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40 Brutal Truths I Wish I Knew in My 20s

Want to get rich faster? Here’s what I wish I knew while building my first software company in my 20s. I’m 44 now, but I’ve been where you are. Trying to figure it out, make money, and not screw up along the way. If I could talk to my 20-year-old self and give him some advice on how to get rich a lot faster. There’re 40 hard-learned lessons, I’d want him to know. At the time of this recording,…

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Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: Late night research turns into an early morning cuddle session.

TW: Fluff, pining, flirting.

Dean Winchester sat at the table in the bunker surrounded by piles of books. With a glance at the clock in the corner of his laptop, he realized that Sam had gone to bed almost an hour ago. Dean was exhausted, but hated the idea of leaving Y/N alone to do research by herself.

The case they were working on involved children and those particular cases had always been a difficult for her. Y/N would stay up for days on end if it meant bringing a child back to their parent safely.

She was a ray of sunshine with a heart of gold, a genuine sweetheart who could do no wrong. Dean often found himself wondering why someone so good would choose to be involved with the Winchesters.

Y/N had quickly become the one stable point in the rocky relationship between Sam and Dean. She often played mediator between the brothers and Dean would never be able to thank her enough for that.

Dean's eyes wandered to the clock face of his watch. It was almost 4 o'clock in the morning and Dean sighed. He decided that it was time for the two hunters to drag themselves into bed for a few hours of sleep before hitting the books again.

He opened his mouth to voice his thoughts to Y/N before a soft snore from behind the large pile of books separating them stopped him.

Dean closed his book and set it on the edge of the table before standing from his seat. He rounded the table, a small smile coming to his face when he saw Y/N.

Her arms were crossed on top of her open book, head leaned against her bicep as she slept. Her eyelids fluttered as she dreamt, eyelashes brushing against the apples of her cheeks.

Dean squatted down beside her chair, hand rubbing over her back as he tried to wake her gently. She looked so peaceful, but she would be endlessly sore if he let her continue sleeping like that. Y/N made a soft noise before her bright eyes fluttered open, making Dean's smile widen slightly.

Y/N was absolutely gorgeous and Dean would never admit it, but he had always wondered what they could be together.

Dean knew that he didn't exactly have the best track record with dating and relationships. Hell, she probably thought of him as a friend and would never see him as anything more. Dean had decided a long time ago was better to preserve the relationship as it was than to push for more and be left with nothing.

"Sweetheart, you're drooling on a book that's almost a thousand years old. Let's get you into bed before you do any damage, alright?" He questioned softly.

Y/N sat up in her seat, grimacing as her back cracked from being hunched over, "You alright?" Dean asked, she nodded.

"How long was I out?" Y/N asked softly.

"No clue, but we haven't talked in almost three hours," He said, hand resting on her knee.

She allowed Dean to lead her through the war room and down the hallway towards their bedrooms. Dean opened her door for her, watching her shuffle across the room before falling into her bed fully dressed.

Y/N huffed, "Did you find anything?" She asked, "Not yet, but we both need to get some sleep" Dean said.

Y/N nodded and Dean rose to his feet, "C'mon, time for bed," He said, she stood from her chair.

He shook his head with a smile, making his way over and taking off her shoes for her. She shuffled out of her cardigan, half-heartedly tossing it towards the end of the bed.

Dean grabbed her folded blanket that had been draped over the back of her chair. He spread out the fluffy material on top of her, making sure she was fully covered before turning to leave.

Her hand slipped out from under the blanket, fingers circling around his wrist, "Stay," She said softly.

Dean felt his cheeks flush, they had shared a bed on multiple occasions, but he hadn't expected her to ask.

He liked having her in the same space as he and Sammy when they traveled so he could better protect her in case something happened. But this was different, this was her space and not just a matter of circumstance.

Y/N stared up at him, "Please, stay," She repeated, he nodded.

"Yeah, I'll stay," Dean said.

She let go of his hand, pulling her arm back underneath her blanket. Dean shrugged off his flannel and kicked off his shoes, crawling into the bed beside her.

Y/N turned to face him, tossing the blanket over him before slipping one of her legs between his. Dean wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to himself. She rested her head down on his chest, snuggling closer to him.

Y/N tilted her head up suddenly, looking at him with wide eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn't even ask. Is this okay? I can back off if it makes you uncomfortable," She said softly.

"No, this is great," He assured, thumb rubbing back and forth across the small of her back.

She settled back in against him, resting her head down on his chest with a content sigh. They laid together in silence for a few minutes before she spoke again, "Your heart is beating really fast," Y/N stated.

"That's only because I have the most beautiful woman in the world using me as a pillow," Dean replied.

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You sister, who always have had everything she wanted, isn't happy Ayato chose to marry you.

So, on your wedding day, she sneaks into the groom's preparation room to try and convince him to marry her instead.

Ayato ♡⊹˚ Familial woes (SFW)

fem. reader (3rd person) ; angst with a good ending. cw for toxic family relationships.

4k words.

notes. I just cannot write something that isn’t past 3k words SORRY LMAO. But anyway, so it begins~ Thank you for all the wonderful ideas, I will do my best to write out each scenario in due time! Sorry if it isn't as angsty, if that's the case I'll try to make up with the others... I hope I do Ayato justice in this one <3.

Since I'm back home these prompts will be written on my laptop, hence the fancier formatting. Anyway, Enjoy! ✧˖°.

Coming from a prestigious clan has its ups and downs, yet [F/N] has managed to withstand most obstacles that appeared in her wake. Despite not being one of the tri-commissions, her family was held in the highest regards, including herself as the eldest daughter of the clan. Thankfully however, despite all the restrictions her lifestyle imposed upon her, she still had one good thing on her side - having an elder brother, she wouldn’t have to inherit all the pressure he did. It sounded dismissive, she herself knew so, yet the heart wants what it wants. And even for someone as self-disciplined and honorable as she, surely she could indulge, couldn’t she?

[F/N] had worked hard for her reputation, ensuring her clan kept its prestigious namesake whilst strengthening the bonds with other houses that would prove to become fruitful. With negotiation came alliances, and with alliances the stability of Inazuma was kept. Above all else, she knew, much like her brother, that this was what was to be first and foremost on their priority list. Two of the three children of their house upheld such responsibilities, save for their youngest sister. She, who didn’t have many expectations to her name when compared to her siblings, ended up living a much more desirable lifestyle - in short, she was pampered throughout her life, the apple of their father’s eye. Even in his deathbed, she was promised much more of their share, given everything to the palm of her hand whilst the other siblings were expected to simply cope with such reality. Even when their brother would inherit the Clan as well as all its responsibilities, both felt as though she had won in conquering their parents’ hearts.

[F/N] managed relatively well. Even as her sister grew up taking the spotlight from her whenever she got an ounce of attention, even as she had to work thrice as hard to receive a crumb of the recognition her siblings would get from their parents, she acted with grace that only corresponded with everyone’s expectations. An example of a noble young lady, she was perceived as. Even as her heart would often ache, anger boiling just underneath the surface, she covered it down as the long sleeve of her kimono would hide her bitter expression. She could deal with her sister, she had to. Years of hiding her distaste resulted in a skill that would prove useful in the future, [F/N] becoming able to hide her true emotions rather well. 

Their brother ruled their household impeccably, perhaps more so than even their father had while he still lived. [F/N] was there to aid whenever needed, it being mostly to advise him on important decisions and to communicate with their allies whilst he tended to his other duties. And being good with people, she performed her obligations rather well, becoming well acquainted with many important people and even forming friendly bonds with some. One of these was none other than the Kamisatos, including their young daughter of whom [F/N] doted on. In her, she’d found the younger sister she’d always wanted, offering her advice whenever needed, as well as sometimes offering her the company she craved - at least, whenever their busy schedules would allow them to. [F/N] had watched Ayaka grow from within, pride beaming in her chest as she became a fine young lady herself. It was of most importance for them to support one another, knowing full well how stressful their positions could be; it made their lives a little more bearable, knowing they had the support of someone outside of their immediate family. 

It was through this growing friendship that [F/N] became acquainted with Ayato, Ayaka’s enigmatic older brother and the ruler of the Kamisato household. Much more distant and calculating, it was seemingly difficult to come closer to his heart as the man held most within arm’s reach. Still, [F/N] remained cordial, not expecting much to blossom from there. Friendly interactions were more than enough, keeping the alliance of their clans alive. 

To Ayato however, it was much different. His experienced eyes watched, blue gaze lingering on the finely dressed figure as she often hid her elegant expression with her long sleeves. He noticed how she smiled without much light whenever she was within her clan’s walls, contrasting vividly when compared with how her expressions were genuine whenever accompanied with Ayaka and even Thoma. Ayato noted how she genuinely cared for his sister, offering her wise advice when regarding personal matters he could only figure weren’t of his caliber. And later, a few springs later, he studied how she’d come by more and more often, seemingly seeking refuge within the Kamisato residence whenever her position would allow. To Ayato, [F/N] wasn’t difficult to figure out, yet he couldn’t help but begin worrying for his sister’s friend.

“Thoma,” He’d beckoned his housekeeper, watching as he quickly obliged and approached. Even as he read through the stack of papers, he carried on the conversation. “Ayaka has expressed interest in inviting miss [F/N] over for the evening, yet is there any particular reason for it?”

“Oh,” He sighed out briefly, expression furrowing slightly as he gave his Lord a crack of a sympathetic smile. “Lady [F/N] has been quite down recently, so my Lady wished to offer her a safe space to rest for as long as needed. I-Is that something she should reconsider, my Lord?”

Ayato simply shook his head. “No, it’s quite alright by me; I just couldn’t help notice how she’s been coming over more often. Now, Miss [F/N]’s presence is more than welcomed, of course, yet I wondered how come she seems so gloomy these past few days.”

“Nothing seems to escape you, my Lord,” Thoma chuckled out, before sheepishly offering him an explanation. “Lady [F/N] has a… Rather tumultuous relationship with her siblings, more so with her sister. Apparently, she recently ruined [F/N]’s engagement to a wealthy noble of another house, and her brother did little else but attempt to brush everything under the rug before their reputation were to be stained. She’s been understandably annoyed by the situation, expressing anguish that her sister wasn’t properly punished.”

Ayato’s expression faltered ever so slightly, his hand lowering the paper he read. He’d heard of the news, as gossip traveled fast throughout Narukami. Yet he surely hadn’t heard of the ever so slightly important detail of her younger sister being the cause of such a ruckus. In all honesty, the Commissioner had simply thought she’d been the one to break off the engagement, rightfully so in his mind - they simply had little in common, so there was little chance of the marriage succeeding in the first place. 

“I see… If you happen to see her later, please inform her that she can remain here as long as she wishes.” He finished off with a small smile, accompanied with the dismissal of his friend before resuming his duties. 

It felt bad to overstay their hospitality, yet [F/N] found it difficult to refuse. Not after her anger made her nearly explode, as well as watching as her brother dismissed her more than justified anger. She’s just never going to change, he’d reasoned as to why he didn’t even punish her for meddling in her engagement, practically telling her to move on. In truth, [F/N] couldn’t exactly say she loved her fiancé, but he certainly wasn’t a bad match, at least from the little she knew of him. Well mannered, good temperament, friendly enough, a reputation similar to their own. Honestly, it had felt like she’d hit the jackpot when considering she would most definitely be married off to whomever her brother thought was the most ideal choice. She’d just gotten her mind set that he would be her husband, and her sister just had to insert herself in between them and whisk him away for her own satisfaction. [F/N] was forced to watch as he was wooed by her beauty and charms, becoming nothing short of her boytoy and wallet as she was pitied as the disgraced woman who was abandoned. Gossip was cruel, and she wished nothing more than to remain hidden away in the Kamisato Estate for a little while. 

Ayato received letters, [F/N]’s brother inquiring of her whereabouts as well as demanding her return. Amidst his pile of papers they were just too easy to lose, shrugging his shoulders as he feigned ignorance. Ayaka’s and Thoma’s presence were great in helping her cope, her mind forgetting the trash fire of a family she had for a little more than three weeks. However amidst the duties she had to do, as well as the way she would often give her brother advice on which decisions to make, her presence was beginning to weigh in her clan’s house.

“I should probably return soon,” [F/N] had sighed as she sat on their courtyard, Thoma offering her his company as he served her tea. “My brother will probably make a foolish decision without me there to weigh in the options.”

The blond man chuckled, passing her the fine ceramic cup. “It’s a shame, Miss [F/N]. Your presence in the Kamisato Household is a breath of fresh air, after all.”

“Thank you Thoma, I’ll most definitely miss being in such a peaceful place.” Her gaze turned to the distance, watching with melancholy the beautiful view their courtyard offered.

“You’re always welcome to stay for longer.” Ayato’s voice was suddenly heard, the pair turning to him as he made his way across the wooden floors to the table where they sat.

“Oh,” [F/N] breathed out, head lowering in respect. “Lord Kamisato, I-”

“Please, no need for such formalities. You may just call me Ayato” He offered her a small smile, one seemingly genuine enough as his eyes glimmered with the sunlight. “A friend of Ayaka’s is a friend of my own. She holds you in the highest regard, you know?”

[F/N]’s face bloomed with a lovely shade of pink, nervously laughing as she looked down. “Oh, that girl… She’s just too kind.”

“Are you insinuating she’s overselling your qualities, Miss [F/N]?” He teased, watching with humor as her face contorted in hesitancy and horror. 

“What? No, of course not- No, I mean-”

“Perchance she wishes to play matchmaker?” His smile grew more sly, finding her stuttering at his remark quite adorable. 

Thoma chuckled quietly, watching the two of them as he rather awkwardly stood there. “My Lord, please…”

“Right, I jest.” Ayato let out in a breathless chuckle, ceasing for the time being as he watched her expression soothe back, the blush still very well present. “Still, Miss [F/N]. You are more than welcome to return, if your family ever causes another ruckus.”

Her genuine smile looked beautiful, her sleeve not covering her face as she would’ve often done during their first encounters. It had been enough to engrave itself on Ayato’s mind, even as she returned to her family estate to once more fulfill her duties.

It was the beginning of something more. No longer did [F/N] visit the Kamisatos for Ayaka and Thoma, she now visited to see Ayato, as well. Even when he wasn’t there to see her, which happened more often than she’d like, she would still inquire how he was doing, hoping he’d be alright and not overworking. Her care for him was endearing, and Ayato found himself making small excuses every so often to leave his working station, wishing to welcome [F/N] to their estate instead and indulge in a philosophical conversation, or perhaps even a game of shogi. Under the blooming sakuras they would converse, and despite the apparent fleeting moments they were, those closest to Ayato could definitely notice the slight shifts in his demeanor - the Commissioner was, after all, not one to allow many into his heart, yet his soft spot for [F/N] was as obvious as it could be. 

Suspicion was quick to rise, especially for [F/N]’s siblings. However, [F/N]’s obliviousness was what boiled her brother’s frustrations, wondering if the Commissioner simply sought a plaything in his sister and not something serious. His hurries to find a match for her were in vain though, for just as he believed the answer was in reach, the news came to him through one of his many advisors - one aside from his sister, of course.

“M-My Lord, that might not be a good idea.” The older man stuttered, before breaking the news that was believed to be obvious. “Lord Kamisato is courting Lady [F/N], after all.”

In truth, it had blindsighted [F/N], for she couldn’t believe it for quite a while. Having developed a small crush on the Commissioner, she’d hastily reminded herself it would never develop into anything more. After all, her status required her to marry for benefit first and foremost, and something as worthless as love wasn’t in a noble’s interest. In his place, however, Ayato thought it was just the perfect arrangement - he was not only going to court someone he deeply cared for, their alliance would prove more than beneficial. His opponent, ahem, [F/N]’s brother, would have no rational argument against their marriage. 

The news was quick to spread across the land of lightning, and everyone was ecstatic for the Yashiro Commissioner. Ayato was a fine young man, an even finer leader, and his marriage to someone of such a high status as [F/N] was bound to please most. Like he’d calculated, despite not being how it was planned, her brother had no possible way of opposing his request to marry his sister. Ayato was, after all, in a higher rank than their own clan was. It was an honor, something he could not refuse. 

And as such, [F/N]’s future was bound with Ayato’s, and she couldn’t be happier. Their relationship progressed quickly, and even before their wedding, he arranged for her personal belongings to be promptly brought to the Kamisato Estate, where she would live. He couldn’t be more dismissive for appearing to go too fast, far too worried to finally bring [F/N] away from the pressure and unhealthy behaviors of her siblings. 

One who was far too flabbergasted by such turns of events was none other than her sister, the very same woman who’d taken her previous fiancé to only ditch him after she’d squeezed him for most that he was worth. She’d noticed the smile [F/N] had directed to her before leaving their Estate for good, escorted by samurai issued by her fiancé before turning her back to her. A sense of humiliation had overcome her, never having quite liked the bitter taste of defeat. To her envious gaze, it felt as though [F/N] had won for the first time in her life, and she wasn’t going to let her win the war.

The Kamisatos were more than courteous whenever [F/N]’s sister requested to visit. Ayaka was especially hesitant, yet Ayato let her come by without much trouble, assuring his lover he’d never allow her to cross any boundary. There was a certain distance between them, and [F/N] had no reason to ever doubt her lover. Her friends were all suspicious of her motives, watching as she blatantly faked happiness for her sister.

“You’ve ended up in great hands, big sister!” She’d praise, her voice dripping with hidden venom as she gazed around the luxurious estate. “You’re very lucky, you know?”

“Yes, I’m fully aware.” [F/N] would answer calmly, Ayato watching with amusement as she gave her a forced smile. 

“No, I do believe I’m the luckier one here.” Ayato would intervene, publicly choosing to lace his hand with her own, soothing his lover’s anger all the while studying the way her sister’s expression shifted. It was his own way of assuring he was serious about his decision, yet that seemed to, regrettably, only fuel the fire within that devil of a siren.

Preparations were underway, and before long, the day had finally arrived. Her sister’s attempts at wooing Ayato had fallen in deaf’s ears, the man feigning ignorance as his gaze was focused on none other than his fiancée. It was comical to watch as she quietly grew desperate to win the feud, yet at the same time it only brought on more anger and awkwardness to those around them. In his place, however, Ayato simply waited, knowing exactly well when an enemy wished to strike. He’d kissed his bride before leaving to prepare for the ceremony, quite curious to see her in the bridal wear that had been arranged for her as he himself was prepared. 

There was still some time before the ceremony would begin, and as such he stood in the present room, making sure he looked presentable enough for his own wedding. He breathed in slowly, finishing arranging his sleeves before hearing as the shoji doors opened behind him.

“Ah, Thoma is that you?” He called out, before turning to watch as a familiar figure eyed him. His expression shifted to slight surprise, watching as [F/N]’s sister carefully walked after closing the door behind her. “Oh, apologies for the confusion. Anything I can help you with?”

“Lord Kamisato…” Her voice lowered softly, approaching him as she fluttered her eyelashes slowly. Her kimono dripped from her shoulder slightly, a clear attempt at seduction being ployed as he remained still, not engaged in the slightest by her attempt. “Actually, there is something you may help me with.”

“Oh really?” He hummed, uninterested as he deployed all the remaining patience he had for the girl before him. With a small sigh he continued. “Then do speak, what is it.”

She came closer, uncomfortably so, her body pressing against his as she placed her hands against his chest. Giving him a concerned look, her expression twisted as she sighed dramatically, shaking her head as she voiced her opinion to him.

“My Lord, I simply cannot watch someone of your own stature marry someone as… Rowdy, and unworthy, as my sister.” She nearly wept, grasp holding onto him tighter before she continued. “She wishes nothing more than to use you to benefit our own house, she has no consideration for anyone regarding herself.”

“That is… Quite the accusation.” His voice grew cooler, arm lifting to carefully pry her away from himself. His hold was quick, as if dusting himself off of unwanted dirt, giving himself distance between the two of them before he continued. 

“I wouldn’t say anything that wasn’t true, my Lord.” She dared lie to his face, eyebrows furrowing before she stated she had proof. Ayato scoffed inside his head, watching with hidden amusement as she reached into the cleavage of her kimono to reveal a folded piece of paper. “Please, see for yourself.”

Deciding to humor her for a moment, Ayato picked up the letter, carefully unfolding it before having a quick read. Presenting itself as a love letter to another man, [F/N] apparently spoke of her plans to quickly dispose of Ayato after their wedding, inheriting most of the fortune before quickly disappearing with the lover to whom the letter was concerned. She bit her lip in her place, watching as he read it through before she came closer once more.

“She’s not worthy of you, my Lord.” She placed her hands onto his chest again, head resting against him as she eyed up at him. “She wouldn’t ever love you as someone like you deserves… Please, reconsider this before it’s too late. Consider someone that would treat you right… Like me.”

His gaze shifted, calculating and apparently still processing the information. Thinking she’d caught him in the perfect moment, she continued, hand sliding upwards his chest as she locked eyes with him.

“Lord Kamisato, unlike her, I would support you like a dutiful wife should. I would be able to bring much more to the table, and I’m certain my brother would much rather have our union take place. [F/N] simply wouldn’t know how to please anyone as a wife-”

“I’ve heard enough.” He cut her short, his expression fading to reveal a scowl, a raw portrayal of his emotions for once. His hand was quick to grip her wrist, yanking her away from him with enough care as to not hurt her, but still bringing his point across. He watched as her face shifted to surprise, now her being the one caught off guard. “In fact, I’ve had enough of you.”

“B-But, my Lord-”

“Silence.” His voice grew louder, watching as she flinched in her place. Ayato’s hand shook the measly forged paper she’d given him as proof, scoffing in her face. “If you truly believed a simple forged letter and your word would be enough to deter me from my fiancée, you insult me even more than what I had originally thought.” 

“Are you suggesting I’m lying?!” She gasped with hurt, Ayato curtly replying.

“Precisely what I’m insinuating. Forgive me for believing my fiancée instead of her meddling sister who cannot for the life of her be content for her flesh and blood.” It was his turn to approach her retreating figure, his voice growing harsher as he finally snapped on his lover’s behalf. “Now listen, and listen carefully for I will only warn you once.”

Her eyes widened as her lips trembled, suddenly feeling much smaller when in front of his imposing figure. Never would she have thought someone would speak to her in such a way, rendering her riddled with fear to even attempt to think of an argument. Ayato’s cold presence felt suffocating, leaving her in an hesitant state to even attempt to leave her current predicament.

“I’ve been long enough with [F/N] to know of your true intentions, and they don’t carry a single ounce of goodness. You only covet what isn’t yours, and I cannot even describe how I despise people like you. Those who cannot be happy for those who are closest to them are the absolute worst of people, and I want nothing to do with you aside from the formalities our clans require from us. I will only be cordial to you whenever others are around, so lest you want me to give you a new one, only appear before me when there are others around me. Understood?”

“I-I… I…” She couldn’t even bring her words out, Ayato repeating if she’d heard him. “Y-Yes-” She hiccuped.

“Good. Now, you will attend this wedding, and you will be on your best behavior. If you have nothing good to say to my wife, I do not want you anywhere near her. Now begone from my sight.”

Ayato had never watched anyone scurry away from him in such a pathetic state, sighing in frustration as he rubbed his fingers against his temple.

“Goodness. What a brat.” He murmured under his breath, the sudden cough catching him off guard.

“I knew it couldn’t be good the moment I heard my Lord raise his voice…” Thoma awkwardly chuckled, bringing him a freshly brewed cup of tea to soothe any possible nerves.

“Ah, so you’ve heard.” Ayato sighed, promptly thanking him for the tea before taking it carefully. “Do not speak a word of this to [F/N], yes?”

“I heard nothing.” Thoma nodded his head with a kind smile, offering him to adjust any creases of his ceremonial garbs before the wedding were to begin.

Despite the hushed incident, the wedding went on without any kind of drama or dispute. [F/N] was honestly surprised, noticing how her sister remained in her seat, eyes averting the happy couple as her brother forced her to indeed attend the ceremony, instead of ditching it like she would’ve preferred. After all, he didn’t want any ill will between the two clans, and without knowing of what she had done, he saw no reason as to why she shouldn’t attend.

“She’s been awfully quiet…” [F/N] had whispered to Ayato, who’d given her his ear as he’d tilted his head to her. Glancing back to see her sister remaining on her seat rather angrily, she glanced back at her now husband with a narrowing gaze. “What did you do?”

“Me?” He feigned ignorance, though his enigmatic smile gave it away. “I only asked her cordially to enjoy our wedding.” He justified himself, his hold on her hand tightening as his thumb stroked the back of her hand.

[F/N] could only shake her head, her bright smile being something Ayato wouldn’t do just about anything to protect. She sighed quietly, a silent thank you being given to him as she was now able to enjoy the rest of their wedding alongside him, together starting a new chapter as a strong and prosperous couple.

Needless to say, [F/N] found a great amount of joy in sharing with her family every little bit of good news she had, watching with pleasure as her sister festered in her unfounded jealousy she’d brought on herself. Ah, including the surprising, albeit still more than welcomed, pregnancy that soon followed their wedding, of course.

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'Walk In' Doug Remer x Reader Pt. 2

Read part one here

Pair: Doug Remer x afab reader

A/N: heyyy, thanks for the positive feedback on part one!! made me feel good about writing again. If you haven't read part one its linked above, I'd recommend doing so. I haven't written a scene like this in literal years so hopefully its good lol. If ti is lmk an I have a spicier part 3 in mind.

word count; 5,233

warnings: NSFW; oral (f! receiving), p in v, hj, slight roughness (little hitting and choking), more perv Remer. I think that's it but just prepare yourselves in case.

Summary: a few weeks after the 'incident', you accidentally walk in on Remer.

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Walk in pt2

 It has been a week or so since the…incident. That’s what you were calling it.

After Joe had come home Remer was walking around like nothing had even happened.

You spent the rest of your night finishing the pasta which turned out a little too soft, and then hiding out in your room, flustered about the whole situation.  

Tonight Joe was out with Jenna and so it was just you and Doug at home. You were both on the couch watching Road Kill: Caught on Tape. Instead of the usual sitting side by side under a blanket, you were sitting at the opposite end of the couch, your feet tucked under you as you covered yourself with your own blanket. 

Remer had his head resting in his palm, beer in his other hand which he occasionally sipped from. 

There was definitely an awkward tension between you two and your pretty sure it was from your side. Remer could blow situations like this off with ease as he often had one night stands with fans or random chicks at the bar. 

You tried to focus on the tv, trying to distract yourself, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. You looked at the time on your phone 9:57.

You knew Joe wouldn’t be home until after 3, if he even decided to come home at all that night. He occasionally would stay the night at Jenna’s. 

You felt restless as you sat on the couch shifting. 

“You good?” Remer asked raising an eyebrow at you and bringing the can to his lips.

“Uh huh” you nodded. You watched his Addams apple bob as he gulped down the drink, just stirring up the restlessness feeling inside you. 

“I’m just tired, I think I might go to bed” you said faking a yawn.

“It’s only 10.” He pointed out. He was right. Usually you guys were up until the early hours of the next day watching movies or talking while shit faced. 

You shrugged “works been taking a toll on me” you explained trying to excuse yourself, rubbing your shoulder as if you were sore. 

He nodded “yeah, okay get some rest, yeah?” 

You nodded at him starting to get up.

“Hey- grab me a beer before you head out would ya?” He asked.

You gave him a thumbs up before heading to the kitchen, your blanket draped over your shoulder. 

You grabbed a beer from the fridge and a drink for yourself and some snacks, heading back over to the couch. 

“Here” you extended your hand out handing him the can. He reached out to grab it, fingers brushing yours.

“Thanks, you’re a doll.” he smiled settling back into the couch. “Sleep well” 

“Thanks..” you mumbled heading down the hall to your room.

You went to your room closing the door behind you. 

For the next few hours you were pent up in your room watching movies on your laptop, and snacking. 

Around 11 you heard the hall light click off. Remer had probably headed to his room. 

You waited until around midnight to wander into the kitchen to get some water. Your feet padded against the carpet, trying to navigate in the dark. You flipped on the kitchen light filling yourself a glass of water. You leaned against the counter taking in the silence. 

Joe probably wouldn’t be home anytime soon considering he hadn’t even bothered to text you to let you know.

You rested your head against the cool counter, it was hot and stuffy in your room and it got nearly unbearable during the summer months. Keeping your window open at night barley helped, it just cleared up some of the humidity. 

A soft noise broke through the silence of the apartment. You stood up straight looking around.

There it was again.

You let your curiosity get the best of you as you wandered towards the noise. Of course it was coming from Remer’s room. What was he doing now? 

The door was cracked open and a faint light leaked from the door across the carpet. 

The noise came again- a frustrated groan.

“Remer?” You asked quietly approaching the door. 

He could be having problems putting the sheets on his bed again. You always had to help him with that. 

You peeked through the door, your hand flying up to your mouth at the sight. 

Remer was lying on his bed, shorts pulled down just enough to have a hand wrapped around his hard, leaking member. Your eyes widened at the thickness. You wonder how you were ever able to take that during the drunk hookup a few years ago. 

Only his bedside lamp was on, illuminating the sheen of sweat that covered his face and bare chest. 

His glasses had slipped and were sitting on the tip of his nose as weak whines and pants came from his mouth, eyes screwed shut. 

His hand moved faster as he arched his back. 

“(Y/n)..”  he choked out in a panting moan 

Oh my god 

You held your hand up to your mouth as you moved out of the doorway as so not to be seen. 

Wait a second.

Was that-

He brought it up to his nose burying his face in it as he groaned, his hand picking up speed.  The sounds going straight to your core.

“Is that my bra?” 

As soon as those words had come from your mouth you clamped a hand over it. 

Shit. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

His head snapped towards the door, pushing his glasses up as he cried out going to cover himself. 

“Sorry I-“ you backed away from the open door. 

He quickly pulled his shorts up, a large tent still remaining. 

He panted softly. “I’m sorry-it was just there and you haven’t been talking to me-so you’ve been on my mind..“ he choked out his voice cracking mid sentence.

Jesus, he sounded so desperate 

You walked into his room, your knees weak as he sat up, your bra clutched in his hand. 

His eyes took in your body, again stopping at your chest. 

You snatched the bra from him, furrowing your eyebrows. 

“Perv..watching me.” He mumbled under his breath. 

You raised an eyebrow “what was that?” 

“How long were you watching?” Remer asked moving closer. 

“I-“ your cheeks flushed.

“It doesn’t matter-don’t take my stuff” you scolded trying to change the subject.

“I didn’t steal it, you left it” Remer protested. 

“Plus shouldn’t I be the one mad at you? You’re completely invading my privacy right now” he crossed his arms over his chest, getting up and towering over you. 

Some of the more loose curls were matted to his forehead. 

“I- your door was open!” You sputtered. “You sounded distressed and I thought you might need help or something-!” 

His eyes changed and a small smirk appeared on his face. “I mean, I could use some help” 

You rolled your eyes, in the process they got lost and trailed down his chest, a thin layer of sweat still covering his skin. Then Down to his member which was still straining against his shorts just begging to be touched. 

God…

“You’re gross” you scowled. 

“You’re a perv” he shot back. 

“I could say the same about you” You huffed softly. 

He looked down at you hungrily. Just his look made you nervous, your heart starting to pick up its pace. 

“I thought you were going to sleep” he said after a moment of tense silence. 

You shrugged softly. “I tried, I couldn’t..”

“Y’know” his hand swept from your wrist up to your shoulder. “I could help you with that.” 

“Doug..” you breathed disapprovingly. 

His brows furrowed. “Hey you can’t deny it, the energy between us has been different lately.”

He was right. Even before the incident things had shifted. You didn’t get after Remer as much when he was a little too touchy. And then after the incident the tension was so thick you couldn’t be within three feet of him without your stomach doing flips.

He stepped closer and leaned down his lips ghosting past your ear.

“Whadya say..” he breathed. He pushed his hips closer his hardened member pressing against you.

Fuck..

His words went straight to your core, feeling your body heat up. 

“Cmon it’ll be between us.” He persisted, twirling some of your hair around his finger. 

His lips moved down to your neck and his arms snaked around your waist. 

You let his lips ghost across the skin sending shivers through your body.

“You’ve been on my mind constantly since the other night” he mumbled against your skin.

“Oh yeah?” 

He nodded. “Can’t get the sight of you in your bra, looking helpless outta my head..” 

“You wanna know what really turned me on?” he asked as he started to kiss your neck softly. 

“What’s that?” You hummed. 

“When you hit me..” you could feel him smile against your skin as the words left his mouth. 

You looked down at him furrowing your brows, his curls tickling your nose.

“Huh? When I hit you?”

He nodded his head lifting up to meet your eyes again. “You’re hot when your angry” 

“Is that why you’re always trying to get on my nerves?” You asked smiling at the boy. 

He shrugged. 

Remer loved it when you got frustrated. The soft sighs and groans that left your lips as he hid your things around the house. He imagined they’d be close to the noises you’d make when he finally got his mouth between your legs. 

“What so you like it rough or something?” You asked laughing a little joking around. 

Remer brought his lips to your neck again. “Maybe” he mumbled. “Would you be upset if I told you I intentionally try to piss you off?”

“By doing what?” This intrigued you.

He hooked his arms under your legs as he lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. 

“Mm you know how your computer stopped working last week?” He asked against your shoulder. 

“Remer what did you do?” You asked getting serious, your smile disappearing. 

“I uh- well Coop was using the tv and I was just really horny- I had to get off and I was having trouble and-“ 

“Doug!” You gasped. You struggled against him until he let you down.

“Are you fucking serious?” 

“I needed something to get off to- I didn’t mean to download a virus.” he protested. 

“Remer I need that for work” you scolded him. 

He gulped softly as your voice started to raise. 

“I also, I did go through your drawers” he admitted sheepishly. 

You felt heat rise to your face. 

He started to approach you again.

“It’s just hard to control myself around you” he whined. “Your scent is just like intoxicating and you look better in your underwear than any model in a magazine I’ve ever seen.” 

You couldn’t have any privacy living with two guys. They were always in your goddamn business. 

“What, you want me to slap some sense into you?” You Huffed. 

His eyes lit up. “I mean maybe that’d help me..” he said trying to restore him composure.

He definitely had pissed you off. You’re laptop was unusable due to the viruses he downloaded and you would need to buy a new one, you could hardly afford it and had to pick up extra shifts to even make the first payment. And he had denied touching it when you had confronted him and Coop. 

But…the fact he liked being hit kinda turned you on and flipped a switch in you.

“Sit on the bed” you instructed. 

He did as told rushing over to the bed. You watched his hard on which had started to go away grow again. The sight making you weak in the knees. 

“I can’t believe you did that.” 

“M’sorry, I’m just horrible aren’t I?” He teased pouting a little. 

You bit your lip shaking your head in disapproval. He gulped nervously as you stood between his legs. His hands raised to your hips gripping them tightly. He looked up at you from where he was sitting. 

“Someone’s gotta teach you not to touch other peoples things” 

He nodded.

You stepped back a little watching him. “You’re always-always going through my shit. I never have any privacy.” You deprecated. 

You could see the excitement in his eyes grow as you went on. 

“You’re a fucking perv. Even to live here I had to expose some part of myself to you! You walk in without knocking, my clothing is always disappearing. When will it be enough?” You asked, getting yourself worked up. 

“I can’t help myself around beautiful women” he shrugged innocently.

That’s it, he’d get what he wanted so badly.

You raised your palm seeing him wince before striking him on the cheek. The sound echoed throughout the bedroom and a thick silence lingered after. Doug’s face was turned to the side and his glasses had slipped down his nose. 

A red mark was left behind on his cheek. 

He grinned a little after regaining his composure. “Let me make it up to you”.

He stood up again towering over you. He turned you so the back of your knees were pressed against the bed. 

“I’ll make you feel so good that you won’t have any choice other than to forgive me.” He looked down at you leaning forward. 

“Yeah?” You looked up at him then back down at his soft lips. 

“Mhm” his hand went to your chin tilting your head forward.

You don’t know how he could make your mood change back and forth this quickly. 

“I’ll show you How well I can behave” he moved your chin forward so your lips met. 

Sparks erupted in your stomach when you guys kissed. His hands trialing from your chin to your waist. 

When he pulled away he kissed your jaw softly. 

“‘N I still didn’t finish showing you what my mouth could do..”

This excited you your heart picking up pace. 

He stepped forward, forcing you to fall back on the bed. You scooted towards the headboard as he followed in suit crawling onto the soft mattress. 

“Let’s get these out of the way” he said placing his hands on your knees.

He parted your legs so he could get between them, his hands going back to grab your hips.

His hands slid under your shirt as he pressed kisses to your jaw, down your neck, sucking softly. 

He rubbed circles into your hips as you sighed.

He was good with his mouth. And he was still only above your neck. 

His hands slid up under your shirt, removing it.

“There.. now we’re equal” he smirked as he tossed it to the side. 

Now you were both shirtless.

He kissed down your chest as your hand went to his hair massaging his scalp softly. He hummed against your skin. 

He bit at the plush skin, causing your breath to hitch as you threw your head back.

“Mmm” 

“You like that?”

“Mhmm” 

He pulled your bra down releasing one of your breasts, coming free and bouncing softly. 

Remer could have cum right there just at the sight of the soft skin jiggling and your nipple hardening as it hit the air, excited.

Like last time his mouth was quick to attach itself to it. 

You let out a whine tugging on his hair. His moans vibrated against the sensitive bud causing you to tug even harder. 

You could feel yourself getting wetter by the minute, your muscles contracting around nothing.

��Fuck..” you breathed out as he let his teeth graze past it.

“Doug..” you whined.

You hardly called him Doug. Usually it was only when you were mad at him. You usually addressed both boys by their last name like some sort of teammate or something.

Remer loved it when when you called him this.

He lifted his head up to meet eyes, going back to attack your lips. He bit down on your bottom lip sucking as he let his hand snake between your thighs, cupping your heat through your shorts. His glasses pressed against your face as he hungrily kissed you. 

He removed his hand to hump against you, his hardened member poking your entrance through both your layers of clothes. You could start to imagine his girth just from that, making your heart beat excitedly in your chest. 

You whined as you gripped his shoulders bringing your hips down to meet his. 

He let out a low moan letting his hips buck back up, on instinct trying to push into you. 

Precum was already starting to leak through his shorts as he was painfully hard, basically getting unintentionally edged when you had interrupted him earlier.

“As much as I like this…last time you said you’d only just begun to show me your mouths abilities..” you mumbled as breathed into his mouth “I wanna see what else that mouth can do.” 

He pulled away grinning. 

“If you insist.” His mouth went back to kissing your body, leaving a trail down to your stomach, Kissing, licking, and sucking all its way. His kisses were hot and wet, leaving a noise every time he let his lips detach from your skin. 

When he made it to your waist band he sat up a little. He tapped your knees. “Up” 

You brought your knees up so they were bent, Doug still in between them. He kissed your navel, licking the skin. 

He sank down between your legs letting his nose rub against you through your shorts.

You gripped the sheets trying not to react. 

“God I can feel the heat through your shorts, I didn’t know you had the hots this bad for me” he simpered up at you. 

Your sure you were bright red from that comment. “Shut up” you scowled at him.

“Cchh-shh, calm down” he shushed. 

He hooked his fingers under your waistband pulling your shorts off. 

A smile crept up on his face as he pulled them past your ankles discarding them somewhere in the room.

“Shit, you do have the hots for me! Look how fuckin’ wet you are- I can see it through your panties” he grinned.

His words made your core throb, probably soaking the fabric even more. Of course you had the hots for him. Though you would never admit it because he could be the biggest ignorant and inconsiderate asshole ever, and you weren’t going to let him live with that satisfaction of his roommate fantasizing about being railed by him. 

“Y-you’re just convenient” you fired back.

“Sure thing boss” he hummed raising his brows.

After taking off your bra, He hooked his fingers under your panties pulling them down, revealing your heat, exposed. You shivered as the cold air hit you. 

He hooked one finger on each side of your underwear displaying it. 

“Mmm- y’know I won’t take your bra but I’m definitely keeping these.” 

You furrowed your brows at him.

“Remer- what did I say about taking my shit?” 

He balled the panties up pressing them up to his nose, inhaling letting his eyes flutter shut. 

The sight made you force out a shaky breath. 

He opened his eyes, moving from between your legs. He moved to his bedside table, shoving the panties in the top drawer. 

“Too bad” he mumbled pushing out his bottom lip, pretending to pout, mocking you. 

He sunk back between your legs, brining his face down to your opening. 

He blew softly on your heat, earning a whine out of you. 

“You look delicious”  he hummed.

You looked down at his curls, unable to see his face. 

“I hope todays an all you can eat buffet” he said chuckling softly. 

You rolled your eyes letting out a small laugh. “You’re stupid Doug.”

“I can’t think smart around you” he responded.

You painfully waited as he teased you, using his fingers to part your lips and mumbling things to himself that you couldn’t understand. 

You whined, trying to urge him to touch or do anything to stimulate you.

“God you’re so fucking wet…” he muttered.

Finally he brought his face forward, starting slow and then picking up his pace, attacking your folds. 

You bucked your hips at the sudden feeling, hand going to grip his hair. 

He sucked on your clit, letting his teeth graze over your bud. 

You pushed his face closer, causing his nose to press into your pubic hair and his glasses smushing against the skin. 

You let out a mewl as he basically made out with your clit sucking at the sensitive skin. Lewd noises filled the room as he hungrily fed on you, echoing in the hot and quiet room. 

He pulled his mouth away moaning softly, looking up at you. Your  juices covering his chin. 

“You taste so sweet” he whined out. 

You reached down to pull his glasses off his face 

“There, now they won’t be in the way” you put them on the dresser. 

He Dove back down blowing on you.

He tsked

“Getting all over my clean sheets, you’re so messy” 

Your cheeks flushed as he made comments about you.

“Gonna have to clean this mess up-“ he pushed his face between your thighs, his tongue entering you. You yanked on his hair. 

“Doug!~” 

He gripped onto your thighs to steady himself as he pushed his face forward seeing how deep his tongue could reach. 

You let out a string of lewd noises as he tongue fucked you, muscles trying to clench around his tongue. his grip tightened on your thighs, definitely leaving bruises.

He lapped at your folds trying to clean up the mess you kept creating. 

You could feel yourself already approaching your high. You hadn’t been touched in forever, let alone like this. And you were embarrassed to already be so close. But you’d never felt this pleasured before. 

You bucked your hips up to meet his thrusts, his nose rubbing against your clit driving you crazy. He let his head relax as you gripped onto his hair, guiding it for him. 

You moved your hips as you guided his head up and down, forcing his nose to stimulate your aching clit. 

“I’m close” you cried as he sucked on your bud, feeling your muscles tighten. 

He pulled his head away as you said that. When he looked up at you, you almost came at the sight. His cheeks were flushed and his nose down to his chin was glistening. He looked at you through half lidded eyes smiling.

You whined at the loss of his mouth, the cold air hitting you again making your muscles clench. 

He sat up going to kiss you, forcing you to taste your own juices. You moaned as he knotted a hand in your hair, tugging gently. 

He brought it around to the front where he squeezed your throat.  You threw your head back gasping softly. 

“Mm y’like that?” He mumbled into your neck nibbling on your ear lobe. 

You nodded. 

He kissed your jaw as he sat up.

“My tongue’s a little tired, I think I’m gonna show you the thing I’m best at” he smirked. 

You gazed up at him through your lashes

“And what’s that” 

He pulled down his shorts tossing them to the side leaving him in boxers, his member straining against them leaving no need for the imagination. A wet patch had leaked through. You pressed two fingers to the dark patch.

“That’s all because of you” he said nodding softly. 

You hooked your fingers in his waistband, pulling them down. His member sprung out slapping against his stomach. He hissed lightly as the cool air hit him. Your eyes widened as you looked at him between your legs. 

It looked even thicker up close and he had a thick bush. This somehow turned you on even more.

He seemed to notice the nervous expression on your face. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll try not to split you in half” he said trying to suppress a smile.

You nodded as you leaned back resting on your elbows.

He rubbed his tip softly, precum leaking from it. He ran a hand down his member slicking it up with his own juices. 

He leaned forward looking down trying to guide himself, a hand on his base.

The only sound was your heavy breathing, your chest rising and falling. 

He kissed your neck softly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow” 

He lined himself up, pressing through your folds and guiding the tip in. You spread your legs apart even more hoping it would help open you up. Luckily you were wet enough for it not to be horrible. 

“So wet I don’t even need lube” he breathed out. 

You screwed your eyes shut digging your nails into his shoulder as he pushed himself in inch my inch. 

Your muscles tightened around him as he slowly inched in until he bottomed out.

He filled you up perfectly. You felt so full.

He pressed his face into the crook of your neck as he let you adjust, waiting for the pained look on your face to go away. 

You gave him a nod and he propped himself up. 

His pace started slow at first. His girth moving in and out of you causing your head to roll back. 

“Oh Doug..” you whimpered.

“Tell me how bad you want it” he mumbled into your ear.”

“I need you…so bad” you mewled cupping his face as he panted into your ear slowly thrusting in and out. 

Those words were all he needed. 

He pulled out to shift you, throwing your legs over his shoulder to get a better angle. 

He Gripped your hips and gave you a quick kiss on the lips before slamming into you. You gasped gripping the sheets. 

He immediately started ramming in and out of you at an inhumane pace.

You used one Hand to grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his soft skin and your other hand naturally went to his hair.

Wet noises filled the room as his hips met yours over and over again.

Doug was not quiet in bed and his moans and whines drove you crazy. He was definitely enjoying this as much as you were. 

He leaned forward to give you a kiss every now and then, his nose pressing against your face. Though kissing wasn’t very successful. So lust drunk that it was basically you just moaning and panting into each other’s open mouths. 

“So fucking tight- gonna loosen you up so much that you’ll feel empty unless I’m the one fucking you” he growled into your ear.

You nodded crying out as you yanked on his hair, his head falling back. You watched his eyes screw shut and his mouth hang open. 

“Oh god..” he whimpered.

“Do that again” he begged as he fucked you harder, the headboard starting to hit the wall. 

You tugged again harder this time.

“So good babe” he mewled. One of his hands went to your throat clamping around it as he fucked you senseless. Hips snapping forward. 

You screwed your eyes shut as he cut off your airway feeling the high within your brain. Every few seconds he loosen his grip to hear you moan and let you breathe. 

You felt your legs shake as they sat on his shoulders, heat pooling in your stomach. 

Doug was determined to have you finish before him. He pressed a hand to your lower stomach increasing the pleasure.

You cried out, bucking your hips do meet his thrusts. 

“Oh fuck Doug- I’m so close” you cried as he pressed in your stomach.

He nodded, a bead of sweat dripping down his face. 

“Look at this (y/n)!” He grabbed your hair, yanking your head up to watch him thrusting inside you. You moaned as he did so. 

“I’m the only one who can fill you this good!” He raised his voice, but a shaky whimper remained behind it. 

“I’m the only one who can fill up a slut like you” he growled. His words sent you over the edge as you clenched around him, earning a high groan from him. 

He furrowed his eyebrows as he let your hair go, letting you fall back into the pillows. Your body buzzed as he thrust into your sensitive spots, making you whimper. 

His hand came up to palm your breast as he felt you start to clench around him, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“Doug I’m close~..” you panted. 

He nodded. “Come for me- look at me when you do” 

You lifted your head to make eye contact with him as he thrust into you. You clenched around him as he watched you, his mouth slightly open. 

You gripped his shoulders as you felt yourself peak. 

“Mm say my name when you cum” he told you. He thrusted over and over into your sensitive spot as you reached your climax.

You felt your eyes roll back as your body clenched around him, shaking.

“Jesus- Doug!” You cried out as you came, harder than you had in a long time. 

“M right here baby” he assured you, as he slowed down his pace a little.

You panted as you came down. He kissed you as you came back. 

“M right behind you” he slowed down pulling out, his length fully erect and painfully hard. 

You rushed to sit up shaking as you wrapped a hand around his length, pumping it as fast as you could get your buzzing arms to go. He sat between your legs moaning as he tugged on his own hair whimpering obscenities. 

“M’ cumming” he warned. 

You bit your lip panting as you sped up, rubbing his tip. 

“Oh fuck, yes- yes (y/n)!” He cried 

You watched as his eyes rolled back and hot cum spirted from his tip, getting on your stomach. 

His mouth hung open as he came to, panting.

“Holy shit” he mumbled.

You nodded.

“And you were down the hall this whole time?” He breathed. 

He looked down at you, propped up on your elbows, cum on your stomach and your own juices wetting the sheets beneath you.

He grabbed a tshirt from the floor cleaning your stomach.

Gross.

He laid down next to you, putting on his glasses and looking at you with half lidded eyes, pulling the blankets over you both.

“So m’ i any good?” He smirked kissing your jaw.

You nodded, still exhausted. “I can’t believe we hadn’t done this sober yet” 

He nodded in agreement. “I can’t imagine how that time we were wasted went” 

“I’ve been wanting you for so long” he smiled.

“Yeah?”

He hummed. “Yeah”

“Was it as good as you imagined?” You asked

“Better” he panted running a hand through his hair. 

You sat in silence for a bit, listening to the air conditioning.

“Next time it’ll be even better” he assured you.

“Who said there’s gonna be a next time?”you said turning to face him. 

He smiled “what, are you saying you didn’t enjoy this enough to do it again?” 

You shook your head “wasn’t saying that at all…” 

“Mm so like I said next time will be even better” he repeated turning to burry his head in the crook of your neck and splay an arm around your waist. 

[widowsistersandfriends]

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Request: Could you write a fic where the reader is Natasha and Yelena's little sister and one day she is very sad but she doesn't want to tell them what's going on but the widow sisters have their way of getting the information out ;))

Note: Thank you for this adorable request! I really enjoyed writing this one, and I appreciate your patience while waiting for me to write this one! Enjoy! <3

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You woke up bright and early, eager to start your day. Today was Friday, and you were looking forward to the weekend after a long week of school. You got out of bed and washed up before heading downstairs for breakfast. Although you were training to be a mini Black Widow, your two older sisters still insisted you get a good education. You didn’t mind though, as you loved learning and exploring new topics.

The smell of fresh scrambled eggs and crispy bacon filled the air as you descended down the stairs. You took in a big whiff and sighed with happiness.

“Good morning, Y/N, just in time for breakfast!” Natasha said cheerfully. Yelena however, was not seen anywhere at the table, so you asked the redhead where she was.

“Oh you know how she is. She loves her sleep,” the redhead said with a chuckle.

“Can I go wake her up?” You asked.

“Eat your breakfast first. I want you to have enough time to eat and digest,” Natasha said, placing a plate in front of you consisting of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, apple slices, and a glass of orange juice. You thanked Natasha for the breakfast and dug in with your fork.

You finished your breakfast and went to pack your backpack for the day. You quickly piled in your notebooks and folders along with your pencil case and laptop.

“Alright Y/N, wanna come wake up Yelena with me?” Natasha offered. You nodded excitedly, as the two of you slowly opened the door to the blonde’s room. Yelena was a deep sleeper, so she didn’t even move or respond to Natasha’s soft spoken words asking her to wake up.

You tapped Natasha’s arm and whispered her a question, earning a response and a slight grin from the redhead. With her approval, you reached under the blanket and began squeezing the blonde’s side muscle with just the right amount of pressure. Yelena jerked in response, snorting and immediately tried to wriggle away.

Yelena grumbled into her pillow, clearly trying to suppress her giggles. She was never a happy camper having to wake up.

“Come on Yelena, wake up and it’ll all be over~,” you said teasingly. You jumped on top of her and began scribbling your fingers all over her stomach, causing the blonde to let out a loud bark of laughter.

“OHOHOKAHAHAY Y/N, STAHAHAHAP IHIHIM GEHEHETTING UHUHUP,” Yelena shouted, all while swatting your hands away.

Natasha watched from a distance, chuckling slightly at Yelena’s state as you got off of the bed.

“Stop laughing at me, Poser. You’re no better than me,” Yelena said with a huff.

“Then you better get up then before I prove you wrong,” Natasha said, a teasing tone coating her threat. 

“No no no! Natasha dohoHOHOHONT AHAHAHAHAHA,” the blonde screamed with laughter, as her redheaded sister began to scribble up and down her feet which were sticking out from under the covers.

“Then get up you silly butt,” Natasha said, as you laughed while watching the blonde suffer.

Natasha eventually let her sister up, after a good ruffle of her hair. Yelena shot you a glare, giving you a warning look where you knew you were gonna be in big trouble. Luckily it was time for school and you had to go catch the bus.

You picked up your bag and headed out the front door after giving your two sisters a big hug.

“Have a good day at school!” The two widows said, while waving at you. You waved back and boarded the bus, looking forward to the fun day ahead.

Your day started off well, as you stayed engaged in all of your classes. You had fun learning in each class, and were now headed to gym class. Today, you guys were splitting up into multiple teams for a dodgeball tournament. You were skilled when it came to throwing and catching, so this really made you excited inside. 

After you all split into teams, you began playing against each other to see who would move on in the bracket. Your team was fairly strong, and you guys had made it to the championship game. You were excited for the challenge, until you heard someone chirping from the other team.

“Hey look guys, they have a girl so we’re gonna win!”

“A girl can’t compete in this! They can’t throw!”

You were the only girl on your team, so you knew who this was directed towards. However, you felt the anger building up inside of you. You’ve never really been in this situation before, so you didn’t know the best way to handle it. Instead, you just followed your gut.

“You shut up! Why don’t you beat me first before running your mouth!” You shouted across the gym. Everyone started ooohing in anticipation of a fight.

“I already know I’m gonna win because girls can’t throw!” The boy shouted back.

“It’s a team sport you dummy, so why don’t you get your facts straight first before you speak nonsense!” You yelled back. At this point, you were so ready to whip the ball into his face. Or another part.

The match began and your team began to play. Balls whizzed by as you ducked and dodged, all while throwing darts across the gym. You even caught quite a few to eliminate the guys on the other team. You felt an adrenaline rush going through you, loving the fact that you were proving him and everyone else in the gym wrong.

It was an intense match, and each team now had three players remaining. Teams were allowed to pass the ball around to the people on the side who were already out as well. You had been studying how the people on the other team threw, analyzing the spin and the route the ball would likely take. 

The kid threw the ball at your teammate, who was caught off guard as the ball ricocheted off his shoulder and in the air. You turned and quickly dove for the ball, rolling to break your fall which you had learned from when training with your sisters. Your team cheered, as it was now 3 versus 2. It turned into 2 versus 2 when one of your teammates got pegged in the knee.

Your teammate made a good effort to throw, but it was caught, eliminating him from the game. Now 2 versus 1, you knew you were your team’s last hope. But your desire wasn’t winning. It was defeating that guy and making him eat his words. If he hadn’t said that before, you wouldn’t be as focused on winning and more on having fun. However, your fun would come when you came out victorious.

The ball came straight for you, slightly away from your head. You debated on whether you should dodge and survive, or risk reaching out to catch or possibly fumble it. You reached out at the last second, snagging the ball with one hand, eliminating yet another person.

You felt the pressure now, eyeing the same boy who had talked down to you. He was still chirping away, but you didn’t respond. You were focusing on your next move. He currently had the ball and was trying to find a way to catch you off guard. You saw his eyes move, which was more than enough for a spy in training to figure out what would happen next. 

You smirked to yourself, seeing his eyes look past you. He was planning on throwing it to one of his teammates out of bounds, to catch you off guard and to eventually get you out. He wound up and threw, and as you suspected it was intended to head over you. However, you jumped to intercept his throw, and spun around faster than light while whipping a side arm throw across the gym, nailing him. 

“Two balls for the price of one!” You shouted across the gym at him, as your team started cheering and celebrating. 

“Whatever, you just got lucky. You’re still inferior and need luck to beat a guy,” he chirped back.

“Oh no honey, just no. It’s not luck. It’s called playing the game and not running my mouth when I can’t back it up,” you clapped back.

“You talked that talk but couldn’t walk that walk,” you said, as he began to move closer.

He didn’t say anything, but he wound up to punch. Luckily, you remembered the move Natasha taught you that she used against Happy in the fighting ring in front of Pepper and Tony. The guy was humiliated as he was thrown to the ground. 

“Thanks for playing, better luck next time! And don’t even try to start shit, I have two sisters who can fight as well,” you said, turning and walking away. If you had a mic, you would’ve dropped it for dramatic effect. 

While you were glad you defeated him and put him in his place, the rest of the day you were boiling with anger. You couldn’t quite pin what it was. 

You returned home after a long and eventful day, grateful to finally be home. 

“Hey, Y/N, how was school today?” Yelena asked, giving you a hug, as you dropped your backpack on the ground. 

“It was fine,” you said flatly.

“Just fine?!? You’re usually bouncing off the walls and telling us every detail about your day,” Yelena said, giving your shoulder a playful squeeze.

“I said it’s fine, okay,” you snapped at the blonde.

Yelena was taken aback a bit, but she didn’t pressure it anymore and let you go up to your room.

“What was all that?” Natasha asked, entering the room.

“It seems like Y/N had a bad day at school, but we should give her some space before talking to her,” Yelena said, as the redhead nodded in agreement. 

Your two sisters gave you a few hours to yourself, before knocking gently at the door.

“Y/N, can we come in?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah,” you answered quietly, but just loud enough for them to hear.

Your sisters walked in, each sitting near you on the bed.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Yelena asked, patting your back softly.

“I don’t know, there was just a ton of stuff that happened today,” you said vaguely.

“If something bad happened and you want to talk about it, you know we’re always here for you,” Natasha chimed in.

You sighed, knowing that you wanted to talk about it, but just didn’t know where to start. You hesitated for a moment, before speaking.

“I’m okay. But if you really want to know, you have to pay a price,” you said, giving the faintest hint of a smirk.

Oh? Is that a challenge?” Yelena said, as both sisters knew you were transitioning into your playful mood. 

The two widows quickly pinned you with your arms above your head. 

“No wait! Let me go!” you cried, wiggling around to the best of your abilities. 

“Hmm, no. We know you were sad and we want to know why and cheer you up!” Natasha insisted, as she sat on your waist and began to rake her nails in your armpits.

“HAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE,” you begged.

“Oh? Begging already? You’re in for a long ride little one,” Natasha said teasingly.

You continued to laugh and scream, as your sensitive underarms could not get used to the ticklish sensation being produced from her nails. It also didn’t help that being pinned made you a thousand times more sensitive than you already were.

The redhead moved her hands down to poke and dig in between your ribs, making you scream with laughter.

“GAH NOHOHO THAHAHATS MEHEHEHEAN,” you said, giggling hysterically. 

“Oh I know,” Natasha said with a smirk. She then traded places with Yelena, so they could both get a chance to wreck you.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” Yelena asked teasingly.

“An old fart on top of me who sleeps for a million hours,” you said cheekily.

“You little—”

With that, Yelena had dug into your sides the same way you had, along with the most ticklish pokes, pinches and scribbles, to your tummy. 

You burst into hysterical laughter, from both her reaction and the tickles.

“OHOHO MY GOHOHOD STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES,” you cried out.

“Oh what’s wrong, Y/N? Too ticklish?” The blonde asked with an evil grin.

“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHI AHAHAHAM NOW STAHAHAHAHAP,” you squealed.

“Better tell us why you’re sad,” Natasha teased, as she added on with more armpit tickles.

You were a mess now and they both knew you were bound to break soon.

“OHOHOHOKAHAHAY IHIHIHI’LL SPIHIHILL PLEHEHEHEASE,” you shouted.

The girls stopped tickling you and gave you a chance to catch your breath. After a couple of minutes you explained everything to them.

“Y/N, I understand why you were upset and you have every right to be. You stood up for yourself and didn’t want to be judged just because you’re a girl,” Natasha said.

“We’re both proud of you for how you handled it. You’re very mature for your age. Not to mention, you kicked his ass and showed him who’s boss” Yelena added, giving you a high five.

You giggled slightly, feeling better after they comforted you.

“And just remember. Yelena and I are always gonna be here for you. We will always stand up for you and we will never think less of you for your age, gender, height, race, sexuality, anything,” Natasha said with a firm grip on your shoulder. You looked into her eyes and knew she was being sincere. It was a love and support you never knew existed, or that you needed.

“We see you as a strong woman, someone who is willing to fight and stand up for herself. We are so proud of you for taking the leap of faith and having the courage to stand up for yourself when no one else would,” Yelena added.

You gave them both a hug and thanked them for talking you through it all.

“Y/N, we have to make sure you’re all cheered up,” Yelena said with a smirk.

You sat up and quickly tried to bolt, but not before Natasha grabbed you and threw you back onto the bed gently.

“You’re not going anywhere until we see you smile,” Natasha said, pinning you quickly again.

“I already did!” You insisted.

“I didn’t see it. Did you?” Yelena asked her sister.

“Nope, I never saw it once today,” Natasha said, knowing she was riling you up. With that, she sat on your shins and looked back at you with a smirk. “You ready to smile, Y/N?”

“Never!” You shouted stubbornly. Natasha rolled her eyes playfully and began to slowly drag her nails over your feet, as you wiggled them frantically, hopelessly trying to avoid her nifty fingers.

You held in your laughter, determined to not let them hear you laugh.

“Come on little Y/N, let it out~,” Yelena said, as she began to rake her nails over your inner thighs. You bucked at the sensation, close to bursting into laughter, even though they were tickling you slowly.

“Ihihihi’ll nehehever lahahahaugh hehehe,” you giggled, clearly not able to hold them in.

With that, Natasha began to tickle your feet with full force, scribbling at your heel, arches and toes, while Yelena squeezed into your hip divots with no mercy.

“OK OK OK STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHITS TOO MUHUHUHUCH AHAHAHAHA,” you screamed with laughter, as your two sisters took in your beautiful smile. 

“Awww there’s that cute little smile,” Yelena teased, reaching behind her to squeeze your knees, making you squeal and kick with laughter.

Once the girls thought you had enough, they flipped you over to massage your back.

You laid there with your arms above your head, now relaxing with the massage.

“You know Y/N, I don’t understand how ticklish you are,” Yelena said.

“You’re almost as bad as Yelena,” Natasha added.

“What do you mean almost as bad? She’s way worse than me,” Yelena insisted, shooting her sister a glare.

You got their attention again when you let out a small giggle when Yelena brushed her nail over your back.

“What was that?” Natasha asked. Yelena now raked all ten of her nails over your back, causing you to wriggle from side to side while giggling hysterically into the pillow.

“Awwww, your back is ticklish. That is  so cuteeee,” the two sisters cooed, now tickling your back and back of your thighs with their nails.

“GUYS STAHAHAHAP IVE HAHAHAD ENOHOHOUGH,” you screamed, as Yelena made sure to dip into your sides to catch you off guard. After a few more minutes of squealing, screaming, and pleading, the two girls finally let you up.

“You guys are the worst,” you said with a huff.

“You love us,” Natasha said, giving you the same hair ruffle she had given Yelena that morning. You pouted which they thought was adorable and hugged you at the same time, smothering you in endless love.

“Remember Y/N, today’s Friday. That means we can eat pizza and watch movies all night,” Yelena said.

You cheered with excitement, as you guys started planning out the night and which movies to watch.

“Wait, but before we eat, will you help me get revenge on Natasha?” You whispered to Yelena.

“Oh definitely, Poser needs a good wrecking,” Yelena said with an evil grin. Before Natasha could react, she was pinned to the bed the same way you were, and was tag teamed by you and Yelena. Sure enough, you guys all shared the same weak spots, as Natasha was lost in laughter as she was attacked with tickles. 

After the redhead was wrecked to pieces and warned you guys that you were in big trouble, the pizza finally arrived at the door. You eagerly jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. The three of you enjoyed the pizza and watched lots of fun movies that night. Tickles were thrown in here and there, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You were grateful for the two powerful and caring women in your life, who spoiled you with love and tickles. What happened to be sad tears turned into tears of laughter, which all three of you loved.

[ppawmpkin]

Eat Those Words.

Shuri Udaku x Black Fem Reader!!

Light Summary: Shuri pisses her wife off and that doesn’t go well for her.

Warning!! Sexual Content Below.

“Don’t.” You said, feeling as her hands crept up on your waist, long fingers lacing through the loops of your belt. “Still upset, my love?” She piqued, her breath fanning your neck as she spoke. You continued to cut the apple into small slices, ignoring her light pecks on your shoulders, eyes peering up at you with each one she placed. “Baby, come on.” She dragged, seeing that you remained composed throughout her entire little stunt, never straying away from cutting the stupid apple on the cutting board.

“I apologized, hun. I meant it, I didn’t know we had a date that night.” She said, warm hands rubbing your sides in circular motions. You would’ve gave into her, but you wanted to keep your resistance strong, you were undoubtedly upset with her for forgetting your date night yesterday especially considering the fact you had reminded her several times the previous day, but still your wife had let it slip her mind and proceeded to work in her lab all day that day.

“Mmh.” You muttered, watching her face slightly drop at your refusal to acknowledge her words. Still, she was going to be persistent in getting you to waver. “So you’re going to do me like that, eh? The silent treatment? It wont last long.” She said, a cocky smile across her face. You raised your eyebrows at your wife’s confidence, did she seriously think that underestimating your ability to hold a grudge was going to help her case? She couldn’t be more wrong, hell, her self assuredness only strengthened your desire to prove her incorrect.

You unlatched from her grip on your waist, hearing a groan escape from her lips at the lack of closeness between you both. You went to your shared bedroom, crashing into your comfortable bed, throwing the bedding over your legs meanwhile grabbing your pink laptop, who was already logged into and placed on one of your favorite shows, not acknowledging her presence as she walked into the room, following after you like some lost puppy.

“It is a crime to ignore me, y’know? Being a princess and all.” She plopped her body in between your covered legs, still, a lousy smile laid across that charming face of hers one that absolutely made your blood boil, but also pulled at the strings on your heart. For a second, only one, she could see a smile smile, if you could call it that, appear upon your lips before it was replaced with a scowl, a pretty scowl, but still a scowl nonetheless.

You continued to watch your show, which in all honesty, wasn’t that appealing to you, you just needed something to keep you from giving her exactly what she wants. “Mhm, well since you won’t give me your forgiveness and attention.” She said, adding a very unneeded dramatic pause, the look on her face told you all you needed to know, she had something up her sleeve. You didn’t think she saw the way you peered up at her, a warning set in your eyes but she did and somehow that egged her to continue.

You didn’t even know what she was going to say, but you knew whatever it was, she was going to test you. She looked at you with harmless eyes, like someone who could do no wrong, far from Shuri Udaku. “I’ll go find someone else to do it.” Before her feet could even touch the plush carpet to make a exit, she found herself being pulled, no, yanked backwards towards you. You didn’t know how she could blatantly disrespect you and expect to waltz out of your presence freely as if you were going to let her slide by.

“That got your attention didn’t it?” She snickered, still running her mouth, digging her grave even more deeper. You were pissed, enraged even. Who did she think she was taking to? She may have been someone you loved but, you had no problem setting her in her place, especially when she needed it. You grabbed her face, nails damn near digging into her skin. “You happy now? The attention you’re about to get will not be anything that you want, but you don’t mind that don’t you? You want me to be upset with you, huh? To hurt you? To fuck you senseless?” You said, still holding her face, your grip getting stronger with every word you spoke.

Shuri had fought everything in her not to provoke you more, the way you looked was beyond attractive. She had you fully worked up, your composure all lost and yet you looked so damn fine bent up like this. “Say something. Isn’t this what you wanted, love?” You questioned, changing your position around, swiftly placing your body on top of hers, pressing her front against yours, coaxing a slight but noticeable groan from her. Shuri could feel her wetness invading her panties completely, being held captive not only under you but your intense stare. She loved this side of you, one that was barely showcased since you rarely ever got like this, unless she had really took you there.

She was aware that she stepped over the line, not only implying that she would cheat on her beloved, which she would never do, you were perfect in her eyes but also hinting that the random she would venture off with was better than you in appeasing her, which you both knew was a bold faced lie. “Yes.” Shuri breathed, teeth clenched together as she pushed her body upwards, satisfying herself from the little friction she was getting from that before you stopped her. Her desperation was very evident, but you found it unpleasing how she was using her body, pleasing herself on her own account as if you didn’t own every inch of her. She must’ve forgotten who was truly in control, but you were here for the very purpose of drilling that fact into her brain.

“Stop acting like that.” You warned, leaning your face down to kiss her neck, lightly sucking on the soft skin. You placed your knee right in between her legs, moving it against her core while you left your marks on her collarbone. The sounds of her moans echoed across your shared bedroom, the sinful sounds that left her lips were almost enough to send you over the edge right then and there, yet you continued marking her up, bruises of all colors coating her upper chest and neck. This was all yours, the woman all disoriented, sprawled out for your use and yours alone. “Your clothes, remove them.” You instructed, your eyes clouded with lustful hunger as you watched her remove every article of clothing she had on. You bit your bottom lip, watching her move in pure adoration.

Here you were, viewing her in one of her most vulnerable forms, one that never failed to leave you in awe, her body was truly a temple, one that left you speechless and breathless all at the same time, you loved every inch of her like this. She started to squirm under your prolonged gazing, how you examined her so carefully, adoration present in your features, yet she found herself nervous although you had saw her like this more times than either of you could count, any worries she had would soon be fully washed away when you looked at her in such ways. “What am I going to do with you? You are just so damn mesmerizing.” You spoke, your words sending small chills up her spine, she had never been basked in like you did to her, something she loved.

“The things you do to me, Shuri. You are so, so lucky I don’t get to have my way, because you would never leave this bed nor would a piece of clothing ever touch your skin again if it were up to me.” You said, connecting your mouth to hers, running a hand down her taunt stomach, fingers lightly grazing over her thighs purposefully missing where she ached for them most.

She was getting impatient, wanting you in some form, to relieve her, rather it be by your fingers or your cunt pressed against hers but knowing you, her rushing you would only make you tread slower. “Please.” She begged, hoping her pleading with you would be enough for you to reward her with release. You just smiled crudely at her, your refusal making her groan. You weren’t going to be done with her so easily, you wanted her to suffer, to eat those words she had previously said to you and you could think of a million ways as to how.

“With pleasure takes time, Dove.” You said, trailing kisses between her inner thighs.

A/N: Thank you for those that read my stories, and I hope that my little smuts, fluffs, angst or whatever else there is to write about, brings you fulfillment. I will be writing a part two to this so soon, I hope you enjoyed it. 🫶🏾💗

[folkdances]

hiiii my darling ^_^ just out of curiosity….if i WERE to start playing ace attorney. what game should i start with and roughly how much time would i need to invest in playing it ? :)

HI JULES i would suggest you start playing with phoenix wright: ace attorney because that's the first game in the series and also (IMO) one of the best ones so if you enjoy playing through it you'll probably like the rest too ^_^ plus it sets up the, you know, entire rest of (minimally) the trilogy.

i don't think i'm very good for giving a time estimate though 😓 i think maybe 2-3 hours per case? i googled it and most places say something like 60 hours which is definitely not true lol i think it's more something like ~15 especially if you're a fast reader.

if you have a 3ds you can get the games off of hshop, and if you have an android phone you can use @prosecutors-gambit's collection of apks linked here (hi stefan). if you want to play on your laptop you can just download the roms also off of hshop i believe and play them on the citra emulator (this is what i did when i had a chromebook, too!). you're kind of screwed if you only have an apple phone (piracy) games-wise but you could cheat and watch the anime which covers the original trilogy (pw:aa, justice for all, and trials & tribulations). @key-lime-soda compiled the (subbed) version of it on a google drive here, but the dubbed version isn't very hard to find.

(if you want to do things legally, you could buy the games off of steam, on your switch, there's app versions on the play store and app store, i think probably xbox one, or you could shill like 500 dollars for a game cartridge for the ds.)

there are a lot of games though so i'll list them out chronologically here. for your perusal:

the great ace attorney chronicles - takes place in victorian london and follows phoenix's ancestor, ryunosuke

phoenix wright: ace attorney - aa1

phoenix wright: ace attorney - justice for all - aa2

phoenix wright: ace attorney - trials and tribulations - aa3

miles edgeworth: ace attorney - investigations - aai1

ace attorney investigations 2 - prosecutor's gambit - aai2

apollo justice: ace attorney - aa4

phoenix wright: ace attorney - dual destinies - aa5

phoenix wright: ace attorney - spirit of justice - aa6

bold = "mainline" games

???. professor layton vs. phoenix wright - crossover game that kind of floats around outside of the timeline

if you want the official timeline, capcom put together this little webpage :-)

[writingandwritten]

what do your oc’s computers look like, if they have any?

love, this has been sitting in my drafts for what feels like forever its not funny and i'm so sorry

uhh look i have a few different ocs for different things and I give certain ones more love then i do to others, but i'd like you to meet hope, noah and june who a the first ocs i actually wrote something about (and we'll ignore about despite being over 5 yrs old still hasn't been finished + i gave them all a gay glow up)

hope fellix. her's is probably something along the lines of a hp because i said so i'm thinking silver, its brand new because she just moved school so its pretty good condition and shiny still but she's put stickers on it because she thinks stickers are cool and the stickers were probably from her new best friend june. i also think its probably a cartoon bear blowing a kiss, like one of those things

june adams. june (no pronouns btw) is obsessed with stickers, like imagine a laptop covered in all kinds of stickers and go with more because like there is a LOT but mainly like little one and its a vibe kind of aesthetic where its messy, like june is 10000% the kind of person to have vibes in their room and curtains and fairy lights with posters all over the walls so yeah. the laptop itself is probably a bit cracked and banged up. i can't find the exact brand of laptop i'm thinking of buts it a bit clucky and on the cheaper side. june's laptop, phone and headphone is the will to live of this gal like its well loved.

Noah Făgădui. totally has a macbook because of all his music stuff that he does and macbooks are quite good for that reason. its plain with only one of those glowy apple stickers you get when you buy an apple product and if its not used its sitting inside a plain black laptop case. he looks after his stuff so its looking not far off brand new and its only flaw is that the battery life is not very long but physically works fine

thanks so much for the ask, your amazing connie <3

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[theuniverseawakens347]

Trying to make it seem like Howard was responsible for gilbreana death .. I literally get off on her picture being hung up in the house and sent pornography to the White House off his computer from the robbery may 21 to not be caught for UR WHOLE WILLING PART IN HER MURDER.

And ur switched ur computer w Howard’s computer ..

Then wiped his and took it for ur own .. WHILE U WENT TO THE CABIN THATS WILD LEE

Meh came back to HIS LAPTOP MISSING OFF HIS DESK … but REALLY ITS UR LAPTOP THE FUCKING APPLE ID DOESNT EVEN MATCH HIS RECEIPT FOR THE COMPUTER YAL BOUGHT ME ..AND MINE WASNT WVEN IN THE HOUSE AT THE TIME I WAS AT AVA AND MINE GOT NIGGAS IS GODS ( incriminating) WEED STICKERS ALL OVER IT LEE

And I replaced my COVER ABD ATILL GOT WEED STICKERS ON MINE ..

U GIYS GOT THE SMOOTH GREY ONES BUT LIKE AGAIN .. APPLE ID LEE .. u really don’t know how to work a computer or

U paid Alissa AND FRIENDS OF IAN TO LITERALLY “HACK IT” WILLINGLY GAVE PASSWORD AND SEND NUDES FROM HOWARDS EMAIL ..

HE SIGNED IN ONCE AND LEFT IT OPEN ..

BITXH U SENT THE NUDES UR SELF THEN HAD MOFO STEAL THE COMPUTER TO “HIDE THE EVIDENCE “ and then tell Ian to take Howard’s safe of guns and go committ a murder which h4_eazy “did” and GOT CAUGHT W REGISTERED GUNS N HOWARDS NAME N CHRIS TRIED TO SAY HOWARD KILLED ALEXIS … CAUSE THAT CASE WAS BEING REOPENED

All this was being reopened ON MY FAMILY CAUSE IT LITERALLY GOES RIGHT BACK TO U ALISSA SAYING SHE DIDNT KNOW ..BITCH I SEEN LEXI FACE WE LOOK LIKE TWINS YEAH IT WAS BEFORE WE MET AND CHRIS U BEEN FUCKIN KNEW MY NIGGA WE WENT TO 54 th together no wonder Myron played stupid when Lauryn Reese brought me around

ALL. YALL NIGGAS BEEN AFTER ME N MY FAMILY ON BEHALF OF LEE ARLVICTORIALONGTON FAMILY SINCE THE BEGINNING TIME LEE ANTI MASONS VS MANSON ( MY FAMILY IN THE-SKY )

GIRL BYE LIKE BE SO FUCKING FR. EVERY FRIEND IVE HAD AROUND ME KNEW U ONE WAY OR ANOTHER AND WAS PAID OFF OR THREATEN TO HIDE MY TRUTH U BEEEEEN ALWAYS KNEW WHAT THE FUCK WAS UP W ME OR ELSE U WEIRDO BITCHES WOULDNT HAVE WORKED SO HARD. NO MATTER HOW I SAY IT YAL BIGGAS KNOW IT ALWAYS TURNS ME U OBVIOUS THE FUCK LY KNOWING IM GOD AND UR SATAN AS FUCK.

Chris UR A DICK HEAD WILLINGLY KILLING ALEXIS AND PASSING CHILD PORN TO PUT ON HOWARD NUGENT CAUSE LEE SAID YAL WOULD GET OUT DUE TO LEGAL BACKING .. what bitch, KILLING ME!?

HOW U GON KILL ME WHEN U KNOW IM ETERNAL AND U SHOWED ME LAW ABIDING CITIZEN MY TRUTH.

But you REAL LIFE DIDNT WANT DIE ALONE. SO UR HOLDING HOWARD HOSTAGE WHO UNALSO KNW IS ONE OF MINE .. AND THEN ROOED THE KIDS INTO IT INCASE HE LEAVES U

He real life like bomb protection squad rn and I’m real life hostage til I SAID ALL THIS CAUSE U TOOK BITCH MADE TO SPEAK UP DAWG HOE. THATS SAD. ALL THAT CRIME BUT U CANT PUT YO FUCKING CHEST OUT AND TAKE THE TIME .. THEN WHY FUCKING DO IT ..

Trying to claim insanity card THATS WHY U HAD THE KIDS DO ALL THIS CAUSE UR REAL LIFE EMBARRASSED THAT THUS IS LEGIT U AS A PERSON NATURALLY AS I STARED ON THE BLOG AND AT 11 when I said I hated u for some fucking reason .. BITCH I MEAN 🤯 WHAT LEE U COULDNT SAY “CASH UR GAWD IM THE DEVIL”

UR AFRAID OF DEATH BUT URSELF IN A FEDERAL FUCKING CASE AND ROPED IDIOT KIDS INTO SO U COULD FEEL SMARTER THAN SOMEONE .. Therese turned .. FAMILY PAID OFF BY HOWARD TO MAKE RIGHT TURN THEMSELVES IN ADMIT TO ME AND THEN I PAY THEM OFF TO NOT DONIT .. NATIONAL TERRORIST DID THE SAME TO FRIENDS BUT U WANA OPEN AN HARASSMENT CASE ON ME .. MY NIGGA U CANT BE FOR REAL ..HAVE U BEEN MEDICATED THIS WHOLE TIKE FOR A MENTAL ILLNESS AND AINT TELL NO ONE AND ALL OF A SUDDEN STOP TAKING MEDS CAUSE I SAID WHATEVER U GAVE ME AT THE PSYCHWARD GOES RIGHT BACK TO U???

Girl .. BUT IM MENTALLY UNstaBLE?

EVEN WHEN KNOWING THE SHIT WAS AWFUL FOR ME I STILL TOOK IT ALL OF IT WVEN AT ST FRANCIS.

My nigga take it to the chin WTF U DO THIS FOR.

U put me in psych wards cause that was a projection of ur own truth like trying to sell a fucking pound of OH SO CLEARLY SHIT WEED.

My nigga I really been living 21 YEARS W A PSYCHO WHO PUT ME IN HER CARE AFTER EVERY FUCKING THING IVE GONE THRU BEFORE THE “adoption”

LIKE THIS REAL LIFE CANT BE FUCKING FOR REAL .. YAL SAID “oh I go on psych meds ( AT DUMB ASS FUCK NICKI) and we’ll give cashay to you” AFTER SHE MURDERED MY LITTLE SIATWR COUSIN GILBREANA

And then before my 16th and Lexi 15th she planned to have Tyler Ian Alissa WILLING SICK BITCH and CHRIS WILLING BUT GON LIE INWAS IN A ROUGH PLACE W ALEX MADE ME DO IT TRYING TO PROVE MYSELF U STILL HAD A CHOICE. U CHOSE STREET LIFE MY NIGGA TF U JOIN THE GANG IF U CANT HANG PUNK BITCH ..like DAQUAN TRYSHA WILLING FOR SOME ALIEN BLOOD OR MY FUCKING MONEY.. THAT BITCH PUT A BOUNTTY ON MY HEAD. NICKI AND U WILLINGLY TURNED ME OVER TO HER

Askari TELEPATHIC BITCH U BEEN LYING TO HIM FOR A MINUTE THAT NIGGA BEEEEEEN STEPPING IN BEHIND THE SCENES ON THE BACK END .. UR WORK FALLING THRU CAUSE THAT NIGGA LOOOKING OUT FOR ME HOWARD TOO

..

But you REALLY LET IT get to some crazy ass level of extortion Lee .. KILL ME N U WIN THE GAME OF LIFE AND GET ETERNITY INTO THE NEXT LEVEL ..yal niggas that stupid??? THATS WILD

So basically 1. U KNEW

2. I TRIED TO ASSASSINATE GOD ..I thought you satanic fucks READ THE BIBLE??

DONT U KNOW SATAN “TAKING OVER” WAS A TRICK TO PROVE U ARE LITTERALY FUCKING VILE DIGUSTING BEINGS.

I really think u gon out rank THE CREATOR OF ALL OF SPACE.

I’m 4 quadrillion years old and literal fucking projecting of the universe IN HUMAN FORM.

A Simulation. I DIE WE ALL DIE. AGAIN WORLD WIDE GENOCIDE LEE.

Start the “game of life” ALL OVER .. I CHOOSE WHEN WE COME BACK AND GUESS WHAT 5 major resets U THOUGHT I WAS DUMB ENOUGH EVEN MEDICATED AS FUCK THE WAY U DID ME I WAS JUST GOING TO HAVE IT BE LIKE ALL THE ORHER TIKES??

U KNOW HOW LONG U ALONE BEEN DOING THIS DUMB SHIT IN A DIFFERENT BODY SUIT CHARLES LITERALLY FUCKING MANSON.

Nicki .. Marlyn Manson. Like wtf yal.

WHY WOULD I REPEAT THE SAME THING AND EXPECT A NEW OUTCOME..UR INSANE NOT ME ALSO GOD OVERSEES ALL BEFORE IT HAPPENS ONLY ME AND RIGHTFUL FAMILY CAN SEE THE FUTURE ..but it’s like at what point do YOU STOP AND MAKE BETTER FUCKING CHOICES.

Yal CLEARLY ARE REAL LIFE ILL INTENT PEOPLE. MALCOM INCLUDED. TRYING TO PUT IT ON ASKARI. .. nigga no.

Generational curses in a weird fucking way.

THIS IS WILD LEE AND NICKI RING LEADERS TO THE ANTI MASONS KILLING AND LIVING OFF MY FAMILY.

HOWARD AND ASKARI THE OTHER SIDE FIGHTING PROTECTING AND LOOKING OUT.

Lee u BEEEN GOT NEWS OF THIS BEING FEDERAL AND AINT TOLD NO ONE. HOWARD AND ASKARI WENT BEHIND UR BACK AND MADE RIFHT TO THISE INNOCENT AND ROPED INTO UR MIS GUIDEDNESS LIKE THERESE W RIVER / Patrick ( sorry) and JEAN w Bonnie/ forest .. U MANAGE TO TRY N PUT THAT ON ME CAUSE U STRUGFLE W GENDER AND EQUALITY AND U HATE GAYS U HATE ANYTHING THAT ISNT WHITE OR SLAVERY.

Literally what I put on the blog about in 2020 was VERY REAL AND MY BRAIN REAWAKENING OUT SHADOW MODE AND I TOLD U IN A 10 PAGE LETTER I FOUND MY FOREVER PERSON TRISTAN ❤️❤️ and U DECIDED NAW KILL THE WHOLE WORLD.

I made myself, bae and A WHOLE LOT MORE OF ME .. like be so fucking fr.. u clearly DONT believe in God and NEVER read the Bible to think U COULD KILL ME AND GET AWAY WITH IT LIKE NO ONE WAS GUNA SERVE JUSTICE??

🤯🤯🤯

Clearly I’m still under medicine cause .. the punkd kids gotta come out w cameras this really can’t be what u thought

AND U IDIOT CHILDREN CHRIS FELL FOR IT DEEPLY. HAD U KNOW IT WAS MY FAMILY U WOULDNT HAVE .. NIGGA WE WENT TO ELEMENTARY TOGETHER U SEEN MY FACE I GOT A VERY PROMINATE NAME U USE IT EVERYDAY FUCKING CASH BITCH.

This can’t be real life rn .. THIS FR YALL? THATS wild A NIGGA IS REAL LIFE CRAZY .. going to the psychward in 23 and Howard being there u was talking to him that u real life need help.. I seen inside I’m not admitting thru me that “I’m sick” being u.. I will say I AM SICK N TIRED OF UR FUCKING INSANITY .. U DO NEED HELL IF THIS IS FR .. but like u speak to me n projection about ur life .. that’s not working for me Lee .. I see inside u ur guilty and need help but lady u did the 5,8, and 9th step … 38 years right? FUCKING SHOW IT.

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Death Note, meet Supernatural- CHAPTER 7

Relationships: L (Death Note)/Reader, L (Death Note)/Original Female Character(s)

Summary: What if Death Note existed in a world with Winchesters in it? Would L finally have the evidence he needs to prove Light is Kira? How will L fare in a world where monsters are real and not every case is solvable by him? Lucky for him, there's a hunter here to work side-by-side with him.

Chapter Summary: L and Reader make an agreement of sorts in this- read on to find out!

CHAPTER 6

Chapter 7: Building Bridges

Boredom. That’s the only word for it. The files are very detailed and I’ve decided to go in chronological order. At least my usual cases had a good old juicy murder or suicide story. These are just facts and hypotheses with a bunch of jargon. To cover everything, I’ve decided to go chronologically which means the initial stuff is mind-numbing as hell. Once I get to only the current task force’s investigation, it should get better.

Aha, the pictures of Kira’s puppets, let’s see what they’ve got. A pentagram in a circle? Was the poor dude hoping for protection? If yes, then what from? If he knew who, or what Kira was, then why didn’t he say so? I take a screenshot to look at it later.

The next 3 photos are just a bunch of text- poetry, badly written. Why would Kira make his victims write poetry in their last seconds? There’s definitely a hidden message in there.

A fearful ode to Kira, not likely. Hmm…first letter of every word? …Nope, doesn’t set. Let’s reverse. Nada. First letter of every line? Nuh-uh. Reverse again. Bingo! Ldoyouknow

I pick up the next 2 photos and decipher them quickly.

L do you know shinigami only eat apples  (A/N: The photos says reapers cause they're from manga but I'm following the show and it says shinigami there- so please bear with me)

Shinigami? What’s this? Sounds like my thing.

A simple search on my personal laptop (with internet access, suck it L) paints one picture- Japanese Spirits of Death.

https://historycooperative.org/japanese-god-of-death-shinigami/ (You can read this article upto Making the Shinigami Angry)

The lore says that Shinigami only take people who are already close to death, but not all of these criminals can be close to death at the same time suddenly. Did someone grow a pair and get a Shinigami on a leash? How? By giving them apples? That also doesn’t explain the heart attacks. Shinigami make people commit suicide so what’s with this new MO? And where do the names and faces fit in? If a Shinigami wanted to kill someone, they just got to possess the person. Kira is not a Shinigami then, but someone who is using a Shinigami in some way at least. This is dangerous. As a rule, reapers or gods or spirits of death are invisible to everyone save those who die- or those who bind them. No EMF or cameras will catch anything. Should I summon Death? He could have jurisdiction over Shinigami too since he’s the literal anthropomorphic representation of death. If he finds out one of his own is fucking around or bound, he could deal with this on his own. But wouldn’t he know already? And he hasn’t done anything which means he’s not interested or whatever’s happening is not wrong- atleast not according to him. Calling him is risky as I have no backup and if he feels I’m wasting his time, he could very well arrange my death. Perhaps later, as a last option with a delicious pizza offering.

Anyway, I shouldn’t rule out the possibility that this could just be to throw L for a loop. He has disregarded this as nonsense but still. Let’s file this for later. The envelope. Penber dying. If Light is Kira, he has a Shinigami chained up somewhere. The footage from the households is next. I first check the Yagami tapes, and it is just as L said. Light is too straight and narrow. It seems practiced, and intentional. He is not as relaxed as a teenager should be at home but seems to be putting on a play. Another thing, he’s talking to himself while doing homework. Now whatever they show you on movies and TVs, nobody talks to themselves out loud about their day or what they’re doing. I’ve watched more houses and even more people than you can count. Just doesn’t happen, nope. The fact that Light is doing it means he wants somebody to listen. The messages would mean nothing to the police watching the cams, which means it’s for someone else. Someone invisible to us. Shinigami again? Congrats Light, you’re top suspect once again, though it’s apparent by the handcuffs that he never made it off L’s list. I watch all of his footage but there’s nothing except this gut instinct that Light is not right .

To be on the safe side, I watch the Kitamura tapes carefully too. They’re normal in the way normal people are- cleared immediately. The Sakura TV incident is next and on comes the tape L made me watch. After that, there are 2 tapes- yes and no. This must be for the police’s decision to join or stand against Kira. There’s truly nothing useful in them, what a waste.  The response of Second Kira to Light’s tape was interesting. Verify each other’s identity by showing each other their Shinigami? Kira doesn’t have eyes? Hm…there is a Shinigami after all. I need to dig deeper but before that, I listen to all Second Kira tapes for any other clues. There’s nothing in the tapes but the diary entry from last year has that word, Shinigami, again. At a match- it could be possible to blend in with so many people but could they be so stupid as to be so obvious? Hang on, the Second Kira sent a message on the 23rd saying they’d found Kira. This means the entries before it, probably the one of the 22nd, is the correct one. 

Met with friend in Aoyama and exhanged notes.

What does this mean? What’s the clue that only Light could understand that made him volunteer to go to Aoyama? It sure as hell isn’t a coincidence. If Misa is the Second Kira, she must have set sights on Light at some point. The CCTV footage didn’t show Misa anywhere so she was either invisible, in disguise, or was watching the cameras. This means she would’ve seen something about Light- something only meaningful to her or something invisible. Shinigami. Maybe I’m getting tunnel vision but the possibility of this being right is too high. Shinigami has already been mentioned thrice, once by Kira and twice by the Second Kira in the tape and diary entry. L mentioned they’d been acting strange during the investigation, let’s check out that footage. L wasn’t joking around when he confined Misa. She’s strapped to her chair like she’s a deadly, vicious killer and not a dumb blonde. Is she a deadly, vicious killer? She’s surprisingly tight-lipped too. Normally it’s a challenge to shut her up. She’s protecting someone, her beloved Light maybe? She suddenly starts crying on the screen to kill her. 5 minutes after this, she passes out. When she comes to, it’s like she’s the dumb blonde again. Something happened when she passed out. Was the spirit of a Shinigami possessing her? And it left her when it realized the girl was useless now- begging for death. If so, why didn’t the Shinigami just kill her? It’s not like there’s any lost love. Light’s confinement is the same way except he isn’t bound. He’s still all serious and silent though, despairing that he’s Kira. About 2 weeks later, he changes his tune saying he isn’t Kira. Begs to be let out. Why is he contradicting his earlier statements? Shinigami spirit left him too when it figured that Light would be useless under 24*7 surveillance? Question is- were Light and Misa aware they were possessed? Are they like Jeffrey? The guy wanted the demon in him, did these guys want the Shinigamis? Figuring I wouldn’t get anything more from the data, I put the laptop aside and start my own research on how the hell is Shinigami connected to Kira. 

Stretching my back, I meet eyes with Ryuzaki. God knows how long he has been staring at me. The intensity of his gaze makes me believe he wants to actually read my mind. The genius he is, he probably reads me more than I know. Not wanting to hide, I lock my laptop and boldly walk over to him. The best plan of action is honesty here- partial honesty, cause there’s no way in hell he wouldn’t admit to the psych ward if I said I wanted to investigate the Japanese Gods of Death.

“Can I have a word in private, Ryuzaki? Just you and me”, I whisper. The staring continues for a moment until he uncuffs himself from Light, gets up to walk out of the room with a quick, “follow me”.

He takes us 2 floors up to an exact replica of the command center down there, only smaller. “This is Watari’s office, the only other room besides mine and the control center that isn’t under surveillance. Based on the tone of your request, I assume you don’t want the other team members to know of it.” At my nod, he sits in his usual position on a chair. “Speak.” “The following questions and requests might seem weird but consider them the most important. Now tell me, what is it about Light and Misa that makes you sure that they are- or were- doing the murders?” “The clues-”

“Forget the clues for a damn minute. What does your gut tell you? Why do you feel that they’re murderers?” After silence stretches for a while, L says in a quiet voice, “His eyes. They had an evil glint to them. His expression. Always perfect. Always what I would expect. It looked manufactured, not real. His intelligence. He could do those murders and get away with it. From the first time I laid my eyes on him, a part of me has always been sure that he is Kira. As for Misa, my interactions with her aren’t frequent. She was apprehended as soon as her DNA was found on those packages. Apart from her mind turning quickly that one time, there’s nothing weird I’ve noticed about her. There is one thing I neglected to mention about her though. Misa’s parents were killed by a burglar in her presence. The suspect walked free due to insufficient evidence. Kira killed them. She adores Kira for that. She also adores Light. Which means she could be the second Kira if Kira was Light.”

“Misa isn’t the chief concern here- but we will have to be careful with her. I’m going to say something, Ryuzaki, and you’re not going to like it. The worst thing you could’ve done is make Light a part of the task force and then keep Misa around. If Misa is the second Kira who can kill by just knowing the face, you’ll be instantly dead when her power gets back to her. And you’re only safe from Light as long as he doesn't know your name.” “You’re sure that he is Kira then?” I’m quick to deny it because I do not know for sure. Another thing I’ve learned in my world is half of the time, the unexpected guy is the killer. For all I know, it could be Matsui. “Then why didn’t you say “if”? You said that I’m only safe from Light as long as he doesn’t know my name. You didn’t say “if he is Kira”.”

“Slip of tongue,” I’m quick to lie. Truth is, with L’s conviction, I have strong doubts about Light as well.

“Nevermind that Ryuzaki. Now focus. In a day or two, I’ll show up with some “ order from headquarters ” that will get civilians off the investigation. The control isn’t in your hands anymore; some unknown FBI department is taking over the reins.”  “That way you can get rid of Light and Misa without making it seem that we are still suspicious of them,” L ponders.

“Bingo. You’re number 1 on Kira’s hitlist, Watari is probably number 2 based on how close you two are. If those 2 are Kiras, we have to make it seem as if you’re not a threat anymore.”

Truth is, I’m not sure this is what Sam and Dean would’ve done. But they’re not here and the decision falls to me, so I’m going to roll with this.

“Reasonable. But I do not want Light off the investigation. He is intelligent and on the chance that he is not Kira, his help will be crucial. And if he is Kira, I want to keep an eye on Misa and him.”

I let loose a disbelieving laugh. “Listen sugar cube, you do not know how much danger you’re in. I’ve almost identified Kira’s source of power and it is not something you can control. Not a criminal you can lock up or keep an eye on . This is beyond your reach. Not an insult or a doubt on your abilities, just the truth. I want to keep you guys safe. You and Watari will die in this investigation if we don’t cut off Light and Misa right now. They know about your every move and can counter it. If the Chief is leaking the information, even unknowingly, I’ll come up with a way to replace him too. The entire task force, if necessary.”

“What are you so afraid Kira will find out?” “The investigation details, dumbass. What else?”

L’s stare grows even more piercing if possible, his head cocked to the side. Adorable. “No, that’s not it. You’ve been on edge the whole time you’ve been here. You appear sad too; sadder than a normal human. Something is bothering you. The whole time you’ve been convincing me, you’ve had a desperate energy about you. You also keep fidgeting. For anyone else, I would say they weren’t just cut out for this, but you are. Your hands, your stance is of a fighter. You will push away your discomfort by squaring your shoulders and tilting your chin up. You are brave, and experienced too. Then what is it about this investigation that has you on edge?”

The guy learns more than he lets on. For the first time, I realise that L is not just a cute little weirdo. L is the number 1 detective in the world and I need to stay on guard around him or he could very easily figure out what a vault of secrets I am. At the moment though, I want to answer his questions honestly. It’s been so long since somebody has taken the time to really see me. Neglect is getting to me. I’m also in need of some desperate human comfort. What would being hugged by L feel like…L would be such a great cuddle partner…who is still looking at me expectantly.

“You’re right, L. I’m not afraid of Kira finding anything out, except your and Watari’s real names. I am on edge because this is dangerous. And I have no one. My team- we were 5 people. Now it’s just me. This is the first time I’ve taken on something so big without them. I’m scared that I won’t be enough, that I’ll mess up. That’s why I was being pushy earlier because I want to make sure you’re safe in case things go south. The lead I’m working on- if Kira finds out…it wouldn’t be pretty. If there’s even a chance that Light and Misa are the Kiras, we need them off the investigation. I’m alone, and the danger this entails…I’m worried I won’t be enough to handle it.”

L’s eyes have predictably stayed on my face the whole time I’ve talked. Now that I’ve made the confession, sweat is breaking out on my back. The air feels hotter, draining me of my energy. I want to take my words back. The longer L stares, the bigger the urge to crawl into a hole and die. Stupid word vomit. I wanted to earn his respect and view me as an equal, now he’ll just see a scared, incompetent girl who doesn’t feel up for a challenge.

“It doesn’t seem like you will mess things up. Your level of concern shows you will take the utmost care with this investigation. I am…glad of this.” I feel warm again but this warmth is very much welcome. To prevent word vomit again, I stay silent and just give L a grateful smile, seeing which he continues.

“I will agree to your plan of taking Light and Misa off the investigation- but they will remain under surveillance. You can say that all the previous suspects must remain under surveillance as a precautionary measure- orders from headquarters .”

“Okay, we can make that work.”

“That’s not all. This lead you’re investigating- I want to investigate it with you.”

Yeah, right.

“No way in hell, L. It isn’t your thing.”

“Then you don’t investigate it either. You said so yourself, you feel alone. You’re used to working with your team. We can work together on your lead. And don’t forget your promise from yesterday. You di agree you wouldn’t make any moves for the first few days without consulting me. Besides, I am the world’s number 1 detective. Who better than me to investigate with you?”

The logic is sound- and that’s one of the problems. How will L react to knowing that monsters are in fact real, that they defy his logic? That Shinigami are probably real too? Even if it isn’t a Shinigami, it’s 100% something supernatural. How would he be justice then?

“L, you don’t understand. My way of working is very different. Things are looking bad, and the world is actually worse than you think. The lead I have- if it’s actually right- we will have a big problem on our hands. And you may be the best detective in the world but you are not equipped to handle this.”

“If you refuse, I will Light and Misa with us. Your choice.”

Damn him. I can’t exactly take the guy to a bar of hunters and make inquiries about spirits of death. I can’t take him hunting, period. At least not until I know what I’m dealing with.

“How about a compromise? We take Light and Misa off the case, and I do a little research on my lead. If it’s the real deal, I’ll tell you immediately and we can work together on it. If it’s bullshit, no point in risking your life over it. Fair?”

Eyes narrowed, he thinks it over. Too bad if he doesn’t agree cause there’s no chance I’m budging on this one. With my luck, the minute we step out of the building, we’ll be attacked by vampires or something that’ll result in the demise of the world’s greatest detective. It isn’t like I haven’t already gotten a world famous individual killed. Not that he was a human. Just a shape-shifting, all-eating monster that God himself locked away after realizing he fucked up.

“Acceptable. But I will put a tracking device on you to keep me notified of your location at all times. If it is truly as dangerous as you say, you must be monitored”, L finally decides.

“Fine by me. But you can’t come in- no matter what- unless I explicitly ask you to. Clear?”

“Alright. Will you follow your lead after Light and Misa leave?”

“No, I’ll start right away. Staying discreet for 2 days isn’t a problem.”

“I’ll have Watari give you a tracking device as soon as he returns from his errand. Don’t leave until then, and certainly not without informing me.”

“Who says I’m leaving now? Phase 1: Research on my laptop. I’m getting the laptops and holing up in my room. Do NOT let Misa come in. Can’t-”

“-let her know what you’re working on. Fine. I’ll send Watari there. Let’s go back now.”

As L and I head back to the command center, my chest feels lighter than before. Even though he doesn’t know everything, he’s still on my side. I have a plan. Research on the web, research in the local library, meeting the local hunters, confirming the monster, how to kill it and then killing it. 

Easy-peasy, right? CHAPTER 8

A/N: Hey guys, so sorry for the delay- work got super crazy and I couldn't get away but here is an extra long chapter and tomorrow, you guys get another one!

If you enjoyed this one, don't forget to❣️, comment and reblog!

XOXO

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Day 17: Findley State Park to Van Buren State Park

Distance Covered: 81.27 miles

Total Time (including rests): 7:10 (8:03am-3:13pm)

Time spent riding: 6:22

Average Speed: 12.8 mph

Apples Eaten: 4 (fuji - 7/10, fuji - 6/10, fuji - 7/10, fuji - 5/10)

Today's ride was another boring, yet alright, one. It was basically 80 miles straight West from one State Park to another, only going North or South to switch to less busy roads. The entire ride was on various state roads and side roads, most of which had rather good pavement. I made rather good time for a few reasons. There was the good pavement as mentioned, and then also I had a tailwind for most of the ride, and thirdly, this ride was really flat. I barely had to switch gears at all, and when I did, it was more likely to be because of a sudden change in wind making the ride too hard or too easy, rather than because of going up or down a hill. The weather was also really nice, barely getting above 70 Fahrenheit, and oftentimes cloudy for miles on end.

I stopped twice on the ride, once about half-way through, and once only 10 miles from my campsite. I wanted to not take that second stop at all, but I was getting really hungry and didn't want to hold off on lunch.

Today's ride's main focus was on conserving the battery on my phone. One of my power banks is dead, and I think I might have to use my laptop as a power bank to get my phone fully charged for tomorrow. Because of that, I took various measures on the ride to extend my phone's power. For one, the fewer number of stops meant I spent less time just sitting looking at my phone (of course, that didn't really matter in the end because it meant I arrived at my campsite earlier, and this would have more time reading stuff on my phone). I also kept my phone's brightness as low as I could, and even turned off my maps whenever I was about to be on a straightaway for several miles, only turning it back on again when I believed myself to be close to the next turn.

I saw a few interesting birds on today's ride. In addition to the normal ones, I also saw a peacock on a front porch, a vulture by a field, a bird I think was a hummingbird (it was moving too quickly for me to be sure), and what I think was pheasants in a yard. Apart from those, today's ride didn't really have anything that stood out, which is kinda what I expected, biking across rural Ohio.

Design Notes

Today's notes are probably going to be short (I don't actually know, I have a few key points that I wrote down during the ride, but most of the substance has yet to be written).

I've been thinking about character stats/ability scores. This train of thought comes from 2 places.

1) Yesterday's ruminations on Procedural Generation got me thinking about Characters, Inc. again, in which each character has 6 (maybe 5, I can't remember) stats that affect how well they do in a dungeon. I'll go more into detail later in this section, because I spent a lot of time specifically thinking about Characters, Inc.

2) I've been reading LitRPGs, which are a fantasy sub-genre where the fantasy world has game-like elements, often including ability scores.

Ability Scores

I understand the necessity of ability scores in games in order to simplify complex systems of the world, but there's always something about them that feels awkward. There's always too much overlap between certain abilities, or cases where it doesn't make much sense for you to automatically become better at multiple unrelated things. For example, bench pressing should increase your Strength, but in most games that would also increase your leg power, even though they're different muscles. With that being said, I do enjoy the use of ability scores as measures of characters that aren't directly controlled by players, because then those abilities end up being used in more broad stroke ways, and so it makes more sense. For example, if you have a character with high dexterity, you can't guarantee that they'll succeed at a certain parkour move, but if you give them an entire parkour course, they'll probably complete it more quickly than someone with a lower dexterity score. That brings me to my discussion of Characters, inc.

In Characters Inc, you the player send a party of characters out on a quest, and only receive the results of said quest. As such, this is the perfect place to make use of ability scores, as they can be used to broadly define a character's strengths. Here are the ability scores as I remember them in Characters, Inc. I will describe the ability and what it used to do, if I can remember, as well as what I would have them do if I was to remake the game.

Strength (STR) - Every quest in Characters, Inc has a hidden power level the party has to beat in order to complete the quest. STR contributes directly to meeting that power level. In addition, when distributing damage amongst the party, characters with more STR will have been targeted more by enemies, and so will receive a larger portion of the damage.

Agility (AGI) - I don't remember what this does in the original version of the game. If I was to remake it, it would have 2 main effects: it would influence how long it takes for a party to complete a quest, and it would act as a buffer relative to one's STR such that they are targeted less if they have high AGI.

Endurance (END) - Endurance directly impacts how much health a character has.

Toughness or Defense (TOU) - After getting assigned damage, TOU reduces the amount of damage that a character takes. If I remake the game, it might also increase the amount that the chosen character is targeted, because otherwise a high TOU character is useless without high STR.

Magic (MAG) - Similar to STR, this directly contributes to the power level of the quest. It also increases the chance the character is targeted, but at a much lower rate than STR. Thus, it pairs well with characters that have lower END or TOU.

Luck (LUCK) - Increase the rewards characters receive from the quest. Every quest has guaranteed rewards, but this stat increases the chance for additional gold and/or item rewards. In the original version, each character's luck was used independently to figure out additional gold and items, such that you could get at most +1 item per character. If I was to remake it, I'd probably have it that the character with the highest luck is taken as a base, and each other character's luck is added on to that, but not to the full amount.

That's all. There's no pics today, as the ride was rather bland and boring. Tomorrow I'm headed straight North to Ann Arbor. I hope the wind will've calmed down a bit by then, because I'd rather not ride 80+ miles with a headwind.

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Lotus Electronics Independence Deal Festival offers upto 70% discounts and more Independence Day will be made more special by Lotus Electronics, which has a host of great offers for customers. The offers allow customers the freedom to buy the electronics which one wishes for without price being a hindrance, if that is the case. It is offering a whopping upto 70% off as well as an additional discount of 10% making it a very attractive offer indeed. What’s more, there are also card shopping benefits, easy EMI along with finance support, so what the customer enjoys is an effective price that is much lower. The category-wise percentage is also very attractive and designed to bring in customers. In the TV segment, the discount offered is upto 70 percent, in the laptop category, upto 45 percent, in the AC category, upto 50 percent, in the mobile category upto 40 percent, in the refrigerator category upto 40 percent, in the washing machine category upto 30 percent, in the audio category upto 60 percent, in the microwave category upto 50 percent and in the watches category upto 85 percent. These deals and discounts are available offline from 20 showrooms across 8 cities and online as well.

Lotus Electronics, which started operations in the year 2000 from Indore, with 20 showrooms currently spread over 8 cities, has a range of electronic items on offer and is home to all national and international brands. Its range includes ACs, washing machines, dishwashers, chimneys, air purifiers, water purifiers, vacuum cleaners, geysers, fans, mixers, mobiles, laptops, refrigerators, microwave ovens, atta makers, coffee makers, LEDs, Home theatres, game consoles, coolers, heaters, computers, cameras, personal care electronic items like hair dryers, trimmers, shavers, and more. The national and international brands at Lotus Electronics include renowned names like Samsung, LG, Sony, Philips, Whirlpool, Panasonic, Voltas, Haier, Godrej, Lenovo, HP, Dell, etc. Lotus Electronics also offers high end products like Amazon Fire Stick, ECHO DOT, Apple iPhone, Sony OLED, Samsung Fold 5 Mobile, Bose Speaker, Samsung Smart Refrigerator, LG Twin Washing Machine and more. Lotus Electronics is popular for offering Allectronics wherein the complete package related to electronics shopping covered. These include range plus discounts plus service plus shopping experience. At Lotus Electronics, One can enjoy free gifts, discounts, attractive exchange offers, flat discounts, company specific offers and more. What’s more, Lotus Electronics has also taken electronics to the next level with a range of offerings. For example, the Lotus Electronics experience not only includes a vast range of world class electronic products and appliances, along with a variety of deals and offers, but also pleasant shopping experiences and extras like expert advice, Lotus Electronics Care, extended warranty that goes beyond any given brand’s or company’s warranty, quick delivery, etc. Lotus Electronics also offers the advantage of shopping offline in its showrooms as well as online and The service that we provide to you before purchase, we continue to provide the same service after sale.

For more details visit our website: https://lotuselectronics.com/ Contact us (+91) 9111-300-400 or support@lotuselectronics.com

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cracked the screen on my laptop yesterday and today I took it to Apple and they have to send it off and it could take a week or longer to fix! so now I have to do all my work and post all my moodboards from my ipad! i wanna cry. at least it’s covered by apple care and I even have an ipad to work from. trying to look on the bright side, but I am so upset.

I've had my macbook since 2014 I would personally have a meltdown if that happened to me. I'm glad it's covered under apple care though! That's gonna save you so much money. Also, they sell cases that make your ipad more laptop like if you ever wanna look into that!

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Honestly I'm really excited about the Apple thing too, not that I'm really an apple user or anything BUT

Esp compatibility between devices is just sooooo so so so bad with hearing aids or cochlea implants, I still listen to music only one-sided with just the aid because the few solutions that do exist for pairing my implants with phones, laptops etc. Just plain Suck. Things just don't work half of the time, medical devices tend to be stuck 10 years behind current tech development, it's just so much extra work that really shouldn't be a thing. Wireless Bluetooth headphones are pretty much the status quo by now, so why on earth do I need an in-between device that connects through MP3 cables (which phones don't even have anymore!!) to be able to listen to music too? Why can't I listen to music with my implant at all? Why are there always in-between devices and their connectivity is always shaky, at best?

Not to mention the sheer cost of these things. Which insurance sometimes covers, but not always especially if you're over 18. To put this into some perspective:

My FM System, the thing I use to listen to music, hand to teachers in class so I can hear better - is around 2000€. The TWO connectors I need for it to work (because my hearing aid is old, because I can't afford a new one of the same quality) are 64€ and 240€ respectively. These things break, they're not very sturdy, they're mostly just plastic. The extra mic I connect to this system so I can also hear my classmates is 700€. And this is just for one half of my ears! The "solutions" for my implant side Do Not Work and I don't remember the price points, but given they're for implants....

All this puts us around three thousand euros, and that's without even adding the cost of a hearing aid; mine were, as far as I remember, 2000 a pop - in 2014. What I'm trying to say here, you can absolutely get top of the line iPhone, Air pods, can probably also throw in a MacBook or iPad at this point and it'd Still Be Cheaper. Insurance paid for most of my stuff, not all, but I also live in Germany, and Also had to go to court against them over 2 of the items I listed above.

And It Still Doesn't Work Well.

The AirPods Pro 2 are 249$.

Medical firms just didn't have much of an incentive to fix these issues and prices, but with Apple entering the game with built-in well functioning connectivity And the FDA thing, I really, really hope they're forced to finally catch up.

Will any of the proposed Apple stuff actually work with my degree of hearing loss? Will they be able to beat the soundscape adaptability of most midrange aids in a direct comparison? Unlikely. But it's probably gonna work for all of my family members who refuse hearing aids for cost and cosmetics reasons, it's gonna work for a Lot of minor to medium hearing loss cases, and it's gonna be a whole lot more affordable than traditional hearing aids.

All of which will hopefully be the ass-kick the industry needs to finally kick into gear.