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ੈ✩‧₊˚🥂ੈ✩‧₊˚ New Year's Temptation ੈ✩‧₊˚🥂ੈ✩‧₊˚

Shinji Hirako x reader

CW: MDNI, nsfw, smut, glove kink, fingering, edging, oral fingering, established relationship, fem! reader (shinji calls reader a good girl)

WC: 1,222

Notes: I kept seeing fan art of his New Year's outfit in Bleach Soul Puzzle and it has reignited the glove kink in me. So, of course, I had to write something even though we're half way through January now. If you've yet to see any of the fanart, I implore you to check them out! I'm not going to repost art, but here are a couple links to the fanart I had in mind while writing -> 1 and 2

You hadn’t expected your New Year’s to turn out like this. You were supposed to be enjoying all of the festivities that the Seireitei had to offer, spending quality time with Shinji and your friends. But here you are, a quivering and whimpering mess, all because of some gloves.

Those damn gloves.

You had finished getting ready to go out first, smoothing down the cloth on the long sleeves of your elegant furisode as you waited for Shinji to finish. When he had stepped out dressed in a colorful haori hakama set while pulling on some black silk gloves, you had paused, entranced with the way his lithe fingers flexed and stretched with the movement. When he caught you staring—because of course he had, ever perceptive as always—his face immediately split into a cocky grin. You knew that the second he gave you that look, you wouldn’t be going out anymore, you’re fate sealed.

He had sauntered over to you, whispering sweet nothings in a seductive voice, kissing you fervently and tempting you until eventually, he had his hands all over you, running up and down your body and touching your most sensitive parts to have you soaking wet for him.

You jolt, brought back to the present as one of his hands, still gloved, pumps into you and presses against a particular spot that has you trembling. You clutch onto the light green cloth of his haori to steady yourself as his other hand slides up your abdomen toward your chest, the smooth silk of the glove tickling your skin. He had pulled your obi free and opened your kimono, laying you bare to the cool air of your shared living space.

Shinji’s fingers brush against the spot again, a small yelp leaving your lips as you squeeze tight around him. He grins widely at your reaction as he keeps his pace, stretching your dripping pussy with his gloved fingers. You're tingling all over as he continues to prod at your g-spot, feeling your orgasm coming. All you need is a little more pressure, so you jerk your hips into him, hoping that he’ll understand what you want; you don’t want to give him the smug satisfaction of hearing you beg for it because you know you’ll never hear the end of it if you do.

His thumb grazes against your clit making you gasp from the pleasurable sensation as you reach closer to your high but instead of repeating the motion, Shinji simply pulls his hand away from you. Your eyebrows draw together as you bite your lip in frustration, your building release fading away from you.

“Hm? What’s that look for?” He’s smirking deviously. “Isn’t this what ya wanted?” He tugs on his gloves, making sure they’re snug before examining the slick damp spots on the hand that had just been knuckle-deep inside of you. It’s like he’s putting on a show for you, exaggerating the way he turns his slender hands this way and that to get a good look at the mess you had made of them.

His brown eyes level with yours, a playful glimmer in them as he smirks at the enthralled expression on your face; your eyes are half-lidded and dazed, lips parted as you pant slightly. “Am I wrong? Is this not what ya wanted?” You watch as he leans slightly further back from you, tilting his head in a questioning manner, his short silky hair falling with the movement as he teases you. Shinji cups the side of your face, running his thumb delicately over your bottom lip which was more plump than usual from all of the heated kissing you had done earlier. “Show me what ya want.” He whispers, voice dropping to take on an even more seductive tone.

Still immensely frustrated at the loss of pleasure and from his teasing antics, you decide to just listen to him, knowing that if you don’t he’ll edge you even more and you’re too worked up to want that at the moment. You had been so close to your release that you would do anything to get the feeling back.

You reach for his wrist and guide his hand back down to your slick folds, pushing your hips against him and urging him to continue. A pleased expression crosses his face, his sly smirk stretching wider. “Good girl.” You’re still so wet from his previous touch that his clothed fingers slide back into you easily. A combination of a delighted sigh and moan slips past your lips and he uses the opportunity to slide the thumb that had been prodding against your lip into your mouth.

Turned on, you wrap your lips around the digit, sucking as he presses gently against your tongue. He sucks in a sharp breath of air, eyes clouding over in a dazed lust as he lazily pumps his other hand in and out of you. “How naughty of ya…” his voice is shaky as his usual cunning demeanor starts to falter. He slides his thumb out of your mouth, replacing it with his middle and forefinger and you repeat the same motion. The wet heat of your mouth soaks into the cloth on his fingers as you continue running your tongue along them, sucking. 

It seems like he’s had enough of the gloves, at least on one of his hands, as he pulls it away from your core quickly. He uses his teeth to pull off the now completely soaked piece of clothing off of his hand before promptly sliding his fingers back into you. He groans in a low voice, now able to feel your slick walls as they squeeze around him while his fingers fuck into you. Your arousal builds as he nudges against that one spot much like he did earlier when he was teasing you only now he doesn’t relent, repeatedly pushing against it.

The palm of his hand presses onto your clit firmly, grinding against it in time with his thrusting digits. With the added friction it only takes a few more strokes to push you over the edge. You cum, moaning around his fingers in your mouth and clenching tightly around his hand as he slowly pumps into you to draw out your release.

When he pulls away after a minute he examines his hand again, admiring your slick arousal that cotes his thin fingers before smirking at you mischievously. “Didn’t know ya had a glove kink, darlin’! Remind me to wear them more often!”

Your face heats up, embarrassed by the fact that he clocked your kink before you even had the chance to realize you had it. “No, I don’t!” He arches a thin eyebrow in disbelief, gesturing with his wet hand toward you for emphasis as you drip onto the end table he had pushed you onto earlier. “Don’t look at me like that! Ugh, you are so insufferable.” You huff with a pout, crossing your arms over your chest and looking off to the side.

“Ya know ya like it.” He snickers in amusement and there’s that shit-eating grin back on his face. You just sigh, unable to stop the smile that starts to form on your lips. He may be insufferable but that’s what you love about him after all.

“would you die for me?”

you’re laying on sukuna’s bare chest, fingers tracing the dark ink of his tattoos. he scoffs, glancing from his phone down to you before rolling his eyes.

“why would i be dying?”

“like… I don’t know, would you jump in front of a bullet to save me?”

“obviously.”

you huff out a bit of laughter.

“you would?”

his red eyes meet yours, a bored look in them.

“yes idiot, i would jump in front of a bullet to save you.”

“that’s so sweet.”

“yeah i know, boyfriend of the year,” sukuna grumbles, going back to his phone.

it’s silent for another moment before you think of something else.

…

“would you… kill for me?”

his grip on you tightens for a minute and he sets his phone down. one rough hands comes up and clasps your chin, lifting your eyes to meet his.

“do i need to?”

your eyes widen slightly, gulping at the intensity in his.

“i… well no… not right now, i just wondered if you would.”

“yes.”

he releases your jaw and your head drops back to his chest. he goes back to his phone as your heart pounds a little harder in your chest.

…

“… ‘kuna?”

“yeah?”

“would you still love me if i was a worm?”

oh you are absolutely too hard on yourself! there's beauty in our differences and whatever you come up with, whether it is like something i would write or not, i am sure i am going to love it regardless! on the contrary, it would be boring if all of our writing looked the same!!! i'm excited to see your work and your own style :D <3

it is absolutely essential to have friends you can have extremely insane pervert conversations with. this is kind of what makes life worth living

hey lets play how hot is that character

AGREED

I need to draw more captains. 😃

-art by me

Food for Thought - Chapter 3: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Dessert After Midnight)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Summary: You often wonder why you feel so alone even when you spend time with other people. An outsider even in a packed room. But a chance work project with Urahara Kisuke provides a strange comfort... so strange that you continue to spend time with him after your project is over.

CW: self-esteem issues, kissing, alcohol consumption, embarassment

Read on AO3 here.

Monday scaries were very real to you. As your alarm rang, you rushed through your apartment trying to get ready. Thankfully your commute wasn’t long, and you were at your desk in no time.

You weren’t the first one in the office, but as others trickled in, you nodded to them as you began to focus on your work for today.

“How was your weekend?” Hanatarou asked innocuously.

“My weekend,” your brain flashed at the thought of you making out with Kisuke yesterday, your face heating up in the process. “Um, well, it was fine! Nothing new or exciting” you laughed nervously.

Hantarou nodded, “sometimes you need those weekends. I had the same as well.” You thanked the heavens that Hanatarou minded his own business, as he got into his own work for the day.

The two of you, and the rest of your unit, were so engrossed in work. You were absorbed with your analyses and debugging that you didn’t realize it was lunchtime already. You glanced at your phone and saw a text from Kisuke. Sighing deeply, you closed your phone; you weren’t ready to face him.

But your stomach growled as you went back to your work. It was no use working on an empty stomach. You peered over your cubicle and whispered, “Hanatarou, why don’t we have lunch together?” To which he nodded. The two of you went to a place he preferred to eat at.

Kisuke frowned as he saw that you didn’t read his message. Lunch was ticking away, and you didn’t respond.

You were ignoring him.

As Kisuke left his office, he wandered through the halls to the balcony overseeing some of the other units, where he noticed you and another employee. He narrowed his eyes as you were laughing at something your companion had said.

Kisuke didn’t like the relaxed look on the man’s face. Or the way you were at ease around the man. Kisuke walked back to his office, his computer screen mirroring yours as he looked through your files. He set an alarm on his phone for a few hours from now, as he went back to his project.

You got out of your seat and stretched your back, sighing as you saw the time, 2:30… still have some ways to go. You wondered about getting a coffee to stretch out your legs.

“There you are,” your body tensed as you turned around, Kisuke at the entrance to your unit, “I texted you, but you didn’t respond.” He sheepishly laughed.

You could see some of your coworkers’ gaze curiously at him and then back at you.

No, no, no! I don’t want this attention. You began to panic. “I didn’t see it, sorry – I had lunch with Hanatarou today.” Hanatarou nodded his head politely at Kisuke, before returning to his work, his headphones blasting music.

“I didn’t text about lunch,” Kisuke smiled, playing it cool. Your face got warmer as you fished for your phone. His text to you was sincere, “I hope you have a good day today. Yesterday was fun. Hope we can talk sometime later in the day.”

And now you feel guilty. Why am I avoiding him?

“I came by asking if you wanted some coffee?”

Without saying a word, you grabbed your things and pushed him out into the hallway. Kisuke grinned as he held your hand. You shook his hand from yours as the two of you made your way towards the elevators. You were frazzled by his appearance, but didn’t say anything, looking at the ground away from him. Your face felt hot again as memories of yesterday flooded your mind.

But the ding of the elevator snapped you back to reality. You were on autopilot as you pushed the down button – Kisuke was talking, but you weren’t registering what he was saying.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he laughed.

“Huh? Sorry, what was it?” You asked, confused.

“Let’s date.” He gave a sly smile, leaning down. Your heart raced as you tried to comprehend what he just said. Date? Me?! No way. Nope. Nope.

“That’s not a question.” You blurted out. But before he could respond, the elevator pinged opened, and you quickly jumped in.

Unfortunately for Kisuke, but fortunately for you, other people had the same idea of leaving the building for a break. People were chatting away as the elevator dinged along, while you and Kisuke stood next to each other in silence.

Once the elevator reached ground level, you immediately rushed through and quickly walked as Kisuke tried to catch up to you. He frowned that you weren’t looking at him – he had to change his plan.

“I have another recipe I want to try.”

“I don’t believe you.” You remarked, still refusing to look at him. You bolted into the coffee shop, with Kisuke fast behind you.

As you stood in line, you felt guilt welling up inside you. Kisuke was trying to talk to you, and for all intents and purposes, he probably was as flustered as you. Shouldn’t you give him a chance?

You took a deep breath, the line slowly moving in front of you. You turned to Kisuke, “let’s talk more once we grab our drinks, ok?”

“Alright, but I’m paying.”

You couldn’t say no to that.

The two of you walked to a parkette near the office. It was a big enough space that people can pass freely through, and it gave you enough space to talk freely in private. You sipped your drink as Kisuke drank his. No words spoken between you two as you stared at the small fountain in the centre of the park.

“So… what’s this recipe you wanna try this time?” You asked, giving him a glance.

“How do you feel about oyakodon?” Kisuke asked, taking another sip.

Your eyes immediately lit up, “it’s one of my favourites!”

Kisuke gave a small smile as he saw your reaction, “it’s mine too, actually.” He lied.

“I’m more than happy to teach you then.” You gave a shy smile, “just no… funny business, ok?”

“Funny business? What do you mean?” He teased, inching closer towards you. Your body felt warm again, as you struggled with the different thoughts racing through your mind.

He’s just being a jerk.

But what if he isn’t lying?

No one really likes me.

And with that thought, you didn’t notice you gave a sad smile. Kisuke frowned.

Your mind raced and drifted between your insecurity and hope. “Do you want to come over Saturday or Sunday next weekend?” You asked.

“Let’s do Saturday, I’ll bring the groceries again.” Kisuke gave a small smile.

“You can just buy the chicken, I already have the other ingredients.” You said, making a note in your phone – this time you won’t be surprised.

You knew you should head back to the office, but you wanted to stay with him some more. “I can’t stay for long, so I’m gonna go back up.”

Kisuke nodded, a lazy smile on his face, “don’t keep me waiting tomorrow” he teased.

What happened next surprised him – you gave him a quick goodbye kiss on the cheek and dashed back inside. He lightly touched the spot where your lips were, a blush growing across his face. For once he was shocked, surprised even – what a curious woman he thought.

You felt flushed and anxious as you went back to your cubicle. You chugged your coffee as you quickly skimmed your emails and work messages. No, you totally didn’t kiss Kisuke goodbye, nope. It was just you slipping forward and your lips coincided with his cheek.

Your face got hotter after realizing what you had done. You quickly reached for your phone, typing an apology to him, but you stopped typing as you saw him typing something.

“Next time, you can greet me with a kiss too” he texted, a laughing emoji followed.

Your face had never felt this hot before. You decided to turn off your phone and go back to work.

After work, you agreed to grab drinks with Rangiku and whoever she could wrangle to join for a Monday night bar run. With what had transpired during your afternoon break, you wanted a drink to ease your nerves. You sat with her in a booth, a few glasses between you two, as the two of you watched Izuru and Shuhei from the Legal and Compliance division play a drinking game.

Maybe I should ask Rangiku about what I should do you thought to yourself.

You took a large sip of your drink, the alcohol burning your throat.

“Woah, not like you to drink that much that quickly!” Rangiku commented.

“I have a question –“ you felt a bit lightheaded, but kept going, “and if it’s personal, don’t answer it.” You took another large gulp of your drink.

Rangiku’s eyes widened, and then she gave a sly smile, “what do you wanna know?”

“How long did it take for you and your partner to have your first kiss.”

Rangiku blinked at the question, then gave a hearty laugh.

“I’m serious!”

“I know, I know!” She said, fanning herself, “it’s just a cute question.”

You remained silent, waiting for her to answer.

“I think it just… happened?” She shrugged her shoulders. “There wasn’t a particular thing we were doing, there wasn’t anything special we had done” she said, her eyes softening. “We were just in my apartment watching a movie and I thought how lucky I was to have someone who made me so happy” Rangiku giggled, “and it didn’t help that he’s so handsome.” She lowered her voice, a gentle smile on her face as she reminisced, “I just gave him a big kiss then.”

“How long did it take you to kiss him?”

“My, my, is there someone you want to kiss?” Rangiku teased.

“NO!” You shouted, getting the attention of Izuru and Shuhei, you gave a nervous laugh.

Rangiku raised her eyebrows, but was too curious to stop, “you can tell me…”

You downed the remaining alcohol in your glass, coughing from the burn, all the alcohol you consumed was finally hitting you at full force, “yes – I like kissing him a lot.” You mumbled, mishearing her question.

“Who?”

But the alcohol was too much for you at this point. You couldn’t focus on Rangiku or her question, the room felt like it was spinning. Rangiku frowned and immediately called a ride home for you.

Rangiku was surprised you held in your alcohol for the duration of the ride. You seemed, content, staring off out the window of the car. She didn’t press further about who your crush was, but she also couldn’t hold back her curiosity.

Thankfully your home wasn’t far from the bar. She kept you close, worried you would stumble around.

“Does he know you like kissing him?” Rangiku asked as the two of you approached your unit.

“No… he probably thinks I don’t like him.” You mumbled; your eyes began to water.

“Why don’t you tell him you like him?” She asked, helping you take off your shoes.

“’s too hard…” you muttered, “He probably doesn’t like me…”

Rangiku sighed loudly, “I wish you saw yourself the way me, and this lucky guy, sees you.” She gave you a tight hug, petting your hair. “Sometimes you’re your own worst enemy.” She scolded, dragging you to your bedroom.

“Fine… fine,” you grumbled as you reached for your phone.

Your eyes were getting heavy and tired, but luckily Kisuke was still at the top of your messages. Rangiku could only watch as you mumbled and typed something into your phone, then fall over into your bed.

Rangiku gently smiled as she tucked you in, “I hope you dream of your lover boy.”

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping and an incredibly dry mouth. You jolted out of bed, feeling the immediate rush of pain.

You remembered drinking with Rangiku, and her helping you home. You grabbed your phone to thank her for last night.

But the colour of your face drained when you saw what you had texted last night.

“I really, really like kissing you.”

“A LOT.”

Kisuke Urahara had read your messages.

Thanks for your patience and to @worldsetfree for beta-reading this chapter! I hope you guys enjoy this :D.

For @tomitsulikeslemons~

I did my best, but figure drawing has never been one of my strengths. I couldn’t help but emo-fy him, and then the pen slipped as I was finishing shadowing his face. It’s fine. This is fine.

MINORS DNI

Frank Morrison/Legion x Survivor!reader

TW: smut, mentions of stabbing and a knife

You hadn't properly kept track of time, but you knew it had been long since the fog first took you, long since you had been entrapped in this godforsaken place. You had been here long enough to go through the five stages of grief, and long enough to realize that you still had needs to be fulfilled, even if that meant sacrificing your morals and your pride.

That's why you were now the last survivor in Frank's trial, waiting for him to find you and fuck you senseless. A predator onto prey, Frank Morrison had been making moves on you for what had to be months now. You denied him each time, slapping his wandering hands away when he had you cornered during a trial, only to get slashed, hooked, and sacrificed, the brutal price for rejecting him. One day, whether you were unusually horny or just out of your mind, it didn't feel so bad to have his hand fondling your breasts, and you ended up letting him do whatever he wanted.

You'd been sleeping with him for a few weeks now after having discovered that the sex was surprisingly good. The more you did it, the less shameful you felt. If you were going to suffer for eternity, might as well try to enjoy yourself here and there, and after the last few trials, you needed this, needed him.

You waited patiently inside a house in Haddonfield, sitting atop an abandoned bed, savoring the comfort of the cushy material while you had the chance and the peaceful quiet with no one else around. You kicked your shoes off and curled up in the corner, flinching at every little noise and creak in the house as you anxiously anticipated Frank's arrival.

You heard footsteps downstairs, and then his loud mouth, "you in here, shitbird?"

"Yeah, upstairs!" You called back shakily, listening to his boots clunk up the stairs and down the hall.

It was dark, making you shiver when Frank's silhouette appeared in the doorway. He stood there, watching you furled in on yourself against the wall. As he got closer, you realized his mask was already off, and his hood down, his scarred face illuminated by nothing but the moonlight shining in through the broken window.

The bed dipped as he sat on it, wrapping a calloused hand around the back of your calf. "You cold?" He snickered.

"Yes," you hissed defensively, shivering on cue. "Take your shoes off."

"Since when do you think you can order me around?" He scoffed and roughly yanked you forward, but there was a grin on his lips. Unlike most of the other killers, there remained a human element to Frank.

"It'll be more comfortable," you mewled. "Please?"

He huffed, reluctantly releasing your leg and moving to pull his boots off, unceremoniously tossing them into the opposite corner of the room. "This better, sweetheart?" Frank cooed sarcastically.

"Mhm," you nodded, lips tugging into a cheeky smile. "I'm still cold though."

"That's hardly my problem," he said, then added smugly, "you won't be cold in a few minutes," as he reached to pull down your skirt.

You grabbed his wrists to stop him. "Can't I wear your hoodie? Just until I warm up?"

"You are so goddamn needy today," he groaned in annoyance. "But fine. Any other requests?"

"Not right now," you giggled.

He shook his head as he started to pull off his jacket and hoodie. You struggled to make out his expression in the dark, hoping to see him smiling. Once his hoodie was off, he went back to your skirt, practically ripping it down your legs before lifting your top off just as aggressively. He reached behind your back with one hand to unclip your bra, hissing as he watched your nipples harden after being exposed to the chill air.

He reached for you, taking one of your tits in his hand and running a thumb over your nipple. You moaned and squirmed. "Frank, please," you begged, shivering to remind him.

"Alright, alright." He reluctantly released you, grabbing his zip hoodie and throwing it around your shoulders. You pushed your arms through each sleeve as he held it up, pulling it around your torso and humming contentedly at the fleeting warmth of his body heat.

"This isn't cuddle time," he reminded you, pulling it apart to reveal your breasts again. He took another moment to admire them before pulling his knife out and using it to cut your panties off, pulling the ruined material away from your skin.

Completely exposed aside from his hoodie around your back and arms, you pulled your knees to your chest, trying to stay warm.

"Huh uh," Frank shook his head at you. "Open them now."

You pouted but obeyed, leaning back onto the bed and spreading your legs apart.

"Fuuuuck." He threw his head back. Your eyes dropped to his pants, watching greedily as the fabric tightened around his crotch. He wasted no more time, undoing his belt and pulling both his pants and boxers off in one go, throwing them off to the side with the rest of your clothes.

He crawled toward you, pressing a finger to your heat. "Knew you'd already be soaked," he laughed meanly before spitting on you. You gasped, and he chuckled again, mixing his juices with yours before pushing them into you. Now it was your turn to throw your head back, whining and arching your back as he curled his finger inside you.

"What are you being so fucking quiet for?" He asked you angrily, pumping and twisting his finger in and out of you faster and faster. "No one's around. You had better get loud or I'll give you a reason to scream."

You cried out, moaning louder at his command. "That's it," he slurred. "That's my good little slut." He added another finger, and you got impossibly louder, hips bucking into his palm as his hand slapped against you viciously.

You knew your voice was going to be hoarse when you got back to the fire, but you couldn't care at the moment. You wanted to be good for Frank, to let him see how obedient you could be because that's how you got what you wanted.

"You ready to get fucked yet?" He asked, grabbing a handful of your breast and pinching your nipple.

You squealed and squirmed. "Yes! Yes! Please give me your cock, Frank, please!"

You whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of you, only to push his dick inside moments later. He wasn't necessarily small, but not too big either, but he was thick, so thick that no matter how many times you took him, you still always felt the stretch when he first started.

And Frank being Frank, he hardly ever gave you time to adjust, pushing in to the hilt once before starting to pound into you. He slapped your tits and then wrapped his hand around your neck to anchor himself, roughly snapping his hips against yours. All the while you stayed loud for him, though it was becoming less and less of an act as you struggled to take his fat cock into your tight walls.

"Look so cute in my hoodie," he grunted, applying light pressure to your neck. Your cheeks warmed at the compliment. "Love watching your pretty little pussy take my cock while you're wearing my hoodie. You're fucking mine. You got that?"

"I'm yours," you croaked out the affirmation. "I'm yours."

"Yeah you are." His pace was brutal. The entire bed creaked and shook as he practically pounded you into the mattress, and though you were starting to sweat in his jacket, you didn't dare tell him about it. You'd rather keep it on, knowing now that he liked seeing it on you, that it made him get so possessive.

Frank's hands fell to your waist, his fingers digging into your sides as he pulled you against him now with each thrust. The heat in your core was becoming unbearable, and you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he beat you to the punch. "Gonna cum," he repeated, pressing a hand to your stomach to hold you down.

He struggled to hold it in, his thumb messily pressing against your clit to rub tight erratic circles. You grabbed his wrist, trying to push his hand away but he used his other hand to pin your hands down and away from him, continuing his assault on your pussy before the both of you were shaking and jerking uncontrollably. He held you down as he came inside of you. That was one perk of living in this realm. For whatever reason, you couldn't get pregnant, which meant Frank could fill you up as much as the both of you wanted.

You were both panting, lying in that dingy little bed next to one another. Frank never hung out for long, always slightly afraid the Entity would get mad if he took longer than he needed to. He got up and pulled his pants and boxers on before throwing on his leather jacket.

"Wait." You sat up, slightly dazed. "You don't want your hoodie back?"

"Nah." He didn't look at you as he spoke, zipping his jacket up. "Just keep it. I'll get it back when we go to the next trial anyway."

He left without another word, heading to the hatch to shut it before going to open one of the exit gates for you. He may have never stayed long after, but after you told him that you preferred the exit gate, that the hatch freaked you out, he always took the extra step to make sure you got out the way you wanted.

You put your regular clothes back on before pulling Frank's hoodie on over top, appreciating the added warmth for just a little bit longer as you made your way down to the open gate. Normally, Frank disappeared elsewhere on the map, never sticking around to watch you leave, but he was here now, standing with his hands stuffed in his pockets, his mask back on. It looked a little goofy without his hood pulled up over it. You tried not to laugh.

"Having second thoughts about letting me go?" You joked nervously.

He scoffed, suppressing a smile. "See you soon, smartass."

To your surprise, when you appeared back at the campfire, you looked down to find that the Entity let you keep the hoodie.

So with the drabble challenge, it can be either DRABBLE (100), DOUBLE DRABBLE (200) or TRIPLE DRABBLE (300).

It can be reader insert or your favourite ship. It can be one character or multiple characters!

Now writing short drabbles is very hard but a great writing exercise! Again participating is optional but should be fun!!!!!