, it eases your worry to have him around. He’s the strongest out of everybody there so as long as you stick with him, you know you’ll be fine

-Oh he’s an absolute w r e c k

-He’s likely to find you first as well, he’s extremely clingy and was probably looking for you when he found your unconscious body.

-He’s terrified, he has no idea if you’re even still alive or not, he’s just trying to get you to help as soon as possible. He screams for help until someone shows up, helping him carry you to the infirmary while he sobs

-He’s not leaving your side, he refuses to. Even when Monotv is patching you up, even the smell and sight of blood become too much to bear for him, he’s still there, watching your every move (or lack thereof). He stays at your side all night, sleeping next to your unconscious body

-Whit has no idea what to do. He doesn’t know who did this, he doesn’t know how to help you, he doesn’t even know how to help himself. He can’t dark humor his way out of this one, not while you’re actively hurting. He knows he can’t really do anything to find the perpetrator, so at your side he remains, waiting for you to wake up

-Once you do, he’s immediately peppering your face with kisses, beyond relieved that you finally woke up. He was afraid you would fall into a coma and never come back to him, but you’re here now, alive and conscious.

-Anything you need, he'll get. He waits on you hand and foot, anything to make your recovery easier. He doesn't want to overwhelm you, but he will ask if you remember who attacked you. While he's disappointed that you didn't get to see them, he won't push it any further. He's just glad you're safe.

-He doesn't stop you from seeing the others once you've recovered enough, but he will be watching over you like a HAWK whenever you're with anyone else. The only person he even remotely trusts around you is Charles, solely because he knows Charles couldn't hurt you without passing out.

-If he gets any indication of who did it he will make their life a living hell. He won't hurt them physically, but he will make sure they're ostracised from the group. He'll also bully them horrendously, making it his mission in life to annoy the attacker any chance he gets.

-He won't tell you worried he is, and it may be hard to tell, but don't be fooled. He's so scared you'll get hurt again. He tries to hide his feelings from you, but you can hear him crying himself to sleep sometimes when it all gets to be too much. He feels like it's his fault, like he didn't do enough to protect you.

-Please comfort him, he needs a reminder that it's not his fault and that you're still here, safe with him.

I hope you enjoyed!

[divineluckfuckoff]

5 for Xander 🥹🥹🥹

Ohhhh :>

5: Accidental kiss

"AREEEEEEEEIIIII! WHIIIIIIIIIIIT!"

"RUN WHIT RUN!"

"I'M RUNNING AS FAST AS I CAN AREI!!"

Now, you may be wondering:

What the fuck is going on? Well, let's rewind.

"So, the plan is: We push Y/n and Xander to kiss." Arei said, as she drew in a notebook the little plan. Whit nodded, smiling brightly.

"They're gonna be so pissed." the blond laughed, rubbing his hands like a wicked mastermind. Arei did the same.

"But it's worth it!"

The two sneaked around, seeing Xander and you talking about something they didn't care about enough to know. Whit slowly creot behind Xander, while Arei did the same behind you.

"And then I was like "You will never catch me alive!" and jumped to another building."

"You did?! And you didn't get hurt Xander?!" you asked, worried.

"Nope! I was fine." Xander lied, completely omitting the fact that he missed the jump, hit his face on the wall and nearly died from the fall if it wasn't for a tree.

"Woah... So co- Wah!-" you got interrupted due to the fact that you felt someone push you forwards. And, to your surprise, Xander was, too. Both of your faces went red when your lips touched.

"Mission success!" Arei cheered as she high fived Whit. You pulled away, glaring at the two little devils.

"Arei... Whit..."

"OH SHIT-"

"AREEEEEEEEIIIII! WHIIIIIIIIIIIT!"

"RUN WHIT RUN!"

"I'M RUNNING AS FAST AS I CAN AREI!!"

[ultravi0lence14]

My Girl

dean winchester x fem!reader

2.2k | angst, fluff

summary: some people just don’t know when to quit, and when dean notices how uncomfortable you are with a local cop on a case, he can’t seem to hold in his anger.

there was no way this hunt could get any worse.

you, sam, and dean had only been in this small, connecticut town for two days, and everything had already gone to shit. the lead witness was no help, there was barely any evidence, and to top it all off, you had to see him.

max mcmillan, the person you wished to never see again. you knew him in high school, being a friend of a friend and running into him on rare occasions.

max seemed like a nice guy, his only flaw was he always harboured a weird liking towards you. it wasn’t something you’d deem stalkerish, just an observation that you had made over the years.

just your luck he was here now, working as one of the police officers on the case. you had politely smiled at him when you first saw him, but the second he realized who you were it was almost as though that keen liking he had towards you crawled back up.

he would always be around you. getting you coffee, trying to start up a conversation, and being way too close for your comfort. you could tell that dean had noticed this, and he seemed as though he was one more shoulder pat away from blowing a fuse.

dean could tell you were uncomfortable. he knew what you looked like when that chill of unease ran up your spine, and he knew how you were about physical touch.

you were never good with people touching you, even as a young child. if someone even grazed your hand you would unravel into a fit of tears, needing to be alone for the next couple of hours to calm yourself down.

no hugs, handshakes, hand holding, anything. you didn’t have a healthy relationship with physical affection as a child, for both of your parents were not really the perfect candidates for mom and dad of the year. but you lived with it, and dealt with your no physical contact for many years to come.

that was until dean winchester came into your life.

you had met the infamous winchesters when bobby asked them to assist you on a ghoul case two years back, and since then, you three have been inseparable.

from the start you liked dean. he had this charm and whit about him that just reeled you in, wanting to know more. didn’t help that he was absolutely gorgeous on top of it.

the boys almost instantly noticed your distaste for any physical touch. it was sam who saw you flinch when he went to go hug you after a tough case. since then, they have respected your wishes and didn’t bring up the matter unless you did first.

as you and dean got closer, he would constantly catch you reaching out but reeling back at the last minute. he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so he waited until you two officially started dating, making sure you were comfortable with him touching you.

you were, one hundred percent. dean winchester was the only person you’d allow to hug, touch, or even hold your hand. you were slowly warming up to sam, but any other person was completely off limits, and if dean noticed he’d be on their ass in a second.

so as he stood in this police precinct, a watchful eye on max as he leaned over your shoulder, practically breathing down your neck and making you tense immediately, dean wanted to beat into his face until he learned what personal space and boundaries were.

sam had noticed the man’s unwanted attention on you, but he also noticed the fury written on his brothers face and he wanted to defuse the situation as calmly as possible.

while they stood side by side, pretending to listen to some cop ramble on about a traffic cam that wasn’t even in importance to the case, sam angled his head and whispered over to dean. “if you stare at him any longer i think you might explode his head.”

the older winchester just huffed, redirecting his eyes so he can look at sam. “well if he doesn’t back up than i might just have to.” the words came out like a bullet coming out of a gun; followed by dean straining his head so he could keep an eye on your facial expressions.

“she can handle herself, dean. you don’t need to worry about her all the time.” sam was right. you were perfectly capable in handling yourself and dean knew that. he just had a nagging feeling that this guy wasn’t going to back off so easily.

you were on the verge of turning and clocking max in the face. his breath on your skin was making you uncomfortable and he was way too close for comfort.

“the suspect couldn’t have gone far since- Y/N?” you hadn’t even realized you had zoned out, too busy being focused on calming your breathing and not breaking down.

“i’m sorry,” you spoke, taking a step back from max and turning towards the door. “i’ll be back, i just need to get some fresh air.” you didn’t even wait for a response as you sprinted towards the glass double doors, pushing them open and heavily breathing in the cool air.

leaning against the solid brick of the station, you tried to stop a panic attack from coming on. slowing your breathing, calming your thoughts, and taking in the fresh air was helping you get back on track. that was until you heard his nagging voice again.

“there you are Y/N. i think you should come back inside, i think i’ve found something.” max had come and stood so close to you it was like he was trying to mesh the two of you together. you couldn’t take it anymore, taking a giant step back and reeling your hands out in front of you.

“max, i am so sorry but can you please give me some personal space?” he seemed taken aback by your words, halting in all movement he was planning on doing. you realized you could’ve been nicer but this had been going on for two days and you were sick and tired of acting like you were fine.

doing the complete opposite of what you had asked, max started to step closer to you. “what’s wrong, Y/N? did i do something?” it was like what you were saying was going in one ear and out the other, and you couldn’t grasp what the boy wasn’t picking up on

“max, please.” you breathed out, hoping he would understand and leave you alone. but he just came closer, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards his chest.

the air in your lungs escaped. you couldn’t breath and it was almost as if your skin was on fire. you tried to pull away but his grip was far too tight, fighting your attempt to get away from his touch. “cmon, Y/N let’s just go inside. work this out together.” he was dragging you now, attempting to get you to the precinct doors. but the fight you were putting up was straining any further moves he had planned.

feebly trying to push at his chest with your other hand, you felt tears sting your eyes, escaping and falling down your cheeks. “let me go max, please.” you could feel your brain shutting down, the notion of max not listening to a single word you were saying finally setting in.

you could feel your resolve start to slip when suddenly, you heard a faint shout in the distance. a loud “hey!” was heard over your racing heart before max was spun around and knocked to the ground.

dean was holding max up by his collar, fist landing repeated blows on his face. you could see sam and a couple other officers run outside as dean held max up like a rag doll, the latter not even being able to land any punches with how tight dean was holding him.

“get your fucking hands off of her.” dean’s words came out gritted through his teeth, sharp like a knife piercing max’s skin.

you didn’t know what to do. dean was in such a frenzy that trying to pull him away would just be stupid, and you were honestly enjoying watching max get his ass beat.

“dean!” sam yelled, finally reaching his brother and trying to pull him off the struggling man. the older winchester just wouldn’t budge, and it took sam and three other cops to fully detach him from max’s limp body.

you watched as sam attempted to pull dean’s arms behind him, the latter fighting his brother with such intense fervour you truly thought he was going to break free and go for another couple of punches on max’s face.

when sam was able to slightly calm dean down, the older winchester walked to max and got right in his face, staring at the other man with the deadliest look you have possibly ever seen from him. “if you even step one foot towards my girl, i’ll fucking break your legs. got it?” all max could do was slightly nod, slipping in and out of consciousness

the other police officers had gone inside to get medical attention and had now come out to see if max had sustained any proper injuries from dean’s beating. before any of them could even utter a word, dean had walked over to you and gently grabbed your hand, following sam as the younger winchester high tailed it to the impala.

the car ride back to the motel was silent, filled with a tense atmosphere that had you picking at your nails. dean was gripping the steering wheel so tightly, the wounds on his bloodied knuckles were widening more greatly. sam was just staring ahead, not saying a word. if you knew the boy though, you knew that inside he was stewing with a multitude of emotions.

when the impala stopped in front of the motel, you got out and went directly to the room. you noticed sam stop dean, not letting him walk into the room yet. the look on his face was passive, and you knew that sam had an earful waiting for dean to hear. so you just closed the door, listening to sam scold dean through the window.

all you could do was sit on your bed and stare silently at the wall. this is exactly what you would do as a kid, sit in silence trying to calm yourself down. you didn’t even hear the roar of the impala as sam drove off or dean come into the room. you only noticed when a soft, gentle hand was placed on your cheek, making you turn to look dean in the eyes.

“hey, baby, you okay?” all you could do was nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. dean just nodded, slightly brushing some hair out of your eyes as he smiled. “sam just went to grab some dinner. doesn’t look like we’ll be going back to the station tonight.” his sad attempt at a joke made you giggle slightly, warranting an even bigger smile on deans face.

“there she is.” he guided your head so it laid on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle hug. the feeling of your arms wrapping around his middle and squeezing him tightly had dean feeling calm, at ease after all that just happened.

what snapped you out of your comfort was the scene of deans knuckles; stained with blood and marred with cut skin and angry red wounds. you pulled back and studied his hand, allowing yourself to truly see what he’d done.

“oh dean,” you muttered. bringing his hand closer to your face to see how truly bad the cuts were. “we need to clean this up.”

with a reassuring squeeze of your hand, dean got off the bed and stood in front of you. watching as your eyes worriedly followed his frame, waiting to see what he was going to do.

cupping your face once more, dean smiled as he spoke. “don’t worry your pretty little head, sunshine. i’ll patch myself up. i will be right back.” with that he kissed your cheek and made his way to the bathroom, softly closing the door behind him as you moved to get into comfier clothes.

by the time dean was done, you were already in bed. half asleep as you were tired from how fast your brain was moving today. you listened as dean got out of his fbi suit, resorting to just sleeping in his boxers as he moved to get in bed next to you.

your body moved so you could put your head onto dean’s chest, finding comfort in how close the two of you were. his one hand moved to play with your hair as his other went to grab your own hand, bringing your knuckles up to his lips and lightly brushing them across your skin.

the last thing you remember before falling into a deep sleep was the feeling of dean’s hand in your hair and his soft voice soothing all your worries from earlier.

“i’ll always be here for you, sweetheart.”

[areislol]

A walk in the park

►— pairings. genshin men x gn! creator! reader

►— warnings. crack/fluff, happy sappy stuff

►— synopsis. albedo created a machine where it would bring back their creator, who was stuck in another world, back to where they belonged. but instead of bringing you here to them, it brought them to where you were.

►— a/n. the more i write the more it feels like these are more like fillers.. sigh. once the angst settles in maybe it'll feel more eventful!

►— wordcount. 6k

✧ part five | ✧ part six | ✧ part seven | more tba.. NAVIGATION

recommended to listen to: what once was - her's

Who would've known that all 29 men would be pumped to go out for a picnic?

For a couple of weeks they've been in your home with only a selected few going out to accompany you out for shopping, and through those weeks you've felt like they lacked the sun and the outside world.

Not only that but they were curious about your world as well! So it was the best idea to take them to a park nearby your street and have a picnic as well. Not many people went to the park and if they did it was normally to walk their dogs.

You were more than happy when they all agreed to the plan to go out to the park and have a picnic.

Not only can they have more time to spend with you (ahem cross out the fact that you spend time with them every weekend) but also go out and see the view that they've been wanting to see for a while now.

You along with Diluc discussed about what you were going to bring, what snacks and meals to bring so that Thoma could prepare them with the help of Aether.

It was a nice change after a while, to be outside and having a nice little picnic with your favourite people (don't say who they'll have a fight, from your experience).

One thing that you were most excited about was how this wasn't just an ordinary park. Instead of the normal, prickly grass landscape with benches and a playground for children, there were no playground equipment and no benches at all.

Well.. you could just say that this was more of a plot of unbought land than a park. It was a comforting and quiet area that came with a river beside it, not only that but there were Willow trees near the river line.

Pretty romantic, right?

You were sure they had no feelings for you so why would you care if it was romantic or not? You had no clue as to why.

(No feelings for you? They're literally HEAD OVER HEELS for you, if their advances and courting don't work then they might as well make it obvious to you this day by doing everything they can!)

Currently, you were sitting on the floor, hands smearing sunscreen all over their face like how a mother would to their young child. It was an endearing sight.

Aether happily and quietly sat down in front of you, his eyes screwed shut as you smeared the sunscreen over his cheeks, chin, nose and forehead. You were careful not to touch his eyes with your hands.

Baizhu, Venti and Heizou stared at you in admiration and adoration, the way your brows furrowed in concentration as you tried your best to be careful and gentle with your touch.

They wouldn't wait for their turn, to feel your hands on their face... would it be just like how they imagined?

No matter what they knew they wouldn't be let down, if anything it'd be better than what they imagined from the first place!

Aether looked more than happy, you were just happy that he wasn't like Wanderer (the previous "victim" before Aether) who grumbled and scowled as he tried to swat your hand away a couple of times, he wasn't used to this type of affection.

Never in a million years would he resist his only creator who touched his face, and only after you gently told him to stay still did he listen.

"When do I need to reapply it?" Aether asked, eyes blinking open before moving to the side since you were now done with him, Tighnari came forward and sat down, waiting for his turn.

"Uhhh in like two or three hours? Don't worry I'll remind you!" You smiled, looking up at his face which was covered in white substance.

Aether happily hummed in return before walking away, proudly showing the rest of the men his sunscreen-covered face to the rest of the men. "You look quite giddy, Aether," Zhongli spoke, amused.

"I can say the same for you guys," Aether chuckled plopping down on the couch. Truth be told, they were all giddy to have your hands touch their face, most were teasing Diluc with the fact that he was blushing too hard, his cheeks almost the same colour as his hair.

"You can not be teasing me about blushing when you all are flustered as well! Don't act like you aren't."

Well... he wasn't lying.

For you to even touch them... the mere thought of it would certainly make them faint, but they needed to stay strong and pull it together, what would you think if you were just applying sunscreen on their cheeks and suddenly they passed out?

While you were busying yourself with your own job, Diluc, Kauzha, Itto and Ayato were all packing everything that they needed. You had given them a paper note with everything they needed, consisting of:

Water bottles Hats Bug spray (just in case) Snacks (no beans because of Itto) Extra pencils for Albedo and Tighnari to sketch with Tissues Sunscreen if it gets sunny Jacket just in case it gets cold

"Huh? Why's it crossed out?" Itto questioned, glaring at the scribbled-out sentence hoping that the scribbles would magically clear. Ayato shrugged, grabbing the pack of tissues that were stored in the drawers. "Guess we will never know, now get back to packing!"

Itto let out a small "ouch!" as Ayato hit him with the same packet of tissues. Ayato turned his back on Itto, a faint smile on his lips. He was a genius, minutes before he had scribbled out the last necessity, it had no need whatsoever.

Why have a spare jacket "just in case" when you can have his? A genius, he knows.

"Let's not waste time, they're probably waiting for us, you know." Diluc chimed in, both Ayato and Itto knew better than to stay idle. After a bit, they were finished packing everything.

Everything except the jacket, that is.

But Ayato dismisses it off to you being silly and writing it on accident. "Look outside, the weather is immaculate!" Ayato announced, pointing at the sun shining down onto the floor, small dust particles floating in the air in the sunlight.

Kazuha nods his head, a gentle smile on his face. "Indeed, the weather is amazing. If Y/N does need a jacket by the time we arrive at the park then we could lend them ours."

His idea was what Ayato worried the most, and now he had said it. Fuck, he wanted to be the one to have the idea to lend you his coat. But of course, Kazuha was Kazuha, a gentlemen.

After a couple of minutes they finally finished what they were supposed to do. "Is that everything?" Diluc asked after watching Itto zip up the stuffed bag. "Yup! All we have to do now is tell Y/N that—"

Itto hadn't even finished his sentence when he noticed Diluc walking away with the bags in his hand. Since when did he grab the one out of my hand?! Itto was appalled, obviously he did not expect Diluc to move so swiftly and quickly.

Diluc made his way towards the main area where everyone was, bags in his grasp as he stood near the couch where Aether, Wriothesley and Lyney sat.

Lyney gasped as he noticed the bags and coincidentally, the fresh and warm aroma of baked goods. "Does this mean we'll be going out soon? Oh I can't wait 'till I smell the fresh air..." Lyney sighed in relief, but his moment of happiness didn't last long as Aether playfully slapped his shoulder.

"Did you forget about the times you went outside in the yard? Is that not fresh air?" Aether raised his brow. Lyney rolled his eyes, nodding his head relunctantly while muttering a low "yeah yeah".

Finally, after what felt like infinity you finished applying sunscreen on all of them, it took you longer than expected but you didn't mind, the soft plush of their cheeks—the way they squinted their eyes as you carefully applied the cream near their eyes, was a sight you enjoyed.

Al haitham remained seated on the floor, and to your confusion, you cocked your head to the side. "You're the last person Al haitham, are you tired?" Ah, you were still as sweet as ever.

Your eyes scanned his face, he looked adorable with his almost white-covered face. There was no sign of discomfort at all. Al haitham shook his head, thankful for the sunscreen that covered his arising blush.

"I'm fine, thank you. I just want..." His voice trailed off, eyes darting away from yours. "Just waaannnttt?" You repeated, leaning in towards him with a curious gaze. Damn, you weren't helping at all.

Al haitham sighed, looking back up at you. "Nothing, don't worry about it." Your brows furrowed at his response, knowing that he was lying but backed away reluctantly.

You studied his expression, noting the delicate pink tainting his cheeks (the sunscreen did not justice whatsoever) and the troubled look in his eyes. "Are you sure?" you asked softly, your concern evident in your voice.

He hesitated for a moment. "Positive." he replied, his tone sounding believable for the moment. But your interaction was broken as Venti burst out laughing before yelling out something that Al haitham would most likely chase him for.

(He did.)

"Al haitham is feeling shy, Y/N~! I think he may be in L-O-V-E with you!" Venti giggled, acting drunk even though he has never drunk an ounce of wine in your world. As you turned your head towards Venti your cheeks a light pink ue.

Unbeknownst to you, Al haitham was staring daggers at the bard menacingly, deep down he did not want to deny his interested in you but now.. now was not the right time. He didn't like you, he was just... interested in you is all. Nothing more.

"Shy? Why would he—" "I am not feeling shy, Venti." Al haitham stated before he muttered a small "I apologize, Y/N" all the while his eyes were trained on Venti. The tension in the air was more than enough to get you to stand up and let out a dramatic and loud sigh.

They immediately looked at you, their gazes filled with confusion, anxiety and concern. But more of anxiety at the fact that they might have upsetted you, or more specifically, at the fact that Venti may have upset you and an upset you was definitely anxiety inducing.

Your eyes flickered between Venti and Al haitham, clearly disappointed in them. But by some miracle before they could get scolded, Diluc cleared his throat, catching the attention of you and the others.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted anything but Y/N, we're done packing. Is there anything else you want me to do?" His eyes bore into yours, too intimate for your liking. You shake your head, there was nothing else to do. "No it's fine, I'll go get ready now. Give me a couple of minutes!"

Diluc watched as you got up and scurried to your room, watching as the door closed shut. After your figure left his sight he quickly turned away, about to walk away he was suddenly smacked face front with a pillow.

The room went silent before Childe let out a small "oops.."

Clearly, that pillow wasn't meant for Diluc but for another. "Ah, Diluc. You know I didn't mean that—"

"Save it, Fatui."

Thankfully you were too busy locked in your room wondering what you should wear out. But instead of wasting time choosing and pairing up different clothes, you opted to just go for a casual look with a large straw hat for extra style.

Once you were done you stepped out of your room with your newly changed outfit, perfect for the occasion and weather. You were too busy patting your shirt down to notice the many stares being directed at you.

Despite not physically seeing the men staring at you, you could definitely feel their gaze. It was embarrassing honestly, them and the way they would stare at you. You were sure that you'd get used to them by now but every time it happens you never fail to melt into a large puddle.

You didn't have much time to walk away or prepare the others as you felt much larger and warm arms wrapping around your waist. You tensed up, looking over your shoulder to see—

"Childe!" You exclaimed, warmth creeping to your cheeks as you realised how close he was, he buried his head in your neck, arms snaked around your waist and holding you closely pressed against his stomach.

"Save me from that madman!" He pleaded, pointing to the furious red-haired male. You quirked your eyebrow, trying to grasp the situation.

Wait, was he... using you as a shield right now?

Shaking your head, you stared at Diluc, letting out a sigh before removing Childe's hand from your body and walking over to Diluc, pinching his cheeks.

"Just what are you doing to Childe?" You asked, scolding him all the while Childe watched, smirking.

Diluc muttered a small "nothing" when you stopped pinching his (chubby) cheeks, a delicate pink reaching his cheeks. Just as Childe was about to speak Venti interrupted him, much to Diluc's relief.

"Y/N! When are we going? We're all ready." You turned your head to the side and he was correct, they all looked dolled up and ready to leave. The sight itself made you smile. "Right now."

—

You really wanted to book a cab to save yourself some time to walk, but with 28 men? Yeah, no chance.

Currently, you are on your way with 28 men trailing behind you with Ayato and Wriothesley beside you. The park wasn't that far but since everybody had different walking paces sometimes you had to stop and wait for them (cough cough Baizhu cough cough).

Despite the occasional stops, the walk was filled with lively chatter and laughter. Venti played a cheerful tune on his lyre, and the sound of it seemed to do the opposite of lifting everyone's spirits.

When you finally reached the park, the men wowed in aw. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees.

You found a perfect spot under a large oak tree with ample shade and enough space for everyone. Alhaitham and Zhongli set about laying out the picnic blanket while Diluc and Kaeya carried the baskets filled with food and drinks.

Lyney and Tighnari helped you settle down, making sure you were comfortable. The others began to gather around, forming a loose circle. Xiao and Cyno were already scoping out the area, ensuring it was safe and secure. You couldn't help but smile at their actions.

"It's safe don't worry," You spoke, trying to ease their worry. Xiao nods his head. "I know… I was just making sure." He murmured, a faint blush on his cheeks though you dismiss it as the heat.

"Alright, everyone, let's settle down!" you called out, clapping your hands together.

The group erupted into action. Kazuha and Kaveh began setting out the various dishes they had prepared, each one looking more delicious than the last. Pantalone and Pierro arranged the drinks, ensuring there was something for everyone.

Albedo, Baizhu, and Thoma took charge of ensuring that the surrounding area was safe from dangerous bugs and whatnot. You wanted to help as well but they all (scarily) disagreed with a synchronized "no." and "we'll do it, you just relax and enjoy."

As everyone settled down, you found yourself sandwiched between Venti and Wanderer, who seemed intent on keeping you by their side. Across the blanket, you could see Albedo and Tighnari deep in conversation, likely discussing some fascinating "alchemical theories".

You glanced over at Baizhu, who was taking a moment to rest. Baizhu caught your eye and gave you a reassuring smile as if to say he was fine and enjoying himself.

The aroma of various dishes filled the air, making everyone’s stomachs growl in anticipation.

"Are you not going to eat?" You asked, cocking your head to the side as you watched Baizhu lie down on the blanket, seemingly bored out of his mind. He hums softly for a moment before replying.

"I'll eat later don't you worry. However, the naan and chicken curry smells delicious. You should try that first."

You nod your head. "Sure—"

"No, you should definitely try the salted chips, I ate some earlier and it was so good!" Venti intervened, a bright and wide smile on his lips as he spoke of how delicious the salt was on the chips.

"You should try the dango first," Ayato insisted, holding out a stick of the sweet treat.

"No, the chicken skewers are the best way to start," Childe countered, waving one in front of you.

"How about some fresh fruit? It's light and refreshing," suggested Tighnari, offering a bowl filled with colorful slices.

"Soup first," Diluc said firmly, presenting a thermos of warm, savory broth.

You couldn't help but laugh at their attempts to sway your decision. "Alright, alright, I'll eat everything eventually," you said, trying to calm the frenzy. But they only seemed to become more determined.

But after a little, they gave up (some merely pretended to) with low, disappointed mumbles. Everyone began to pick out their food and ate, talking amongst one another, playing cards or simply just admiring the view (you).

You were about to eat some chicken when Venti interrupted once again. "Here, try this," Venti said, playfully feeding you a bite of apple pie. You chewed and smiled, the sweetness filling your mouth.

"How about this one?" Xiao asked, gently offering a piece of grilled fish. You accepted it, savouring the flavor as the others looked on with amusement and jealousy.

"Hey, no fair, we wanted to feed them too!" Itto exclaimed, crossing his arms.

"There's enough for everyone," you reassured, reaching out to take a bit from the various dishes presented to you. Each bite brought new flavors and voices vying for your attention.

Amidst the laughter and friendly arguments, you felt a wave of happiness. This chaos, this silly competition to see who could please you the most, was very amusing to watch unravel before you.

After everyone had their fill, you wiped your mouth and looked around at the eager faces. "Alright, you can go play now," you said with a grin. Childe erupted cheers, being the first to jump up, thanking you and grabbing Ittos arm.

"Finish the chase you started," He sneered, wanting to show everyone of how much of an idiot Itto was. "Oh, you're on!" Itto replied, beginning to chase Childe like a madman while Childe taunted him.

"Those idiots.." Diluc sighed, looking away from the embarrassing sight. You hummed in response, continuing to bite down on the fruits as you watched them both. "How do you even put up with them?" Diluc asked.

You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't even know."

Albedo, Tighnari, and Cyno stayed behind, preferring a quieter afternoon. They sat with you, Albedo sketching in his notebook while Tighnari discussed botanical topics. You listened intently, occasionally asking questions there and then.

Zhongli and Wriothesley settled beside each other, munching on the snacks. and offering you some there and then. Al haitham, Kaveh and Ayato simply talked to one another, playing the game you taught them—"I Spy".

It was quite fun, it started off as a small group but others began to join after overhearing them play. It seemed fun. Needless to say, Heizou, Dottore, Gorou, Lyney, Venti and Wanderer joined in, some screamed out in excitement, their eyes scanning the area to find the answer.

The sight was funny, for you anyway. Seeing them get all riled up over the wrong answer and fighting over who would go next.

Neuvillette, Thoma, Kazuha, Kaeya, Diluc and Baizhu all did their own things, Neuvillette was staring at the lake, watching the ducks swim by and the frogs hopping on one lily pad to another.

Thoma secured each container and made sure that the rubbish was in the rubbish bag, Kazuha watched the scenery and scribbled in his book, Kaeya laid down on your legs, feeling content as you played with his hair. Diluc finally got seated down next to you and simply sat there, enjoying your presence.

And Baizhu was now seated up, snacking on some of the food that you saved for him and ChangSheng.

While watching the things around you, you felt happy, overwhelmingly happy, the aura was so positive, and everyone was having fun and that made you happy.

It made you realise that you needed to record the memories somehow so that you could always look back and remember the feelings you felt back then.

Grabbing your phone from your pocket you pressed the record button, recording the men playing I Spy, they laughed and yelled, enjoying themselves.

You took a moment to soak it all in, feeling a warm sense of contentment. Being surrounded by so many people who cared about you made your heart swell with love.

"What are you doing?" Diluc questioned, leaning towards your side and watching you record them. You don't take your eyes off the phone and just smile. "Recording memories, they look so happy."

Diluc hums, eyes glancing up at you and then down at your phone. "Do you mind if I borrow your phone for a moment?" he asked, his voice gentle.

You glanced at him, surprised but trusting. "Sure, go ahead."

He took the phone from your hand, and you expected him to record the others playing. Instead, he turned the camera towards you, your phone capturing your surprised expression. "Smile," He softly said.

"W—Wait! Not my face!" You shrieked, instinctively covering your face with your hands, your voice muffled behind your fingers. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, embarrassed by the sudden attention.

"Why not? I think it's important to have memories of you as well," he replied, his eyes meeting yours through the screen. He gently pulled your hands away from your face, trying to coax you into letting him capture your smile.

You peeked through your fingers, feeling both shy and touched by his words. "Because… I don't know. I just prefer being behind the camera," you admitted, eyes not meeting the lens.

"Well, I think it's time you get used to being in front of it," Diluc said, his smile still so gentle and tender. He held the phone steady, patiently waiting for you to relax.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly lowered your hands, trying to muster the courage to face the camera. "Alright, but just for a moment," you said, your voice shaky yet determined.

He began recording again, and you tried to smile naturally, feeling embarrassed. "There you go," he encouraged, his eyes never leaving yours. "See? It's not so bad."

You couldn't help but laugh at his persistence, the sound light and genuine. "Fine, you win," you said, finally giving in.

Diluc laughed along with you, "Perfect," he said, his voice filled with affection. "Alright, let me record the rest of them now." You laughed, getting back your phone and making sure that you videoed everyone.

But that wasn't enough. You began to take photos of everyone, mid-eating pictures, photos of Childe and Itto panting, falling onto the ground as the passerby looked at the both of them in confusion. There was a picture for everyone.

You took some photos of the scenery as well, especially the sky and the lake although some of the photos included the faces of the men. "Is it okay if I post this on my story? It's friends only." You pointed at the photo in your gallery, waiting for Ayato's response.

Ayato smiled, nodding his head. "I don't mind, just make sure that I look good before posting" You rolled your eyes playfully. "Of course, I wouldn't do you dirty."

You took your time in picking out a good song for the picture for your story, making sure to edit it and make it look aesthetically pleasing for your friends. You posted a lot, around six or more photos, even some silly filter selfies with you and Diluc.

(Diluc would rather die than admit it but he really enjoyed the silly filters with you, especially the alien and dog ones.)

"Why do we look like that?"

"It's called a filter! Here, look.." You flipped the camera around, the lens focusing on Heizou's face as he continued guessing, unaware of the filter on his face that sharpened his features and gave him a whole facelift.

Holding back your laughter you let out small laughs, trying to not attract attention. "See?"

"Do it on Pierro."

"Oh, you're evil."

The sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the park, Some of the men had fallen asleep, and you were fighting the urge to just fall asleep in a click.

You felt a wave of drowsiness wash over you and leaned your head on Diluc’s shoulder, your eyes growing heavy.

Diluc, silent as ever, noticed your weariness. He adjusted himself slightly to give you a more comfortable spot, his shoulder a firm support.

Childe, who had recovered from being chased around by Itto, bounded towards you, ready to call out your name with his enthusiasm. “Hey, Y/N–”

His voice died in his throat as he caught sight of Diluc’s glare. “Wake them up and I’ll murder you,” Diluc’s eyes promised without needing to utter a word.

Childe, recognizing the threat behind those eyes, immediately clamped his mouth shut, smiling sheepishly before turning around and walking over to where the others were.

The other men, aware of your state, exchanged nods and communicated in hushed tones, not daring to wake you up.

"It's getting late, should we go back?" Kazuha questioned, his eyes scanning the sky and the park, there were fewer people and it was comfortingly quiet with the occasional chirping of the birds.

"The sun is setting…" Neuvillette pointed out, his gaze wavering on your sleepy face. It didn't take long until the rest of the men agreed that they should leave.

Diluc carefully shifted, preparing to carry you back home. With the help of Zhongli and Ayato, they managed to hoist you onto Diluc’s back without disturbing your sleep.

As they began to walk back to your place, the gentle rhythm of Diluc’s steps and the warmth of his body slowly roused you from your sleep. You blinked groggily, realizing that someone was carrying you.

Diluc’s warmth enveloped you, his warmth was comforting and he smelled good as well. You instinctively nuzzled closer to him, feeling safe and content.

“Sorry for waking you,” Diluc’s voice was soft, almost apologetic. “We’re heading back now.”

You smiled sleepily, the drowsiness still present. “No, it’s okay,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Diluc’s hold on you tightened slightly, the others walked around you, occasionally glancing back to ensure you were alright, their faces a mixture of concern and affection.

The walk back was quiet for the most part, the earlier energy of the day giving way to a peaceful silence. The night air was filled with the sounds of crickets and the soft rustle of leaves.

Each step Diluc took was steady and deliberate, the warmth radiating off his back made you want to fall back asleep but as you lifted up your head you realised that you were near your home.

Finally, arriving at your place, Diluc gently lowered you down, ensuring you were steady on your feet. The men began to settle their things, chatting softly among themselves about the day's events.

Thoma and Aether immediately took charge of the kitchen, efficiently cleaning up and wrapping the leftovers with practised ease.

You made your way to your bedroom, grabbing a white top and shorts before walking into the bathroom, and stepping into the shower, the warm water cascaded over your skin, washing away the tiredness and leaving you feeling rejuvenated.

You let the water run along your back, letting out a sigh from the sensation. This is what you need after a day out.

The familiar scent of your body wash enveloped you, a comforting aroma that lingered even as you stepped out. Dressed in a simple white top and shorts, you felt ready to wind down for the evening. You stepped out of the bathroom and walked towards the washing machine, throwing your clothes into the machine.

"Feeling better?" Aether asked, looking up at you as he sat on the couch, reading a comic book. You nod your head, plopping down beside him. "You smell good," He crooned, leaning in towards you, his nose almost touching your neck.

You let out a whine at the ticklish sensation, pushing his head away. "It's my body wash, maybe you should try it." Aether offered you a small smile. "Hm, maybe."

One by one, the rest of the men took their turns in the shower, each emerging looking more relaxed and at ease. Despite the tiredness evident on their faces, there was an underlying sense of contentment from the day well spent. It was already 7 pm, and the house buzzed with a quiet, tired energy.

Diluc, always attentive, handed you a cup of tea. “Here, this should help you relax,” he said, his voice soft and caring. You took the cup gratefully, the warmth seeping into your hands as you sipped.

“Thanks,” you murmured, giving him a small, appreciative smile.

The living room was soon filled with the men, some lounging on the couches, others finding comfortable spots on the floor. Xiao sat nearby, his usually stern expression softened as he listened to the soft music that played on your record player.

Thoma and Cyno joined you on the couch, Thoma still drying his hair with a towel. “Today was fun,” Thoma said, his eyes sparkling with the remnants of the day’s excitement.

You hummed, taking another sip of your tea. “It really was. I’m glad we got to spend time together like this.”

Cyno smiled warmly. “We should do it more often. It’s good to take a break. And the games we played were fun as well.”

Before you could respond, the persistent buzzing of your phone pulled your attention away from the peaceful evening. You picked up your phone, noticing the flurry of notifications from friends reacting to your latest story.

Messages like

"Oh my gosh!! So pretty!" and "You didn't invite me?? :(" filled your lock screen. Some friends commented, "Looks like you had a lovely time, next time invite me xx" and "WOWW!! Who are those cuties??"

One particularly bold message read, "You gotta give me their number, mannn, they…" trailing off suggestively.

Smiling, you responded to each message, enjoying the interaction. You took a little more time replying to Elisa, your new friend who had recently joined your circle. Despite her outward friendliness, there was something about her that felt off, but you pushed that thought aside.

Perhaps she was just shy?

Her message read,

"Hey, saw your story! That looked like so much fun! Are you free tomorrow night? There's this amazing party my friends hosting at 8 PM, it's going to be epic and it lasts till the next morning. There will be plenty of boys and girls as well~ You should totally come!"

After a moment's hesitation, you replied,

"Hey Elisa! Thanks for the invite. That sounds fun! I think I'll come, no drinking though…"

Elisa's response was almost instant.

"Great! Can't wait to see you there! Wear something cute! If you can't find any I'll lend you mine, or I can help you piece 'em up together! Night!"

As you put your phone down, you couldn't help but feel excitement and slight unease about the party. "Everything okay?" Zhongli's calm voice broke your reverie. He had a knack for sensing your moods.

"Yeah, just got invited to a party tomorrow night," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Will you be going?" he asked, his eyes steady on yours.

"I think so," you said, smiling. "It might be nice to get out with my friends for a bit."

Zhongli nodded, though his gaze remained thoughtful. "Just be careful. Parties can be unpredictable."

Wriothesley, sitting nearby, chuckled. "We'll make sure you get there and back safely." You smiled gratefully at his words. "Aw, thank you! You guys are the best" Wriothesley let out a cough, looking away with a slight tint of red at the tip of his ears.

Suddenly the wall looked interesting.

The evening went on, the men gradually settled into a comfortable silence. Albedo and Kazuha were engrossed in a deep discussion about poetry and science as usual, while Kaeya and Itto exchanged playful banter, their laughter filling the room.

You found yourself gravitating towards the large window, looking out at the darkening sky. The stars were beginning to twinkle, and the moon cast a soft glow over everything.

Childe plopped down next to you, his usual boisterousness tempered by the day’s events. “You did good today, keeping everyone together,” he said, a hint of admiration in his voice.

You chuckled softly. “It’s not that hard when you have such great company.”

Childe grinned, his eyes twinkling at your words. “Still, it’s nice to see you enjoying yourself. You deserve it.”

The room gradually quieted as the tiredness caught up with everyone. Diluc suggested that everyone get some rest. “We’ve had a long day. Let’s all get some sleep,” he said, his tone gentle yet firm.

You nodded in agreement. “He’s right. We should all rest up.”

The men began to disperse, finding their respective sleeping spots. Some of them opted for the couches and floor cushions, while others made their way to the guest room or into your room.

Today, Baizhu and Lyney would be the (lucky) ones to sleep in your bed. They all made their way to your bed with Baizhu going first, you, and then Lyney. Settling in, you pulled the covers over you all, feeling snug as you immediately began to melt into your bed.

"Night guys," You yawned, sleeping on your side, closing your eyes as Thoma closed the lights and rolled the blinds down, the room fully dark now. "Good night." They responded all at different times, some had already fallen asleep.

"This week I can leave campus early, so I'll go buy some more mattresses for you guys okay" The men hummed in response. "Who's coming with you?" Wanderer asked because if you didn't have someone set in your mind, he called dibs.

You let out a sigh, thinking about your answer. "I'm not sure… anyone I guess."

"I call dibs." Wanderer quickly stated.

"Hey no fair! I was going to call dibs!" One said.

"I dibbed in my mind so I was the first one" Another said.

"It doesn't work like that, idiot!"

The house soon fell into a peaceful silence, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of blankets and the soft breathing of your companions.

But for some odd reason, you couldn't fall asleep despite how tired you felt (possibly might be because of the tea). You couldn't shake the nagging thought that… the joy you experienced might be the last time you would see them all.

You knew that they didn't belong in your world, that they would have to return one day, but in the back of your mind, you prayed that luck would be on your side. But the realization hit you like a punch to the gut, wondering what the future held for them all.

You knew better, you told yourself, "Don't get attached." but now? You could care less, even if would hurt you in the end. Instead, you chose to embrace the present moment, savouring every laugh, every smile, and every shared memory as if it were your last.

You closed your eyes, feeling the comfort of the day’s memories. Surrounded by the people you cared about, you let yourself drift off to sleep, knowing that no matter what, you were never alone.

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[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Hello love could you do one with aemond being betrothed with daemons and rheas daughter and his super whipped with his future lady of runestones because she’s just like her late mom mixed with that crazy Targaryen gene.

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Aemond x reader

summary: Aemond being betrothed with daemons and rheas daughter and his super whipped with his future lady of Runestones because she’s just like her late mom mixed with that crazy Targaryen gene.

Word count: 1,5K

Warnings: Fluff, Sword fighting

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

"Higher" Your father instructed attacking you yet again, you raised your sword high defending his attack pushing him away. Your father smirked twirling his sword as he circled you. You refused to turn around and kept the same position eyes trained on the crowd that stood around you two watching.

You did not have to see to know he was about to attack from behind. You turned around a second too early and deflected his attack. Your father chuckled but attack again you raised your sword meeting the attack with your own, you were nowhere near your father in strength so you used strategy and pushed the sword making him circle the sword before dropping it a couple of feet away.

You stood facing each other panting, you had your sword in hand still while your father was weaponless. He raised his hands up in defeat smirking at you. The crowd around you began clapping and murmuring to one another, especially the ladies about how manly your actions were and how they would never wish someone like you for their sons and brothers.

"Well done, tala" Daughter. Your father picked up Dark Sister strapping her by his side again. You threw your sword at your sworn sword to put away. Your father wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you away from the crowd.

"I was taught only by the best" You snickered. He glared down at you pushing you away playfully.

"Ah yes your mother" He rolled his eyes. You grinned and wrapped your arm around him again holding him in place.

"I love you as well, kepa" Father. He hugged you again resuming your walk up the stairs where Rhaenyra was waiting for you two.

"Finally you two are done, you have to bathe and wear something nice, father wishes to have dinner with all of us" Rhaenyra instructed. She pulled away from your father before he could wrap an arm around her. She had a disgusted look on her face. Still having his arm wrapped around you, you tilted your head to smell below his arm scrunching up your face in disgust.

"Yes father, you smell like a dead horse" You pulled away from him. His face flashed to an offended look bringing his hand up to show his hurt.

"You too young lady, if he smells like a dead horse you smell like a dead bull" Rhaenyra defended your father without a second thought. You scrunched up your face at the choice of animal.

"Ha" Your father cried pointed at you smirking. You pushed his finger away grumbling as you walked away. You couldn't help the small smile from brightening your face at the sound of you father's laugh as he followed Rhaenyra to their room.

Your handmaidens helped you bathe quietly and dressed you in a black dress with some red dragons sewed on the shoulders and in the middle of your bodice above your breasts. You put on a whit gold necklace with a ruby in the middle with matching earrings. Your hair was made into several braids and pulled back out of your face but still cascaded down your back in beautiful waves when dried. It was Jace who had escorted you to the room by the orders of Rhaenyra, not that you minded, Jace was a bright kid who also insisted on High Valyrian lessons with and chose your quick walk as an opportunity to practice some of it.

You two were one of the last to arrive only minutes before the King and Queen. You were sat beside Jace with Aemond on your other side and Aegon and Helaena on his other side. You were grateful that you were not sat beside the drunk, at least Aemond did not bother you, he did not talk to you at all a matter of fact.

"You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you all here around me" Your uncle spoke gleefully although he looked minutes away from death. You smiled at him when your eyes met and raised your cup saluting him before taking a sip.

"I would like to use this supper to announce a new betrothal in the family between my son Aemond-" Everyone turned to look at Aemond beside you. He raised his eyebrow at the attention but gave no other reaction.

"_and my beautiful niece, may their marriage prove to be filled with love and fruitful in Runestone" Your uncle raised his cup with his good hand. Your eyes snapped to your father awaiting his reaction. He gave you a nod to show he had known of this and raised his cup along with Rhaenyra.

You took your cup and turned to Aemond who did the same. You two saluted each other before taking a sip form your cups. Aegon on the other hand gulped his entire cup down and demanded someone refill his cup again. Aemond pushed his chair back and stood up with his cup raised in front of him.

"I would like to raise my cup to Lady Royce-" You knew this was a jab at your father since you were given your mother's last name instead of his in order to inherit Runestone after her.

"-I am sure many men will be jealous that I will have such a beautiful wife who is also good with a sword and as strong as a bull" Your eyes flashed up at the mention of the animal. He smirked down at you making your cheeks heat up embarrassed. You sipped on the wine trying to hide your smile as he sat back down beside you.

"A bull?" You questioned turning to face him. Aemond leaned closer to you so he could whisper.

"I am glad you do not smell as one however" He teased. You giggled shaking your head.

"You heard about that?" You asked. He nodded eyes flashing over to your father and Rhaenyra who were whispering to one another while eyeing you two.

"I do smell like one after I train" You tested the waters. Aemond's eyes gleamed as he let out a small laugh.

"This sentence means two things-" He held up two of his fingers in front of your face.

"- I need to stay in shape and get used to the smell of bulls my lady" He put his hand down on top of your own on the table. You grinned raising an eyebrow.

"Why? Are you afraid I can defeat you if we were to spar?" You asked leaning even closer to him. Aemond hummed with a smirk before turning back to Aegon who was nudging him none stop muttering something you could not hear nor understand. You rolled your eyes at your other cousin's antics and turned to look at the rest of your family.

The next morning you were surprised at the sight of Aemond outside your door asking for a spar. You agreed and followed him to the training yard where you father was awaiting you. He narrowed his eyes at the sight of his nephew coming with you.

"Will you watch us uncle?" Aemond asked smirking at your father. His jaw ticked annoyed but nodded nonetheless.

You pulled out your swords facing each other expectantly. Aemond attacked first but you moved to the side just in time making him stumble a little. He tried again but you deflected his attack, he was stronger than you but not as much as your mother and father meaning you needed no big strategy to defeat him.

"Come on my prince, you can do better" You mocked twirling you sword. He raised his sword above his head and brought it down you back away letting hit the ground and his his shoulder with the blunt side of your sword. He groaned raising his head to look at you.

"I wish not to hurt you, my lady" He responded. This time you attacked, tricking him that you were going for his head and the second his sword was high enough you dropped it only to catch it with your other hand hitting his belly again but with the side of the sword, you did not wish to hurt him as well, you liked him.

You looked up at him to finding him looking at you fascinated with a spark in his eyes. You smirked swiping your leg down bringing him on his back with an "Omph" from his lips. You straddled his stomach holding the sword to his neck.

"You needn't be gentle with me, I am stronger than I look" You teased. Aemond smirked placing his hands on your thighs.

"I will keep note of that for later on" He raised his hips lightly. A blush creeped up your neck covering your cheeks as well. You two jumped at the sound of a throat clearing to find your very unamused father glaring at the both of you love sick idiot.

"Do not do that in front of me if you wish to give me grandchildren" Daemon threatened his nephew. Aemond squirmed uncomfortable. You rolled your eyes as you moved off Aemond helping him to his feet.

[danvy121994]

Promised pt 1

Author note: this is part 1 of my first every fanfic! I hope you like it and sorry if there’s any errors English is not my first language <3

Anthony Bridgerton x reader

Synopsis: yn is stuck in a marriage with a man she knows nothing about, apart from the fact that he’s a rake and that his only concerns are his work and he’s family, but who knows what the future might hold for her…

Since the age of fourteen , YN was aware that she would have to marry out of love.

After Edmund Bridgerton died, the oldest son took the title, and with that came many responsibilities; the year after her husband's death Violet hopend up with one of her closest friends about her concerns, Anthony was a young man, whit too much responsibilities for his age, and because of that he wasn’t looking towards a marriage, instead he was going after women of easy virtue and solemnly concentrating on his work as a Viscount. Her friend hearing those words thought of an idea, to promise her daughter to the Viscount and make them marry once she was eighteen, so that he could live his life and learn to be a Viscount in the meantime. She agreed, and that is where our story started…

On the day of her eighteen birthday YN wasn’t happy as she should have been, eighteen for most women is the age when they become a woman, for her eighteen meant the start of her imprisonment.

She always dreamed of meeting the Perfect Man, during a perfect evening and falling in love and with only one glance knowing that they were made for one another. That would never happen.

This is what she thought of as she was getting ready to meet for the first time, and also marry, her future husband. Obviously she as read many thighs about him, from the most famous writer among the ton , lady whistledown, and the more she read the more she was scared of finally meeting him, a dark and handsome man, or at least that’s what they say; he was a rake, he had been with so many women that the author of the newspaper lost the count, and he was very secretive about his life, never engaging in conversations for longer that it needed and often bluntly telling people if he didn’t like them, as much as he could of course since he was a Viscount and needed to keep the family honor ; If there was one thing that she liked about Anthony Bridgerton was his love towards his family, it was something that they shared, if it wasn’t for the love towards her parent yn would have already tried to escape from this union, she knew how much it meant for her mother, so she sat in her chair, quietly as the maids were helping her get ready. As she was so lost in her trail of thoughts she didn’t hear the door opening, a girl appeared from the door,

She had a baby in her arms and as she was walking towards her she spoke “ you must be lady Y/S/N? I am daphne, Anthony’s sister, and you look even more pretty that I imagined” she’s nice, yn thought, “ it’s a pleasure to meet you lady Hastings” she has read of her on lady wistledown, oh how she wishes that she would get a love story like hers. They weren’t able to talk much further because a maid came in the room announcing the start of the ceremony, and in that moment yn was certain that from that moment on, her life would never be the same, in fact she was certain that from that moment on, her life would get even worst once tied to the one of the viscount.

[jayjayr]

FIC IDEA (IF YOU WRITE THIS MY LIFE IS YOURS)

YANDERE WHIT X READER (SMUT OR FLUFF OR EVEN BOTH)

[haisuu]

Can you do you write Hcs or scenarios with Arturo Ace Whit and Charles joining there lover father for a driving test just to get his blessing and this happen (Driving Test video is base on Phineas and Ferb Driving Test Watz)

I’ll Try My Best!

A (Driver’s) Test

Arturo; Ace; Whit; Charles x Reader (separate)

Summary: They’ve got to get your father’s blessing..shouldn’t be that hard right? Just a simple drivers test, and they’ll be done! But it turns out to be a bit more complex than expected…

a/n: I’m just trying to get back to a consistent posting schedule rn lol (it’s not happening)

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Arturo Giles!

He must admit, your parents did not match up to your beauty at all! But he does need your father’s blessing…

When he hears about the idea of a drivers test, he becomes a bit skeptical though…

Oh, whatever! If they have any sense in them, then they should make it easy, right?

…Nope.

As soon as he saw the upcoming trip he’d have to endure, he instantly felt a sense of fear for a brief moment.

But, he’d do anything for you! So he’ll do it, just to get this over with and get your father’s blessing!

He was able to ace the test, flying colors! But he must admit, your family is quite..eccentric.

“Y/n, your family is..interesting, to say the least.” He said, as you chuckled alongside him.

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Ace Markey!

He’s a scaredy cat, he’s not making it let’s be real..might as well try though, right? …right?

Yeah, before the test even starts he’s already muttering screaming at himself to get out of here..

But in the end, he can’t, he needs your father’s blessing and he’d do anything for you!

Yeah, he ended up crashing into the lake and had to be saved by your dad to make sure he didn’t drown..

Safe to say..he didn’t pass the test, but your dad still cut him some slack and gave him his blessing anyway, so..success?

On the way home, he rambled to you about how he both was not scared at all and how he felt like he’d piss his pants every single second that passed by.

“Your father practically tried to kill me, love! I don’t know what he’s thinking to be honest..”

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Whit Young!

He’s..not too scared when he sees the following driving path. I mean sure he might die in the lake but he’ll be ok! Right?

He’s already met your father and he was a kind man, so it was perhaps unexpected to see a bit of a grueling task, but he wasn’t too worried.

I mean, he was sure he was going to pass, cracking a joke or too before the test started.

…he ended up crashing into the lake…he didn’t die though, so that’s good!

Your father decided to have mercy on him, recognizing the chemistry between you two!

And now, here Whit was, rambling over the fact he almost died, he seemed to have gotten over it quick though, since he was now teasing you as usual.

“Come on, Y/n! You totally were missing me while I was doing the test, weren’t you?”

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Charles Cuevas!

To say Charles was skeptical about the test was understatement..he didn’t find the need for it quite frankly. It’s evident you two love each other, so there’s really no need, right?

Oh, but he’s absolutely head over heels for you, if he dies professing his love to you this way, he’ll die happy, so he’ll do it.

When your father first met him, he thought Charles was perfect for you in almost every way!

He was only concerned that Charles wouldn’t put in the effort or make you feel safe and comfortable in the relationship. Which is why he felt he needed Charles to take this test.

Charles had a few nerves going into it, mainly worried about the lake, and the sharp turns. But he knew he’d be able to do it.

Safe to say, he passed! He was very happy, but only let a small smile onto his face as he saw you smile with glee.

You two decided to walk home, your house wasn’t far anyway! And he needed a bit of a break.

“I told you I could do it, Y/n. Did you really doubt me?” He said in a both teasing yet serious tone to you.

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Hey, Hey, Hey! Hope you enjoyed! Please know that I have huge mental/writer’s blocks when it comes to writing so please be patient! I do appreciate all the requests though! Please be safe, take care of yourself, and have fun! Bye!

[thatgirlsza]

Seek Him Warmth (part 1)

masterlist part 2 Getou x fem!reader Cn: Mastubation, sexual imagery, cheating, verbal abuse, mild violence, panic attacks, fainting

The rain fell heavy against the black tar, heels beating on it rhythmically. The bottom frills of the cotton dress and petticoat dragged themselves on the wet floor, making it wet and filthy. The night was pitch dark, and the only light that dared to flow into her darkness was the warm candles of the church, the distant light you moved close to.

Upon reaching it, you wonder what a follower would do so late inside her comforting walls at night. You began to wonder if the priest and other ministers had gone to sleep, but you were so alone. soft nose wet like a dog's stuff and filled with snot; eyes sore and dry; oh, so tired of weeping. You’d travelled too far to just stand in front of these great big doors and simply look at them? So with a wave of courage, you push the heavy door forward, and they creak at the feel of your pressure against them, pushing it against its old hinges.

Your muddy feet scrape against the carpet as you invade her, your eyes darting all over to observe the old stone building and her stained glass windows. lit up by candles along the side walls and the stage-like area with thick white wax candles, their tears dripping into small blobs below them.

There at the stage, a couple, a young one with the softness of his shoulders and the slimness of her body, were on their knees before the priest. His voice—had you not noticed before?—was soothing and warm, like sap dripping down the throat of an orchid, as he sang a prayer for them, one for them to grow in one another.

You languidly walk toward the altar, finding yourself looking at the priest, draped in black, hands atop the young couples heads, inky locks in a bun, eyes soft-looking even as he spoke. His lips were rosy, and his tongue was red as it occasionally darted to lick his drying lips as he prayed. So soft-looking, you thought as you leaned your hips to the side of the benches. As if he heard your thoughts, his eyelids fluttered, obsidian darts in your direction as he knew you had been there, staring, wondering...

“Amen.”

He starts, and a lump forms in your throat as you hold his eyes in yours. The air is getting hotter, and the rain is getting louder in the windows. His eyes move off you and soften to the couple before him. “You are both now blessed. Enjoy the fruit of your holy union.” He speaks again, his voice soothing. The two before him bow emphatically, and you can hear them exhale deeply, contently, and happily. They run off the altar and past you; the brush of them moving past teases your cloak hood to come off your head, but do you even notice it with eyes locked on the man before you?

He surely does, the falling cloth nearly showing a fine maiden. Goodness, you are beautiful. The candles make you glow golden in the light under that hood. “Take off the hood.” He whispers softly and darkly. “It’s disrespectful.” He catches himself. You splutter, hands coming up to swap it so the cloth dances along your shoulders, voices rasping. “My apologies, Father Getou.” Getou could purr from the way his name sits so neatly on your soft tongue. “It’s no issue.” He heaves before turning on his heel towards the candles. The look of twisted hair cascading along your shoulders makes his head clouded.

You breathe softly, fisting your small hands, trying to keep the tears from spilling over your pretty lashes. “My husband is at a brothel tonight. I suspect he's been there for a while.” The shake in your speech makes Getou turn back to you, anger slowly rising under his calm face, or was it masked with disgust? Either way, it made you duck your head away from his gaze and keep your face warm. “He last touched me the night we wed.”

You choked out, softly remembering it. The pain between your tender lips, the sound of his animalistic voice, his hands slapping across your breasts, and when his watery, off-white seed covered you, dripping down your thighs You knew it was bad for you; you wished he wouldn’t touch you again, but he was at a brothel. All the women knew you were a laughing stalk, the woman with the loose lips, too big to hold a man. You just wanted something—a refuge. The bed was too cold tonight, and you sniffled as loudly as the rain.

"Come forth,” Getou spoke, and you sniffled a bit, approaching the altar with your head hung in shame. You stood at the foot of the altar and awaited his words.

“Closer.” Did he grumble like that to all? Was it supposed to make you shiver like that? From the top of your head to the tip of your spine.

You step up on the first step.

“Closer.” Again, it was gentler than stern. You repeated the second step, and his black cloak came into view.

"Closer to me.” He whispered, and you bit back an achy cry that threatened to leave your throat. You step, and you stand before him.

The oak, cinnamon, and rain scent invades your nose and is pleasantly flooded with the smell of wet orchids and honey. Should a woman as sweet and innocent as yourself smell like sin? He was sure you tasted sweet like it.

Hooking his finger under your chin and pressing his thumb to the tip of it, he lets his eye devour yours. His other knuckle caresses tears on your cheeks away. “Allow me to take you." He steps closer to you, and you feel your body gravitating toward his figure. The rain is loud, like a million knocks on glass. The warm light does little to excuse the heat building in your body; every nerve ending is awaking at his touch.

“Let me take care of you.”

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“Where are you off too?” he asked, and you felt your hands tighten the corset a little more than you’d wanted. “It’s Sunday, to the church." You spoke, moving to gather your dress off the chair and throw it up and over your body, shimming down for it. The soft frills hit the floor, and your hands fly up the zipper, pulling it up.

“Why all of a sudden? Have you become a religious nut?” He asked, groaning with a creak of the bed, his eyes looking at how your breasts were swelling sweetly under your bodies and corset. You nearly gag his eyes at you, so hungry and disgusting. You are quick to grab your white blouse and pull it on before tucking it in.

“A nut, you say? Well, sorry to disappoint; I'm just going to make amends with my religion.” You speak while sitting to pull on your short black heels before raising to look up at your face and grabbing some powder. You dust it over your nose and shoulders. Then your perfume lets its mist shower you as your husband rises on the bed behind you.

“You sure? Mrs. Nanami told me she saw you stumbling towards the church a few nights ago. The night it was raining?” His voice is questioning and suspicious. How can he ask when he is unfaithful? Yet it makes you freeze, your eyes darting to his brooding face in the mirror back to yourself as you fiddle with your already down hair. “Oh, interesting. That’s the night I had the revelation to confess my sins at the altar; you weren’t here, so I figured it wouldn’t have been an issue.” You spoke, pulling forward a box of golden and silver jewellery. The cold golden rose decorates your collar.

"Be careful and don’t go out late. I might come home. I wouldn’t want to come home to nothing. You are still my wife.” He growled at you, his eyes piercing behind your neck. The possession in his voice made you want to cry, with tears lumping in your throat. Oh, how he treats you like dirt—his dirt to kick around. You close the box and push it back to its place. You rise out of your chair and make your way to the church.

That day you were a little frazzled, mostly by your husband's word that morning. They felt sticky and icky at the back of your throat, making it hard to breathe as you conquered the hill up towards the church. The loud bell rang out, and the distant chatter of fellow followers crowded you as you primly walked towards her large doors. Before they stood, most of the ministers were draped in their black coats with a large scarf hanging off their shoulders. Eyes dart around even as you bow to Father Nanami, scanning, yet you couldn't see the black-haired father anywhere.

As you look around the church, it lingers with unfamiliarity. Her walls are still brick with candle stands and had fat globs of dry wax hanging off them; the altar was still decorated with unlit candles like always; and then the benches still stood in their places, dark wood that was forever still. It looked nothing like the night you first came, soaked and teary-eyed; instead, it looked like what should have been when you stepped into her halls that night. Prim and proper, steadily put together in faith. not falling apart and dripping thick wax on the floor.

You walk up the aisle to the benches right in front and place your hand under your skirt, pulling it so you sit tall, strengthened, and pretty. All prime and proper as a wife should be. Beside you and all around you, the church benches filled with distant chatter, thumbing against the walls. You paid it no mind, your fingers gently tapping the small bible on your lap before occasionally stroking down the soft white frills. You look to the stand atop the altar, awaiting his soft caress of a voice.

You are so concentrated, your eyes narrowing, and your tunnel vision is distracting you from seeing the sharp eyes that look to you from behind the blood-red curtains on the sides of the altar. Raking and watching The soft gold necklace circling your neck, draping on top of soft, dough-like mounds He grabbed his own larger one in his hands, trying to gain composure, reminding himself of his promise to it. The one you are tempted to shatter, shatter at the sound of your voice, the feeling of your buttery skin, the feeling of everything you wanted to feel and give.

He draws the curtains back and steps out, inhaling and looking down at his people. giving them a big smile Farther Getou steps out, his eyes constantly drifting to the finger caressing the bible on her soft thighs. Swallowing hard, he begins the service, recomposing himself. “Good morning, Children of the Lord.'' His voice is different, lighter yet still like a melody dripping in honey. "Today, let us open in prayer, Father Gojo, please. After we have announcements, I'll deliver the word.

You wriggled in your seat as your eyes listened attentively to the annulments of weekday meetings and ceremonies that would be happening during the week. As much as the white-haired father was as entertaining as he could have been delivering them, you only listened to hear him say thank you and hand over back to Farther Getou. If that wasn't enough, you drifted from the man, down his black cloak, to the stairs of the altar, down the aisle, and to father only to see his eyes, dark and brooding, looking back at you. Your back snaps back, hitting the wooden bench. Face warm and tummy even warmer.

As the moment you had been so desperately waiting for had come, you were sitting still in your chair, too scared to look up, as you heard his shoes hit the wooden floor, trail up the steps, and still at the stand. “The scripture we are about to read was inspired by a story from one of my..." His eyes will drift to the figure sitting there, burning under his gaze, and he’ll bite the tongue that aches to cool you.

“One of the sheep of the Lord. Please let us turn to Proverbs 7:18.” Your hands swipe at the fragile paper pages until you see the words. They tickle along the back of your spine and spin about to listen to the sinful temptation he dared to call a voice before the Lord, a small gasp hiccuping in your throat.

“Come, let's drink deeply of lovemaking until morning. Let's feast on each other's love.”

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There was something about his eyes—the way they looked at you, drinking you up like an insect, drinking the sweet, sticky sap off the slits in the tree bark. They would be so dark looking at you in admiration, pure and awe struck. But instead, here in your double bed, all alone, you sank your small finger between the pudge of your thighs thinking of them looking at you with longing for more.

You let your small little voice whimper and cue as you imagine his voice go down your throat in vibrations, lips closed on your but still singing the most sickeningly sweet word of praise for how good you feel and how delicious your skin is under his tongue.

how that bastard doesn't deserve you and that warm, sticky cunny your finger pressed into so hotly. These nights were the best, and the thoughts of your husband at a brothel were long forgotten. But for the past few months, your sweet bud would harden against your panties every time you walked into church.

You wanted more.

It had been a number of months since you began going to the church more frequently, becoming a figure to look up to within its walls. Attending every Sunday and weekday session, having your book of scriptures that touched you, and even becoming a singer in the choir Your innocence and warmth were blossoming in the church, and Getou couldn’t help but admire them. You’d come there, all prim, with your hair pulled back to tickle your nape, a crisply straight skirt, a creamy blouse, and that beautiful golden rosella laying on your breast. You were still as elegant as a royal and as beautiful as what you smelled. Getou couldn’t help but intoxicate himself with your floral honey scent during group prayers.

He'd stand across from you, your head bowed and hands stretched out, to hold another’s hand. Eyes closed and plump lips moved as you prayed. What he’d give to have those wet lips around him, soft, and that tongue stroking and begging for his seed, for him to be at your mercy.

And those tender thighs—you never showed them, but your skirt didn’t hide the curve of them as you walked. He bet they were milky, soft, and tender and would squeeze his dick a little more tenderly than his hands did as he thought of you in his office. He’d thrust in between them or that plump ass until he came all over.

The thought makes him chase his orgasm more as he ruts into his hard fist, wishing it was you. Soon, his white, thick seed spills over onto his knuckles. Too busy thinking about your velvety walls instead of signing papers.

“Fuck.” He whispers. Today was a communion, and for the first time, you'd be there.

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Today you left the house a bit later. You’d dressed up in an especially beautiful dress, white and pure. similar to your intentions. Your hair brushed back into a high puff, and your lips were a rare shade of red. Today was a communion, and the whole town was there. It was a big day for the church, and it only occurred once a week. Moreover, it was a good excuse to make yourself look nice for Father Getou, a small way to feed the small crush you had developed for the man.

As to why you never seemed to attend after attending every other day of the week, it was simply your husband. He'd wake up grumpy with a scowl, whine, and grumble—threatening you not to leave the house. a result of the gambling night at the brothel with heavy drinking. His rage is fueled by liquor, the feeling of a whore spit on his dick, and he loses from the night before.

This morning, you had been brave, tightening the bow on your neck line as the bed creaked as he awoke. His eyes narrow to you, looking at you up and down, than his tired eyes furrowing. “Where are you going?” he asks, a threat lingering in his tongue, but you breathe, looking at the silver necklace around your neck for strength. The cross with the man hanging off it makes you gain courage.

“To church, your grits and eggs are on the stoves.” You speak, your voice cracking in the little fear that has settled in your throat. He caught it and ran with it, his frame growing big and confident even as you picked up your purse. “The hell you are.” He begins to slip out of bed, and you begin to walk to the bedroom door. "Yes, I am. I have you fed; there is no need to entertain you. You can just go to the brothel before it gets busy tonight.” You open the door with a click as you walk down the hall, breathing hard as anger begins to boil under your delicate skin.

Heavy steps follow you and start stepping faster as you do, but rough hands catch you like a bird shot in the air. You grunt painfully as he pulls you back to face him, reeking of alcohol and sticky dirty sex. You snarl about him spitting in your face. “Oh no, you're not going to slut my pussy out to the priest," he yells, and your throat drops to your stomach.

The idea was so appealing at night, when it was dark and the sheets felt like inky hair along your skin, but now it makes you feel dirty. “I am not.You sputter in a poor attempt to pull your arm back, but he pulls you in closer. “Don't lie to me; you don't think I see how you smile at yourself before you leave. Or how he looks at your ass, or how everyone in town is talking about how perfect you both seem. Making me a damn laughing stock all because your pussy is bad.”

Tears are now swelling in your soft eyes, and your heart beats so hard you can hear them creak in the back of your ribs. “Stupid bitch can't even get wet. I married a fucken prude who fucks the towns man of God. How fucken funny?” He smiles as he watches those soft, translucent drops from your small eyes under him. He's got you where he wants you—valuable and wanting the comfort of forgiveness.

But he is met with harsh reality as his cheek stings and a thunderous clap sounds through the house. His eyes widen in shock as you pull your arm back to wipe a stray tear from your cheek. "Goodbye. Those were the last moments in the house, and they run about in your mind as you twiddle your thumbs, waiting for the service. Suddenly you can hear all the chatter that bounces on her walls: the sun, annoyingly bright, shining softly into the building, and you tapping your fingertips anxiously against the bible on your lap.

Suddenly, a finger gently taps you, and you look up to see Mrs. Nanami with her hair up in a beautiful tight puff and a small assortment of flowers in her hair. She always sat beside you at every service, both having a designated spot on the front benches of the church. “Hey, I didn't know you were coming to communion today. This is new.” She beams—a sweet woman with an even sweeter smile.

“Why don't you go ahead to the front next to the table, since it's your first time, Father Getou will call you up regardless to demonstrate?'' Your eyes narrow, and you cock your head in confusion; she simply looks blank. "Oh, sweetheart, did you not know he always calls the newcomers up for demos?" Looking beyond her, you see the man in question; he is speaking to a few followers, and then his eyes catch you. He picks up his arm and beckons you over. "See, go on.''s the small encouragement for Mrs. Nanami as she settles as the bells ring.

Once more, he beckons you closer, his eyes looking down as you suck your plump lip between your teeth. After what happened this morning, you are not sure if it was the best thing to do—to fuel the rumours that burned and made you hot—but he wasn't here, and you need His warmth. You stand and begin shuffling along towards the altar, feeling the room go quiet and all eyes plastered on the angel booking woman who approached the table beside the priest.

You stand beside it, hands folded underneath each other on your straightened lap. Picking up the buttered pieces of bread and large cup of wine, Getou circles you, sneakily drinking in your honey floral scent, even deeper than ever before. His lips tighten, and he takes in a deep breath filled with you. You can feel it—the air being drawn away from your neck and the hairs on your nape rising to attention. “Fellow believers, we are gathered here today to drink a feed on the Lord himself, and here I am pleased to welcome a first-timer, a new church member we are very familiar with by now.'' He announces, and the church claps for you. He turns to you and smiles warmly, that darkness hidden by a pure glint. He turns away again and picks the bread up before his figure. “This is the body, and she will now indulge in it. He turns back to you, stepping so close, his clothes hold over your own, his eyes aligning with yours as he puts the bread bite before your lips.

"Open. His voice is like a gentle command, and your lips are red and shy, your pink tongue bravely grazing over the bread and daringly over the tips of his fingers. The feeling of the wet appendage on him makes him look deep into your eyes, hunting for something. Finally, as slowly as your bravery would allow, you took the bread in with your tongue and began eating it.

Getou looks down at you, looming over you as you avoid his intense eyes, obsidian threatening to bore holes in your skin. His hands were mindlessly picking up the wine and speaking. “Now she will drink.” He didn't look back at them, too afraid to look back to see that naughty mess you'd made of yourself before him inside the church's warm walls. He feels them tighten and compress around him, his uniform constricting around him. He places the golden cup on your red lips and watches as the darker liquid seeps between them.

"Swallow," you do, throat bobbing, and he crushes, restraint slipping away as he begins to see you stripping it off him and engulfing it in your pretty plump lips. So obedient we just wants to.,.

The door flies open, and the union gasps at the string of words that follow. “Oi, you sleazy whore, come back home before I tell the whole church all the filthy things I hear you say you want your precious Father Getou to do to you.” Your drunkard husband stumbles in, both hands and a large wooden stick in the other, shaped to beat you.

You gasp more at how he bravely spreads the dirty secrets you thought belonged to only you. You look at his stumble to the altar in horror. It was all too much; this was enough embarrassment you could take as hot tears flooded out of your eyes. You tumble forward, trying to comply with his words, but a strong pair of arms go out in front of you—their owners, Farther Getou and Gojo.

You try to look up at Getou, voice cracking as you try to sputter out how it was all not true, but you can't see anything beyond his hair and the tip of his nose pointed out at the discretion of your husband. You feel yourself warm with shame, your small knees giving up, knocking together as you fall to the floor, and fat tears streaming out onto your cheeks. The wooden floor suddenly sounded with steps, and you saw Father Getou approach your drunk husband.

Your breath quickens in panic, and you try to move but are steadily held back by Gojo. Your arms flail uselessly as you squabble on your knees, watching as your husband swings at him. A throaty scream makes your voice raw as the church gasps in shock. You begin to shake uncontrollably watching him break the glass bottle over his dark hair, eyes narrowing, and breathing too quickly to be useful. The church loses air in her walls as you try to greedily draw it all in, eyes unable to see behind tears. It's getting hotter under you creamy white dress and the sound of everything is becoming faint. The walls are heavy and begin to collapse, piling into you, and darkness takes over.

[sstardustt3]

"smile, you're on camera y'know?"

summary- fem!reader and joel go get grocries while reader films.

word count- 1611k

tags- Ifem!reader x joel miller I fem!reader being a horrible camera woman I pre!outbreak (like way before) I 19yo!joel I breif mention of sarah I pregnant!reader I domestic fluff I grumpy x sunshine trope I

additonal info- Hiii this is my first actual fic so sorry if it's bad and it's not proof read so sorry for some grammer mistakes and i'll end up doing another post abt this but i'm going to make a masterlist for my fics in the future and i also can do requests and prompts so if you like this and any future fics and writing please feel free to put it in! reposts are also appreciated.

time-12:35 

Date- 3/31/2001

Recording sesion- 15:28:52

“Fucckkk…” Joel groaned and shifted around in the sheets

“If you don’t get that goddamned camera out my face…what is it five?”

Your eyes drifted down to the time at the corner of the camera.

“No actually, it’s twelve thirty five. I let you sleep in.” 

 you said from behind the camcorder, having a bit of a laugh at his irritation. He rolled his eyes at your comment and put the sheets over his head. Which promptly got it pulled off and thrown onto the ground

“No c’mon get up sleepy. We have shit to do.”

“Why can’t you go yourself since you’re full dressed already?’

Despite his protests and mumbling, sadly for him he knew he could never deny you, so he begrudgingly rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, mumbling on the way. You soon followed, the cold air hitting your body once again and went to the drawer and sat the camera down as she slipped the thick whit socks on.

“He’s so adorobly in love with me, and it might seem like he hates me but trust me if you saw the way he was all over me last night you would be eating your words right now, trust.”  you chuckle to your camera, picking it up and walking to the sink in their bathroom. You hear an annoyed, slightly pained groan from joel on the toilet. 

You quickly turn your head and a grin grows on your face. “You okay in their honey?” you hear another annoyed sigh.

“Im great doll. Just fuckin’ peachy” the toilet flushed and he opened the door, one  hand on his hip and the other with his hand making a poor attempt at covering his face from her god forsaken camera that was tracking him.

“I'm starting’ to think that getting you that camera was a mistake”

He picked up his tooth brush and paste and squeezed the tube. The thick paste beading at the opening and getting wiped off on the toothpaste 

“Nonesense. Plus, wouldn’t little sarah love to see her mom and dad when they were young?”

She smiled, sitting it down on the counter and showing off  her pregnant belly to the camera. 

“Isn’t that what photos are for?”

He supposedly said. It was hard to tell with all the paste muffling him. 

“It’s the digital age.”

He didn’t dignify your teasing with a response and spit out the toothpaste and washed it all out with tap water. He whipped his lip and kissed your forehead.

“I’m guessing you wanna go somewhere?” he lazily pulled his shirt off and threw it in the hamper and you quickly seized the opportunity to zoom the grainy film all the way in to his chest to his abdomen. A cheeky smirk grew on your face at the sight. 

“It’s for groceries and to get a christmas tree. You can’t help get a christmas tree?” you quickly refuted. You zoom out and walk to window and gracefully pushed the blinds up and focused the camera on the outside. Thick snow covering the trees and the driveway covered in ice, It looked amazing on the camera, even better in real life.

“Y'know you didn’t have to wake me up for groceries, could’ve just gotten them yourself.” he mumbled, pulling the shirt over his head and slipped on his grey sweatpants.

You twirl, the camera becoming unfocuesed and slightly blurry at the abrupt halt as you dragged your foot to stop.

“Meet me in the kitchen when you’re ready.”  You call out before shutting the door.

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Time-12:42

date-3/31/2001

Recording session-27:02:24

The doors to the grocery store opens with the chime of bells accompany it as joel pushed the door with one hand and push the cart with other with your hand over his. 

“What do we really need outta here?” he said, seeming a little more awake then he was on the walk there.

The camera whirled to the fruit section they were first greeted with upon walking in. Focusing on the bright red color of the peppers and tomatoes.

“Tomatoes…cabbages…ribs....thats really it.”

“Simple enough.” he walked to the produce section and started looking through fruit, his hands turing them around and looking at them closely. You followed his hand and zoomed out a little to see his face. And once you noticed you couldn’t help but laugh at that  stupidly serious look on his face. He noticed and looked at you and your camera.

“What- what is it, why are you laughing?”  he said, with his eyebrows furrowingly slightly, making him look confused and annoyed.

“Your face, your so serious all the time baby, lighten up, please.” chucking hard, her hand that was filliming dropping to her side and hooking her arm around his neck and gave him a light kiss. His face warmed slightly in response which promptly earned a smirk from you.

“You’re too unserious.”

“You’re too serious.” the camera raised and a cheeky smile grew on your face “c’mon smile, you’re on film.” 

“Forget it.” he rolled his eyes and he refocused his attention on the fruit,inspecting it and testing the firmness to make sure it’s fresh.

The attention of the camera flew to the bakery and you made your way over. Getting welcomed by the secent of crepes, macaroons, jelly filled donutes, and other various foods. First going to the donuts, bending down to the prettily decorated display. A woman came over from the otherside, sliding the door to the side as her tongs took out the powdered donuts out and slid in a fresh new steaming hot batch with a little star star shaped candy on a stick on the top. Quickly you stood up to grab the young tired tenagers attention.

“Exuse me, ma’m?”

She turned around, and came back over, putting her arms on the top of the glss display. “Yeah?”

“Can I have two dozen of these?” you said, pointing off screen to the cute little pastry

She leaned far over the counter, ridiculously far and caused you to flinch slightly and back up.

She looked at the name plate next to the desert.

“The…fairy dust powdered donut?” she cranked her neck up to look at you.

You nodded. “Yeah those are the ones.”

She gave a quick nod and pulled back to her side, swiftly grabbing the tongs and picked up 24, 12 at at time and placed them in a bag.

“Is that it?” she asked.

“Yeah thats all.” you said,  trying to hide her shock at the womans quickness.

“That’ll be 9.95.”

You dug your hand in your purse and pulled out two fives and handed it to her which she accepted without a word and she gave back some cents.

“Have a good day ms.”

She called and you responded with a nod and walked away.

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Date-3/31/2001

Time-1:42

Recording session- 60:02:37

“Goddamn it, it feels like i spent all day in there.”

Joel sighed as he carried the bags from the store to the train station.

“Well not all day. Just…” you paused briefly. “Around two hours. Average time for a trip.”

He scoffed as he stopped at the platform. He turnt  your camera which he was also holding towards you.

“I don’t need you being a smartass.” he said from behind the camera

“It’s what I do best.” you retort with that stupid smile before turning the opposite direction. Leaning to the right to see the train coming.

“Don’t do that.” he pulled you towards him, unintentionally backing into his chest.

“Why not?” you asking while reeling your head back to look at him.

“Because I don’t want a damn bullet train to speed towards us and rip your head off because you’re being stupid.” he said, not noticing the light reddining on his face.

“Joel, your blushing.” you tease with that damned smile you’ve had on all day.

“Shut the hell up.” he quickly snapped back.

Within a few seconds the train slowly came and opened it’s doors and you quickly went inside with joel following closely behind. You took your seats and it was only when the pair sat down they realized how tired they were from standing. Joel craned his neck down to look at the camera. It was a quite a tooth rotting sight actually. You and joel holding hands on the train with both shoes in frame and yours untied. He sighed and sat the camera down on your lap and bent over to tie your shoes. You look down, slightly confused at what he’s doing.

“...What are you doing?” you mumbled as you looked down.

“Why are your damn shoes always untied is the question.”

“Hey, blame converse not me.” you said as you put your head back and sighed. 

He didn’t say anything back and you didn’t either. The entire train ride for the two was surprisingly quiet, with joel just looking into the grainy footage of the camera the whole time that had been recording the pair the whole time, that you were oh so obsessed with. He didn’t realize just how he was staring at the camera until the train speakers rang out their stop. He turned to you and saw you completely knocked out. He chucked and shoved you awake.

“Hey..” you rubbed your eye and and slowly rised as you noticed a few others on the train were, including joel

“C’mon sleepy head, smile your on camera y’know?” he said, cracking a smile. Which caused you to laugh and lightly shove him.

“Yeah, c’mon.”

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Can you do Danganronpa Despair Time Boys Hcs with a Lover who from a large family like the Loud House and introduce There boyfriend to there large family for first time

Sure! Reader in this is gonna have both younger and older siblings so if you're the oldest/youngest, sorry!

DRDT boys meeting S/O's large family for the first time

Warnings: mentions of Xander's eye injury

Gn! reader

-Xander ADORES your family

-He was a little nervous going into meeting them for the first time, but you reassure him that they'll love him (he's super charismatic, he really has nothing to worry about)

-He's really good with little kids given the amount of energy he has, so your younger siblings take a liking to him immediately. Two seconds into the meeting and he's already playing with them, letting them run around him and climb over him like he's a tree. They also think his hair is super cool which is a plus

- He does worry that they'll pull off his eyepatch and become scared after seeing his eye socket, so you make sure they all know not to touch it or pull at it beforehand

-Your older siblings can tell he's a good guy from the way he clicks with the younger family members so easily, so they don't give him as much flack as they were planning (some of them may still tease him though)

-He's more nervous when interacting with your older siblings and parents, but he loosens up a little the more he talks with them. Although, he gets really nervous if they start questioning him even slightly aggressively, he really wants to make a good impression but he thinks he'll mess it up

-Xander may be a rebel, but he's super respectful to your family. He addresses your parents as "sir" or "ma'am" and he helps with anything needed, like carrying food to the table or rounding the kids up for dinner. He really does his best to make a good impression on your family (He's aware that having a sibling/kid who's dating the ultimate rebel may be a bit off-putting)

-He assures you family that you're in good hands and that he'd never dream of hurting you, and who wouldn't believe him? He's proven to be an honest guy (ignore chapter one he was just being silly and goofy) and they respect you're decision to date him

-Your parents tell you later that they think he's a respectable young man and they'd love to have him for dinner again sometime, so it would appear you're family approves of him!

-Oh boy

-You're uhhh... you're gonna have to wait a bit before introducing Arturo to you're family

-You're also going to have to drill it into his skull that he can't insult, snark, or do anything rude whilst visiting your family, which he begrudgingly agrees to

-To be honest, he doesn't really care what you're family thinks. he loves you and you love him, so why should their opinion matter? But he understands it's important to you, so he'll try to be on his best behavior (he does tell you this though)

-Once the meeting date rolls around, he does put effort into looing nice for the occasion, you can even see him try to set his face into a less disapproving look

-Meeting you're parents is the easy part, he shakes their hands and is fairly respectful to them, trying to answer all their questions to the best of his ability. It's a bit awkward, but the real challenge is your siblings.

-He's noticeably uncomfortable with you're younger siblings trying to touch him, but when questioned about it he apologizes and says he's a bit of a germaphobe, that's all. He does try to be nice to them, but he's not great with kids so half the time he doesn't know what to say

-Your older siblings can tell somethings up with him. They fully notice his politeness is unnatural, and some of them begin asking him questions about himself, sometimes making little jabs here and there. Their suspicion makes Arturo a bit defensive, but he tries to keep his snark under control so he he'll match their energy and make little comments back at them.

-It's kinda like a game to them. Who can make digs at the other without being broken first? Stick around to find out!

-He's fairly quiet during dinner, he pretty much only speaks when spoken to, but your parents think he's the more silent type

-He thanks your parents for dinner afterwards and then he takes his leave, but he does give you a quick peck on the mouth before he goes, it's mostly a fuck you to you're older siblings because he sirs afterwards.

-You're older siblings may not like him, but your parents think he's a good kid so they approve your relationship

-Lowkey really excited but nervous to meet your family

-Levi was disowned by his own family, so he's happy he gets to experience the family dynamic again, but he’s also nervous, he really wants to make a good impression

-He’s the type to either take this super seriously and show up in a tuxedo with flowers and some homemade food for dinner or he pretends to be super chill

-Him? Nervous? Nooooo…maybe a little

-He’s surprisingly good with kids, he’s the type of guy to not know how to interact with kids but they still love him anyways

-He eventually gets used to them though, he’ll even start to join in on their little games once he feels he understands them well enough

-Hell totally let your younger siblings sit on his lap during dinner or while he’s talking to your parents, and he gives them piggy back rides if they’d like. He doesn’t mind much, he’s strong enough to carry them around and it’s one of the few ways he can bond with your siblings without it being totally awkward

-I can see him having tea parties with your younger siblings, imagine him in a big hat with a fluffy boa scarf around his neck sipping out a fake plastic teacup

-Your older siblings are a bit put off by him, not because he’s shady but because he responds to all their jokes and jabs completely seriously

-Your sibling: “I hope you take care of Y/N, it would be a shame if you hurt them and suddenly went missing one day.”

-Levi: “Of course I’ll take care of Y/N, I would never hurt them. But why would I go missing?”

-They know he’s a good guy though, he may be too serious sometimes, but he looks at you with stars in his eyes, it’s obvious to everyone in your family how much he loves you

-You’re parents love him, they see him as a respectable, quiet young man who they can have a intelligent conversation with. They hope he visits more often

-And he does! He loves your family, they’re practically his actual family at this point. He can’t wait until they legally become his in-laws!

-Levi’s the perfect gentleman to your whole family, 10/10 would introduce again

-Ace is…reluctant to meet your family, not that he’d ever let you know that (he’s not very slick though, you can tell)

-Ace is a very insecure and anxious guy, he knows what people think of him and he’s been riddled with anxiety about your parents thinking the same once they meet him. Will they hate him? Will they think he’s rude? What if they refuse to let the two of you continue dating?

-As I said earlier though, he pretends nothings wrong, in fact he acts overly confident about the whole thing

-“Don’t worry babe, you’re parents will love me, who wouldn’t? Hahahaha…”

-He’s sweating bullets once you actually get there, he promised to behave but Ace is an impulsive guy, he’s very worried he’ll blurt something out by accident

-He’s very startled by your younger siblings, he has no idea how to interact with them and he’s a little bit freaked out by them suddenly jumping on him the second he walked in the door (he definitely screamed)

-He does try to be nice, but it’s very awkward, and not in the Levi sort of way

-He’s very intimidated by your older siblings, he tries to play it cool with them but the slightest bit of hostility or pressure from them gets him defensive

-He’s pretty respectful with your parents though, he responds to there questions as politely as he’s capable of, although he does stutter a lot when speaking to them

-After dinner he’ll awkwardly offer to help your family with the clean up, he doesn’t talk unless spoken to first, he’s still way too nervous

-It’ll take him awhile to loosen up around your family, give him a few more visits and he’ll eventually get there

-Oh he’s so hyped to meet your family, you have no idea

-This man is one of the few drdt boys who’s not all that nervous to meet your family, sure he wants to make a good impression but he believes that if your truly meant to be it’ll work itself out eventually

-He’s all smiles the second he gets to the house, your entire family falls in love with him almost immediately

-The younger kids adore him, Whit’s super good with children so he has no problem engaging with them! He’ll give them piggyback rides (if they’re small enough, he’s not all that strong) and he’ll gladly participate in any games they come up with (he’s probably gonna come up with his own at some point)

-Your siblings are gonna beg for you to bring him back over after he leaves, he’s just so much fun!

-Your older siblings worry that he’s a player because of his talent and his laid back attitude, but it only takes a few minutes talking to him for them to realize that he really loves you

-His way of winning them over is to joke around with them, he’s got even the most stone faced of your siblings laughing by the end of the night

-Your parents adore him too, Whit loves to joke around but at the end of the day he’s still a respectful guy, especially to your parents

-Whit will loudly announce how much he loves you several times throughout the gathering, it’s really cute to everyone because he says it so casually but so full of affection

-He doesn’t even ask if your parents need help with the cleanup, he just starts cleaning immediately after everyone’s done

-He comes over a lot more after that, your family loves him to death and he loves spending time with them and you so it’s a win win for everyone!

-Does David want to meet your family? No, not particularly. Will he because he loves you? Yes, although begrudgingly. He’s of the same mind as Arturo, he loves you and you love him so why should he care what your family thinks of him?

-But if there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s pretending to have a positive attitude, so he’ll just do what he does for his job: put on a smile and fake it

-When you get there he’s all smiles, greeting your parents with a handshake and telling them it’s a pleasure to finally meet them

-He does his best to be polite with your younger siblings. He’ll play with them and talk with them, but if any of them start climbing onto him like he’s a jungle gym he’ll gently shake them off and ask them to refrain from climbing on him, he’s not strong enough to hold them up you know?

-Your older siblings probably know who he is, so they have a lot a questions about how you two started dating and what his intentions are. Despite how nice he may be on screen, some of your siblings may be skeptical that he’s really like that

-No matter how rude they may be or how many questions they ask him though, he still answers all their questions with a bright smile and polite words

-He acts humble whenever anyone mentions his achievements or his fame, shrugging it off with a awkward smile while rubbing his neck, he hates talking about his career but your parents just think he’s embarrassed by all the attention

-He’ll help prepare/ clean up dinner even if he isn’t asked to

-Once he leaves he’ll try his best to refrain from making negative comments about your family, but he may let a snide comment about your older siblings slip

-It’ll take him awhile to get used to your family, but he begrudgingly becomes attached to them the more he visits

-Charles takes this very seriously, probably the most seriously out of any of the other boys (not that they don’t think it’s serious, Charles is just a serious dude)

-He understands and appreciates the bond you have with your family, so he wants to make sure he doesn’t mess up your relationship by making a bad impression on them

-He’d show up to the dinner all dressed up, hands shaking as he says hello to your parents and gets invited in, he’s trying so hard to be polite but his voice is shaking and he’s visibly sweating so everyone can tell how nervous he is

-Charles does try to engage with the children present, but he’s very awkward and has no idea how to have a conversation with someone considerably younger than him

-He gets along decently well with your siblings, even when they make snide comments at him he refrains from resorting to his natural rude attitude, although he may act slightly colder towards those specific siblings if they do it enough

-During dinner he tries to keep conversation going by asking your parents about there jobs, what you were like when you were young, stuff like that. It comes across kinda uncomfortable sometimes but he’s trying

-Like some of the others, he helps out afterwords with cleanup without being asked, and then he thanks your parents for dinner before leaving

-It may have been nerve racking for him but your family loves him in all his awkward glory. He’s just glad he didn’t fuck anything up

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