#░ *.: ♡ ⊰ you don't ask ; i don't tell › ⟨ honesty hour. ⟩ ⊱

[fangdokja]

Not really a request, but just a thought to share with you! (If that’s alright?)

Imagine Yandere! Demon King having to resort to “granting” his darling immortality, having realized that her lifespan was impeccably fleeting compared to his and demonkind. And seeing how unruly, ferocious, and self-reliant she was throughout their entire time together (or more like her captivity), he went through the trouble of binding her to him in body and soul by turning her into a succubus.

With this, she would be forced to rely on him during “feeding hours”, leaving her utterly helpless as she refuses to “feed” on other people.

Not only would this bring her closer to him, but also the fact that she’s under his dominion now as a demoness.

— Random Anon

WARNING: Semi-formal rambling and formatting. Includes Library Recommendations (nsfw + sfw).

If you guys want Reader lore? (low-key surprised people asking for Reader lore in some series) Well... I already have it all prepared. It's coming next week. Not all of Reader lore yet, but enough to tell you that Reader is not as helpless against even the Yandere! Love Interests, as one might believe:

We have four new characters coming up. And these guys are part of the top tier powerhouses, even compared to Yandere! Demon King. Most likely stronger actually. Actually maybe the strongest four man lineup in the entire series. And personally, I like these guys best. Though, unsure if I'll give them more screentime than one chapter. There's reason for that, but we'll see.

I also have four more new characters alongside these guys, but I haven't finished writing for them as of the moment.

WHY IS THIS SERIES SO POPULAR. adnljdsddsgawfuishas. Is it really 'cause it's otome isekai???? or something else hahaha. I was literally just writing about myself 😭 I DID NOT MEAN TO MAKE THIS INTO AN ACTUAL SERIES.

OK, now onto the ASK + Library Recommendations (sfw + nsfw).

Nice to meet you, Random Anon :)) I'm glad you're comfortable enough to speak with me about your thoughts. Don't worry, it's fine. I'm glad you're willing and open to share ideas or thought dumps.

Also, out of topic, but I like how you guys are picking "names" and not just emojis haha. Actually, for me, I prefer you guys picking actual names of your choosing. I don't want to constrain the name picking, so feel free to name yourselves anything, when asking anonymously. It'll also help me identify you better. Just make sure it aligns with the blog RULES and Tumblr guidelines.

Ok, this is a thought. But, even in dark humor content and especially in world building. Logic and reality is a must here. I heavily dislike making non-canon lore, it's basically me writing fanfiction on my own work. I can do it, but I heavily prefer canon works only. It's also in my RULES. I will always prefer transparency and honesty, so I will be honest in my answer here. I am aware what you gave is a thought dump and an imagine-scenario, so not necessarily canon. Just sharing thoughts. But, I will expand on the reality of who Reader is.

Reader doesn't just have basic intelligence, nor a dead inside personality when it comes to romance. Canonically speaking, Reader can in fact take on the love interests. So, why does Reader rely on wit, the romance system, and no-powers-mode?

Well, that will come in the next extension of the series. Yes, I'm officially making these into a Headcanons Series. This one:

Yandere! Otome Game

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Crown Prince, Archduke, Supreme Mage, Demon King, War Hero, Master Thief, Enemy Spy, Demon Assassin

Drabbles

How do you escape a yandere harem? Asking for a very distressed friend (me).

How to Turn ‘Till Death Do Us Part’ Into a Very Literal Situation.

"Romance is a garbage genre, but if I have to play, I might as well do it on easy mode."

The love interests were bad. The backup plans are worse.

One of them wants to marry you. The other wants to make sure he never does.

Headcanons 1 : How to Survive a Reverse Harem (You Don’t) (General)

I hate it here.

Why am I saying this? Because based on the timeline of the current story with Reader officially escaping and in hiding. It's practically an impossibility for any of the Yandere! Love Interests to try capturing and doing whatever they want with Reader. Yes, impossible.

And even if there was a slim chance of capture even before the escape. Let me tell you know.

No. It's impossible.

Why am I so sure? Well, you'll know why once the new characters come out.

In actuality, all my Reader characters have lore. I just don't give it away so freely, compared to yandere lore. Why? Well, I focus mostly on yandere content for one. The other is because all my Readers are meant to have enigmatic backgrounds. No, I did not just make this because I want you all to feel more in-depth self-insert or something.

The Reader characters have actual lore in fact, all of the characters I make do. I just don't say it outright, because spoilers obviously.

I wouldn't be a psychological horror-thriller author, if I gave things away so easily. I decided to give some crumbs because of the effort Random Anon put into this message. I want you to know, Random Anon, that I appreciate you having the courage to do this, being comfortable with me, and giving me a message of substance. So, thank you.

And, it's why I'm taking this seriously, even if it may disagree with yours or others' thoughts. These crumbs are canon information on the series and characters.

Ok, I rambled a lot. But, to clarify the following:

It's impossible for Yandere! Demon King to turn Reader into a demoness. Considering it's still very early into the series, and unlike my novellas, this is still a lighthearted dark humor series. As of the moment, there will be no permanent and explicit horror factors yet. Why? Characters are still being introduced. Did you really think I'd stop at eight? haha.

Anyways. Yes, later on, it can be changed. But not now.

The Veteran Readers and those who have read my novellas, should know how I write. Take a dip and see how I actually write my horror content. Like this one, newly uploaded as well. It's not even novella length, it's also a headcanons series, if that's what you're used to:

Yandere! Author

Headcanons 1 : Fate’s Final Draft (General)

He’s the hero in his own story… and you’re his latest toy.

🔞"You like happy endings? Too bad. I don’t write those."

I recommend reading Part 2, if you want to see how I write my actual horror content.

Anyways. I'm saying this now. If you honestly think I'll write vanilla yandere content, then I'm sorry, I don't. What I mean is that ALL the Yandere! Love Interests are still part of my yandere collection. Hence, they'll do way more than just controlled feeding and monitoring lifestyles. Especially the demon race, for example.

Or, rather, the stronger they are, the more dangerous they become.

These are the kind of yanderes I generally write: Dom + Top + Older + Sadistic + Red / Black Flag Yanderes

Nor do I hold back in writing horror content.

What you gave is basically the barebones part of yandere content. Trust me when I say, Yandere! Demon King is going to do a lot worse than just isolate and force feed you. In fact, I would even say, he would NOT turn Reader into a demoness. Why? Well, let's just say, he's not as kind and collected as he seems. And I'm not talking about him simply being an emotional mess.

Would Yandere! Demon King grant Reader immortality. No, he wouldn't. Not only is it illogical for him in his eyes, but he has better plans than simply turning Reader into a doll or servant.

Not to mention, yeah, I mentioned Yandere! Demon King can be emotionally unstable. But, I don't mean in simply losing his cool and patience; thus losing his sense of rationality, then acting reckless and stupid. Or losing himself in rage and emotional turmoil. It's something better.

Also, for non-human races. Here, to give you New Readers an idea on how I write them. Read the Sukuna part if you want to know:

Novella 1 : Dominate Me, Daddy. (Brat Tamer)

🔞Will you scream? Or will you beg? (Bakugo Katsuki, Yoichi Isagi, Ryōmen Sukuna, Rex Lapis, Sunday)

I know some of you New Readers came here for dark humor, and lighthearted comedy. But. Let me tell you now, once I write actual "true yandere" content. Well, it's not for the faint of heart.

I only made the dark humor content because I was mindblocked on horror content. It's basically idea generation to me, so I can exercise my brain for erotic horror.

The true yanderes I make are hard doms + top + older + unapologetic + sadistic + does not need darling's validation + will hurt the darling + may kill the darling + truly confident in themselves.

They do not care nor need the darling's permission, validation, feelings, etc. to take what they want. They're not weaklings like that. As individuals, they are strong in their own right. Including mentality.

Yes, this also includes the yanderes in the drabbles.

Do you want to know the ONLY yanderes that won't physically hurt you? It's these guys:

Yandere! Royal Guards

Drabbles

Royal Duties: looking pretty, sitting still, watching your guards destroy the kingdom.

You got isekai’d. Now three murder machines think your blank stares are divine wisdom.

And, that's because they're engineered to protect you, not harm you. These yanderes are the only canon yanderes that will never hurt you physically. They're the ones who will protect you with their lives. Aside from them? Nothing. No one. Every single yandere in my library will hurt and may kill you. Yes. Even if they may not seem like it, even if it's dark humor content, even if they look ridiculous and dramatic.

And you know the good thing about being a psychological horror-thriller author?

No one can tell what happens next.

❤︎ Fang Dokja's Books.

♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology ♡ Book 2. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires. ♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World. ♡ Book 4 [you are here]. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows. ♡ Book 5. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams. ♡ Library MASTERPOST 1. The Librarian’s Ledger: A Map to The Library of Forbidden Texts.

♡ Disclaimer. Not all stories are included in the masterpost due to Tumblr’s link limitations. However, most long-form stories can be found here. If you're searching for a specific yandere or theme, this guide will help you navigate The Library of Forbidden Texts. Proceed with caution—these tales explore obsession, madness, and devotion in their rawest forms.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓘 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 (say it back) [𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑]

He's the introvert tall guy dressed in black who always picks you up from work, makes sure you drink enough water, and that you stay out of trouble. In a way, some might think it must be tiring to have a partner that's just so different than yourself- but he wouldn't have it any other way.

Tags/Warnings: Girly!Reader, Introvert!Jungkook, non-idol AU, opposites attract AU?, established relationship, Angst, Major Fluff, some drama, Slice of Life (like Good Girl AU for example), mc is kook's biggest simp, kook is kind of overwhelmed by her love sometimes, but it's fine they both cute

Length: No chapter limit set. Story will simply update randomly and focus on asks/requests.

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You run into the bedroom where Jungkook is currently playing his video game, barely covered by a towel, hair up in a bun that's pretty much held together only by hopes and wishes.

"Jungkook!" You call out excitedly, and he pauses his game in a well used-to manner, making space so you can hop onto his lap, his controller falling onto the floor as he looses grip on it- more so concerned with holding you on his legs as you wiggle around. "Shower with me." You demand, and he sighs, looking over to his TV screen, inner battle hard to decide. "Jungkookie, please!" You whine, and he plays with his lip piercing.

"You know what happened last time." He worries. "You almost hit your head when you slipped-" He reminds you, but you just roll your eyes.

"There's nothing in it anyways-" You start jokingly, but he instead flicks his fingers against your forehead scoldingly, reminding you that he's not too fond of your own demeaning jokes against yourself, even if you don't out any honesty in those words. "-Kookie please, you've been at it for hours and I wanna have some quality time with my hot sexy anime boyfriend!" You huff, and he frowns a bit at that, confused.

"I'm your what now?" He wonders, and you laugh, running your fingers through his by now pretty long hair. He himself doesn't really know what you see in him- but he knows you love both him, and his appearance a lot, no matter if he just woke up, if he's sick, or if he's looking his best.

'You're like, my biggest boy-crush, ever!', he remembers you confessing to him one night in his apartment as you had shared pizza- just after he'd opened the glass bottle of strawberry ramune for you with one hand. 'like, please crush me with those hands, mister!' you had dramatically whined, and back then, he had taken it as nothing but playful joking.

Oh how dense he'd been.

"No really! You kind of look like Miyamura Izumi from Horimiya-" You tell him, pink sparkling acrylics combing over his scalp in a way that would make him purr, if he was a cat. "-a bit more buff and with more tattoos, but still. We gotta watch that show by the way, it's so cute!" You giggle, and he swallows down his own shyness creeping up. Even after half a year of dating you, he's not yet used to your boldness when it comes to complimenting him. He's not really used to it. Maybe never will.

But then again, he also thought of you as nothing but a hollow barbie doll come to life, in the beginning. Come to discover, you're not at all empty inside- but filled to the brim with color, by now having started to paint his life and even himself in more hues than he's ever really thought existed.

"Please.!" You try again, attempting your best puppydog eyes- though he's a little distracted by your cleavage dangerously exposed, towel hardly holding on. "Oh! I bought a new brand of body-scrub, by the way! Strawberry sugar, the one you said you liked when I first came over?" You remember, and he nods, sharing the excitement a lot more subtly than you, who's buzzing just at the thought of your new purchase.

"I remember that. It smelled really nice- but I thought it was discontinued?" He wonders, pulling out the hairtie from your bun to make a proper one for you.

"Oh it is! It's a different brand this time, but it smells pretty much the same.. and the container is like, bio-something, like, it's not plastic-"

"Biodegradable?" He asks with a smile, and you snap your fingers at him.

"So smart, those glasses really aren't just to look good." You praise, and he chuckles. "Anyway I'll scrub your pretty skin down top to bottom if you shower with me and maybe give me a handjob?" You ask, and he sighs a bit bashful. Sex is a big part of your relationship- you're very open with it, show your love in a more physical way than he does. He's never really been a cuddler, or someone to hold hands with- even kissing in public had been nothing but a myth to him prior to dating you.

These days? He can't seem to escape you- and he doesn't want to, either.

Sex has turned from something.. well, somewhat enjoyable to him, to something exciting and even romantic, even during the most messy encounters. It's like he's gotten a unique craving just for the taste of your way of love him- a craving only you can really satisfy.

"I'll even suck you off-" You start again, and at that he averts his eyes, shaking his head with a laugh and red ears, showing clearly that he's caving in, making you laugh as you get up- towel dropping, leaving you completely naked as you run into the bathroom, only turning around for a second to peek around the doorway into the bathroom, bare chest clearly visible as you see him pick up the towel. "oops." You tease, and at that, he suddenly dashes towards you-

easily catching your naked body in his arms as he closes the bathroom door behind him.

[slaymybreathaway]

Romeo and Juliet (James Maguire x Reader)

Part 1 of 2

Warnings: intense pining and embarassment, lol :)

Word Count: 880

Masterlist ♡ Read Part 2 Here

It was Children in Need week at Our Lady Immaculate College and the girls had to sit, well stand, through an assembly talking about what fundraising the school will be doing for the charity.

"Hey, where's James?" y/n asked Michelle. Y/n hadn't seen him at all this morning.

"Ach, Jesus Christ. If I've left him on the bus again my ma's going to go nuts!" Michelle stressed

As Michelle went on a rant, Claire was trying to act out a conversation with y/n. Claire made a vow not to talk for 24 hours to raise money for Children in Need.

"Robot?" y/n guessed. "Malfunctioning Robot?" she turned her head in confusion.

"Are you really not going to speak for twenty-four hours?" Erin asked.

Claire shook her head vigorously. Y/n and Michelle shot each other a look, they had a 5 pound bet placed on whether she would screw it up or not.

"Yeah that's tough, you're better off not breathing," Orla suggested.

The four other girls gave her a look. "Would she be, Orla? Or... would she be dead?" Erin raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it's not doing me any harm?" Orla shot back.

"What?"

"Well, I'm not breathing for Children in Need," she explained.

"Wait, so you're telling us that you are... Not breathing... Like right now?" y/n asked.

"Correct," Orla sighed.

Erin rolled her eyes. "Grand, well I'm going down to the hospital to read the sick kids some of my work," she said, delighted with herself.

"Alright, Erin I'm not lying for 24 hours to help the sick wains so you know what I'm about to say is honest. Don't you think they have been through enough?" y/n asked. Erin wouldn't stop shutting up about her novel.

Michelle nodded in agreement. Before Erin had a chance to even give a witty reply, James burst through the the auditorium door.

"Hey, I passed! I passed!" he exclaimed, a big smile plastered on his face.

"Knew you could do it!" Y/n tackled him in a hug, putting her arms around his shoulders and almost knocking him over.

James stumbled but then eventually caught his footing. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around y/n's waist, the grin remained even when she pulled away.

"What are you on about?" Michelle turned to look at her cousin.

"My- my driving test. I passed," he repeated.

"You were doing your driving test?" Erin asked confusedly.

Then, the smile on James' face started to fade. "It's literally all I've been talking about for weeks,". Y/n patted his arm in comfort.

Michelle's rolled her eyes. "Jesus Christ, James. There's only so many ways I can say this. We. Don't. Listen. To. You," she said before adding "Except y/n. But that's only because she wants to shag you,"

Y/n lowered her hand, she had told no-one about the crush she was developing on the English boy. How did Michelle find out? This stupid vow of honesty made it hard for her to get out of this situation.

"Wait, you want to shag me?" James turned to look at her. She ignored him.

"What makes you think I want to shag James?" y/n crossed her arms. The other four girls looked at each other in agreement.

"Well you're always the first one to ask me where he is," Michelle said.

"And you actually listen to him rant on about geeky shit," Erin continued.

"Aye, you do stare at him alot too," Orla agreed.

Claire joined in by pointing at y/n, making a love heart, then pointing at James.

Y/n took a deep breath. "What?"

"Ah don't worry. He fancies you too, talks about you in his sleep and all," Michelle cleared up, turning back to face the stage.

"I- I do not talk about y/n while I'm sleeping," James protested, his face turning a bright red.

Damn, now his secret was out. The anxiety leading up to his drivers test kept him awake at night for the past few weeks, thinking of y/n was the only thing that made him doze off. The past 2 months, there was something about y/n l/n that made James' heart beat faster just by talking to her.

"Aye you do and all. The other night I went into your room to... To steal a condom because I snuck Adam O'Shaughnessy into my room and the prick forgot to bring one. You didn't have any either, James. Fucking virgin," Michelle laughed.

Y/n stood her hand over her face, ready for this to be over and James's face burned an even deeper shade of scarlett.

"Anyways what was I saying? Oh yeah, so I went in and there was dicko over here," Michelle pointed at James "all like 'y/n, you're so pretty when you smile'. Ah, let me tell you girls, I almost started pissing myself laughing,"

Y/n lowered her hand from her face and looked up at James, who was looking everyplace but back at her, avoiding eye contact because of the sheer awkwardness. 'That was actually, kinda sweet' she thought.

No more about the topic was said as the assembly started.

[haesunflower]

zb1 accidentally breaks something you gave them .....₊˚⊹♡

genre: fluff/comedy (it's funny imo)

pairing: reader (gn) x zerobaseone

about/tags: they accidentally break something you made/gifted

inspired by this quick ask prompt, yujin not here but he's in the quick ask, it's mostly cute don't worry, there's no angst

hides it for as long as possible : gyuvin & ricky

when gyuvin accidentally dropped the little ceramic mug you made together during pottery class he literally gasps out loud. he picks up the pieces quietly and stores it in a container so he could figure out how to piece it back together. when you ask him about where it went he sorta goes like "aha about that..." while scratching the back of his head.

meanwhile ricky got lucky with this one because he knows exactly where to buy the watch you gave him. when he gets to the store, he feels terrible when he sees the price tag – now fully knowing how much you paid for this. so instead of buying a replacement watch, he has it repaired (even though it comes out more expensive that way) just so that he can say that this is still the same watch you got him for his birthday. you never find out it was broken at some point.

tries to fix it himself: hanbin & taerae

after working on it for several hours, hanbin is still busy gluing all the major pieces of the vase you bought him when you suddenly arrive home. "y/n...you're here early ha ha" he laughs aloof and plasters a huge nervous smile on his face, hoping you're not too mad about it. you can't be mad at him because he's trying his best to fix it :(

meanwhile taerae is the complete opposite in terms of disposition and is 100% panicking about trying to fix the snowglobe you got him. rather than actually fixing it, he's staring at all the pieces wondering and contemplating where he went wrong. you find him on the floor next to all the pieces and materials he needs to put it back together. he looks up at you with big doe eyes and says "sweetie i can explain..." as if it's the worst thing you caught him doing. you giggle a little and help him put it back together.

comes clean and apologizes: gunwook & hao

he thinks honesty is the best policy, so when gunwook comes softly knocking at your door with the broken cd in hand you're a little dumbfounded. like, how do you break a cd mixtape in half?? he explains that he had to wrestle gyuvin's dog because he had it in his mouth. but he says that so deadpan you can't help but laugh at his face. gunwook is still looking at you like 😕 "no y/n this is serious and i'm sorry i wasn't taking care of it"

like gunwook, hao tells you right away because he doesn't want you to feel some typa way about it. he shows you the worn out shoes (rather, only the one for the right foot) you got him on your first year of dating, and how he must have lost or forgot to pack the left shoe while he was preparing to go back from Japan. you examine the shoe and you ask him why he still keeps it when the soles are practically falling off already. he says he keeps it as a goodluck charm and he's pretty sad he lost the other pair. you kiss him on the cheek because he's so cute about it :(

you're at the scene of the crime when it happens: matthew & jiwoong

you're chasing each other around the house for the remote when matthew accidentally knocks over the framed collage you made for him on your anniversary. you both look at each other like 😳 for a few seconds before he finally picks it up to examine it. "luckily, it's just the frame that broke y/n. very fixable" and while he's distracted you steal the remote from his pocket lololol

on the flip side, jiwoong's tactic is ~ distraction ~ when you hear a loud clash come from the garage. the motorcycle you gifted to him for your wedding fell to one side, causing one of the mirrors to break. but when you check up on him in the garage he's all like "hey baby what are you doing here?" whilst chucking the broken side mirror under the car so you don't see it. he's walking over to you quickly so you don't see the mess behind him, and says stuff like "new shirt baby? it looks great. let's go inside now" as he directs you to go back inside.

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It had been Ranpo’s idea to host a sleepover at his place. By some miracle gifted by the gods, the world’s greatest detective had also managed to convince Kunikida to join their idea of a boys night. As if a switch was flipped, Kunikida’s normally serious demeanor while still evident due to Dazai’s presence lessened as the night wore on…but it could’ve been due to the fact that for some odd reason, they all didn’t need to report to the office until the late afternoon.

They all stayed up rather late watching a few movies, making horrendous attempts to tell scary stories and play games. A little after midnight, Atsushi and Kenji passed out, then Kunikida and Junichiro followed before Ranpo fell asleep. The last to sleep was of course Dazai and all was quiet.

At six in the morning, Ranpo and Junichiro both woke up, looking at each other and back to the others who were still sleeping. Despite having most of the day off, the two both knew they wouldn’t be able to lull themselves back to sleep and got off of their futons and began to freshen up.

It was an unanimous decision that they wanted to keep themselves busy rather than lying in bed until everyone awoke. Ranpo quickly whipped out his Nintendo Switch and led Junichiro out into the living room, teaching him the mechanics of how Super Smash Bros worked. Within the next hour, the sun rose but the two were in the middle of an intense battle.

“C’mon…c’mon…AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

“HAHA!! Tanizaki what are you doing?!”

“NOOOOO!! I FELL OFF THE EDGE!!!!”

“Hehehhee! If you keep screaming like that, you’ll wake up the others!“

Junichiro furrowed his brows as his character of Yoshi respawned, understanding that Ranpo was right. If he was screaming, Atsushi and Kunikida would wake up due to the two being relatively light sleepers.

His knuckles were turning white from how hard he was gripping the controller. Ranpo was too damn good at Super Smash Bros for his liking. They were going for another few minutes before Junichiro landed a good blow to Ranpo’s character. Grinning, Junichiro continued to smash the buttons on his controller as he approached Ranpo.

“I’ve gotcha now!” he snickered, attempting to get Ranpo’s character stuck in the egg.

Ranpo wasn’t very phased. In fact, he was as cool as a cucumber, aware of how this would play out. His feet were kicked up on the table towards the left of his Switch set whileJunichiro was stiff, hunched over and anxious, his fingers frantically slamming down on the buttons he needed to press.

As if on cue, Junichiro let out a victorious “HA” as he tried to use his egg skill to trap his formidable opponent only to trap himself within the egg during the process. Letting out a squeak of shock, Junichiro tried to escape but ended up jumping and trapping himself in the egg once more, now tumbling off of the ledge.

“OH NOOOOOOO!!!!” Junichiro screamed, suddenly jumping up and down on the couch, his shock causing him to laugh at the situation. “DAMMIT!!”

“DUDE!!” Ranpo wheezed, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. “How’d that happen?!?”

“I DON’T KNOW!!! I WAS SO CLOSE!!!” Junichiro cried, pulling at his sweating face.

“Wow! You really suck.” Ranpo commented, Junichiro shaking his head in astonishment. Sometimes he still can’t fathom Ranpo’s brutal honesty.

“Jeez, thanks Ranpo san…” Junichiro grumbled, growling as he grabbed the controller. “Again!! C’mon! Again! I will beat you this time!!”

“Mm.” Ranpo hummed, waving his lollipop around before sticking it back in his mouth. “Not when you’re this pissed off.”

Junichiro glared. “Again! Let’s go!!”

Ranpo turned and analyzed the situation. He didn’t need his special ability. He knew from one look that Junichiro was frustrated as well as determined to win. Junichiro was very dedicated to his craft if he took the time to focus but Ranpo knew there’d be no way to really win if he was already this worked up after two rounds.

“I know!” Ranpo giggled, raising a finger into the air and wiggling it around. “How about we take a break?”

The redhead whipped his head to face his friend in the glasses. “Hell no! C’mon! Let’s go one more time!”

Ranpo let out a clicking noise and shook his head. Junichiro watched as the world’s best detective fixed his glasses, adjusted his hat, put his lollipop back in the wrapper and rolled his sleeves up.

“HAAA!”

The sudden sensation of skittering fingers traveled up Junichiro’s sides. Fully aware that he was deathly ticklish, Junichiro squealed and started to scuffle backwards in an attempt to escape Ranpo’s sudden tickle attack.

“Hey!! Wait! Ranpo san!” Junichiro cried, his cheeks burning red.

“C’mon, Tanizaki! I know ya wanna laugh!~” Ranpo teased, slowly teasing his friend’s sides. “Hmm…I think Atsushi kun’s more ticklish than you are…”

A giggle escaped from Junichiro. “Mahaybe you just suck ahahat this!”

A new expression filled Ranpo’s face and Junichiro nervously smiled, his hands raising in surrender before he was suddenly attacked. The tickling now wasn’t only along his sides, but all across his stomach, under his arms, along the sides of his neck, anywhere Ranpo could reach.

“No! Ahaha! I tahahake it back!! C-cohohome on! Ahahaha! Rahahanpo sahahan!!”

“Say uncle!~”

“N-no! NOOHOHO! N-NOT THEHEHERE!!”

Ranpo’s eyes glistened with excitement as he heard those words. That means he must’ve found a good spot. Eyeing out Junichiro’s hips, Ranpo smirked.

“Not there? What about here?~” Ranpo grabbed Junichiro’s waist and grinned at the shriek that escaped. “And here? Ooh! Let’s go here!”

Howling with laughter, Junichiro shook his head, his face bright red as Ranpo targeted his most ticklish spots. His hips and ribs were bombarded with the gentlest of touches and the most ticklish vibrations one could imagine. Laughing hysterically, Junichiro squirmed and flailed, desperate to escape this predicament.

“RAHAHANPO SAHAHAN!! AHAHAA! IHIHIT HUHUHURTS!! IHIHI CAHAHAN’T!! STOP IT!!” Junichiro screamed, kicking and flailing as best as he could.

“Are you gonna take a break?” Ranpo asked, continuing to tickle Junichiro’s hips and ribs.

“Y-YEHEHEHES!! AHAHAHAA I CAHAHAN’T!! RAHAHANPO SAN PLEASE!! STOP!”

With Junichiro now wheezing, Ranpo slowed his tickling fingers to a stop. Looking down, he smirked at his friend who was curled up into a tight ball and breathing heavily.

“You ready to take a break?” he asked, patting Junichiro’s shoulder.

“N-nooooo!!!” Junichiro whined. “C’mon Ra-AHAHAHAA NOOO!! NO WAIT! PLEASE!!”

“I said to take a break!” Ranpo chastised, placing his hands on Junichiro’s ribs once more. “Or do you want more tickling?~”

“N-no!! No more!!” Junichiro begged, finally giving in. “I-I’ll take a break!!”

Removing his hands, Ranpo happily clapped and shoved his lollipop back in his mouth.

“Good!” he exclaimed.

“Ughhh! I’ll get you next time!” Junichiro growled.

“In exchange for a truce in this video game war, how about we go and bother the others who are still sleeping?” Ranpo suggested, gesturing that he intended to do some face drawings on them.

Junichiro smirked, upon realizing that the others slept through all the screaming and laughing. He grabbed the two sharpies that were in the pencil box and handed one to the detective.

“Kunikida san might blow a fuse if we draw on him so let’s not get him.”

“Good idea! Ooh! Dazai! Let’s give Dazai a mustache, big round glasses and big bushy eyebrows!”

“And give Atsushi cat whiskers and Kenji can get a monocle and a goatee!!”

Laughing evilly, the two high fived and began to tiptoe into the guest room with the sleeping victims. Their video game war was long forgotten, replaced by their desire to cause a little bit of mischief.

A/N: Thank you so much for this request Rey!! I loved writing for Ranpo and Junichiro ☺️Fun fact, the Super Smash thing I wrote actually happened to me back in high school😅👍🏼

[roalinda]

if we're talking book prongsfoot material, i have a fond spot for their first meeting in Hogwarts Express. James liking Sirius' ironic wit, the way Sirius backed James up against Snape (and Lily btw). James being childish, open and bold, and Sirius taken by it so naturally. And like, we almost get to see the moment Sirius' life turned, 'breaking family tradition' said as a joke yet, as 'maybe', but we know few more hours with James and it's Gryffindor, baby XD

The train scene is so unique and has such a great impact that can be easily acknowledged as the start of their - quite the double act - which later they became infamous for, even between the teachers. They did it unknowingly yet so in sync despite their young age and their different backgrounds. They simply matched and clicked, like two pieces of a puzzle, soul mates. ♡ 

Sirius' sorting in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin is a complicated thing. He has that quick wit and sarcasm of the Slytherin House members, proven by his quick sarcastic and harsh come back to Snape in the train when he called Gryffindors - brawny than brainy - , telling him that he has none. He didn't say it in a way an eleven years old Gryffindor boy would bluntly say, he said it in a witty stinging way, the Slytherin way. 

BUT, here is the difference, he did it to back up Gryffindor, despite the Black family being Slytherins for generations. He didn't care about the views of his family, their pureblood culture or Snape's comment, he did what he wanted to do and what he felt was right, he did what naturally came to him.

I think James' presence indeed influenced in Sirius' sorting in Gryffindor but I also think that the sorting hat didn't do it just for that. Sirius was a pureblood from an ancient family with probably a vast magical knowledge for his age when he came to Hogwarts, so there is no way he didn't know about the history of the four Houses and their values and motto. (Unlike Harry who didn't know anything and based on what he had heard, asked the hat not to put him in Slytherin.) 

To me, the fact he says that he may break the family tradition half-jokingly, shows his Gryffindor side. Slytherins don't kid about their sorting like that. They have the aura of I-am-better-than-you, be it about their roots or magic and wit. Sirius is indeed haughty and arrogant, but not in the Slythrin way. He is arrogant in the Gryffindor way which is scarier. I believe that the sorting hat saw more Gryffindor traits in him than Slytherin. Sirius is brave, protective, rash, a massive rule-breaker and some one who hurries to help his friends in cases of emergency, without thinking or coming up with a plan beforehand, which is very Gryffindor of him and certainty not Slytherin. 

I think that is what makes Sirius Black a horrific force of nature, someone whose friends have his complete loyalty and foes his stormy wrath, because he is a Gryffindor who has heavy Slytherin traits sleeping deep within him. It is a monstrous power and in all honesty I think the books did Sirius dirty for not showing his full potential when the reader can easily assess that by putting two and two together.

But let us not forget that in sorting there is always a choice, - it is the choices that shows one what truly is, not their abilities - as Dumbledore puts it about sorting, and I think HERE is James' role. Sirius' heart chose James, and that means Gryffindor. But here is the thing, James' heart chose Sirius as well, so personally I think he would have ended up anywhere Sirius was too. 

If there is a love at the first sight notion in the HP series, it exclusively belongs to James and Sirius. The deep platonic love is canon and the romance is very close to canon, easily to be seen between the lines and if you ask for my humble opinion, I daresay that prongsfoot makes sense more than most HP pairings. It is a tragic tale of love and loss, something so grand that cannot be put into words. 

Thank you for the ask ♡ talking about prongsfoot always makes my day brighter ♡

[alyhorse6]

I’ll See You Sunday

AN: I promise I’m working on any requests I have rn, but this hit me and I needed to get it down. This fic was 100% inspired by the fanart above by @lightsintheskye 🫡

AU Context/synopsis: Annette and William are both renowned medical professionals. Annette is a cardiothoracic surgeon, William is a cancer researcher, Wesker is still the captain of S.T.A.R.S. (except he's loyal and doesn't have ill intentions), and Y/n is a S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team Member. Y/n and Wesker are particularly close. One night Annette & William have a highly honored banquet/award ceremony to attend and need someone to look over little Sherry for the evening. Surely Uncle Albert would be willing to help them out…

Warnings: These characters are nothing like their in-game personalities, but it’s my AU and I do what I want, intense fluff🤧

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It was around 3:30 in the afternoon when Wesker received a text from his stepbrother William asking him if he would be available to watch his niece. He didn’t open the message at first, instead, he panicked and texted one of his closest friends for help.

•*•*•*•

Are you available tonight?: Wesker

Y/n: Yeah… why?

I have an emergency: Wesker

Y/n: What happened?

William asked me to babysit Sherry, but I have no clue what to do with a kid: Wesker

Y/n: Albert Wesker. Are you kidding me.

What??: Wesker

Y/n: You said an emergency!

This is an emergency!: Wesker

Y/n: Whatever. What do you need me for?

I need you to come help me :): Wesker

Y/n: Aye aye, Captain🫡

Don’t mock me😑: Wesker

•*•*•*•

After speaking with Y/n, Wesker agreed to do it. William instructed him to arrive no later than 5:30, giving Wesker only 20 minutes to fly across town from the Police Station to the Birkins’ penthouse. In all honesty, Wesker dreaded this whole experience. It had nothing to do with Sherry, she was an angel, but something told him that it would be a long night.

He made it to the complex at 5:25 pm, relieved that he hadn't encountered any traffic police on his route. To meet his deadline, he drove at 35 miles per hour, which was 10 miles above the speed limit, through the bustling and chaotic streets of Raccoon City. In a hurry, Wesker dashed through the opulent lobby and made a beeline for the elevators, frantically hitting the up button. As soon as the elevator chimed, he strode in, elated to find it empty. He punched the button for the top floor, relaxed his body, and leaned against the back wall. Gradually, the elevator began its smooth ascent to the desired floor. The elevator came to a stop with a low hum, and the number "35" glowed brightly in the top right corner on a small screen. Wesker stepped out of the elevator and found himself in the entry room of the penthouse.

•*•*•*•

When do you think you'll be here?: Wesker

Y/n: I should be at the complex in ten

I'll see you when you get here: Wesker

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Wesker waltzed up to the elaborate double doors that led into the home. He breathed in and held it as he knocked firmly, desperate to just get in and get his step-brother and his wife out and on their way to their banquet.

William greeted Albert with a warm smile as he answered the door, "Hey there, Albert! It's great to see you again!"

Wesker forced a smile, deeply unappreciative of the use of his first name, “Hey Will.”

Will leaned in to whisper, “Annette has been freaking out over this whole thing. I don't know if she’s more worried about leaving Sherry for this long or the event in general. This will be the longest we've left Sherry since she was born, but it’s been four months, it's gotta happen sometime.”

“I've got this Will, don’t worry. Plus I'll have help.” Wesker smirked

William narrowed his eyes, “Help? Who've you wrangled into helping you this time?”

“This time?? You say it like I never do anything on my own.” Wesker griped

“Just tell me who it is.” William huffed

Wesker rolled his eyes, “I asked Y/n to help me out.”

“Y/n? Is that the chic from S.T.A.R.S. that you’ve got a crush on?” William snickered

Wesker responded, but not without his jaw dropping slightly, “I do not have a crush on her! Crushes are for kids, which I am not.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you wanna tell yourself,” William smirked

William eventually moved aside and allowed Wesker to enter. As they walked through the front doors, they found themselves in the luxurious living room that could have easily been featured in an exclusive millionaire's catalog. Wesker’s basic apartment looked like a shack compared to this singular room. He'd been here hundreds of times, and yet it never failed to slap him across the face every time he saw it. The room was filled with pretty potted plants, glorious gold detailing, and a coat of the finest beige paint on every wall.

William and Wesker stood around for a few minutes until Annette appeared from the hallway, holding little Sherry in her arms, looking like a munchkin.

“Here she is” Annette greeted with an open-mouthed smile.

Wesker reached a hand out to Sherry, “Hey there! It’s me, Uncle Albert.” The only time Wesker willingly used his first name was with Sherry. She was a weakness.

Sherry cooed a bit and then smiled when she saw her Uncle. Wesker grinned at the little person being so happy to see him. Annette passed the baby to him, and he cradled her softly, swaying back and forth.

“You two better get out of here, your banquet starts at 6:15.” Wesker shooed

William checked his watch and sighed, “I suppose you're right.”

Annette waved Wesker and Sherry goodbye and walked out to the elevator. William quickly turned back around to get one more little jab, “Good luck with your crush Weskie!” He smirked and ran off to join his wife.

Wesker huffed and looked to Sherry, “Don't listen to your silly goose of a father, I do not have a crush.”

Wesker walked toward the living room and sat down before feeling a buzz from his pocket.

•*•*•*•

Y/n: I'm in the lobby coming towards the elevator, make sure I can get in😘

Don’t you worry your pretty head: Wesker

Y/n: Awe you think I’m pretty?🥺

Definitely not.: Wesker

Y/n: And here I was thinking I’d get a date😪

•*•*•*•

About 10 minutes passed before a few soft knocks passed through the door. Wesker got up and opened it greeting Y/n with a kind smile, always unable to help but to smile with her around. Y/n smiled back and waved gently to the man, before giving a little wave and a grin to the adorable baby in his arms.

“Hello there Sherry! I’m Y/n, your Uncle’s friend!” She spoke softly

The infant giggled and smiled at the young woman in front of her. Y/n looked up to Wesker, “Has she ever laughed?? I don’t wanna steal that from her parents!”

“She has don’t worry. She was an early giggler.” Wesker soothed with a small smile. His favorite woman as caring as ever.

The two walked into the penthouse and sat down on the sofa side by side. Wesker would be a lying man if he failed to admit that being with Y/n in this type of setting made his face feel warmer, it was such a rare occasion for him to see Y/n outside of work or a work group. He wanted more of this.

The two sat and talked for a while, Sherry occasionally making sounds from Wesker’s arms, before eventually slowly starting to cry.

“Oh sweetie what’s the matter?!” Y/n fretted

Wesker handed her over to the woman. She didn’t smell, she didn’t seem sleepy, must be hungry. “Hey Wesk, could you heat up a bottle for her?” Y/n asked doe-eyed with worry

“Got it!” Already making his way to the fridge

Y/n followed behind him to the kitchen, delicately bouncing the little one on her hip. Both of the girls watched as Wesker tapped his finger on the counter waiting for the bottle warmer to ding. By now Sherry’s cries had died down some, but she still sniffled and shook in infant distress. Finally, the ding sounded through the room and Wesker removed the bottle, then tested the temperature on his hand. It passed the test so he handed it off to Y/n. She walked back over to the sofa and laid Sherry back in her arms, tipping the nub of the bottle to the baby’s mouth. Wesker joined the two and watched as Sherry started eating. Once she seemed content both Wesker and Y/n relaxed back into the cushions. Y/n faintly grinned at Sherry, while behind her Wesker happily grinned at the sight of her and his niece. Sherry stared brightly at Y/n’s face and grasped at her top, satisfied with her bottle.

Some time passed before Sherry finished. Afterward, Y/n burped her and then passed her back over to her Uncle. Wesker let her lay in his arms while the pair talked for a bit. At some point along the way Sherry got a little squirmy in his arms, so Y/n came up with an idea.

Y/n smirked mischievously at Wesker before asking, “Do they have something to play music on?”

“Yeah- why?” He eyed the young woman

“Can you turn on some Disney songs?”

Y/n asked, batting her eyelashes

Wesker handed Sherry back over to Y/n and got up to silently do as he was asked. He couldn’t bring himself to say no to any request Y/n asked of him. The music started, ‘Un Poco Loco’ from the movie Coco playing throughout the room. Y/n stood from her seat and started to bounce and slowly spin around the room while Sherry giggled. Wesker leaned on the counter and watched the two, giggling softly when Sherry slightly kicked her sock-clad feet. Y/n laughed while they danced to the music.

‘A Whole New World’ from Aladdin came on and Y/n looked over to Wesker, “Come dance with us.” A sweet smile on her face

Wesker couldn’t argue. He walked over to the pair and they swayed back and forth. Sherry stared up into her Uncle’s eyes and smiled. He smiled back at her and held her small hand as they swayed. Y/n admired Wesker as he watched his little niece. She couldn’t deny the crush that had formed on her Captain over the years working with him. He was always so kind to her, listening to her every word when they conversed, making her coffee throughout the day, and always greeting her with a smile. She couldn’t help but fall for the handsome young man when he was just so kind to her.

The song has long since changed, but the swaying continued. Over time Sherry grew sleepy, her blinking becoming slow and heavy. The two decided it was time to call it a night for the little one, carrying her to her nursery. Y/n changed Sherry’s diaper and clothes before swaddling her slowly. Wesker watched every step from over Y/n’s shoulder. It might’ve sounded weird to other people, but Wesker wanted something like this with Y/n. He wanted to spend each evening like this. He’d known the young woman for around 5 years now, and although he’d never admitted his feelings or made any moves on her, he liked her a lot. Maybe all the jokes about him crushing were true. He knew he felt differently about her, he just didn’t want to call it a crush and allow it to seem like some childish flit of life. He wanted so desperately to invite Y/n out to dinner, or the movies, or maybe even to stargaze on the outskirts of the city, but he got nervous anytime he thought about it.

Y/n slowly lowered Sherry into her crib, brushing some stray hairs out of her face once she relaxed into the mattress. She stepped out of the way and allowed Wesker to give her a small kiss on her forehead before they left the room. The two walked down the hall back out to the living room, opting to sit out on the roof to enjoy the warm evening air. They sat next to each other in the cushioned chairs and talked. They talked about work, their personal lives, anything. Eventually, it started to get a bit too windy to sit outside anymore, so they went back into the living room. They watched whatever random movie was on, but eventually, Y/n got sleepy too, her head slowly slipping down onto Wesker’s shoulder. He noticed as soon as it happened, looking down and smiling at the tired woman next to him.

They stayed like that for a good while. Peaceful, Sherry sleeping soundly in her room. Somewhere around 12:30, the hushed sound of the front door being unlocked could be heard. Annette and William quietly walked in, not wanting to wake their daughter. Annette immediately went to check on her baby girl, while William just silently smirked at his stepbrother. Wesker waved him off, and he left the two to join his wife in the nursery. Wesker sighed lowly, dreading the thought of waking Y/n up and this moment with her ending. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head softly, before quietly calling her name to wake her. The woman stirred lightly, slowly opening her eyes and looking around.

She came back to the present when she spotted Weaker and smiled gently, “Hi”

“Hi” he whispered back with a small grin

Y/n sat up slowly, stretching her arms and yawning along the way. She looked back over to Wesker, dreading the idea of getting up.

“I'll walk you to your car,” he murmured

Y/n hummed lowly, “Yes, please.”

The two stood from the sofa and walked out to the elevator. The ride down to the lobby was slow. Wesker chewed on the inside of his cheek, debating on whether he should ask Y/n out to dinner. The elevator dinged, signaling their arrival to the lobby. They walked over to the garage elevator and descended to their cars. Wesker walked Y/n to her car, he could tell she was still kind of sleepy.

“Do want me to just give you a ride home? You're sleepy and I want you to be safe,” he offered

Y/n looked over at him and blushed, “I'll be okay, thank you though.”

“Well… could I at least maybe take you to dinner? Just you and me,” he mumbled sheepishly

A smile spread on Y/n’s face as her blush grew, “I'd like that a lot”

Wesker smiled giddily, “Sunday… pick you up at 5:30?”

“It's a date!” Y/n cheered, turning to face the man next to her as they reached her car door

“It’s a date” Wesker mirrored

The two smiled at each other for a minute. Y/n speaking up first, “I suppose I better go home and get to bed…”

“You get your rest Y/n, sleep well.” Wesker agreed

Y/n smiled up at him, “You sleep too Wesk. I need you rested for our date”

Wesker grinned back at the young woman in front of him, “Bye my dear, I’ll see you Sunday.”

“Bye Wesk, I’ll see you Sunday.”

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AN: Should I continue this AU? And if so, if any of you guys have any name suggestions for the AU either comment them or send them in my ask box. Bye Angels!🤍

[jokertrap-ran]

[Gakuen K] SCEPTER 4 Route: Ditching School Translation

*Translator’s note : MC’s name shall remain as my normal (水嶋ラン) *Gakuen K Masterlist / Gakuen K Mobile Masterlist *Spoiler FREE : Translations under cut ! *T/N: Time for me to unload all the translations I've been hoarding in my drafts because I was too busy to format them into a post but finally got time during the weekends to clear some- ♡

Ran: …*Sigh*

Ran: (I ended up skipping Club too…)

Ran: (I'm starting to dread having to participate in Club Activities tomorrow…)

Ran: Let's just turn in for today.

Ran: (I really hope this gloomy feeling disappears when I wake up…)

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Ran: (It's so quiet here. There’s no one around. I wonder if I can enter the school building…?)

Munakata: Oh? You're here early.

Ran: Munakata-senpai.

Munakata: Classes only start an hour from now. Did you forget something, perchance?

Ran: No, that's not why I'm… Well, I woke up early because I'd gone to bed much earlier than usual last night.

Ran: And then I ended up coming to school early because I didn't have anything better to do anyway. What about you?

Munakata: No particular reason. I always come to school at this hour.

Ran: Really?

Munakata: Really. I'm more productive with my work here than when I stay at home.

Ran: Work? From the Student Council and the Blue Club? What kind of work do you have to do?

Munakata: A variety of things, but let's leave it at that. How are you feeling, if you don't mind me asking?

Ran: Huh?

Munakata: I got a report that you'd taken an absence from our club activities due to poor health.

Ran: Oh… Uh, yeah. That's right.

Munakata: …Are you truly unwell?

Ran: Y-Yes! My throat was kinda sore… so I thought that it was the start of a cold?

Ran: But I'm good now!

Munakata: So, am I to assume that you are now fit to participate in Club activities?

Ran: Well…

Munakata: Please follow me.

Ran: Oh, okay!

Munakata: Why did you lie?

Ran: What?

Munakata: You weren't feeling unwell at all, were you?

Ran: How did you…

Munakata: Anyone with eyes can see that you're perfectly fine despite having claimed to be absent due to illness only just recently.

Ran: Sorry…

Munakata: I'm not mad at you for your absence.

Munakata: The issue here is your lying tendencies. I approved of your tentative entry to this Club because of your honesty.

Ran: …

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Munakata: Come in.

Munakata: I apologize for suddenly calling you here.

Fushimi: What did you call me here for, Captain?

Fushimi: I was called away while I was in the middle of my disciplinary committee duties, so please be quick about this.

Munakata: I'll cut right to the chase then. Fushimi-kun, did you say something to her?

Fushimi: Huh…?

Munakata: I'd previously entrusted you with the duty of bringing her around for a tour of the place, but she seems to have been rather down ever since.

Fushimi: Can't you just ask her? She's right there, isn't she?

Munakata: And so… it seems like Fushimi-kun isn't exactly aware of his actions either.

Fushimi: Yeah, no.

Munakata: Alright then. Mizushima-san.

Ran: Yes?

Munakata: Please explain to us the real reason why you decided to take a leave of absence from club activities.

Ran: That's because Fushimi-kun…

Ran: He told me not to drag the others down, so I gave it some thought… and the more I thought about it…

Ran: The more I started to doubt if I could really fit in with the Blue Club.

Munakata: I see. So the reason did lie with Fushimi-kun after all.

Ran: No, it's not his fault. I'm the one to blame…

Fushimi: Sure, I did tell you not to drag us down, but I didn't tell you not to come, did I?

Ran: Huh?

Munakata: I suppose that's his way of watching out for you. It's him being considerate, if you may.

Ran: Considerate?

Munakata: Yes, despite how crude it may sound.

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Next Scene: Mentor

[drop--pop--candy]

i hope you didn't miss me too much~ tis i, ever-sparkling sylvie, gracing your inbox at a timely twelve am! at least, in my timezone. please don't worry about my sleep schedule. i find myself awake during these hours a lot of the time. i hope you're enjoying whatever hour it is where you are ♪

i really did mean to hop in at least once in the past, what, twenty-four hours? but whenever it passed my mind it slipped right out and i'd totally forget. but now i've remembered, yay!

i'd just like to tell you that i suddenly got hit with a burst of inspiraton and creative clarity? it's CRAZY. i was thinking about one of my fic projects, kind of just twirling the characters around in my head—a more graceful interpretation of rotating them as if in a microwave—and it kind of just...came to me. and i kept on thinking, kept mentally writing, telling myself, oh, this is really good, until it came to the point where i thought: man. do i have to ground this somewhere.

i don't know if anyone other than myself does this, but i like to look up locations that pop up in my stories that i haven't personally been to, or just pull inspiration from real places that have found their way into the file cabinet labeled 'inspiration' in my heart. to me, it grounds the scene and gives my concepts a backgrop. and what i was struck with, then, was good enough to be grounded. so i started looking at airbnbs in seoul! (some context: fic is set in korea; character a is visiting & character b is based in kr; scene is about cooking; story has more of a homey feel so i'd rather have this & other important scenes take place in a proper house rather than, like, a kitchenette hotel.) and oh my goodness. within a minute i'd found the most beautiful house... it's clean, white, and with wooden accents. not the most cozy, per se, but definitely serene. and it has the most lush, peaceful back garden. i fell in love! truly, i fell in love. i can't wait to write this scene. but first, i felt the need to tell you the good news, because it'd been an unintentionally long while since i'd last reached out & i wanted to compensate. i know a day or so isn't so long, but i really did mean to reach out to you during that time. lol.

i hope you, too, are struck with the inspiration, motivation, and energy i have! in all honesty i've been having a rough patch so i feel as if this came to save my day. i hope that today, something saves your day, at least a little. my apologies for going on such a long tangent about myself. thank you for entertaining me! i hope my message comes as a sweet surprise to you, in the same way my muse so kindly came to me.

♡, sylvie

hi sylvie!!! i'm glad you're back!! i was afraid i scared you off lol

as i'm writing this, it's creeping up on 2am. that's not weird for me tho i stay up this late all the time during summer. dw abt not popping in!! i am the most forgetful person like ever lmaoaoao so i get it

that's really good to hear!! it's always great when inspiration strikes like that :3 i've heard some of my other writer friends look places up to help with their stories. personally i tend to just make stuff up when i write but i totally understand how basing it on a real place could really help with being able to visualize it!!

i haven't had anything massive that's "saved my day" or anything, but i have had a handful of really nice interactions with my friends over the past couple of days :D and that's really all i can hope for yk?

really it's no worries at all! i like hearing people talk about things that bring them joy it's sort of like they're sharing that feeling with me if that makes sense :> it was a nice surprise!! asks pretty much always are, they're not exactly frequent but i cherish all of them <33

[hrts4chaee]

AFTER DARK☁️ min yoongi.

pair. yoongi x reader genre. smut, romance warnings.unprotected sex, mention of safe word, yoongi has big...heh, yoongi is whipped, rough yoongi, word count. 2.5+ summary. He didn't need love. At least, that's what he told himself before he met her.

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It was like a bliss.

The electricity I felt when our hands made small contact, as if the world was collapsing, as if two worlds were about to clash. As if the Lord wanted to tell me there's a possibility of him and I. Even though I didn't believe in his God, in his religion, I felt as if he told me we're okay. Like he heard my prayers during one winter night in this cold country, "Is it too much to hope for, for us to be together in this lifetime?" I prayed because I knew there's something so delicate about this time, so fragile. And even if nothing came out of it, at least i have known this beautiful feeling, the wonderful sense of love. It is something I can always keep close to me, to draw from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine. No matter what happens next, I'll always be glad to know there's someone like Yoongi in the world.

Even when we made eye contact for 100th time, it was love. It was the mood of the time, the feeling of forever. The sense we could live and die by our word and never regret a thing. I remember when he was so outraged by the world when I walked in his life, but all i wanted was to be part of that. But he couldn't say it was love, not until our lips touched for the first time during cold winter. That's the moment he was lost in passion and love.

"I love you, you know that?" I told him, I could see the glimpse of his cheek getting redder by second. My head rested on his chest, I wasn't able to see him fully.

"I do, but you do know I love you way more?" He whispered and giggle left my lips.

"That's impossible."

He looked at me with annoyed face but he still looked adorable.

"Y/N. I am the one who started loving you beside the fact I hate everything about my life."

"And I am here to give you as much love as you give hate to the world." I looked at him with serious expression, if stare could kill, he would be dead right now. Sitting up from the bed, I continued to stare at him. "...What?"

"You're annoying." He laughed out loud.

"Oh but you still love me." He said.

"I do, but you're still annoying." I laid back on his chest and hugged him tightly. I was listening to his heartbeat, since i always do that whenever i get annoyed at him. The best part about listening to the beating muscle was that I could feel his heart starting to beat with same pace as mine. I loved to think we're one. One body and one soul. "I love you so much and you have no idea how much, Yoongi..."

Honesty was written on my face but the way he looked at me made me question if he didn't believe me. And something in him shifted.

"Have you ever been with a man, Y/N?"His voice is low and husky.

My heart hammers hard in my chest as I nod. "I've had sex before."

"That's not what I asked," he says, pausing right in front of me, the tip of his shoes touching mine as he stares down at me. "I don't care about those boys who might've fumbled around between your legs a time or two. I want to know if you've been with a man."

I hesitate before slowly shaking my head. If he is a man, if this is what being with a man is like, I've never been with one. I've messed around with boys at parties, even had a boyfriend for a while back in Busan that took my virginity in the backseat of a rusty Chevrolet. But whatever is happening right now between us is something I've never felt before.

It's electricity.

He cups my chin with his hand, tilting my face so I have no choice but to look him in the eyes. His thumb sweeps along my bottom lip, and I let out a shuddering breath as he leans closer, tilting his head like he's going to kiss me, but he pauses there instead. His gaze burns through me, seeping down into my soul, seizing me like a prisoner.

I'm a willing captive.

"You don't have to be afraid," he says. "I'm not going to hurt you."

He kisses me then. His lips are soft-so, so soft, like velvet, a stark contrast to the roughness of the rest of him. His kiss is gentle, little more than breaths against my lips that I eagerly inhale, taking him in. I let out a soft moan, hardly catching it as he whispers, "unless you want me to."

A hint of a smile takes over his face when he pulls away. I should be alarmed. I should head right back out that front door and run far, far away, but I can't. I can do nothing but stand there and shiver as he lets go of me, tak- ing a step back. He regards me for a moment, eyes sweep- ing down my body, as his smile grows.

He's a child with a brand new toy, and I just hope he doesn't break me as soon as I'm out of the package.

He's on me then, his hands seeking me out as his lips once more meet mine. None of the gentleness from a mo- ment ago is in his touch. He seizes me, pulling me into his grasp, taking my breath away with his hard kiss. I gasp as he lifts me up, hands gripping my hips. I cling to him, wrap- ping my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.

He's strong-Jesus, he's stronger than I expected, holding me like I'm weightless as he carries me upstairs to his bedroom. As soon as we're inside, he kicks the door shut and hauls me over to the bed, his lips still on mine.

He lays me back on the crisp white sheets, him on top, his weight pressing down on me, constricting my chest. My lungs burn, the butterflies in my stomach flapping wildly, ready to take flight.

A strange thrill soars through me when he moves from my mouth, his lips trailing down my jaw line, finding my neck. He kisses and licks, his teeth grazing the skin, as his hands hike up my dress, shoving it to my waist.

I barely have time to think, to agonize over the fact that I'm pretty sure I'm wearing plain white cotton panties that are probably not sexy at all, when his hand slips be- neath the flimsy fabric, fingertips grazing my clit. My back arches involuntarily as a gasp escapes my throat, the jolt of pleasure tearing through my insides, the first lightning strike of an oncoming storm.

I'm caught in a whirlwind. There's no other way to describe it, no way to explain it, except that I've been swept up so fast that I can no longer even see the ground. His hands are all over me, tearing off clothes, as his lips seek out every stitch of exposed skin.

The dress is yanked off and flung across the room, barely hitting the floor before he's leaving a searing trail of kisses down my stomach. Slipping his hands beneath me, he makes speedy work of my bra, tearing it off.

He grasps the sides of my panties, and I lift up in- stinctively when he tugs them down. My knees find one an- other, drawn together like magnets, as my hands cover my breasts, timidly shielding my naked body from his view as he sits back. He regards me warily, seeming to hesitate for a fraction of a second when he sees how I'm laying there, but it doesn't deter him from pulling his shirt off. His hands make work of his pants, unbuckling the belt and unzipping them, the sound seeming to echo through the quiet room.

It makes my heart race faster than before, so frenzied my vision blurs when he pulls them off along with his box- ers, leaving him just as naked as I am.

I can't look.

I can't look.

I can't help it.

I look.

I have to.

He pries my legs apart and moves to the space between them. My eyes are drawn down his broad chest, following the trail of shadowy hair along his toned stom- ach, straight to his cock. My eyes widened when I catch sight of it.

He plans to fit that thing inside of me?

I only get a brief glimpse, a murky silhouette in the darkness as he grasps ahold of his cock and strokes it, be- fore I feel it pressing against me. My eyes drift closed as he rubs the head of it against my clit, sending those tiny jolts of electricity through me.

"I'll take it easy on you," he says as he pushes inside of me for the first time, moving slowly, covering my body with his.

Don't, a part of me screams, the animal inside trying to claw its way out, but I swallow the word down, almost ter- rified to verbalize it. I don't know what he means, and I'm already in way, way over my head as it is. I feel like a virgin all over again, except I wasn't nearly as nervous back then. I was just handing over my body then, letting them caress my skin, but I have a feeling this man's planning to go much deeper than that with me.

He pulls out before pushing back in again, moving ag- onizingly slow, letting my body adjust, but I don't think that's possible. I don't think I can ever get used to him.

"If you want me to stop, just tell me," he says, "and I will."

"Should we..." My voice is a strained whisper. "I mean, should I have a safe word or something?"

I've watched movies, I've read books, and I'm not sure how kinky this man gets.

He stalls mid-thrust, pulling back to look at me, his eyebrow curving. I can see the twinkle in his eyes, amuse- ment, the monster intrigued by my question. "Do you want one?"

"I, uh... do I need one?"

He seems to consider that for a moment, halfway in- side of me, before shaking his head and pushing into me, a little harder this time, making my breath hitch.

"Not this time," he says, fighting off a smile. "Just relax."

I try.

Dammit, I try.

But as soon as I start to relax, Yoongi finds his rhythm, hiking my legs up to fill me deeply. I gasp, my hands run- ning through his hair, the slight curls surprisingly soft, as he leans down to kiss me. With his lips on mine, he thrusts hard, so hard he nearly knocks the breath from my lungs. Unnatural noises escape my throat that he greedily swal- lows with his kiss, increasing his pace, eliciting more of the sounds from me.

Again.

And again.

And again.

I suspected it, from his earlier question, but it isn't until he's inside of me, pounding against me, his arms wrapped around me, holding me so tightly I can hardly breathe, fucking me so hard I can barely think, that I realize just how much I've been missing. Everything before this moment was child's play, but this man is the major league.

He fucks me like he means it, like he needs it, like being inside of me is more important than anything inside of him, and every cell in my body calls out to him, craving more of it. His hands work magic on my skin, slipping between us to stroke my clit. The mere touch sends sparks through me. He rubs circles around it, as my body grows taut. I can feel it, building and building, the pressure filling me up until I'm about to burst.

The pleasure explodes inside of me, unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I squeeze my eyes shut. It's like fireworks all around me when all I've ever seen before were measly sparklers. I cry out, arching my back, my breasts flush against his chest. I can feel myself con- vulsing around him, squeezing his cock for a second be- fore it's gone. He pulls out, pulls away from me just as I start to come. I'm momentarily stunned by the absence of everything I feel nothing but coldness, air all around me. No warmth. No him.

No nothing.

My orgasm fades away as soon as it hits, the fire- works a dud that fizzle and fade into the night sky.

Oh, God. No. No. No. Don't do this to me. My eyes snap open as the bed shifts, and I barely have time to glance over when he pushes my legs apart wider, his tongue softly grazing my clit.

Oh, God. Wait. Yes. Yes. Yes.

He licks and sucks, pumping his fingers inside of me, his head between my thighs. Gasping, I run my hands through his hair, grasping ahold of the locks, as I shudder. It takes a few seconds for the fading pleasure to sweep back through me, somehow even more intense, swaddling my entire body in heat.

Orgasm rocks me, and I let out a shriek, arching my back as I convulse. He doesn't let up, doesn't stop, his tongue running circles around my clit before he sucks on it, his fingers deep inside of me.

I relax back into the bed, panting when the sensation subsides, but I don't have time to catch my breath. He's in- side of me again, thrusting deep, as his lips find mine. I don't even think about it, don't hesitate, kissing him deeply as he laughs against my mouth.

"You like that?" he asks, his voice strained, like he can't quite catch his breath. "Can you taste yourself?"

I'm embarrassed for a second, long enough for my face to heat, as he kisses me again, and again. I can taste myself, but I don't have a chance to dwell on it, because he's fucking me just as frenzied as before. His hips slam into mine, noises escaping my throat that he continues to smother with his kiss. I can feel his breath coming out in pants as he thrusts mercilessly, desperately.

And then he's off of me again, pulling out. This time he sits back on his knees and grasps his cock, stroking it as he tilts his head back, eyes closed. I stare at him in the moonlight, stunned by the sight of him coming, a mix of agony and pleasure seeming to twist his features as he grunts. He slows his strokes, stilling his hand, and just sits there, his chest falling and rising as he breathes deeply.

It's beautiful.

I don't know how else to describe it.

Yoongi is a work of art, confident in every aspect, and it's certainly warranted. I just lay there, my body made of jelly, while he towers above me like fortified steel. I'm suddenly weak and helpless, oh-so-vulnerable and at his mercy, at his disposal, and he's not dented even the slightest bit.

And that's truly when I realize we are each other's sunshine after long dark.

[luveline]

JADE HAPPY NEW YEAR ILY ILY ILY!!! ♡♡♡ can i pretty please request some new years eve hurt/comfort with fred weasley from the a special friend universe? maybe r is struggling a lot so they just spend new years eve bundled up in blankets on the couch (up to you if george and angelina make an appearance)

Happy New Year! ILY, thank you for your request! Fred and his poor ghost girl :( fem!reader ♥︎ 

Fred's already awake when you rouse. If he could have, he would've let you sleep where you'd been all day, your face buried in the space between his arm and his chest and your hand held over his ribs, but he'd had to help Bill with their rogue niffler situation again. 

He turns to smile at your tired face, setting his mug of tea down on the kitchen table. 

"Hey," he says. "You okay?" 

He's an expert in you, or so he'd like to think, and your expression is worrying. You look as you had when you'd first met, face clouded with despondency, eyebrows pinched up just a touch. 

"Just tired," you murmur. Your voice is quiet and scratchy and worn, like you've been talking for a hundred years, all by yourself. 

He gestures for you to come into the kitchen. 

When you're standing close enough to touch, he tilts his head up and gives you his warmest, slowest smile. He hopes it says, You're alright, and if you aren't there's no need to worry. 

"Do you want to sit on my lap?" he asks quietly. 

"'M heavy," you mumble. 

He loves how, despite your grumbling, he only needs to sit back for you to take him up on his offer. You move very carefully and you refuse to put all of your weight on him, but Fred doesn't mind at all as your thighs press into his, and you work your arm behind his back for security. 

"There's tea," he says. 

His body reacts to you without intention, cheek dipping to your temple and arms curling around you. You take a little sip of his tea though you don't like it the way he does. 

"What's the matter, my love?" he says, again, so quiet. 

"Not sure," you say, your pitch creeping upward, a first sign of internal distress. 

He lifts his head and pulls you in closer. Your side is soft against his stomach, your face hot as it slips into the crook of his neck. Hopefully you know by now that it's okay, but still he wants to tell you, making sure with absolute surety that you understand how much he doesn't mind. 

"That's okay…" His hand closes over your arm, squeezing and massaging the dough at the crease of your elbow. "You'll tell me when you figure it out?" 

You exhale into his skin. "Yeah." 

While he doesn't care, you aren't light, and the kitchen chair is uncomfortable. His leg aches in the odd position it's held at. He doesn't tell you because while he loves you no matter what weight you are, he knows you'll internalise it, and that isn't something you need today. 

"Lie on the settee with me," he says. 

You nod like you're sleepwalking and climb out of his lap. He gets you on the settee, film on, quilt over your legs. You watch him. You aren't hostile in any way, but he does think there's something unhappy about the way you're looking at him. 

"You aren't mad at me, are you, doll?" he asks. 

"Do I look mad?" 

There's his girl. Depressed, unhappy, panicked, you're still reaching out. He pulls the quilt up to slip in beside you, hand reaching not quite gently for your face. He pushes the corner of your lips up into a half smile. 

"No," he says, grinning. 

You're infected with a smile of your own. 

It doesn't last. You sink into his side and watch the film in near silence, the only sound your sluggish breathing. He plays with your fingers for an hour, but eventually he starts to feel rather upset too. He doesn't show it, ever, that your sadness gets to him. He knows he should — honesty is important to him between the two of you, is conducive to your continued success as the best, warmest couple he knows. But he doesn't. It's one of those sacrifices of love, and it doesn't feel like a sacrifice at all. Your unhappiness makes him unhappy, and neither of you can help it. 

He steals his hand back, arm over your shoulder, behind your neck, and waves his fingers behind your ear, encouraging your neck to be bared to him. He kisses you very, very softly until he gets to your jaw, where he bestows a fiercer kiss. 

"I love you," he says, rubbing a short line into your cheek with his nose. 

"I love you too, Freddie." You clear your throat. "You mean everything to me." 

He grins like a fool. "Everything…" 

He can't get as sticky as he wants to, dissuaded by the sharp cracking sound of an disapparation near the front door. 

"Guys?" George calls. 

Fred puts some space between the two of you but not much, hand falling back to your collar, face turned to the doorway. 

George appears smartly dressed. 

"Hey," he says, more to you than Fred, as they've already seen each other today, "we missed you at breakfast. How are you feeling?" 

"I'm fine. Just tired."

"Well, you look snug. I'll take it you aren't coming tonight?" 

Somebody is throwing a New Year's Eve party. Fred and George have been invited, popular still despite years tormenting their fellow classmates, and so you're invited by extension as the love of Fred's life. He hadn't thought about it since you came out this morning. 

"No, we're coming," you say, sounding like you'd secretly rather die. 

"We definitely aren't," Fred says, twisting so he can lay in your lap. You receive him without complaint, though your lips have parted in surprise. "I'm knackered from all the strenuous activity this morning." 

"Ew," George says. 

"The niffler!" Fred shouts with a laugh. "How dare you. And while my girl's here." 

"Christ," George mutters. "Has he been like this all day?" 

You dip your face down to Fred's and look him in the eye, your gentle hands framing either side of his face. The heat of your palms seeps into his skin. "George, I love you, but this is never going to work. I'm on Fred's team," you say, fingertips threading into the start of his hairline and raking it away. "Always am," you say, lips barely parted. 

"Disgusting," George says. "Alright, well. Happy New Years for tonight. Love you both, anything gross should occur in your room and not on the shared sofa." 

Fred lifts his head and thankfully you lower your own for a kiss. He holds your face in one hand. 

"Wait until I've gone, at least! Merlin." 

Fred sits up properly and turns, a pretzel, trying to kiss you more while you're up for it. "Love you," he says again, lips pressed to yours, the words half-lost in the action. 

You pull apart.

You spend a quiet night together like that. You're not better, kisses don't ever magically fix anything, but you hold his hand and stroke his fingernails with the pad of your index finger, and you fall asleep before the countdown for the new year's begun. 

Fireworks crack over the sky outside, colours bursting in through the thin curtains. 

You shift in your sleep. 

"Happy New Year, sweetheart," he whispers, and kisses the corner of your lips. He lingers there for a moment, both your hands in his. 

As long as he's got you, he reckons it's going to be a good year. 

[highwayorgantrade]

Okay, so basically!!

Hi!! My name is Kat, I'm 22, she/her, and this is basically a summary (I guess is the best word) of my profile. This is where I'll update a masterlist, who/what I write for, and some other information I feel like is important. So first things first, a masterlist and stuff I plan to write!

Main blog : @wavegrandpa

Wattpad: HighwayOrganTrade

As you can see, this list is very very empty, but I hope I fill it soon with all the little scenarios y'all use to get yourselves to sleep. This is not an end all, be all as to who I write for :). As a reminder, requests are open for now!

♡ = 18+, ♤ = fluff, ☀ = angst

♫ = there's a cool playlist for this one!

Movies

Twilight

Carlisle Cullen

Art History ♡ ♤ ♫

Live A Little ♡ ♫

As Long As You’re There ♤ ♫

Alice Cullen

Nothing here yet!

Jasper Hale

Honesty Hour ♡ ♫

Jacob Black

Nothing here yet!

Edward Cullen

Nothing here yet!

Various

Nothing here yet!

Harry Potter

Severus Snape

Nothing here yet!

Sirius Black

Nothing here yet!

Fred Weasley

Nothing here yet!

George Weasley

Nothing here yet!

Cedric Diggory

Nothing here yet!

Various

Nothing here yet!

Video Games

Red Dead Redemption II

Arthur Morgan

Nothing here yet!

John Marston

Nothing here yet!

Javier Escuella

Nothing here yet!

Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Ghost

An Echo In The Dark (Part One) (Part Two) ♡ ♫

Baptized By Fire (I)

König

Sciamachy ♤ ☀

An Echo In The Dark (Part One) (Part Two) ♡ ♫

Soap MacTavish

Nothing here yet!

Gaz

Nothing here yet!

Alejandro

Nothing here yet!

Various

I Can’t (John Price x Reader) ♤☀

Series

Safe House: Chapter I (Soap)

Miscellaneous

Pelle (Midsommar 2019)

A Little Distraction ♤

Geralt (The Witcher)

Kylo Ren (Star Wars)

Lestat (Interview With The Vampire 1994)

Just a few more things:

Minors. I kindly ask that minors find a different author to read. Not all of my works will be 18+, but regardless, most of them will be coded a certain way. I have a very hard time writing 18+, mostly because I think about how I read things I shouldn't have at a certain age, and it altered how I viewed relationships and how sex should be. Knowing a minor is consuming my works would make me extremely uncomfortable, so I must reiterate that this blog is MDNI (Minors Do Not Interact).

While I do love writing, I do not get paid for it (unless you're hiring lol). If I could write day in and day out, I would, I promise. I have a full time job, and I have friends and hobbies outside of Tumblr. Aside from this, I have bipolar disorder, that includes episodes of mania and depression. I cannot tell when these episodes are going to happen, and I rarely know when they are actively happening. With all this in mind, please understand if my fics are posted randomly. I don't intend on ghosting this blog or any of you wonderful people! If you're curious on why I haven't posted (or if I'm taking over your feed), you can always send an ask! I will always answer any questions to the best of my abilities.

[greg-montgomery]

greg thoughts: reader is self conscious of her post-partum body: weight gain, stretch marks etc and greg makes it his mission to comfort her and let her know how beautiful she is inside and out and how he loves her unconditionally (only if you're ok writing about this topic) ♡

okay but greg becoming a dad...i will cry :(

cw: the reader talks about body image and weight gain

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"Sweetheart, are you ready? We're gonna be late," you hear Greg's voice, coming from the living room.

The truth is, you're not ready. This is your first night out with your husband after having a baby and you have nothing to wear.

You've spent the last hour trying on every piece of "nice" clothing you own, but nothing fits anymore.

The only one that you can actually fit in, is the dress you're trying on right now.

Your reflection in the mirror is someone you don't recognize anymore. This is not what you used to look like. You're different, bigger. And you're having a hard time accepting it.

"Not yet. Sorry," you yell back.

His footsteps towards the bedroom make you close your eyes in frustration. The last thing you need right now is your handsome husband seeing you in a dress that makes every insecurity you have stand out.

"Honey, I'm changing," you say, annoyed, when he walks through the door.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before."

Greg probably expects you to smile at his words, but instead you frown. That's probably what makes him ask you what's wrong.

"It's nothing. I just don't feel so good. Maybe you should call the restaurant and cancel our reservation," you reply.

"Baby," he says, softly, and wraps his arms around your waist. He presses his lips behind your ear and continues, "Do you feel sick? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

His hands on you make you feel even more insecure. You don't want him to touch your body, so you pull away.

But Greg loves you. Which means that Greg knows you.

"Okay, what is it? For real this time."

You turn to look at him, dropping your hands on your sides, so your body can be fully seen. "Look at me," you ask from him. "Look at me in this dress."

"Oh, I am looking. And you're gorgeous," he says with enthusiasm.

"I'm not, Greg," you sigh. "I'm not...me."

"What do you mean? You're my Y/N, who happens to be the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen."

"But I've changed," your voice breaks. "I'm so much bigger now, my body is covered in stretch marks and nothing fits me anymore."

"Baby, that's what's been bothering you?" He moves close to you again.

You nod your head with tears in your eyes.

"Y/N, you brought a human in this world. Of course your body changed. It's normal."

"But it's not pretty."

"Who says that? Because all I see is beauty when I look at it," he says with honesty that cannot be faked.

"Greg..."

"Look at me," he interrupts you and takes your hands in his. "I love you. My Y/N, my wife and best friend. No matter how small or big you get, you'll always be the most beautiful woman to me. I wouldn't care if you gained weight because we had ten babies or because we ate burgers every night. I love you and I want you. Like crazy."

"Do you really mean that?" you ask, melting under his loving gaze.

"Of course, honey. Would you love me any less if I gained weight?"

"Never," you answer fast. Just the thought of it sounds ridiculous in your head. Maybe you can see his point of view now.

"See?"

"Mhm..."

"Now let's go," he grins. "I want the whole world to see how hot my wife looks in her black dress."