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[kithtaehyung]

3tan slice:

yoongi watching reader get ready 🍊

stopppp i love this :((( this is for the 3tan yoongi and irl yoongi missers (at least, one of the things i have planned<;333)

"How about this one?"

Oh, you're back already. Adjusting his arm, Yoongi lifts his head to check his phone screen, wondering if you're gonna pass up this next dress too despite him liking the hell out of it.

"Is that new?"

Your smile is truly one of his favorite things.

"Yeah! Got it when I went shopping with Yuri. Well. She made me get it."

When you pout, do you know how it affects him?

Yoongi just huffs through his nose, settling into the crook of his elbow and letting the warmth of afternoon coat his shoulder. Casting a quick look out his blinds, he wishes you were here instead, coming in and out of another closet that comes to mind.

"Is it bad? Damn."

"Huh?" Shit, he never answered out loud. "Nah, that's the one."

"Oh, okay. You didn't say anything."

Still his problem. A million thoughts, with nowhere to go. "Sorry, doll. Just thinking."

You're in the middle of undressing offscreen, which is yet another thing he finds incredibly endearing. He can only see one of your elbows peek into the frame as you question,

"Work again?"

"You," he corrects, full of sleepiness and void of hesitation.

"Oh."

Eyes fully shut, Yoongi doesn't lift them again until you fetch for another opinion. Which is longer than he expects because you go fully silent for a bit.

"Okay, how's this?"

His eyes flicker open seconds before his heart skips.

Fuck.

He hasn't felt his chest beat like that in a minute.

Are words coming out this time? Or is his tongue as uncooperative as his brain? Why can't he say the simplest shit when you're just standing in front of him? Fuck, he can't even articulate anything but he just knows you're fucking beautiful.

When the hell did you steal his voice, too?

"I'll let you sleep," you whisper, and he hates how down you sound because should never have a reason to feel that way. "Just text me when you can, yeah?"

If he can't say how he feels, Yoongi goes for the second option. And he's not letting that one fail. "Come over when you're done."

"Wait, what?"

He adjusts his head again, slanting a bit higher to admire everything about you. "After your dinner."

"You need to sleep..."

Why are you so considerate when it comes to him? What did he ever do to deserve anything you're willing to give? He's thought about these things so much that they take up most of his sleepless, tired nights. "You're gonna keep me up looking like that anyway."

"But.. what about.."

"I won't take long."

"You sure?"

"No."

God. Yoongi will never, ever get over the ways you try to hide that shyness. There's no way he can stop his grin, and when you make him swear it will be quick, he also can't stop himself from teasing yet again,

"Depends on how long you last."

"Alright, bye," you deadpan, giving him sweet rejection and hitting him where it hurts so good. But you smile once more, agreeing to come over but only for a tiny, tiny bit.

"That's all I need, doll."

"Prove it."

Oh.

He intends to.

Because you can make him speechless for now.

But when it comes to showing you how he feels?

There's no way you're shutting his ass up.

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3tanslices: mini-scenarios!

series: three tangerines

[real-skel]

Hey, I love your art, you are so cool. What would you say is your favorite part about Charlie x Alan?

Hi!!!! Oh my gosh THANK YOUUUU!! I really appreciate it!!

I’m gonna be real honest with you right now, my favorite thing about Charlie x Allan is the fact that in my own personal headcanon I mentally write them as enemies to friends to lovers. Like yes they hate each other and oh my god it is beautiful. Let them beat each others ass, they have no idea what is to come.

[luimagines]

I like how the boys just decided to be cats when they had the opportunity when they asked about readers stuff. I wonder how they would react to a laser pointer, a glowing red dot

Omg XD

I didn't think of it that way.

I'm willing to bet that Wind goes after it first with Twilight not chasing it, but certainly following the light with his eyes.

[firstelevens]

Sambucky and treehouse, for the three sentence prompt?

Bucky has an arm thrown over his eyes when the text rolls in, the sun too bright for the minimal sleep he got last night. He grumbles as he unlocks his phone, but his scowl quickly fades when he sees what's there: a photo of Sam and the boys in front of a bunch of two by fours, with a message that reads, 'promised them a treehouse, you know any super soldiers who can work a belt sander?'

'I just might,' Bucky replies, and buys the airline ticket before he's even gotten up off the floor.

[kidney9-9]

A Life with Peter Parker

Anonymous asked: basically yn and peter are married like after nwh bc yn didnt forget peter peter and yn are in their twenties and yn is pregnant with a peters baby boy and after he's born, they considering having another child and they have a girl tysm :)

Hi anon! Hope you enjoy :) Thank you for sending this in! It was fun to write!

Peter Parker x Reader [Established Relationship/Fluff] Warnings: Cursing, pregnancy, reader giving birth Word Count: 2k

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When the world forgot Peter Parker, you were so lucky you didn’t. At first, neither of you knew why you hadn’t forgotten him. Both of you tried to find out every magical way you didn’t forget about Peter Parker, and there was nothing.

There was absolutely zero magical reason as to why you were the only one not affected by the spell.

But after a month, you slowly started to feel sick. You pushed it off as some kind of weak virus, but it continued, and persisted into another few weeks. Then you noticed that you started to gain weight.

You didn’t tell Peter, your boyfriend, at the time, of your suspicion. It could break him if you told him, you thought you were pregnant and then turned out that you weren’t. If you were pregnant… a rush of joy sparked through your body, it would be amazing news.

After losing nearly everyone, Peter felt like he had no family left, but this baby would be his family, you would become his family.

You bought seven different pregnancy tests and took them back to the home you shared with Peter. You made sure he wasn’t at home when you took the tests, because you didn’t want to get his hopes up for possibly nothing.

After the first three, you were beaming with happiness. They all said you were pregnant! And after the next four, you concluded that you were definitely pregnant, and it was time to tell Peter and set up an appointment with your doctor to make sure everything was okay with the baby.

When he came back home, you were hiding all seven pregnancy tests behind your test with a bright smile.

“Hey sweetie, what’s going on?” He asked, leaning in, and kissing your forehead gently.

“I think I know why I didn’t forget you after the spell.” You replied nervously, but inside you felt an overwhelming amount of happiness and joy. This would be great for you two!

“Wait, really? Why?” His curiosity got the best of him as he stared at you excited to know.

“I’m… pregnant!” You cheered, pulling the pregnancy tests from behind your back and handing them to Peter.

He stayed silent for a while, almost three whole minutes and you continued to feel even more anxious as time went on. Then he looked up at you with this awe in his eyes, the type of awe that made you smile and relax.

“Baby? Really? Oh my god, this is really happening.” He murmured, eyes starting to tear up. “This is the best thing to ever happen.” He continued, and dropped all of the pregnancy tests to the ground as he rushed over to you and swept you up into his arms.

“We’re having a baby! A baby! This is amazing, it’s a baby! That solves it too, it makes sense! The baby can’t forget who I am because of the DNA – oh wow, this changes a lot of things in science, wait, and that’s the reason why you didn’t forget, it’s because half the baby is basically from me, and the spell can’t take away a life – oh my god, this is incredible!” He ranted happily, crying out of joyfulness.

You started to cry with him too, feeling amazed that he was responding and reacting this way. It was the best way he could have reacted, it was awesome.

“I love you so much, Peter.” You whispered into his ear as he twirled you around, holding you up from the ground. He grinned wider than before as he responded with, “I love you and I love our baby too.”

“This is perfect timing, too, you know?” He spoke up after a moment of hugging. You squeezed him back harder.

“Why?” You asked softly, pulling away to look at him.

“I was going to propose to you tonight. All fancy with the fairy lights on our balcony, swing up Spiderman style and ask you, ‘Will you marry me?’”  He dragged something out of his pocket, as you stared at him with shock.

“No fucking way.” You snorted, instantly denying that he would have done that. You had a feeling he was going to propose soon – but not tonight!

“Yes freaking way, also no curse words in front of our baby, I don’t want him hearing that.”

“Awe, sweetie, him? You think it’s a boy?” You practically started to tear up again to the point that Peter wiped a finger under your eye and leaned in again to kiss your cheek.

While he kissed your cheek, he pushed something into your hands. You pulled away to look down at it, and you could feel your heart start to race as you realized what it was and that he wasn’t lying to you. There was the box and the ring.

The ring was gorgeous, it was exactly what you wanted for an engagement ring, and it made you cry even more.

“Pete, baby, this is perfect…” You whispered with admiration. He smiled at you brightly, “Really? I thought a lot about it and did some research.” He admitted, making you laugh out of surprise.

“You’re amazing.” You responded, moving closer to him to kiss his lips. He kissed you back gently with a slight teasing smile as he pulled back before you could kiss him again.

“So, is that a yes?”

“Of course, it is.”

-

The wedding was intimate but perfect. Only a few of your closest friends and family showed up, and you two stayed quiet about it after it was done. Your family wasn’t too happy to know it was a stranger that you were marrying, but they got to know Peter again after a few months.

You two left out the fact that he is Spiderman. They couldn’t know or else they’d get in trouble one day. You couldn’t risk it. It was already a huge risk that you knew he was Spiderman, but then again, you were the only one who knew.

After you gave birth to a healthy beautiful boy, you two decided to name him after his best friend, Ned. Peter still didn’t feel right about going up to his old best friend and telling him the truth, but he felt like he was giving him some honor by naming his child after him.

Ned was one of the most forgiving and best friends he could ever have. He missed him dearly but kept himself away from him to protect him.

“Baby, did you warm up a bottle?” Your voice rang through, and Peter shook his head, clearing his thoughts of the past.

Peter grabbed the bottle and walked over to the couch, where you and Ned were laying down. Ned was hungry, needing some more food and you were tired of feeding him earlier. You handed Ned off to Peter, who carried him on the side of his hip.

“Aw, look at my baby boy. You hungry? I got you some food. Mommy’s going to rest now.” Peter spoke in baby talk, causing you to tiredly chuckle.

“He’s the best thing in the world. I love him, but he is so exhausting.” You sighed, yawning as you stretched out from your position on the couch and sat in the corner, to make some room for Peter. He sat down next to you, kissing your lips momentarily.

“…Can I say something crazy right now?” Peter brought it up hesitantly. You gazed at him, confused but nodded a yes.

“I want another.” Peter set out, anxiously playing with his hands. You blinked at him and let out a small, “Huh?”

You were confused, you didn’t know what he meant by that. “You mean, you want another pizza? We can order more.” You pointed to the box sitting on the coffee table in front of you. Peter shook his head, a small smile forming on his face as he gazed at you fondly.

“I want another kid with you.” He repeated, clearer this time and more confidently.

Your eyebrows shot up as you gasped, “What? Really?” And then a laugh tumbled out of your mouth as you said, “Me too.”

Peter stared at you in silent shock for a few moments before letting out, “What did you say?”

“I said, me too. I want another kid too, honey.” You replied with a small laugh. Then the two of you both started laughing together, even baby Ned started to giggle a little bit.

Peter sighed, “Woah, I didn’t expect that. I thought you were going to call me crazy.”

You glanced over at him with a smile, “I could tell. You looked so nervous, but I do want to have another kid with you. Little Ned is great, but I feel like having one more would make things feel complete.”

“Me too, that’s how I feel too.”

-

Your second time with pregnancy was much easier since you expected it to happen. You prepared yourself the best you could, and so did Peter. He started to do a lot of chores, taking on practically all of the housework while you started to develop more.

You read all of the pregnancy books, and what to expect, which you already knew most of because of baby Ned. Peter read them too, finding them interesting and he even started to give advice out as Spiderman, telling couples with babies to make sure to burp them or to check on their fingers to see if they got hair twisted on it.

It was adorable because people started to make edits of him saying those sorts of thing and calling him Spiderdad. You even started calling him Spiderdad to tease him, but he secretly loved it.

By your last month of pregnancy, you were barely able to walk around without feeling some sort of pain in your back. Peter watched a few tutorial videos of how to relieve the pain for you, and he would walk over to you and lift your stomach slightly, to give you relief from the pressure of the baby on your bladder and back.

“Oh, thank you so much, that feels so much better.” You groaned, leaning your head forward to rest on his shoulder.

“Of course, sweetie, let me know if you want me to do it again.” He responded, kissing your head gently.

When you were giving birth, Peter stood by the entire time, holding your hand, and encouraging you. He didn’t want to look because he was afraid that he would pass out, so he stayed next to you, gripping your hand tight and murmuring sweet words.

“You’ve got this, honey. I know you do. You’re so strong for our baby.” He said, and you made a big push, grunting and a scream flew out of you. The nurses around you started to encourage you even more, telling you to push again.

A few more pushes had caused a lot more screams to come from you, and you squeezed Peter’s hand as tightly as you could, causing him to moan in pain.

“Come on, push, one more time!” A nurse shouted and finally, you pushed hard, and the baby started to come out. Peter felt faint, but he stood his ground, holding your hand tightly back.

“There you go! It’s a girl!” One of the doctors spoke up, pulling the baby out. You groaned slowly, head turning to try to see the baby, and he handed her to you.

You gripped her softly, and the heavy sweat on your face made you feel even more tired as you looked at her for the first time.

“Oh, precious…” You whispered, then gazed over at Peter, who was staring at the two of you with awe in his eyes.

“I love you too, so much.” He whispered, finally sitting down in the seat next to you. His hand laid on the baby’s back while you held her with one arm.

You leaned your head up to kiss her forehead, and a tear escaped your eyes, “I love you both too.” You responded.

[voodoodaaddy]

💗- Wildcard! He's going to massage Alastor's hands, one at a time with his own, and occasionally place a kiss on them while encouraging Alastor to talk about his day.

Can YOU Sweep My Muse Off Their Feet?

Once in a while there are some things in hell that can take Alastor by surprise. Though one would think he had seen it all and done it all, but this is not the case. Especially right now.

If someone were to ask him back when he was only mere flesh and blood on earth, that he will one day be sitting before the Devil while he massaged his hands so tenderly; he would have died laughing.

He doesn't know what brought this on, but he didn't stop him. Alastor quietly watched the other take his hands with the upmost care. Large claws made to kill and cut into flesh are now treated like something precious. Something worth kissing. Worth caressing.

Alastor sometimes would flex his hand, pressing it up against Lucifer's palm just to see the size difference. He liked how the king's hands fit in his own. Perfect. He understood what Lucifer wants but he can't seem to even remember what he did that day as something in his chest swells. Before he can even think about it, the stag blurts out the words he had been holding onto for so very long now.

"I love you."

@widdlestwucifer

[gothcsz]

Question about Pdaddy Peña, you mentioned he was snipped so he doesn’t want the 2.5 kids and white picket fence anymore or is he waiting on reader to open his eyes to having more? He’s down baaaaaaad for her and if the topic of kids came up is he a definite no?

Love u 😘

no, our king swore all that shit off after lorraine and leaving his hometown! he is so down bad for her and i love it. it's what she deserves.

also, our reader here doesn't want to have kids. you guys can assume that the lovely ladies in my fics aren't about that mom life.... unless i decide to write some good domesticity one day or state otherwise 🖤

though the idea of him becoming a dad and being recognized for his work by some of the PTA moms when doing drop off does sound like a fun time lmfaooo

[hime-bee]

Hey Hime! I am so sorry to ask this of you, but I just want to make sure I get this done correctly because I've been thinking about it a lot actually!

How would Leumin react if he found out his Petal was a shapeshifter? How do you think he would react if he found out they knew of all of his emotions whenever he experienced it?

How would he feel if the shapeshifter literally gave their core, literally the source of their nearly immortal life, to him, in hopes that he would know how much he means to them?

@dotchi18

(You obviously do not have to answer this if you don't want to, though thank you for taking the time to read these silly questions! (And if you want, I am a little curious about a few of the others, considering they probably don't have a near 0% chance of encountering shapeshifters like Leumin and Lucas X3))

MMM, that's a good question actually! And I have no issue answering it ^^ Thank you for sending this in! Honestly, Leu is a pretty openminded guy. If MC was a shapeshifter, he wouldn't have an issue with that. I think he'd be a bit embarrassed to learn that they can feel all of his emotions, though, because that would mean they know how obsessed and crazy-in-love he is 😭 But he'd get over it eventually, especially if they return his feelings!

As for the second part, that's outta the question for Leu- he wouldn't want his partner to give up their immortal life for him. Regardless, if that was what they wanted, then he wouldn't stop them. He'd find it to be very romantic, albeit sad. He would rather give his life for them first 😌 Oh also! Here's the link to the fanfic Dotchi wrote for Leu, if someone reading this ask hasn't read it yet!

(It's no problem, really!! 💞 As for the ML's, like Njero and Flores, they're probably already used to magical beings, so a shapeshifter S/O wouldn't be anything too out of the ordinary!)

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

🌈🌈🌈

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

“You’re hard to get gifts for. So I panicked and got you a coffee mug, which is… arguably worse, but –“

She pushes a mug with a lopsided bow around it into his hands, with a nervous, apprehensive look on her face.

It’s black, or very nearly black in the dim light of the kitchen lamp, and dotted with tiny stars. He smiles, turning the cup around in his hands, and feels instantly transported to a freezing cold November night in the middle of nowhere, side by side on a blanket, staring up into the cloudless sky.

It might be his favourite memory in twenty years.

“It has stars on it,” he says, brilliantly, and she smiles.

“Uh-huh. It shows constellations when you put hot coffee in it. So you can learn them, for next time.”

He considers the cup a moment longer, then puts it down on the table and attempts a smile in return. “I liked learning them from you, though.”

“God, you’re such a sap,” she mutters, puts her arms around him and rolls her eyes at him for good measure. But he doesn’t miss the faint blush on her cheeks, and he knows she relished in it – she likes teaching, generally, and the stars and constellations, all those names her father taught her as a child, are clearly something she treasures, despite everything. She looked so proud there on that blanket, tracing Cassiopeia in the air for him with her finger. (Stardust, her father called her.)

He pulls her close, just for a moment, digging his fingers into her soft sweater. The world outside the window is still dark and quiet, and the kitchen smells like coffee and toasted bread. His back hurts, the meds haven’t kicked in yet, but still. This is gift enough. He won’t say that, she’ll only roll her eyes at him again, but it’s enough to know it.

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[positivelybeastly]

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[sciencewife]

Ok lol I got another request hope you don't mind: caveputer in a silly hat of your choice?

I thought Mickey’s sorcerer hat would be a fun one for Caveputer :) No telling what he would do with its power, but it could only lead to chaos

[luimagines]

I'm giggling, kicking my feet-

The Twilight Soulmate story is finished! And it was so cute aaaaaaaa!

Thank you!! XD

It's my baby. I love that story. I'm very happy that people liked it just as much as I did.

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Magisowo, one month ago me and my wife had our beautiful daughter. Last week, we noticed that the child had been swapped by a fae, and did the steps to demand our baby back. The problem is that I, perhaps foolishly, came to love the changeling, and demanded to keep both of the children. The fae who gave birth to our child demands that she be given back, but we are of the opinion that she gave up that right willingly. What to do? Is there even any lawyer who can help? Thank you, Whiplashed Mom.

Dear Whiplashed Mom,

We're very sorry you went through all that, it must have been an awful experience to lose your baby. From a human perspective we also completely understand the standpoint that the changeling is now also your own. When it comes to the culture and traditions of the fae, however, the matter is not quite so straightforward.

It is absolutely within your rights to report the theft of your child to the legal authorities, and there are several rulings of the High Court of Magical Justice that support granting at least shared custody over a changeling to both the fae and the human parents. But, if we may make a suggestion, consider contacting the Under the Hill outreach program first.

The fae connected to this effort have worked tirelessly for many years to improve human-fae relations, make cohabitation possible, and reduce the amount of incidents like the one you sadly went through. If the fae you are dealing with are at all inclined to listen to reason, there is a good chance the mediators at Under the Hill will be able to help you come to an agreement without having to go to court.

If you do want to go the legal route, we quite understand. In that case we can provide you a list of layers who are specialized in disputes such as this. But we really hope you are willing to try mediation first.

~ the MagiSoWo Team

[baronessblixen]

can you do « fox mulder the mosquito fighter » for the made up title pleaseee

So "Fox Mulder, the mosquito fighter" is about Mulder and Scully working a case and staying at a motel. One day, after a long day of investigation, they return to their rooms and Mulder realizes that he's left the lights on - which would be okay if the window wasn't broken. There are several mosquitos in the room and he tries to kill them with a book. That noise, of course, worries Scully, whose room is right next to his.

She asks him what he's doing, and he explains the situation to her. Scully is like, "Fox Mulder, mosquito fighter. Do you think this will take a while? I'd like to sleep." And he just gives her a look. Scully keeps watching him, trying to suppress a giggle when he keeps missing the insects.

Eventually, she takes pity on him and asks him if he wants to stay in her room. If he behaves, she will even share her bed with him. Mulder tries once more to slay a mosquito, then gives up and follows Scully into her room.

[kidney9-9]

Back to School | Ranpo & Poe x Reader

Anonymous asked:

Hello! Can you please write a gender-neutral reader who is 14 and see both Ranpo and Poe as a father figure? I love this ship so much it's concerning. Thank you!

Hi, anon, I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for requesting! Reader is gender-neutral, 14 years old, and is entering their second year of high school, very nervous. This is the week before school starts and Ranpo and Poe try their best to help relieve Reader’s nerves. Ranpo and Poe are together.

Requests are open and masterlist is linked in bio!

Ranpo x gn!Reader x Poe [Platonic/Fluff] Warnings: Some crying and slight mention of no father/bad father at home Word Count: 1.6k

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“I just got another school email! What is it? Oh no, am I in trouble? Did I forget something?” You were stumbling over your words, clicking refresh on your student email account and clicking on the new email.

You’ve been at this for the last two hours, frequently hitting refresh on the webpage and looking through your checklist to double, then triple, and quadruple check you have everything ready for school next week. Poe looked at you and frowned, reaching over from his corner to pat your hand softly.

“You should take a break and relax, there’s nothing else to do.” Poe mumbled, glancing at the email that popped up. It was just an advertisement for the student store, but you still read through it all, and then reread it.

“But I have so much to do! I have to prepare!” You responded, spinning around in the office chair. You were in the ADA office, working as an intern with Poe. Your internship was ending soon, since school was starting back in a week. Poe and Ranpo were your “managers” this whole internship, and you had started to see them as your father figures.

“What exactly do you need to prepare?” Poe asked softly, sending a concerning gaze to Ranpo, who had been chewing on a piece of candy and watching the two of you.

“Everything like… I need to make sure I have all the books for my language course, and I need to check that I have my math textbook and the review page completed, and then I need to make sure that the history class schedule is right, so I can choose the right type of study course, and then I need to check that,” Ranpo cut you off with, “Woah!”

You glanced over to him a bit confused, “What?”

“Is this high school? I don’t remember it being so intense. And you’ve already done all of that already, last week. We helped you.” Ranpo sighed, shaking his head as he unwrapped another candy. Poe’s shoulders were raised slightly before he shook his head.

“You mean, I helped her and you organized candy in sweetest to the most sour taste.” Poe corrected him, and Ranpo rolled his eyes and laughed.

“Yeah, that’s what I mean.” He responded and you grinned at the two of them, feeling a wave of happiness hit you. They always managed to help you, even though you were supposed to help them out since you were an intern. You were going to miss them so much though.

At that thought, you turned away from them, looking back to your screen. You didn’t want to lose them but you were sure that they didn’t care that much that you were leaving the ADA when school starts again.

“Huh, sweetie, stop refreshing the page, it’s okay.” Poe noticed again, this time, stepping closer to you. Ranpo rolled his chair closer to the two of you as well, and quickly shut your laptop closed. You gasped at him.

“Rude, I was checking for emails.” You said, and Ranpo shrugged his shoulders at you as he unplugged your laptop and pushed it to the side.

“You’re working too hard.” He replied and reached into his pocket. He set down a candy for you, then slid it where your laptop used to be.

“There, chew.” He spoke again, nodding to you. Poe smiled as you sighed and picked up the candy.

“I’m supposed to be working,” You tried to explain but Poe set his hand on your hand again.

“No, today is officially break day. We relax the whole day, and that’s it.” He made up, and on the other side of the room, Kunikida frowned, “That’s what you always do.”

Ranpo giggled at Kunikida’s words before agreeing with Poe. “You’re only 14, you don’t need to do anything. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you, kid.” The nickname made you frown a bit, reminding you that you aren’t going to see them that much anymore.

They take such good care of you all the time here and out in the city when there’s cases. You were going to miss them so much, you felt like they helped you in a few different ways. You couldn’t help but see them as dads, but you couldn’t just call them that, you were afraid they’d find it weird.

“What’s wrong, really?” Poe asked, noticing your mood dampening.

“Just school, that’s all.” You shrugged and Ranpo narrowed his eyes at you. He shook his head and then pointed at you.

“Don’t lie to us, you know I can tell when someone lies.”

“I’m not lying!” You flustered, pulling away from Poe’s hand and tried rolling your chair over to the edge of the desk to get your laptop again.

“Fine, if you keep lying, I won’t give you anymore of my treats.” Ranpo threatened and Poe laughed slightly before they both watched you sink down in your chair even more.

“Fine, that’s going to happen anyways.” You whispered, glancing down to your feet.

“What?” Poe leaned down to you, “That wouldn’t happen. I wouldn’t allow him to do that to you.” Poe murmured to you and Ranpo nodded along.

“I wasn’t being serious about it, we’re just worried.” Ranpo spoke up too, watching as you breathed in deeply.

You looked so upset at that moment that it surprised both Ranpo and Poe to see. They’ve never seen you this down before and it was upsetting to them too, both of them now more worried for you.

“But it’s going to happen since I won’t be here anymore. You guys will just go back to work and I’ll stop being a distraction to you and we won’t talk anymore…” You whispered, feeling a knot of sadness bundle in your stomach.

“Huh?” Ranpo was the first to realize what you were talking about, eyes widening in shock. “You think we aren’t going to talk anymore? Why? We’ll still drag you back here after you finish school for the day.”

Poe glanced between you and Ranpo, “Why would we stop doing that?” His question made you frown even more, and you ignored Ranpo’s words, feeling like they weren’t true.

“You’re just saying that. You guys are… you know how I see you guys probably and think I’m some stupid kid, but it’s fine I can’t intern here anymore because school is starting.” You tried your best not to show emotion in your voice, but it cracked, and your eyes started to water slightly.

You quickly wiped your eyes with your sleeves, looking away from the two. You shouldn’t have brought it up, right? That’s what you were feeling like now.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter, let’s get back to work.” You quickly added, interrupting Poe.

“No, it does matter and we’re going to talk about this.” Poe said sternly, looking at Ranpo for support.

“Yeah, we are still going to be here for you. And we know that you see us as the weird couple, but we don’t care about that and we still care about you.” Ranpo replied, and you choked out some kind of laugh.

“Weird couple? I mean, you two are good together, I meant you guys know I see you as father figures.” You responded, shaking your head. You added, “You know I don’t have the best father figure at home… you guys have helped me so much and you probably think I’m some dumb kid that bugged you all the time.”

Poe gripped your hand, this time with more force and you glanced over to him, surprised. “We know you don’t have that at home, but you don’t realize the kind of effect you have on us too. You’re like our kid basically. We love you and we still are going to love you and care about you even if you can’t be an intern here anymore.”

Ranpo reached over and patted your head, “And we don’t see you as some dumb kid. You’re smart and responsible and yes, you do need guidance but we’re here for that because we care about you.”

“You’re lying, you just don’t want me to cry anymore.” You refused to accept it. No one had stepped up for you like they did in the past and now, but you couldn’t believe it because then it would mean that it was real and that they see you as their kid. It couldn’t be that simple! It was never that simple and happy in your life.

“No, we aren’t. You basically live here with us and sure, you are going back to school, and it will be stressful, but we’re still going to be here. And if you can’t come to hang out in the office with us, then we will come to see you. We care about you kid.” Poe stated, and he lifted your hand up and squeezed it tightly.

Ranpo got up from his chair and kissed the top of your head, “And you’re better to hang out with compared to anyone else here.” On the other side of the room, Kunikida sighed, “That’s true.” Which caused Ranpo to crack a smile.

“Really?” You whispered, tears finally falling from your eyes.

“Yes, really. You can even call me dad if you want to.” Poe spoke up, and Ranpo called out a playful, “Hey! What about me?”

You continued to cry but a laugh escaped from your mouth, “You promise?” You asked, looking at both of them. Poe nodded and said yes and pulled you in for a hug. Ranpo bent over the desk to join the hug, squeezing you both tightly.

Poe glanced over to Ranpo, “You can be Pop, like soda pop, since you like that.”

The three of you laughed at the words and you squeezed the two as you whispered, “Thank you… Dad and Pop.”

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Thank you for reading!

[alpineshift]

Since prompt 3 is taken could I request prompt 20 with Nico being the one who’s misunderstanding Jack?

of course! coming right up - here's some silly boys in a uni setting ✍️

20. “Why do you insist on misunderstanding me?”

For a such smart guy, Nico can be so intensely dense sometimes.

Jack tells him that, loudly and irritably, when he's finally managed to corner Nico in a study room at the university library. The scene--Nico slowly sinking against the wall, Jack positioned like he's bracing to tackle Nico should he run away--would be hilarious if Jack wasn't sick of Nico's increasingly desperate attempts to dodge him.

It's also a little hurtful to his ego, if Jack's being honest. They're buds, damn it.

"That's not very nice," Nico manages, staring wide-eyed at Jack. Jack scoffs, loudly.

"Well, maybe it's not nice for you to keep avoiding me either, 'schao. You got anything to say for yourself?"

"I'm busy," Nico says, which, yes, he is, Jack's seen his class schedule this semester, and it's a wonder Nico ever gets anything done. But Jack's also seen him blast through four midterms and two in-person presentations and morning bag skates without breaking metaphorical sweat, so.

"We live in the same house. We're bound to run into each other at some point, but we don't, because someone keeps running out. Wanna try again?"

Nico mutters something like not really, but Jack's had it. He's done his part, taken his leap of faith, spilled his guts in the most honest fashion, and all he's gotten in return is, what? Nico literally climbing out bathroom window to avoid him.

"Look, Neeks. If the answer's a no, then all you have to do is say so. All you gotta do is tell me to clear out, to leave you alone, and I will. But I can't live in this limbo, waiting for you to let me down, to see if I've ruined everything between us."

Nico is nearly gaping at him now. "What? What do you mean, let you down? What answer are you looking for?"

For crying out loud, this cannot be happening to him. Maybe Luke is right and Jack really isn't as suave as he says he is (but that's a crisis for another time.) "The answer to when I confessed to you, Nico!"

"You were drunk!" Nico protests. "You weren't being serious!"

"The fuck--I was so serious! And I wasn't drunk! Maybe a frat party wasn't the best place, but you know I don't drink once we land a spot in the tourney brackets!"

"But--you couldn't have been confessing to someone like me," Nico says, hinging on desperate. "That's not possible, you must've meant something else--"

"Why do you insist on misunderstanding me?" Jack yells, throwing his hands up. "Do I need to spell it out for you? I like you, Nico Hischier! I want to take you out! Can we please go on a date so I can hold your stupid hand and buy you dessert and kiss you at the end of the night!"

"Oh," Nico says, looking like he's about to faint. Jack lowers his hands, panting, feeling a little out of his mind. "Oh. Um. Yes?"

"Oh? Yes? Yes?"

"Uh-huh. Yes."

"To all of the above?" Jack sputters, then sputters again when Nico nods, cheeks red as a tomato. "Holy shit. You wanna go on a date with me?"

"Well, more like I want to date you," Nico admits, and Jack could yell again, but for a totally different reason. Nico likes him. Nico wants to date him back.

The door to the study room squeaks open, and they both jump when they see Nate poke his head in. "Hey, cheers to you guys, always nice to see a hot young couple get together, but could you guys keep it down? Some of us really need to pass Intro to Marketing this year."