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redbird-tf · 2 days ago

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All you need

Dean Winchester x toddler sister reader x sam Winchester

Synopsis; As your 4th birthday approaches, all you want is to spend it with your dad. But when he shows up only to leave again, it’s your big brother who proves he’s all you truly need.

Word count: 2.7k

Notes: reference the gif for the main scene

Warnings; daddy issues, daddy issues

“Da!”

You tugged at Dean's pant legs, desperate to grab his attention. Across the table, Sam looked up from his book to Dean and let out an exaggerated cough, “Dean i think she wants you” he remarked. “then she can say my name” he replied flatly without looking up from his journal. Sam shook his head“Add ‘unavailable brother’ to her therapy list” Sam muttered under his breath. Dean rolled his eyes, then finally turned his chair to face you. He leaned forward and tapped his chest in emphasis “De or dean.” He enunciated firmly. “Not ‘da’ not ‘dad’. Dean”

You stared at him with those wide, doe-like eyes. “de…” you repeated softly. “Yes, y/n?” He asked, His tone losing its edge. “I want color, and TV” you demand excitedly, yanking at his jeans. “Alright, I’ll grab you your colors,” Dean said, standing from his chair. Once you were settled in front of the TV with your Scooby color book Dean returned to the table. Sam, who had silently watched the exchange, let out a chuckle. “what?” Dean irritatedly questioned. “I just don't get why it's such a big deal to you” Sam commented. Dean exhaled sharply, trying to keep his voice low. “She knows I'm not dad, Sam.” his patience was wearing thin. “Does she?” Sam hesitated “She sees you a lot more than dad”. “Then why doesn't she call you dad? your with her as much as i am” Dean scoffed, roughly shutting his journal. Sam raised a brow “Because i was at Stanford for the first year of her life” Dean couldn’t argue and remained silent. His gaze wanders to you, engrossed by cartoons, oblivious to the conversation happening behind you.

Sam let out a heavy sigh, following Dean's gaze towards you. “Her birthday tomorrow…” his voice was laced with concern. “I know.” Dean mumbled, “you think Dad remembers?” Sam practically whispered. Dean's jaw tightened “He said he’d be back by tomorrow” Deans tone was flat, rehearsed almost. “Thats not what-“ “i don't know Sam” Dean snapped, his chair scraped against the hardwood as he stood abruptly. Without another word he turned and walked out the door, leaving Sam alone with his unspoken thoughts.

Dean's hand dragged down his face as his chest rose and fell. “Hey y/n” he heard Sam's voice call from inside. “Hi, Sammy”. Confused, he glanced over his shoulder to see the window he cracked open earlier. He hesitantly inched closer, peaking in through the blinds. Inside Sam was now sitting with you in front of the TV. You hadn’t even bothered to look up from your coloring book as you greeted him. Sam watched you for a moment “Y/n why do you call Dean dad?” Sam asked carefully. The scratching of crayons against thick paper had suddenly stopped. You shrugged dismissively “i don't know,” you said, unnaturally high-pitched. Sam knew there was something you weren’t telling him. Sam studied you and chose his next words carefully. “You know deans our brother right?”. Your shoulders slumped and your lips formed a pout.

“But… he acts like the dads on TV…” you mumbled. Sam let the silence sit, hoping you'd say more. “He's always here, he's strong, he loves me…” your voice wavered and before Sam could react, tears started to pool in your eyes. “Ok ok, I'm sorry bug, no need to cry” Sam cooed, swiftly scooping you into his lap. He rubbed slow circles into your back. After a moment Sam moved to cradle your face in his large hands, before speaking “you know brothers can do that too” he spoke gently, not wanting to upset you again. “Really?” You asked, blinking at him with those big round eyes, that never failed to make Sam's heart melt. “He’ll always be here, even when dad can't” Sam replied with a smile. His smile quickly faded when your pout had no intention of turning upside down like something was weighing you down. “What's wrong?” He asked with furrowed brows.

“Does Daddy remember my birthday tomorrow?” Sam’s heart shattered. Outside the window, Dean's head dropped. Guilt gnawing at him. he felt like he was already failing you, he was supposed to protect you from those thoughts. Sam wouldn’t shield their father’s image for you like Dean would, he couldn’t lie to you. “i don't know” Sam admitted, his voice cracking. His arms opened out to you again, waiting for you to seek comfort. But you didn't move. You stayed planted in his lap. “Dos dean….?” Your voice wavered, thick with sadness. “Of course he does” was quick to reply. “Because he's my brother” you mumbled, sam couldn’t tell if that was a statement or question but nodded his head anyway. “Because he's your brother” he repeated, lifting you gently off the floor. He pressed a kiss to your temple and held you close. “Let's get you to bed”

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You began to stir, the sunlight was bleeding warmth into the room and the birds chirping soothed you softly from your rest. With a yawn, You pushed yourself upright, rubbing the sleep from your heavy eyes. The faint voices caught your attention. Blinking away the last trace of sleep you turned your head. “Daddy!” You shouted, your eyes had landed on John who stood in the middle of the room between the brothers. Their conversation had halted, watching you dart towards John. “Hey kid” a rare smile tugged at his lips, as he swept you up into his arms. You wrapped yourself tightly around him“It's my birthday!” You announced. “The big 4” he added. Your smile widened, he remembered. “Do i get a gift?” You questioned, tilting your head to the side. “You know i was a little busy, but….” his hand began to rummage around in his pocket. “But this will get you whatever you want” he stated handing you a crumpled twenty-dollar bill. Sam rolled his eyes, a quiet scoff escaping him. John lowered you back to your feet “Now why don't you go play? i need to talk to your brothers” You nodded eagerly at his request, clutching the bill in your hand before scurrying off.

You had decided to occupy your time with more TV, letting their voices become background noise. Until the familiar creak of the door hinges caught your attention. The three of them were walking out the door, with their backs turned to you. You scrambled to your feet, to meet them in the parking lot. “Daddy! Where are we going?” You called out, your small feet smacking against the pavement. They hadn’t even noticed you following them. “I've gotta go to work baby” he explained crouching to your level. You frowned “But it's my birthday!” You nagged with a stomp of your foot. You tugged at his shirt and began to beg. It didn’t matter what he was saying-you just wanted him to stay. Your tantrum wore thin on John's patience “This is more important” he snapped, prying your hands from his collar with a sharp jerk. Your lip trembled uncontrollably, and before the first tear could fall you turned your heel. You ran back to the room, shoving past Sam when he tried to hold you. Sam turned back to face his dad with a cold stare. John returned the glare “Don't give me that look” John warned. “Dean help me with the bags” he ordered. Dean nodded, silently he grabbed a bag and followed their father to the truck.

John closed the tailgate with a thud then turned to Dean, his hand gripping his shoulder “Take care of your siblings” Dean nodded with a commonly repeated “yes sir” and turned back to the motel where he saw Sam standing, his arms crossed with a scowl on his face. Dean moved to stand next to him while they both watched John's truck pull out of the lot and disappear down the road. A faint sniffle broke the silence. Dean glanced down and was surprised to see your trembling form wrapped around Sammy's leg. With a sigh, Dean stepped forward, detaching you from Sam and pulling you into his arms. You didn’t resist and rather pressed your body tightly against your big brother's chest. The safest place in the world. His large hand rubs up and down your back while whispering comforting words in your ear. You shifted slightly, your head moved from resting on his shoulder to being tucked beneath his chin.

“You're my real daddy, De,” you said sternly, outweighing the tremble in your voice. Deans jaw clenched. His heart ached for you, for the little girl who had learned far too early what it felt like to be abandoned. There was nothing he could say to fix things, nothing he could do to shield you from the hurt. He just held you tighter, like it was the only thing holding you together. “Can we get McDonalds?” Your voice broke him from his trance and a small chuckle escaped his lips. “I got twenty dollars” you added, holding up the crumpled bill. A genuine laugh rumbled from his chest, shaking the heaviness of the moment. The girl who was just pulling on his heartstrings now wanted nothing more than McDonalds. Your brows furrowed in confusion, widening his smile even more. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I'll get you all the McDonalds you want” he promised, voice steady. Dean couldn’t fix things with their father, but maybe he could be everything you needed.

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I absolutely adore your rise TMNT with yan batfam short clips. Like the whole why pick them over us becomes 10x worse like. Reader is living in the sewers most of the times and basically decided that the turtles were their brothers and not batfam. They rather live in the sewers with a rat as a substitute dad and they prefer it. I can imagine how much of a blow that would be to them! Also the family knows nothing about them till bam here they show up with a different hero/vigilante group. Want to throw my two cents in that the reader likes to use war pain/ let's Micky pain on a mask that helps them blend in with the crew ( also I can imagine they don't like wearing the color black).

Oh yeah the Bat family is coping sooo hard.

After they, quite rudely, take you back to Gotham they are gonna be on. Your. Ass. About how “better this is” and “ isn’t this so much nicer then some nasty sewer” but you quite literally are having none of it

Every snide comment about how it’s “so much more open and spacious right?” is met with “I literally had a skate ramp outside my room Tim, fuck off” or “at least i was allowed to leave the sewer whenever i wanted, unlike here”

Like, 80% of the Bat family isn't blood related and even LESS than that have actually been formally adopted, so they can't even try to pull the “but we’re your REAL family” card with you, though Damian will still absolutely try. Of course, you always remind him that he literally stabbed you in the leg when you two first met. Yes you're still pissed about it, HE STABBED YOU! IN THE LEG!!

Jason’s bear hugs? Weak sauce compared to Raphs. Do you even lift bro? Also, don't you like, kill people? Tf are you doing here? Also aren’t you DEAD?!

Dicks puns and jokes? Yeah no, Leo’s funnier, also he’s not a cop, so.

Tim tries to wow you with some techie nonsense? Donnie learned that when he was 7, it’s not that impressive. “Also your formula is all wrong, get your shit together man, aren’t you supposed to be smart?” It wasn’t wrong, but watching him panic for the next half hour was priceless.

You strictly call Cass by her last name because you already know Casey and Casey Jr. So yeah she’s been demoted to Cain. You'd have been nicer about it but then again she was complicit in your kidnapping soooo, no.

Bruce tries to scold you for being mean? Gee that's big talk coming from a guy who didn’t even know my birthday until about a week ago, you know who didn’t forget my birthday? My rat dad. Bitch.

Not to mention, you won't even talk to Alfred because you know he was the one who sold out where your apartment was. You're fucking pissed that he chose the rest of the family over you. Again.

Despite not particularly liking the color, you exclusively wear black arm and leg wraps to match with your brothers. Otherwise, it is nowhere to be found in any other article of clothing you own. Only the brightest of highlighter colors for you, thanks.

As for a mask, I'm thinking Winter Soldier vibes lol. You have a few of them at your disposal, with varying designs from both Mikey and yourself. Angelo will also doodle on your shield a lot, it’s basically his noncommittal doodle board. You have a full photo album dedicated to your favorites.

The Batfam also tries to gaslight you soooo much too, like, “if they really cared about you then where are they, it’s been weeks now and they haven’t even made an effort to look for you, doesn’t seem like they actually care all that much. But don't worry, we’ll always be here for you!”

“One, don’t you dare take that tone while talking about my family again, and two yeah my brothers are a little dumb but they're MY LITTLE brothers so they get to be. I know for a fact that once they realize I'm actually missing they will rip this place apart and I, for one, cannot wait to watch it happen”

The bats will totally think your bluffing, that is until a fucking sword slices through the literal fabric of reality and you fall backwards through a glowing blue portal before they can even sit down for dinner. They really have to reevaluate what they’re up against after that.

#yandere batfamily #yandere batfam #platonic yandere batfam #gender neutral reader #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfamily x reader #My ROTTMNTXYAN!Batfam Au #gosh that's a mouthful #asks #I missed answering asks lol

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sematarygirls · 2 days ago

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GONE GIRL. masterlist

if you know the whereabouts of this person, please call 911 or contact the kildare county sheriff's department at 252-290-6688

NAV ! Part Five. Part Six. Part Seven.

USB Evidence – Suspect Interviews

KILDARE COUNTY POLICE DEPARTMENT

EVIDENCE: USB-07-24-2023

DATE LOGGED: July 26, 2023

INTERVIEWS CONDUCTED BY: Sheriff Susan Peterkin, Deputy Victor Shoupe

FILE NAME: 003_SUSPECT_INTERVIEWS.PDF

INTERVIEW ONE. RAFE CAMERON

SHERIFF PETERKIN: This is Sheriff Susan Peterkin interviewing the first suspect in the L/N Case of 2023. It is currently 2:36 PM on Tuesday, July 26th. [A STERN VOICE SAYS INTO THE TAPE, SLIGHTLY MUFFLED AND STATICKY. A SLIGHT BANGING SOUND IS HEARD] State your name for the record. [HER VOICE IS SLIGHTLY DISTORTED, LESS CLEAR THAN IT WAS A FEW MOMENTS AGO.]

SUSPECT ONE: Rafe [A MALE REPLIES, VOICE A BARELY AUDIBLE MUMBLE. A BRIEF SILENCE FOLLOWS, BROKEN BY SOMEONE CLEARING THEIR THROAT] Raphael Cameron [A CLEARER REPLY COMES]

SHERIFF PETERKIN: What's your relationship to Y/N L/N? [THE WOMAN'S VOICE COMES AGAIN, STERN AND DEMANDING]

RAFE CAMERON: Uh- I don't know- she was my girlfriend, I guess [HE MUMBLES AGAIN, SEEMINGLY UNCOMFORTABLE WITH WHAT HE'S BEING ASKED]

SHERIFF PETERKIN: You guess? [A BEAT OF SILENCE FOLLOWS, ALLOWING THE BOY TIME TO CLARIFY, BUT HE DOESN'T] What can you remember about the day she went missing?

RAFE CAMERON: I didn't see her that day [THE REPLY IS QUICK]

SHERIFF PETERKIN: That's odd [HER TONE IS ACCUSING, A SCREECHING SOUND ECHOES AS HER VOICE GETS CLEARER] Witnesses claimed to see you with her that day.

RAFE CAMERON: Who? Those pogues? [HE SCOFFS, CLEARLY AGITTATED] They're all liars.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: Do you drive your father's truck?

RAFE CAMERON: Um... Sometimes, why?

[THE DOOR OPENS ABRUPTLY, A FAINT, UNKNOWN VOICE MUTTERING AN OBJECTION]: Sir, you can't go in-

???: This interview is over. I'm taking my son home. [A MAN'S VOICE SAID, LOUD ENOUGH FOR THE TAPE TO PICK UP CLEARLY]

SHERIFF PETERKIN: Mr. Cameron, your son is legally an adult, and he has agreed to be here. [SHE ANSWERED CALMLY]

WARD CAMERON: Rafe, tell them you're through with the interview [HIS VOICE WAS DEMANDING AND HARSH, DARING RAFE TO OPPOSE HIM]

RAFE CAMERON: But dad- [HE TRIED TO OBJECT WEAKLY]

WARD CAMERON: Now. [THE VOICE GRITTED OUT]

RAFE CAMERON: I'm done with the interview. [HE ANSWERED, COVERING HIS DEFEAT WITH BRAVADO]

[A SCREECHING SOUND ECHOED THROUGH THE ROOM AND FOOTSTEPS RECEDED. A SIGH WAS HEARD BEFORE A WOMAN'S VOICE SPOKE.]

SHERIFF PETERKIN: This is Sheriff Peterkin. Raphael Cameron has opted to exit the interview early. Note that suspect's account of events contradicts with that of witnesses'.

INTERVIEW TWO. EARL L/N

SHERIFF PETERKIN: This is Sheriff Susan Peterkin and Deputy Victor Shoupe interviewing the second suspect in the L/N Case of 2023. It is currently 4:48 PM on Tuesday, July 26th. [HER VOICE IS MONOTONED, CLEARLY RECITING A SCRIPT AND GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS]

SUSPECT TWO: Earl L/N [HIS VOICE IS GUTTURAL, RASPY, LIKE HE SMOKES ALOT]

SHERIFF PETERKIN: And yourrelationship to Miss L/N?

EARL L/N: I'm her father. [A LONG, AGITATED SIGH IS HEARD] Do we really have to do this?

DEPUTY SHOUPE: I understand your frustrations, Mr. L/N, but it's standard procedure. [A SECOND MALE VOICE CUTS IN, HIS TONE PROFFESIONAL]

[EARL MUMBLES SOMETHING UNINTELLIGIBLE UNDER HIS BREATH]

SHERIFF PETERKIN: We appreciate you coming in. We know this is a difficult time, but we need to go over some details to help with the investigation. When was the last time you saw your daughter?

EARL L/N: A couple days ago, I guess—the day they say she went missin'. I saw her in the morning before she left for her shift. [FABRIC RUSTLING]

DEPUTY SHOUPE: We have some reports that say you two argued that morning. Would you mind telling me what about? [HE ASKS POINTEDLY]

EARL L/N: [HIS VOICE RAISES ANGRILY] Are you insinuatin' that i did somethin' to my own daughter?

SHERIFF PETERKIN: [HER TONE STAYS CALM AND LEVEL] No one is insinuating anything, Mr. L/N. We just need to know all the details so we can find your daughter.

EARL L/N: Yeah, well, it was family stuff. I dont need no cops pokin' around my life, alright? Just find my girl. [HIS TONE IS LOW AND GRUFF AS HE SHUFFLES IN HIS SEAT]

SHERIFF PETERKIN: Mr. L/N, I understand this is hard for you, but we need to know what was said in that argument. It could help us understand where she was headed or what state of mind she was in. [SHE PUSHES HIM FIRMLY BUT POLITELY]

EARL L/N: [SCOFFS] State of mind? She was a teenager. You ever met one in a sane state of mind?

DEPUTY SHOUPE: Reports say it got heated. Neighbors heard yelling.

EARL L/N: [INCREASINGLY MORE DEFENSIVE] So what? I'm tellin' you I ain't had nothin' to do with her runnin' off or god knows what else happenin', and I mean it. What I say and how I discipline my own daughter is my business, not anyone else's.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: Look, Earl-

EARL L/N: I'm done sittin' here and talkin', alright? You should be out there trying to find my little girl, not treating me like a criminal. [THE SCRAPING OF METAL AGAINST CONCRETE CAN BE HEARD]

SHERIFF PETERKIN: This is Sheriff Peterkin. EARL L/N has also opted to exit the interview early. Note that suspect's was cagey and refused to answer questions regarding domestic dispute.

INTERVIEW THREE. JOHNATHAN ROUTLEDGE

SHERIFF PETERKIN: This is Sheriff Susan Peterkin interviewing the third suspect in the L/N Case of 2023. It is currently 6:12 PM on Tuesday, July 26th. [SHE RECITES] State your name for the record.

SUSPECT THREE: John B. Routledge [A TENTATIVE REPLY COMES]

SHERIFF PETERKIN: Your full name, son.

JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE: Right, sorry. [HE CLEARS HIS THROAT] Uh, Johnathan Booker Routledge.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: And what's your relationship to Miss L/N?

JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE: She's my friend, a really good friend. [HE ANSWERED SINCERELY] You don't think something bad happened to her, do you? [HIS TONE TAKES ON A CONCERNED EDGE]

SHERIFF PETERKIN: Let me ask the questions, John B. [HER VOICE IS FIRM BUT NOT UNKIND] When did you see her last?

JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE: I saw her the morning she disappeared. I dropped her off at work.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: And how did she seem? Was she acting abnormal?

JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE: Uh, no, not really. I mean, she was a little upset, said she got into a fight with her old man, but... [HE TRAILED OFF, SHIFTING NERVOUSLY]

SHERIFF PETERKIN: And did she mention what this fight was about?

JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE: No, she said she didn't want to talk about it, just said her dad was a... [PAUSES DECISIVELY] well, she was upset with him, to say the least.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: Okay, and you dropped her off at the Island Club, right? Did you see her anytime after that?

JOHNATHAN B. ROUTLEDGE: No, I was supposed to pick her up after her shift, but she didn't answer her phone, and when i stopped by the country club, her manager said she already left.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: And you didn't find that strange at all?

JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE: Well, I mean [PAUSES NERVOUSLY] I just- I dunno... I assumed Rafe picked her up, and she forgot to tell me. He did that a lot, yknow—picked her up from work. He didn't like her getting rides with me.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: And why's that? [HER TONE IS INQUISITIVE]

JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE: Everyone knows he hates Pogues. Besides, he was crazy jealous, hated when she was around anyone that wasn't him. It was seriously fu- [STUTTERS] I mean, messed up.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: Right, well, thank you for coming in. I'll reach out if I have anymore questions for you.

INTERVIEW FOUR. KIARA CARRERA

SHERIFF PETERKIN: This is Sheriff Susan Peterkin interviewing the fourth suspect in the L/N Case of 2023. It is currently 6:58 PM on Tuesday, July 26th. [SHE RECITES] State your name for the record.

SUSPECT FOUR: Kiara Carrera.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: And what is your relationship to Miss L/N?

KIARA CARRERA: She’s my best friend. [HER VOICE IS SHARP, DEFENSIVE] And she’s not just some case file, okay?

SHERIFF PETERKIN: I understand this is difficult, Kiara, but I need you to answer my questions. When did you last see her?

KIARA CARRERA: [EXHALES SHARPLY] The night before she disappeared. We were all at the chateau, just hanging out. She got a phone call and left early, said she was tired.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: Did she seem upset?

KIARA CARRERA: [HESITATES] I mean… yeah, but she wasn’t saying much. We tried to ask her what was up, but she just kept saying she had to go.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: Did she say who called her?

KIARA CARRERA: No. She just looked at her phone, went really quiet, and then got up like she was in a hurry.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: Did you see the caller ID?

KIARA CARRERA: [SHAKES HER HEAD] No, but I know it wasn’t her dad—she’d ignore those. This was different.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: Different how?

KIARA CARRERA: I don’t know—like, anxious. Nervous. She grabbed her stuff so fast she almost forgot her keys, and when I asked if she wanted me to walk her home, she just said no and left. I remember thinking it was weird, but… I figured she’d tell me later.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: But she never did.

KIARA CARRERA: [QUIETLY] No. [THERE'S A BEAT OF SILENCE] Look, if anything happened to her, Rafe did it. You know that, right?

SHERIFF PETERKIN: We’re considering all possibilities.

KIARA CARRERA: [LAUGHS COLDLY] Yeah? Well, do me a favor, Sheriff. Start with the obvious one. [METAL SCREECHES AGAINST CONCRETE AND AFTER A BEAT, A DOOR OPENS AND SLAMS]

INTERVIEW FIVE. JACKSON MAYBANK

SHERIFF PETERKIN: This is Sheriff Susan Peterkin interviewing the fifth suspect in the L/N Case of 2023. It is currently 7:22 PM on Tuesday, July 26th. [HER TONE IS TIRED] State your name for the record.

SUSPECT FIVE: JJ Maybank.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: Your full name.

JJ MAYBANK: [EXHALES SHARPLY] Jackson James Maybank.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: And your relationship to Miss L/N?

JJ MAYBANK: She’s my friend. One of my best friends. [HIS TONE IS FLAT, GUARDED]

SHERIFF PETERKIN: When did you last see her?

JJ MAYBANK: The night before she went missing. At the chateau. She left early. Got a weird phone call and bailed.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: Did she say who it was?

JJ MAYBANK: No. But we all know who it was.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: You’re implying Rafe Cameron?

JJ MAYBANK: [SCOFFS] I’m not implying anything. I’m saying it. It was him.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: And you know this for a fact?

JJ MAYBANK: I know he wouldn’t leave her the hell alone. I know she wanted to get away from him. And now she’s gone. You tell me, Sheriff. What does that sound like?

SHERIFF PETERKIN: We’re looking into all angles, JJ.

JJ MAYBANK: No, you’re looking at us—at the Pogues. Because it’s easier than going after a Kook with a daddy who can make things disappear.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: That’s not true—

JJ MAYBANK: Oh, isn’t it? [HE LEANS FORWARD] If she were a Kook, you’d have the whole damn force out there looking for her. You’d have news crews, search parties—hell, you’d probably have helicopters in the sky and neighboring counties helping out. But she’s not, is she? She’s just a Pogue. And that means you don’t give a shit.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: That’s enough.

JJ MAYBANK: [BITTER LAUGH] Yeah. It is enough. Because while you’re sitting here wasting time interrogating us, she’s still out there. And if you don’t start doing your damn job, Sheriff, she might not be out there for much longer. [HE PUSHES BACK HIS CHAIR, METAL SCREECHING LOUDLY AGAINST THE FLOOR. THE ROOM FALLS INTO TENSE SILENCE BEFORE THE RECORDER CLICKS OFF.]

INTERVIEW SIX. POPE HEYWARD

SHERIFF PETERKIN: This is Sheriff Susan Peterkin interviewing the sixth and final suspect in the L/N Case of 2023. It is currently 7:47 PM on Tuesday, July 26th. [SHE RECITES FOR WHAT FELT LIKE THE MILLIONTH TIME] State your name for the record.

SUSPECT SIX: Pope Heyward.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: And your relationship to Miss L/N?

POPE HEYWARD: She’s my friend. I've known her since we were kids

SHERIFF PETERKIN: When did you last see her?

POPE HEYWARD: The night before she disappeared. She was at the chateau with us. She left early.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: Did she say why?

POPE HEYWARD: She said she was tired, but she wasn’t acting like it. She was distracted, checking her phone a lot. Then she got a call, and after that, she left in a hurry.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: Did you see who called?

POPE HEYWARD: No, but… I have a pretty good guess.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: Rafe Cameron?

POPE HEYWARD: [LEANS BACK, SIGHS] Look, Sheriff, I know you have to ask all these questions, but I don’t understand why you’re looking at us. We all know who the real suspect is.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: We’re looking into all possibilities—

POPE HEYWARD: Are you? Because it feels like you’re looking in the wrong place. She was trying to get away from Rafe. And now she’s missing. That’s not a coincidence.

SHERIFF PETERKIN: Do you have any proof Rafe was involved?

POPE HEYWARD: Proof? [LAUGHS, FRUSTRATED] No, Sheriff, I don’t have proof. But I have logic. Rafe was obsessed with her. Controlling. He’d show up at her work, unannounced. Pick fights with people who so much as looked at her. And now she’s gone. What more do you need?

SHERIFF PETERKIN: We’re following every lead, Pope.

POPE HEYWARD: [QUIETLY, BUT POINTEDLY] Then follow the right one.

[A HEAVY SILENCE HANGS IN THE ROOM BEFORE THE RECORDER CLICKS OFF.]

notes .ᐟ long ass part for yall (not proofread bc i'm lazy)

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sturnslutz · 3 days ago

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the beginning of nothing.

including: the intro of murderhouse!matt and sardonic!reader, cursing, tension, use of y/n. reader's nickname is 'bug' and last name is 'harmon' to correlate last names in the show. 1.5k words.

you didn't want to move. you didn't want to move to this fuckass town in the middle of los angeles. this place didn't even pop up on your gps, it just looked like a forest.

but, what you did like was that it was a mansion. something by the name of "The Rosenheim Mansion" whatever the fuck that meant. your dad, ben, was the most excited for this move and called it a "step into a new world" or so he says to escape his past.

your room looked somewhat nice, actually. the stained windows and gothic furniture was right down your alley, and your own decorations made it even better.

your dad was a therapist. or more so, child behaviorist? he had told you he had a client coming in today and to stay in your room, because apparently this kid was "dangerous."

your dad knew that you honestly didn't care about his clients, but for some reason told you multiple times more than usual not to come down.

you ignored him and said what you knew he liked to hear. "yeah, of course, dad. i won't go downstairs. i'll have a nap though, so try to keep the kid down."

when you woke up 2 hours after their appointment had started, you honestly did think it ended, especially because it was quiet. you stepped downstairs, on your phone and blasting some music in your headphones.

you looked up while you were walking and paused your music as you heard voices. you took your headphone out of your ear, and glanced down to your dad's office, which for some reason was open.

you stepped one step lower to actually see properly, and what you saw was not what you expected. what, or actually who you saw, was the most beautiful man you have ever seen. he had the fluffiest brown hair that fell perfectly right above his eyes.

he must've felt you staring, and his eyes locked onto yours. it felt like almost no time has passed before he smirked to you, then looking away back to your father who was sitting in front of him.

your breath hitched in your throat. this was the reason your dad didn't give any details about him. because he knew you would fall for him.

you could hear their soft conversation while you continued walking to the kitchen, where your mom was. "oh, hey bug. sleep well?" her soft tone was always what you loved about her, and she always felt the need to check up on you. "yeah, thanks mom. hey, do you know what the kid's name is, that dad is talking to?"

she had brought you a drink from a cafe near by, handing it to you as you spoke, to which you're drinking from now, waiting for her answer. "i think, matthew is what his name is, i'm not quite sure. he's cute though. think that's why dad didn't want you seeing him." she teased to you.

you nodded, laughing a bit. "me too. how long has their meeting gone on for? they had just started when i fell asleep, and they're still going."

"honestly, i don't even know. he told me matt is a handful with a bunch of trauma or something. but apparently he's also a good conversator." she says as she quiets down a bit, hearing footsteps come out of the room.

your dad pops around the corner, first looking at your mom, and then you. "oh, hey. didn't know you woke up, bug. i gotta pick up the phone, and matt's staying a bit longer. just watch him so he doesn't leave my office." his voice lowers to only you 3 could hear when he talks about matt.

you smile a bit, nodding before he walks to the living room. you walk away from your mom, and make eye contact with matt again, who's just sitting in the room, phone in hand, but looking straight ahead- right where you were.

you smiled at him a bit, to which he returned it, and you gestured your head up the stairs, and began walking up to your room. you sat on the ground, leaving the door open a bit once you heard, quiet footsteps coming up the steps.

matt peaked his head around your door, smirking. "hey." he walks in, closing the door. "hi, you're matt right?" he sits down across from you as he nods. "yup. you're y/n, or bug as i heard, huh?" you chuckle a bit, nodding just like he did. "yeah. it's a nickname everyone calls me, and you can too." he smirks, nodding as he looks around your room, his eyes landing on a certain record player.

"holy shit, this is nice. can i go see?" he looks back at you, his eyes practically begging. "yeah, of course." he smiles, standing up and walking to the player. he examines it before looking back at you. "you like kurt cobain? he's like my favorite artist ever."

you stand up, walking right next to him as you look at the set of tracks you have next to the player. "of course i do, his music is legendary. i got shit on at my last school for liking him, but i didn't really care."

he looks down at you, his voice lowering a bit as he scoffs. "fuck them. they're assholes who don't know real music. me and my brothers are crazy fans of him. you know any unreleased by him?"

you look up at him, shrugging. "you askin' about nirvana or actual kurt cobain?" "both, but for sake of time, nirvana." "do you love me, and pay to play are my favorites." he nods, his smirk coming over his face again. "you got good ass taste. never seen that from a girl. i like you."

a blush comes over your cheeks as you laugh, closing your record player before walking over and sitting down in your previous spot, to which he follows. "yeah, you're pretty cool too, i guess." he shakes his head, laughing, his spot being much closer than before as his knees hit yours.

"your dad warned you about me, huh? told you not to talk to me, and here you are, bug." his voice lowered, teasing you. "i don't really listen to him much. he's kinda an asshole." "oh yeah? that's why he moved you to this big, scary mansion right?" he shot back, his tone almost being serious, but you know he isn't.

"he moved us because he got fired from his last job for hooking up with one of his clients. she was the same age as me." your tone now serious, as his jaw clenched a bit. "that's fucked up. i'm sorry about that."

"nah, it's all good. my mom still hasn't divorced him and i don't know when or if she ever will. she's still super upset about it. besides that, tell me about you."

his face changes a bit, something you haven't seen from talking to him yet. "there's not much about me. i'm a triplet to 2 dumbasses named chris and nick. i think you'll like them, and i live right next door. hence to why i'm here longer than most clients and another reason to your dad not wanting me to see you. speaking of him, i hear him coming upstairs right now."

your face dropped when he said that, him almost calling it as your dad opens your door roughly. he looks down to you and matt, sighing. "matthew, i'm not comfortable with you seeing my daughter and being in my house like this. you both disobeyed my one ask. i'm sorry matt, but you need to leave."

you open your mouth to say something back to him, but matt quickly cuts you off. "it's all good, bug. i'll leave. sorry mr. harmon. i'll see you later." matt whispers quickly the last sentence to you, before standing up and sliding past your dad out of your room.

once he left, your dad closes the bedroom door before you stand up. "what the hell dad?" you snap. "like i said, you disobeyed my one rule. i knew you two would get along, but i'm telling you, bug. this kid is not someone you want to be around. i know his family, and they're not okay. i only took his offer to be seen because they're rich, and i wanted to see if i could fix at least one of them."

"don't talk about them like that, you don't know them," he quickly cuts you off. "and you do? you've talked to him for what, 10 minutes? and you're acting like you've known him for your whole life. i've known the sturniolos' for god knows how long. you cannot be around those triplets, or their parents. you understand me?"

his tone is something you haven't heard from in a while, and for a second your wall to him diminishes. "yeah. got it." you quietly say before you walk over to your record player once again, making sure everything is still intact, or to distract yourself from the awkward environment you both are in.

he leaves without a word, slamming your door in the process. you sigh as you look to the door, rolling your eyes.

they couldn't be that bad. right?

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siri-ike · 10 hours ago

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Gut feeling: Bad Ending

Bruce stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He could have sworn he didn't need a stepstool before. He ran his hands over his naked scalp, his fingers along the two, long, surgical scars. Starting just behind each ear and curving all the way up to his temples. The stitches were coarse and sharp, but it didn't hurt.

A soft tumbling sound caught his attention. Frostbite fell into the bathtub. "You're brand new. You don't need a bath." He giggled, scooping his friend up and pretending to towel him off.

His ears perked up at the sound of the door to his room opening and footsteps entering the room. "Come on, dad promised to bring snacks."

His room was so boring and white, and not getting to leave it is a stupid rule. Just 'cause he could "get sick and die" or "horribly injure himself" due to his "impaired motor skills" and "partially exposed cranium." Bunch'a babies.

"You're not my dad." He accused.

"And you're not supposed to be out of bed." An old woman entered his room. "My name is Doctor Leslie Tompkins. Would you mind answering a few questions for me?"

The name sounded familiar, but he'd much rather his dad say if she's safe or not. "What kind of questions?" He tightened his grip on Frostbite.

"I would also like to run a few tests." She said as she pulled cards out of her bag. "I'll grade you if you like."

Ha! He's not gonna fall for that.

She gave him a look, "First I want you to write your name-"

"I know how to write my own name!" He defended. One day, he won't fall for that. Annoyed, he climbed into the bed and pulled out the tray table. Without an ounce of effort, he wrote his signature on one of the blank cards.

Danny F.

...

Danny F?

Who the hell is Danny?

He turned the card around and tried again.

Danny F.

Both look exactly the same. Like it was a practiced signature. But he'd never seen it before.

His name isn't Danny, it's... it's uh, drrr? Brrr. Baron? Boris? Bruce! His name's Bruce! Ofcorse it is.

He pulled another index card from the stack. This time slowly writing out the name Bruce Wayne. But, it's wrong. That's not his signature. It's sloppy and looks like any other word. The other one had personality. This one just looks like any other word. He tried a few more times until Leslie interrupted with a different test.

Drawing a clock, arranging pictures into a story, and pointing out objects in a picture was easy. But then she asked questions about his past. Names of places and people. He's lived in Gotham his whole life. There's no Casper high here! There's no Sam and Tucker! And there certainly isn't a portal to hell in his basement!

He's thinking clearer than ever, so why is he still full of shit?!

Dan- Bruce kicked at the table, and it swung back to the wall.

"I trust you'll want to handle this." Leslie exited the room and Nightwing entered.

His eyes lit up, "dad -" the exitement drained away, and he slumped back down with realization. "Are... you?"

Nightwing took a deep breath. "No... I'm sorry."

Who was this guy? Just some imposter who somehow looked exactly like his dad? Or was it the same person? Has he just been pretending the whole time? No, no, that can't be. This has to be some trick. Of course, his dad's real! He's just pretending! Bruce glanced over to his signatures all over the floor. He's just pretending.

"But," Nightwing drew his attention. "I could be. If you want me to." He put his hand on his back. "But I might not be your best option." He joked, unsuccessfully.

"What's, what's your name?" He no longer spoke in Bruce's cadence.

Nightwing sat down on the bed next to "??" the boy. "My name is Dick." He whispered, careful not to let the doctor on the other side of the glass hear. Leslie and Duke (Currently dressed as "vague medical staff") were watching, but so was some random resident. "But in this outfit, I'm Nightwing." Normal volume this time

Without missing a beat. "Is that like, your Glam Rock alter ego?" That had to be Danny because it couldn't be Bruce.

Dick couldn't help but giggle. Not even laugh, giggle, like a child. "It's something like that."

He looked so satisfied with the reaction he'd garnered. "Why'd you let me think you were my dad?"

"You had enough to deal with. We considered plenty of potential outcomes, and in most of them, we found that letting you believe what you wanted was for the best." Nightwing slid his hand from the child's (he looked like he could be around 10 now) back down his arm and held his hand. He looked to the floor, covered in index cards, and gestured to the other to do the same.

"Bruce" hesitated to acknowledge the papers.

"It's ok. You can ask when you're ready." It's the right thing to say. Dick knows it. He checked. He prepared. But making the best choices in a bad situation doesn't guarantee a good outcome. And those sad little eyes looked so much like all his brothers when they were little. So small. In need. "But we'll need to call you something." He tried. "Maybe you could pick a, "Glam Rock" name, too."

He smiled brightly at the prompt. The game. Getting to pretend. He could be like his dad. It should be something similar. Little wing? Night- uh- feather?. He proudly announced, "Phantom." No, that's not-

"Ooh, spooky." Praised Nightwing.

Yeah, it's perfect.

#dp x dc au #danny phantom #fanfic #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #dc x dp #hes having... a time #that time when your whole world is crumbling around you #i wrote some of this in between reps at the gym #is there a “good parenting” tag? because there's a lot of it in the clone danny Saga

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astars-things · 2 days ago

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Positive Pt 2

*photos are from Pinterest I do not own them

please do not copy and or upload my work as your own

802 words

(Pairing- Jack Hughes x Sister!Reader, Quinn Hughes x Sister!Reader, Luke Hughes x Sister!Reader)

a month had gone by since those two pink lines changed my life. A month of morning sickness, exhaustion, and trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was going to be a mom.

At seventeen.

my mom and I decided it was best for me to finish the year doing online school, it was for the best, trying to keep everything on the down low because I knew if people found out I would be named the school slut or that I was attention seeking. So to keep me and my baby safe this was the best decision.

telling my mom, dad and brothers that I was pregnant but telling my "boyfriend" I'm carrying his child is the most scariest one

I stood in front of my mirror for hours rehearsing what to say, trying to find the right words to make him understand. But when I finally sat across from him, my hands shaking under the café table, all my carefully planned words vanished.

"I'm pregnant."

His reaction was immediate—his eyes widened, his jaw tightened, and then...nothing. Just a heavy sigh and a shake of his head.

"I can't do this, Y/N," he said, his voice flat. "I don't want to be a dad."

The air left my lungs. I stared at him, waiting for something—regret, second thoughts, anything—but all I saw was indifference. Like I was a problem he wanted to erase.

I left without another word, blinking back tears.

back home

I sat down on my bedroom floor holding pictures of us, wondering where was the guy I fell in love with, why did he change. soon my phone vibrating next to me took me out of my overthinking, It was Quinn, he made it his mission to Facetime me at least once a day

"hey did you watch the game last night, and did you see the goal I made for you and little Bean- hey hey why are you crying munchkin" Quinn cooed soon noticing my tears "he doesn't want to be a dad" I sobbed, Quinn's face dropped "that fucking dick. you don't need him munchkin. You have us. Me, Mom, Dad, Luke—hell, even Jack, whether he wants to admit it or not. We're here for you. And for the baby."

The baby.

Hearing him say it like that like this tiny life inside me mattered like I mattered, made my throat tighten.

"Thanks, Q," I whispered.

soon he hung up the phone as soon as he knew I was going to be okay, but my mind was still clouded with the looming thoughts of what if Jack doesn't want me as his sister anymore and just so many of the what ifs

No matter how hard I tried to push those thoughts away, my brain kept replaying his reaction over and over again he was furious, convinced I had ruined not just my life, but his, too. He had gotten so disappointed in me that he stopped talking to me. Ignored my texts. And then, the final blow—I noticed he had unfollowed me on Instagram and Twitter.

And so did everyone else.

As soon as I opened up TikTok or Twitter I just saw all the notifications of fans and drama pages adding in their comments why did Jack Hughes unfollow his sister? What happened between Y/N and Jack? Family drama??

I stared at my screen, my heart sinking. It was one thing to know my brother was mad at me. It was another to see it so blatantly, so publicly. I turned my phone off soon making my way downstairs to get some chocolate, trying to keep my tears at bay, trying to not let my parents see how much this is affecting me.

Once I entered the kitchen I saw my dad standing there, we didn't make any eye contact or even speak until I sat down at the kitchen bench "I saw what Jack did," he finally said.

I swallowed hard. "Guess that makes two of you disappointed in me."

Dad exhaled through his nose. "I am disappointed, Y/N. Not in you, but in the situation. You have no idea how hard this is for me to accept."

I bit my lip, trying to hold back my emotions.

"But that doesn't mean I'm not here," he continued. "Because I am. No matter how messy this gets."

I looked up at him, tears brimming in my eyes.

"You mean that?"

He nodded. "Of course I do." I hesitated for only a second before wrapping my arms around him. It was the first hug I had given him in a month.

And it felt nice.

For the first time in a long time, I didn't feel like I was drowning.

Maybe Jack still hated me. Maybe my ex wanted nothing to do with this baby. Maybe my future was terrifying and uncertain.

But I wasn't alone.

And maybe, just maybe, I was going to be okay.

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wynndigogh · 2 days ago

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A TMNT tale:

The Perfect Trap

Part 2: Drunk Nation Antics

Warning: No Minors, 18+ ONLY

This is just a little story that has been floating around in my head for years. I figured I'd start to write a bit of it down and see how far I get it out.

Due to my schedule, I'm going to have to post it in very small bite-sized pieces.

If you like TMNT based romance/adventure, you might enjoy it,who knows.

Read Part 1 here.

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After thirty minutes, a heart attack (or two) from peeking out between your fingers as Leo rushed with you in his arms over rooftops, a tumbling stomach, and a deep kiss and salacious squeeze to your hind quarters in private, you two begin to enter April's apartment from the fire escape.

Even from the metal platform you can tell that the music is blaring and the smell of alcohol and food is in the air.

"LEO!", the leader's name is slurred above the din of the party.

Leonardo gives a polite head nod to the approaching and very inebriated Casey Jones, who is swaying on his feet, before offering his green hand through the window to assist you inside.

"Oh, my bad! Leo and lady", Jones offers ups as you stumble through the opening in your tight dresswear.

Casey seems to be the loud, friendly type of drunk. He doesn't register the volume of his voice and very comfortably throws one arm at Leo's shoulder (Casey isn't exactly tall enough to do a full shoulder hug on Leonardo), "Dude where have you been? We've been drinking forever without you".

The other faces of his brothers, April, that weirdo Vern, a handful of very trusted members of the police force, and Master Splinter have turned their attentions in your direction.

Under his father's stare, Leonardo's head dips a little, and he nervously rubs his thumb under his brow, "Sorry we're late. We huh...".

It's a small detail. Actually, a tell, that one little gesture.

One so small you missed it many-a-time prior to knowing him so intimately, but that little gesture has you scrambling...

"It was my fault! Sorry! Sorry. I was running late, didn't get off work until a short while ago. Poor Leo was impatiently waiting on me to get home, I didn't even take time to change", you offer up apologetically to the group.

As all the eyes of the room take you in, you feel you want to squirm away and hide. Lying isn't your thing, but it isn't Leo's either, and better you than him because, frankly, he's terrible at it.

"That's alright", Casey slurs out, "you look nice anyway".

In his impaired state, Casey's body and mind are forgetting social boundaries; as he's talking, his hand reaches for your skirted hip but is quickly smacked away by Leonardo.

It takes everything in you not to laugh out loud. Instead, you inwardly chuckle and give Leo an 'I told you so' look before moving to join April and Master Splinter in the sofa area.

Flexing his rebuffed hand, Jones staggers back into the commotion of the party, "C'mon Leo, you've got some catching up to do".

Before joining Casey, his brothers, and the other guys around the kitchenette, where it seems various forms of games are taking place, Leonardo greets April and then his dad.

The old rat is sitting calming among the ruckus smiling contently.

"Sensei," Leo leans over the arm of the sofa, "my apologies for my delay. Have you been here long?"

His father smiles warmly, "Not terribly long. Long enough for Mr. Jones to teach me a rather interesting game called Beer Pong. He says I am a natural"

April laughed heartily, "Leo, Casey was stone-cold sober before he played Beer Pong with your dad. They played three games, and Master Splinter still had all his cups at the end of each round. "

Leonardo joins April with his own warm chuckle at Casey's misfortune before addressing you, "Need anything before I finish what dad started with Casey?"

You give a shake of your head and notice the rat master's observant eyes warmly regarding you. Shifting in your seat, you can feel the lie from earlier heating you up from the inside.

"April, Dad, would you like anything?", the blue banded leader asks out of courtesy.

April lifts her beer bottle, still mostly full, "I'm just sipping on this, I think it's going to be a long night of nursing Jones after everyone leaves."

The turtles' Sensei spins his view to address his son, "I am not in need of refreshments. Thank you, Leonardo."

Leonardo turns to walk away.

"However, now that you have arrived," his father's voice continues, " I would ask that you might practice some restraint. The more it's practiced, the less distracted one becomes."

Leonardo stops abruptly and licks his lips before turning and bowing respectfully at his teacher's instruction, "Of course, Sensei, I will do so."

He lifts from his bow, his cerulean eyes pinning you with a cautious stare. His mouth seals in a thin line before he turns stiffly and walks to join the games.

Your heart is pounding in your ears. Oh shit. Does his dad know his son's relationship has become intimate? Heck, does he know you lied to the room about the delay?

Ugh, this secret keeping is stressing you out. But, it's not like you came into this relationship blind.

You caught on early enough that Leonardo was extremely private, cautious, even secretive.

The first sign of his discreet leanings was his slow acceptance of you. An unknowing smile seeps into your face recalling that night.

Sure, his brother did the right thing by saving you from the street gang; however, according to Leonardo they weren’t supposed to stand around chatting with you afterwards.

“What are you guys doing?!”, the astonishment was palpable coming from the imposing and authoritative form in the shadows.

“She was cornered, Leo. Were we supposed-ta look da other way?”, a rough Brooklyn accent countered back.

“That doesn’t mean you stick around, Raph”

The slender one, who was still holding your shaking wrist while watching a digital screen, adds calmly, “I think she’s in shock, give me a minute to check on her.”

*click-flash*

“Mikey! We don’t take selfies with the people we rescue!”, the dark form barks.

“Sorry, Bruh”, the shortest offers the shadow-man nonchalantly, while offering you a beaming smile and a wink.

The grumbling New York accent guy stalks further away, kicked trash can be heard in his wake.

A resigned sigh seeps out of the darkness. The angered voice is replaced by a smooth flow from the shadows, “How is she, Donnie?”,

The hazel eyes behind the tortoise shell glasses flick to your face, “She’s still pale, but seems to be settling down.”

*click-flash*

“Oh, for the love of pizza,” a frustrated growl of agitation from the shadow-man, “Mikey, we don’t take selfies with the people we beat up either!”

The jovial voice is slightly further away, “Sorry, Bruh.”

And that is how it started, with Donatello hovering over you like a mother hen, Raphael stalking and growling at the unfortunate gangsters who happened to wake up from the beat down, Mikey…well…being Mikey, and Leonardo keeping a safe distance from the shadows.

Time passed and the younger three used your treacherous neighborhood to stop by your apartment frequently to check on you, however, the shadow-turtle remained elusive.

You got the distinct feeling you were not welcomed into the fold of his trust.

It took many months of knowing his brothers, then the addition of other introductions to April, Casey, and Vern, orchestrated by the younger turtles, for you to be invited into their inner circle and then their living quarters.

Even then, your first few trips to the lair were short and usually missing one prominent individual. You started to secretly wonder if something was physically wrong with him to keep him so bashful and elusive.

But you couldn't have been more wrong.

You will never forget the first time you saw him openly and without a shadow to hide in. Time seemed to stop as you stared at his beautiful lines, the curve of his bald head, the slope of his handsome snout, and those damn soul-piercing blue eyes. He was artistic perfection in living, breathing form.

You aren't sure exactly how long you were staring or how you looked while doing so, but your ogling was interrupted by Donatello asking if you were okay.

Oh, the embarrassment! You are sure you were at least two shades darker red than Raph's mask.

Suffice to say, your crush on Leonardo was immediate, which made getting to know the secretive bastard all the more daunting.

Your secret attraction to him languished among moments of common interactions and group activities. In fact, it was nearly a year before he allowed even a hint of his reciprocated feelings.

It was an awkward dance of two private souls desiring to be close without admitting it in word or in action. What a hard fault battle it was to win over...

"Y/N"

"Hell-ooo, earth to Y/N"

A green three fingered hand is waving right before your eyes as you focus back to the party. Mikey's bright smile greets you as you surface from your revery.

"Thirsty?", he shoves an open bottle of lager at your face and the smell of the golden liquid inside assaults your senses.

Your stomach turns.

"Ew, no Mike, no thanks. Your brother did one too many somersaults on the way here, my stomach is still protesting".

The round jubilant face of Mikey drops for a moment and you feel bad for declining his offer, "Mikey, are there an sodas? Maybe a lemon-lime flavor?".

Mikey's eyes brighten and his flirtatious flare jumps to the forefront, "Ohhhh, desiring some citrus are ya, well I can help with that!". You giggle at his bouncing brows and the wink he throws at you before he bounces off to the kitchen to retrieve whatever citrus concoction he can find.

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To be continued...

PART 3

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auraisereigh · 2 days ago

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"Sweets"

chapter thirtheen part II

Brennan Sorrengail x Riorson reader Blurb: part II to Star's birthday. Her and Brennan share a moment. wc: 6k ☆ SPOILERS FOR THE EMPYREAN SERIES. not much, mentions of a scar. Uses pronouns: she/her. i use Star as a nickname as y/n sounds weird, and i'm awful with names.

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My heart starts beating faster, his auburn hair is falling over his temple, it's still slightly damp. He must have showered not that long ago.

"How did you find me?" I ask confused. My voice is not bitter anymore towards him, it's much softer now, pure curiosity laced in it.

He smiles and walks closer, a small box in his hands. He shrugs. " I followed the scent of flowers, sweets and a hint of anger." He responds sarcastic. His head dips down when one of his hair strands goes to his eye. I chuckle at it. "Looks like you have a problem there." I motion to the strand of hair.

He gives me a sarcastic look and I feel my heart warm a little. "What are you working on? He asks motioning to the blades I put aside. "Swords." I State.

He looks at me impressed. "You know how to make those?" His tone holds a hint appreciation and admiration. I give him a small nod as I breathe out some hot air. This room is so hot and I've been cooked up in here so long that it feels like I'm overheating though I would've never noticed that if I hadn't stopped working.

"Let's step out for a moment, you look like you're gonna burst in flames." He laughs a little and I can't help but laugh with him. I can't explain it but ever since our moment barely a week ago I feel myself opening up to him, even if it's just appreciating him, not necessarily opening my whole life up to him.

I put my stuff down and take off the coat. There are bits and pieces of hair falling from my braid in my face.

His hand rests on my lower back as he guides me out of the damp, hot room. I wipe the sweat from my forehead with my hand and then I'm welcomed by the cooling air. I let out a small gasp at the sudden cold air.

"Let's go up to the roof." I State as I grab a hold of his arm and bring him with me all the way up the five floors and to the rooftop.

I remember all the nights xaden used to wait up here, sitting on the ledge, for dad. I close the rooftop door behind Brennan.

I sit on the ledge and Brennan sits close behind me. It's quiet as we both look out over the city. This is the best place to get a good view of how beautiful this place is, even if pieces are still burnt down.

I suddenly feel a finger against my flaming hot skin and I shiver. I quickly shove myself from the ledge, the feeling causing a nauseous feeling in my stomach. "Sorry." He quickly apologizes and he holds his hands up in surrender.

"No, no. It's nothing." I assure him. "No one has touched it." I explain. His eyes soften and he lowers his hands. "How did you get the scar?" He asks softly. He reaches out and takes my wrist in his hand, pulling me closer.

"An accident. The scar runs over my whole spine. Happend around a year ago and no one has actually touched it since it completely healed." I explain. It's not the whole story, it's not really an accident either but opening up completely now would only make things worse.

He seems to get the hint as he drops my wrist and takes the small box from the ground where he placed it. He hands it to me. Confusion takes me over. "What's this?" He rubs the back of his neck. "I heard from Felix that it's your birthday today and I wanted to get something for you. I hope you like it." I can see a hint of a blush on his cheeks. A small rosy color and it makes him look adorable. I can't help but smile, my heart fluttering at the sight.

I grab the box from him and sit down. He sits down before me, the blush still there. I open it to reveal a smaller box and a book. I take the book out first. It's a small poetry book, the cover has an illustration of a jellyfish. A small smile appears on my face and I open the book, going through the pages and reading some of the poems. My smile widens. "Thank you." I say genuine. Emotion threatens to overwhelm me as tears prick in my eyes.

He smiles at me and motions to the other box. I take it out and open it to reveal a small chocolate cupcake, decorated with chocolate cream. "I was gonna put a candle on it but then I realized that I didn't know how old you are." He says sheepish, the Rosy cheeks still present.

"Nineteen. I turned nineteen today." I tell him Softly. "How old are you?" "I'm twenty four. My birthday already passed this year." I nod.

I take the cupcake out of the box. I stand up and reach for one of the wooden floor planks. This fortress was protected in many ways, including hidden weapons. I rip open the floorboard and take a dagger out. Once in my possession, I walk back to where Brennan is.

I position the dagger over the middle of the cupcake and cut through it. Once cut in half, I slowly pry them apart and give a half to Brennan. He smiles at me, his eyes Sparkling.

I take my half of the cupcake and sit back on the ledge. I pat next to me and he doesn't hesitate to move next to me, his half of the cupcake in his hand.

"To a very happy birthday for you." He says lifting his cupcake in the air. I chuckle and lift my cupcake too. "To hopefully a better year." I add to it and he nods his head in agreement.

He watches as I take a bit from the cupcake and he chuckles when he sees that a bit of the cream reached the tip of my nose. He quickly gets it off with his finger, so fast that I blink when his finger you he's the tip of my nose.

He laughs as he licks the cream from his finger before starting on his own half of the cupcake.

"So what does the future duchess wish for her birthday?" He jokes as he finishes the cupcake. I take the last bite of mine before leaning back on my hands. "How about a dragon?" I joke back. "Giant, and red. With large lethal teeth. Every girls dream." I continue and he laughs along. "I can show you an orange one, but I have to warn you, he is a bit unpredictable." He offers with a small chuckle and just as he does so an orange dragon flies by, a safe distance from us.

The last time I saw him we spent two weeks in a cave together, working every night together to make a fire to keep us warm, well, Brennan. The dragon probably didn't give a damn about me.

"Yeah, unpredictable." I respond absentmindedly, remembering the first time the dragon lit the fire. I thought he would burn me too. He turns his to look at me with a soft smile on his face. "Are you okay?" His words are spoken so soft, so careful.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just remembering. Naolin's dragon, Tairn was the first dragon I ever saw up close. He was lethally beautiful. The scales looked like they were glowing in the sunlight. Despite that he could kill me with the snap of his teeth, somehow it makes these creatures even more astonishing." My voice whispers as I watch as the orange dragon fly in the distance, free, to go wherever he would want to go.

"Naolin used to tell me you loved dragons. And that you didn't show fear when you saw his for the first time." It's true. I wasn't scared when I saw Tairn. All I saw was an astonishing creature. He speaks up before I can confirm it's true. "One day, when you trust me, I'll show you Marbh. Maybe you'll like him too." He offers hesitantly. Like he wants me to but is not sure if I want it.

Thing is, I do trust him. Even if just a little.

"I do trust you." I speak up. I look at him and his face looks like a mixture of sadness and surprise. "Not completely, it's too soon for that but a part of me trusts you. Believes you." I add looking him in the eye to show him I'm being sincere.

His smile widens a little at my words and I can see his eyes tearing up. I shuffle closer to him so we're touching and rest my chin on his shoulder as I look up to him. "And you know, usually my birthdays were quite big, but I really enjoyed this one. I wasn't planning on doing anything but this," I motion to the two of us. "Was nice." I finish as we both look out over Aretia. The town is slowly rebuilding but you can tell the difference.

My eyes look up to see the orange dragon flying in the cloudless sky.

I lean deeper against him and his arm wraps around me as we watch over Aretia.

And finally, it feels right to be with him.

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#brennan x star #brennan sorrengail x reader #xaden riorson x reader #the empyrean #fourth wing #iron flame #onyx storm #mira sorrengail #violet sorrengail #brennan sorrengail #fen riorson #garrick tavis x reader #bodhi durran #liam mairi #bodhi durran x reader #emprean story

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cherryvampiro · 3 days ago

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i feel annoying asking but im curious to know more about your cotc future au, especially characters you havent talked about much

You're not annoying!! It makes me so happy to hear y'all be curious of one my many aus for series I love ❤️🫂🩷 I do apologized for the lack of cotc content (I'm still so focus on Goof verse/the comic)

Here's both an idea and old scribble I had made for Jason! (19) :

I imagine him leaving for collage out town as soon as he's able to. Making the big step to cut off his Father & Step Mother from his life. Like to think with his new found freedom he'd be more open to try new things he was never allowed to do. A big help in his new world experience/happiness/love would be his collage gf who I name Yomo (Yoru-mo). I don't have a set Adult/Next Gen design for him yet but he would for sure move back to Herkleton after his first kid is born.

Then here some more old scribbled from last summer. JP & Omar are still a work in progress on how I want them to look as dads & I did redesign Sonya to be smaller since since she's supposed to be 3 (Also gave her a new set of clothes so she can be her own person instead of a copy of one parent 💛)

For Maney I hc as a cancer survivor & is in the process of regrowing her hair. This hc isn't made with the intention of random angst but more so in the thought of these kind of life changing experiences just happen to some families. 🌻

Thank your being curious about these funny future creek kid ideas!! I promise to get back to them 🌈🌷🫶🏽🫂🌻

#cherryvamp answers #Older!Cotc Au #craig of the creek #cherryvamp doodles

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radiant-fanon-maker · 2 years ago

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Can I request tickles for Doll, Yeva and Doll's dad (GLITCH give this dude a name!)? I feel like these three are getting a bit slept upon.

It could be some family fun, cheering up or whatever you wanna do dear.

Of course you don't need to do it if you don't want to or don't have the time for it. I completly understand.

Yeah, they needed more art!

#rfm post #rfm art #ask rfm #just a bunch of tickling #murder drones tickles #Lee!MD Doll #Ler!MD Yeva #Ler!MD Adan #I liked this name for the dad but I'm open for names for him #Doll's dad

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aprofessionalwithoutstandards · 2 years ago

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heavy is like a big brother to scout in the sense that heavy sometimes helps scout w his problems and shit but they also beat the shit out of eachother every 5 minutes. hope this helps

Scout is not "the team kid" but he most certainly is "the team youngest brother" in that he's probably the most insufferable person any of them have ever met and they continue to spend time with him by choice. Scout canonically has only older siblings and Heavy only younger siblings and this is something they can immediately detect within each other

#like it's not a 'paternal' kind of helping him with stuff that's tired #it's like 'you're two years older so please make sure your brother doesn't kill himself with his homemade skateboard ramp'#he's GOT a dad and his name is tom jones. what he needs is eight more older brother-type friends in addition to the seven he's already got #'brothers' is a less rigid and like. weirdly nuclear-family-y type of relationship n i'm more open to it lol i think it's fun #ask #yaikat #tf2 #scout #heavy

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evaiskindaweird · 2 months ago

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What if Tim had an ex who he went to college with for dance

#wordgirl #tim botsford #I'm giving him an ex because I have been gatekeeping this oc out of pure boredom #Unless I posted him already I 4got #His ex's name is Jimmy or “Jim”#Jim's dad was a really famous disco dancer and he put a lot of pressure on his son to follow in his footsteps #At first Tim and Jim (get it? Cuz rhyming....nvm) did not get along #But then like Jimmy boy opened up and they dated for a while b4 Jimbo's dad got to him and he eventually dropped Tim. Very bad breakup.#Then Tim met the REAL love of his life the beauty of the land Sally and they got married and had a family teehee #Jimmy is famous but at what cost 😱😱😱#I also gatekeep Jimmy cuz I didn't know if tumblr would like him due to ex status #Then again there's Windy McCloud whom I made Sally's ex so uh Tim and Sally try not to have toxic exes then find true love in each other ch #-allenge #😋

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ishikawayukis · 2 years ago

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was talking to my mom about how the adoption process worked when they adopted my brother and man some people truly are just scum

#all of their process was basically public? since there wasn't a private institution back then (not sure how it is now)#so it was basically women who were 100% sure they were going to give their baby away no matter what #and then when the day came they were like noo i'm keeping the baby (which should be good right?)#and then they would do a follow up and turns out there was no baby because they were basically sold illegally #obviously to people that were not from chile #because what um hospitals? no it's not hospitals but adjacent i guess #what they would do is that they would have a program basically were pregnant women would be like hey this kid once they're born?#i'm gonna abandon them basically. so they hospital would get in contact with the social service #the social service would contact people that wanted to be parents. the they would come and there was no baby because they were sold #obviously didn't happen to my parents but what did happen was the social service lady asking them #if they wanted to see the kid first in case they ''didn't like him''#and my dad being my dad got furious because what the hell that's my kid no matter what #and the sad reality was that a lot of adoptive parents would like to look at the kid first to see if they liked them as if they were what #a fucking couch #anyways. everyday i'm more thankful for how open my mom is about this whole thing and how it was #she still has the name and all the info of my brother's biological mother in case he wants to contact her again #(which hasn't happened since he had his very big and bad bipolar crisis)#but yeah idk i admire my mom a lot she's always trying to do what's best for everyone even if sometimes it comes out a little harsh #b.txt

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hoshigray · 1 year ago

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𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 | toji fushiguro

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Your ex-husband bringing the kids over for trick-or-treating is one thing; him wanting to spend the night at your place is another. But it's just for the night. There's no way one night can rekindle some old feelings...right?

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ex-husband! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader is around their mid-30s - Tsumiki (age 11) and Megumi (age 9) - mutual pining - kissing/makeout sessions - unprotected sex - Daddy kink - breast sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - spooning + mating press - cervix fucking - breeding kink - praise - clitoral play (pressing and grinding) - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie, sweet thing) - you and Toji have been divorced for five years - cameos: Gojo, Utahime and Mei Mei - mention of drool/spit and tears - humor bc I'm [not] funny.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.6k (....dawg.)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: happy Halloween, everyone!! so, randomly missed writing ex-husband! toji bc it's lowkey my favorite, soooo yeah, this is what we're doing to celebrate the end of the month! anywho, happy October, beautiful ppl, and tysm for reading my works!! Alsooo, ty for 2.8k!!!

“Trick-or-treat!!”

“Gasp—Oh my goodness!”

“We came to celebrate Halloween! Also, Megumi forgot his toothbrush here again.”

Opening your door to children at the sunset of Halloween day isn’t out of the ordinary or anything special. However, it’s always a pleasant surprise when it’s two kids you hold dear to your heart. You greet them with a hug, two siblings you know too well to say you’re acquainted with. If anything, you’re practically family.

The raven-haired brother, referred to as Megumi, speaks up. “It’s not my fault! Dad was rushing me last time.”

“Because you had to bring your stuffed animals last time, holding us back for your baseball practice.” Tsumiki, the older sister, snapped back. The two argue amongst themselves in front of you as you try to mediate. It’s no avail until another voice comes to the fray.

“All right, chill out, you two.” The voice belonged to the person approaching the porch stairs, your eyesight capturing the familiar figure walking up with two duffle bags. The one standing tall before you was the father of the children, Toji Fushiguro. Who’s also known as your one and only former husband. “Get inside and finish y’r homework, or else we’re goin’ back home.”

The siblings stop bickering and head inside, taking off their shoes at the foyer and walking upstairs. Now that they’re gone, you turn to the man with the jet-black hair, his viridian orbs focused on you. The weather was chilly, so the man wore his usual dark denim jacket over his plain black sweatshirt, matching his jeans. “You look good, big guy. What’s in the bags?”

He greets you with a curled lip, and the scar on the side of his lip lifts. “Picked them up from their after-school sports, so it’s their sports gear and costumes for tonight. Mind helpin’ me here?”

“Hmmm,” you merge your facial expressions to that of faux pondering, turning your back to Toji. “Nah, can’t. Got dinner to finish making.”

“Hmph, should’ve known.” He makes his way through between you and the front door. “Wouldn’t wanna break your pretty nails carrying heavy shit, huh, princess?”

You glare at him using the nickname, hating his patronizing gaze. “From what I remembered, you would never let me carry the heavy stuff because you thought I was too fragile and easy to break. So how about that, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor?”

“Really? I don’t remember sayin’ all that before. You must’ve put me in a spell.”

“Probably, I’ve been told I’m quite cute~.”

“Mmm, nah, more like an old hag of a witch.” Toji barks a laugh at your offended reaction, and he immediately ducks and heads for the stairs when you throw a sandal at him.

“At the very least, say I’m a cute witch, fucker.” You say the final word under your breath, grabbing the sandal you threw and heading back to the kitchen.

To say you and Toji were acquainted with one another would be the biggest understatement of the century. The two of you met a decade ago, fell madly in love, and married within a year of the relationship. When you tied the knot, Tsumiki had to have been two years old, and Megumi just turned one year old. You two had been together for four years after that, and you could confidently say those were one of [if not THE] best years of your life. You often second-guessed yourself being in a relationship with someone who had children, fearing that they wouldn’t like you or ignore you.

However, those worries were blown right away as the days went by. Every time you spent time with the children brought you three closer than ever; it was to the point that they saw you as their mother. How sweet! And there’s no denying that Toji loved you. The man would break someone’s nose for you — yes, it happened before, and it wasn’t pretty — for you were his sweet little thing that kept him going.

Well, if it was so great, why the divorce? Let’s just say you weren’t Toji’s first love. That title would have to be awarded to the Megumi’s mother. Even in her unfortunate passing, you can tell that Toji loved that woman like no other. It didn’t make you jealous or anything, seeing the man you love still mourn for a dead woman. Hell, you’d probably do the same if you were him. But, you can’t lie; it felt like you were cast over a “shadow” when it came to her influence. It was damn near suffocating to bear, especially in those four years of marriage. So, for your sake and his aching heart, you pulled him aside and suggested a divorce. And Toji didn’t fight you on the proposition, signing the papers and setting you free from the thick air.

Although things ended between you two, that didn’t mean things stopped being what they were. If anything, it was as if nothing happened at all. Even if you still don’t live under the same roof, you still make time to hang with the Fushiguros, whether invited to some occasion or exchange phone calls or texts to check up on them. Even now, five years after your separation, it warms your heart knowing that you get to interact with the people you care about.

There are moments you find yourself missing living under the same roof with all three of them and living alone can be pretty lonely. But all in all, as long as they’re comfortable and trust you enough to be around, there’s no need to change things up again. Like right now — the four of you sit at the dinner table eating before the kids go off trick-or-treating.

“Are you going to trick-or-treat with us, Y/n?” The brown-haired child sitting next to you asks while finishing up her dinner.

“Sorry, not this time, gotta be at a Zoom meeting for my job in a few minutes. But I do have someone else to take my place. Gojo will be here at around—Why are you two making that face?” You stop mid-sentence to notice Megumi and Toji at the other side of the table, displaying disgusted facial expressions at the mention of the white-haired other’s name.

“Why him?” They said in unison.

“Why not??” You question their irritation.

“He’s so annoying…” Again, in unison. Proof enough that they’re father and son.

You sigh as you get up to take your plate to the sink. “Oh, come on, you two, it’s not like he’ll be with you guys the entire night. He has a party at a friend’s he’s going to later.”

“Isn’t he too old to trick-or-treat?” Tsumiki questions, noting that Gojo is way past his undergraduate years.

“He is, but whatever gets that prick any free sweets,” Toji answers his daughter before getting up to put his dish in the sink.

You exit the kitchen, head into the living room, and sit on the couch. The laptop you had placed there was ready to open and unlock, and you clicked on applications and windows to look through before your meeting started in the next three to two minutes. He should be here about—

DING-DONG!!

Now.

Right on cue, you motion for Toji to grab the front door, and he follows your command. “Kids, Gojo’s here!” You shout out to the two kids who still sit at the table. “When you’re done eating, you can go upstairs and put your costumes on. But whoever finishes last has to do the dishes.” You can hear commotion from the table as the brunette rushes to put her dish in the sink and dash for the stairs. Megumi groans to himself; you giggle when you hear him mutter an “Aww man…”

You pull out your headphones to connect to your laptop, put them in their respective ears, and prepare yourself for the meeting. Ignoring the faint passive-aggressive tones of your ex-husband when greeting Gojo at the door…

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Your eyes flutter open, noticing the lighting change around the living room. The orange sunlight no longer decorated the space, substituted with the gradual darkness that overtakes you. The only source of light you can figure out is the flashing from the television screen.

Aside from the TV, there are no other signs of life. There aren’t any signs of Tsumiki or Megumi around playing or causing a raucous. It could only mean the two are still trick-or-treating with Gojo.

One blink, two blinks. I must’ve fallen asleep after the meeting… You hum while sinking to the couch, burying your face into the pillow.

But…since when did your pillow act like it was breathing with a heartbeat? And…I smelt that cologne before…How?

“Ya awake now?”

You raise your head, realizing you are not lying on your couch. Technically, you were; however, you were lying on something else on the furniture with you – more like someone.

It’s then you realize that you were lying on Toji during your entire slumber, him leaning on the end of the couch, one leg spread to make room for you to sleep on him while you sit on the other. And you can guess that you had your head on his chest, snuggling up to his warm figure. He looks at you with his green eyes now darkened by the room, yet you can see their glow from the television light. And that small smile he gives you, the scar on the right side of his lip lifted upward. The familiar butterflies in your stomach flutter like before. Like old times sake…That must be embarrassing, huh?

You frantically try to get off of him, “Sorry about that, I thought—“

“No, no,” Toji places a stern hand on your back, keeping you from moving further. “You were comfortable.”

You stare at him for a few seconds until your face contours to a look, and a smile starts to creep up while you situate yourself back to your original position, pressing your face back on his chest to listen to the beats of his heart again. “I recall having this couch all to myself not too long ago, so where’d you come from?”

“Well, I wanted to watch some sports highlights, but I figured you’d kick my ass if I pulled you off and had you sleep on the floor instead.” With the click of your tongue, he chortles. You bet your ass I would. “So, I decided to have ya sleep on me while I watch TV.”

“What’s wrong with the other side of the couch? It’s quite vacant and enough for a big guy like you.”

“True,” his hand rubs circles on your back, an old habit he did when he used to have you like this. “But then I’d be lonely.”

You titter. “That’s big for someone who said he thrives on being alone.”

“I thrive being alone when I’m working.” You’re glad he can’t see your eyes roll; he’d probably grab you by the cheeks like a child. “Besides, why would I wanna be alone when I have you for myself.”

And there it is, your cheeks begin to warm up. Or was it because you’re so close to him that his heat is transferring to you? That’s probably it, yeah. Let’s change the subject…”How long was I out for? I remember the kids left around 7:30-ish.”

“Mmm, it’s going to eleven right now.”

Three and a half hours? Damn. “It’s past their bedtime.”

Toji scoffs. The abrupt motion of his chest rising is satisfying in a way that makes you even more comfortable. “You still think they’re gonna sleep with all that sweet shit they got?” He snickers some more as you shake your head.

“They know better. When you guys get home, be sure to put their candy bags on the top shelf of the closet for the morning.”

“Still traumatized from that one time?”

“Uhhh, yes??” The memory flashes to you for a quick moment, but the dread from before still haunts you. Megumi was six years old and Tsumiki seven, returning home from trick-or-treating and immediately tasting their labor from that night. However, what you didn’t expect was for them both to eat almost half their bags. Let’s just say, thanks to their sugar rushes, they didn’t drop dead until the hour hand touched two of the morning. “Unless it’s the weekend, never again.”

The way the older man chuckles is so therapeutic — it nearly makes you want to fall asleep again. “You weren’t the one chasin' Megumi all over the place tryin' to get him to sleep. Little squirt gets his speed from me.”

“Awww, poor you~” You can sense the glare as you respond in a condescending, sing-song tune. “You and him are always butting heads. Like father, like son.”

“Tch, hate that sayin’ so fuckin’ much.”

“Why? ‘Because it’s true?”

“Shut up.” The hand he used to rest his head comes down to pinch your nose. You wriggle out of his hold with giggles, but he happily keeps you grounded to him with his stronghold and a leg wrapped around to prevent yours from moving. “He only listens to you. Such a sweet lil’ baby to you, huh? Puttin’ my own son against me.”

More giggles prompt out of tiny guilt, and you bring up a hand to rub on his chest. “He’s such a bright boy now. Growing up so big and fast.”

“Miki, too. That girl is way too smart fr' me to catch up. And she’s becoming so kind and strong, crazy to think she made me play teacups when she could barely go down the stairs by herself.” Toji hums, the vibrations felt on the pads of your fingers. “Think she gets that from you.”

You shook your head. “They’re your babies. They do amazing things because they have a big guy like you to catch them if they ever fall.”

“Hmm, fair…But let’s not pretend I’m the best dad in the world. Fuck, never in my life did I think I’d be a dad, especially with two kids. I didn’t know shit back then — still! I still don’t know shit.” You don’t say anything, just listening to him voice his thoughts to you. Because he knows you’d listen – you always do. “If you weren’t there for them, I don’t think they’d be shining like this. Y’re definitely the thing that brought us up together. They look up to you so much. Ya did so well with them.”

Nodding aimlessly, his black sweatshirt grazing on your cheek. “Thank you. Same to you. Didn’t do so bad yourself, big guy.”

“Mmm.”

Nothing is said between you two after that. The only thing that makes noise is the voices coming from the television. The volume lowered, an initiative you could guess from Toji wanting you to get some rest. The silence was too awkward that it might torture some, but it was fine where it was. There was no need to change it, especially when you were comfortable in each other’s embrace.

That is, until Toji asks, “Do you miss it?” The rubs on your back go slower, his fingertips drawing a ticklish sensation.

“Of course I do. All the time.” You answer honestly, turning your head to rest your chin on him. Your eyes glimpse directly at his, giving him a tiny grin. “Why ask? I know the kids miss me being around; what about you? Miss me nagging and putting you to work all the time?”

He sneers at your comment. “Every day.”

It was such a simple answer, yet it had the power to wipe that smirk right off your face. Your eyes locked in his sight, and your heart tuning to an irregular rhythm. Oh, come on, Y/n, get a grip! “Ahem—Toji, I hope you know that I never stopped missing everything we had — I never will. Those years that we shared were probably the best I’ve had. We had happy moments, others sad, of course. But, God, do I miss it all. I miss it so much. I miss having you guys here. Miki and Gumi and—“

“Me?” Good Lord, if this man doesn’t stop looking at you with those goddamn eyes of his, such captivating orbs that say more than he lets on. Your breath hitches, and so does the hand on your back. “Hmm? Ya miss me, baby?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Why’d you have to call me that? And it gets worse when he places his free hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin while the forefinger teases the lobe and tragus of your ear. Goddammnit…

“...Yes,” your voice was down a whisper, which could easily be mistaken with the television. But you know Toji heard you, loud and clear. “Especially you, Toji.” You said it. The words that he wanted to hear from you. They felt so forbidden to say, yet it was the truth. You avert your gaze away from him. But you knew that wouldn’t work, not right now. Toji taps your cheek with his thumb, and your eyes sheepishly return to his.

He doesn’t say anything, and that makes your heart beat at an unbearable rate. It’s all you can hear when you stare into his deep emerald eyes, the sound of it ringing your eardrums as if you could puke. Your throat running dry, so you gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob. If something could just happen to end this anxious torture, that would be great.

And then your prayers get answered: something does happen. Toji slowly brings his face closer to yours — your body goes rigid, and you instantly face away before the inevitable happens. No, I didn’t mean that!

“Aht aht, don’t do that, baby.” His hand slithers from your cheek to your chin, forcing you to face straight at him. “Lemme see you.”

“Toji, wait,” your voice travels out in a shaky breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t cross this line anymore.”

He listens to your pleas, but his body does otherwise. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead while the hand on your back snakes downward. “Why not?” His gruff voice dialed down to a whisper.

“Because—Mmmm…” Toji interrupts you by licking the helix of your ear. Oh, you slick bastard. “We’re supposed to be done…”

“That’s not stoppin’ me from takin’ care of my sweet thing.” Jesus Christ, you almost melted from the way he whispered that to your ear. He’s pulling out all the same old tricks, and it gets more hellish by the second as you try not to give in. “So, y're gonna let me take care of you like I always do, right, mama?”

Both his hands now rest on your ass, groping it while your hips sway as if they have a mind of their own. The leg between yours comes up slightly, making you ride on it. The heat on your cheeks has already blossomed to your ears, making it hard to think straight. Gripping his sweatshirt, your hips ride his thigh to ease the throbbing sensation that grows with every motion. Good God, you shouldn’t be doing this. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. However, it’s been so long that you felt wanted like this — wanted by him. It’s all the same – his voice, his hands, his words, his body, and the names he calls – yet here you are turning into putty.

“Haaahh, Mmmfff…Toji, please,” Toji withdraws his face from your shoulder, leaving him to examine your expression. You must look so dumb right now, with your hooded eyes and shivering lips. But, at this point, do you even care? “Please…Treat me right.”

One moment, you see his gaze narrow with a devious glint. Next, you’re taken aback when Toji slams his lips on yours, kissing and sucking your bottom lip until you give him access. With a moan, you open your mouth for him and sink deeper into the kiss. Your hands come around his neck, keeping him focused on you and you alone. Not that he would have it any other way.

His strong hands continue to knead your asscheeks while you hump and grind on his thigh. Nibbling on your lip, you whimper helplessly for him. It strokes his ego, knowing he’s making you like this, the fucking bastard. He takes in your tiny cries happily, shoving his tongue to play with yours. You give in to him, almost losing your balance riding his thigh, yet Toji’s lips never leave yours.

You break the kiss to get an imperative breath, panting loudly and sweetly for him as Toji kisses and licks your ear. The sounds make your lower region twitch. “Hnnmm, fuck…That’s my girl. So fuckin’ good fr’ me always, Y/n…” You can feel him slide a hand up to the hem of your leggings, forcing it inside for his thick fingers to brush up on the bare flesh of your butt. You gasp sharply. Him squeezing your butt has you biting down on his sweatshirt. “—Hahhh, Oh God, Toji,” With every squeeze, he inches closer to your panty-covered chasm, where you know he’d find a damp spot. Please touch me. Please, please, plea—

CLACK-CLINK!!

The two of you are frozen stiff when you hear the sound of the door opening and closing, the foyer lights turned on. “Alright~, we got you guys home. See ya later!” That was Gojo’s voice, indicating everyone was finally back from trick-or-treating. This means that Tsumiki and Megumi are about to see you on top of their father, his hand in your leggings and smacking lips with yours. Your eyes shoot wide with horror — immediately remove yourself from Toji and stand up from the couch to pull your bottoms up. You barely had the chance to peek at Toji because the kids already run to the living room to find you two.

“Y/n, Y/n, look!” The brunette was the first to greet you with her adorable pink Barbie cowgirl costume. She and her brother, dressed as Sasuke Uchiha, cheerfully showcased their pillowcases full of candy. “Look at all this candy we got!”

“Wooow, you guys really went on a haul,” you can only hope they can’t see you sweating bullets through your fake reaction. “Wh–Where’s Gojo?”

“He dropped us off here a few seconds ago and left for the party,” The raven-haired boy answered while scanning his pillowcase.

You only nod along until you frantically wipe your mouth, realizing the tiny trail of spit from the corner of your mouth. “Umm—Ahem, well then, I’m glad you two got all that candy. Now, let’s hurry up and get you guys home so you can get ready for school tomorrow!”

But the children didn’t move an inch. Actually, they looked like they were going to tell you something. You lift a brow. Oh no, they’re going to look at each other. They looked at each other and then glanced back at you. Oh, God, no. “Uhhh, Y/n, we were thinking.” Big sister Tsumiki is always the one who asks the following question. “Can we stay over?”

You inhale a massive breath, yet you do your best not to exhale a heavy sigh. “Kids, you promised to keep the overnight stays to three at max per month. This will be the fifth!”

“Yeah, but it’s dark out. Plus, it’s way past our bedtime.” The younger chimes in with a tiny pout. “We’ll be asleep by the time Dad gets us home.”

And here comes Tsumiki with the tag-team response to add on. “And that means he’ll have to make continuous trips back and forth from the car. Picking me and Megumi up, getting our bookbags, the bags full of candy, the whole thing! We already packed up our PJs just in case.”

You stood there staring at the two in astonishment. There’s no way they thoroughly planned this out. There’s just no way… And to make it worse, they were making valid arguments. You open your mouth to say something, but the two give the best puppy eyes they can. The wave of guilt hits like a train, internally cringing. You turn to Toji, who still sits on the couch, and the motherfucker only gives you a shrug. Wow, what a helpful father he is.

You groan into your hands, shaking your head while looking at the kids who wait for your verdict. “…Alright, you can stay as long as you PROMISE to put those candy bags in my bedroom closet. Deal?” The happy smiles and aggressive head shakes should answer your question. “Good, now go ahead and take your showers before you head for bed.” They rushed to the stairs by the time you finished that sentence, so enthusiastic about staying the night at your house, and you can’t help but smile hearing their footsteps run up the stairs.

With that being said, you turn to the older man again. Your brows are trenched down, but your smile is still present. “So, you legit just sat there and let those two tag-team me like that? In my own house?”

Another shrug with a dumb smirk on his handsome face. “Told you: too smart fr’ me to catch up.” You shake your head before exiting to get the kids and guest rooms ready, leaving him with the television.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The midnight hour has finally danced its way into the darkness of the night. Halloween is finally over, and the month of October is no more. The pitter-patter sound of the rain cleanses the neighborhood of its merits and festivities that partook hours ago, ready for a new phase of the year to take over.

After having the guest room ready with sheets and sleepwear for Toji and kissing the kids goodnight, you rinse your stress off with a nice shower and put on your pajamas to get ready for bed. After you turn the lights off, you drape the comforter over your figure as your body sinks with the cozy sheets and pillowcase. Your eyes close while focusing on the curtains of your window, the only light piercing inside being the lampposts by the street.

…Well, at least that’s what’s supposed to happen. But that’s not the case because you’re not the only one lying comfortably on your mattress. Instead, Toji is here with you, in your room, on your bed, his chest to your back, and his hand roaming inside your oversized shirt. Your lips are now connected with his, sharing your erotic moans with his enticing groans, and you get a little louder as his fingers cup and play with your breast.

“Mmphh…Ahhhh, I thought I told you you’re sleeping in the guest room—Nmmff!” He tweezes your nipple with his forefinger and thumb roughly.

“And I thought you’d be smart enough to know that wasn’t gonna happen.” Toji kisses the crook of your neck, drawing near your ear for him to whisper. “Besides, look at you. Still sleepin’ with no underwear on?”

“Hmph, only when I have a man around the house.” That answer got you another rough tweak on your nip and a purposeful gnaw to your ear. You knew he’d react like that, never liking the mention of another man leaving your mouth – especially during an intimate time like this.

“That so? What man you know that can handle all this?” Toji then moves from his side to be between your legs, pulling up your shirt to fully expose your chest. And your breathe hitches while his free hand travels down your abdomen to your bottoms.

“Ahhhh, no one. Just you...” You look at him with half-lidded eyes, taking in his reaction to what you said. The salacious grin on his face becoming broader should entail that he greatly loved that retort.

He brings his face to your other unattended nipple, “Good answer, princess.” The nub of your breast enters his mouth, and the wet warmth of his tongue greets it with lapped motions and grazes from his teeth. Despite that, it doesn’t distract you from the fact your bottoms are pulled down with ease and are thrown to the bedroom floor, leaving your cunt out for him, your erotic fluids seeping and glistening from the outside lights.

Toji plays with your folds until he can stuff his pointer finger into your chasm, the insertion resulting in your body’s jolt. It’s been a long while since you had his thick digit inside you, playing and scraping the inner walls to evoke whimpers. God, it felt so good, this satisfying feeling returning to awaken your body to his touch. He interacts with your body as if he’s the only person who knows how to get you going – and it’s the truth. No one can put you in a blissful haze quicker than this man. And you’d prefer to keep it that way.

The addition of his middle finger into your leaky entrance startles you, the thick digit making its way in with such vigor that he uses both fingers to scrape the velvety texture of your walls. Your eyes are now screwed shut at the growing commotion between your thighs, and the heat within your body flourishing all around gets to your head. “—Khmm, Oh fuuck, Toji. Please, don’t stop.”

With a soft ‘pop’ noise from his lips, Toji replies to your demands. “I’m sorry, what’s my name again?” You giggle with trenched brows. Of course, how could I forget?

“Nmmph, D-Daddy, pleaseee, I’m so clo—Ahhhann!!” He puts his thumb to your clit, grinding down on it unexpectedly. “I wanna cum, pleaseee…”

“Hmmm, good girl,” he teased, laying down kisses, nibbling on the skin of your stomach and inner thighs until he arrives at your leaking slit. Your body jerks up from the bed when you feel the cold, wet muscle slowly lick on your clitoris before ravaging your folds. The sounds of his mouth on your cunt are so lewd to the ear, slurping noises from his lips with the lapping motions of his tongue claiming your come are too much for you. And when he uses his hand to swipe and pinch your clit? Oh, it’s a wrap. Your release comes out without control, biting down on your bottom lip to make sure your cries don’t leave this space for the kids to hear. Their room is on the other side down the hall; tonight isn’t the night for too many risks.

When your trembling body calms down and subsides, Toji withdraws his face from between your thighs. Your essence paints his mouth, and he wipes his chin clean while licking the remnants that coat his scarred lips. “Hmph, missed tastin’ you like that.” You open your eyes when your high finally evades you, watching your ex-husband pull down his sweats. His erection springs out and hits his stomach, your mind going rampant with thoughts as you ogle at his freed limb. Shit, it’s been so long. Will that shit even fit me again?

“Don’t think it’ll fit, baby?” Damn him, he loves teasing you. Toji then discards his black wife-beater, at long last revealing his well-built, brawny physique that has you drooling for him. He uses his hands to maneuver your legs—your knees pushed to your chest as your legs propped up on his shoulders. A position you’re all too familiar with. Your eyes don’t leave Toji’s cock as he aligns his cock to your slick-coated folds. “Take some breaths fr’ me, sweetie. Can’t take care of you when you’re all tense.”

You take up on his advice and begin taking deep breaths, reminding yourself to maintain the steady pattern as he pushes the tip of his dick between the lips of your cunt. Every inhale is where he nudges into the hole of your inner cavern, and every exhale gives you time to breathe out the pain that comes in for a split second. This carries on until the cockhead wedges itself perfectly into your vagina, along with the inches of his girth that stretches until the base kisses your lips, the tip of him kissing your cervix. Tears swell up in your eyes, taking more deep breaths to prepare yourself for what’s about to come.

“Oooh fuuuck…Heh, yeah, that’s my baby right there. Fittin’ so perfect fr’ me, mama…” He puts his weight on you, keeping your figure unmoving under his bow.

“Nmmmf, Daddyyy,” you’re forced to take in all of him, and drool trails down your lips with no hope of taking care of it. “…I’m so full, you’re too much…”

“I know, sweetie, I know.” He wipes your spit after kissing your forehead. How gentle compared to what you’re about to go through. “Gonna move now.” His thrusts start slow for the two of you to adjust to each other; the feeling of his length’s veins coming in and out of your chasm is so euphoric, and the kisses to your cervix want your body to writhe and squirm. But you’re bent into this position for a reason: forced to submit to him no matter what. So you do just that.

Yet your horny haze gets more potent once he picks up the pace, rutting into you with increased speed. Your slit, still sensitive from earlier, gets overstimulated with the constant grazes on your gummy walls and jabs to your tender cervix. It takes everything in your power not to come so early.

“—Hahhhh, Nmmph. Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Toji groans above you, the thrusts of his pelvis increase to an irregular rhythm, grinding deep into your cunt to the point of uncontrollable babbles escaping your lips. His bullying on your insides results in you gripping his length hard, causing the older man to hiss and moan at your contractions. “—Ohhhfuuuckk!! Jesus Christ, baby. Y’re gonna make me go crazy.”

As if that wasn’t already happening now that he pistons his cock into your wetness, your brain turning into mush from the onslaught of ruts to your puffy wet chasm. Tears stream down your face, and more drool follows down with more precise hits to your delicate canal. The pounding in your head makes it hard to think of anything else, the squelching noises and paps of Toji’s balls hitting your cunt making it worse.

“D-Daddyyy, I’m—Ohoooo!! Oh, Jesus, ohhhshit!” You can’t formulate a proper sentence, too engulfed with the electrifying sensations coursing through your body.

“Damn, you feel too fucking good—Hnngh!!” Toji places his forehead on yours, resting his entire weight on you while his hips have a mind of their own. “‘Bout to make me knock you up…”

Oh, good Lord. The mere thought of having a child is the last thing that should be on your mind. But in a time like this, who in their right mind would be thinking straight? “Nnnfff! Oh God, pleaseee, fill me up, Daddyy!” Green eyes narrow with trenched brows. “—Pleasepleasepleaseee!! I want you to fill me up so bad, I want it, I want—Hyaaaaa!!”

How can he deny your desperate, teary pleas when you’re urging him on like this? “Heh, you’re so fuckin’ sexy, mama.” Toji captures your lips with his, your mewls taken by him as you sink further into your pleasurable thrill.

Sporadic thrusts of his pelvis produce more raunchy noises in the joining of your sexes, his heavy balls smacking on your cunt as he drives the base of his cock straight into you. Your slit is now a puffy mess, come and slick form a soapy mess that Toji now harbors a milky ring around his girth. A few rushed, sloppy thrusts heighten your high once more, and then Toji presses his pelvis down to the hilt on one final, harsh thrust, unloading his seed into your aching folds. And your climax follows in a few seconds, the walls of your cunt fluttering on his pulsating dick as your essence soaks him. Your muffled shrieks are received by him, quivering under him until the aftershocks wash through your body.

Once you two breathe at a steady tempo and the nerves of your sweaty bodies fall still, the kiss is broken with heavy pants and a string of spit that links you two together. Toji buries his face between your neck and shoulder, licking and kissing your skin as you’re allowed time to experience your clarity.

“Hmmm…You know I’m not done yet, princess.” Toji mumbles to your ear before stationing your legs off his shoulders for them to rest.

“Yeah, I know, big guy.” You tease him with a breathless laugh, kissing him on the temple. “Always wanting more…”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…So, you’re telling me you had your ex-husband spend the night? Not just the kids?”

“Yup, that’s what happened.”

This morning was different from your usual routine – well, you can’t say it’s different if you have done it before, huh? After five years of divorce, you thought you’d be so used to waking up and getting ready for work without worrying about others. However, this morning proves otherwise.

It felt natural walking into the kids’ room and lightly shaking them awake, telling them to get ready while you whip up something quick for them to eat as Toji showers (using your bathroom, by the way). Watching the kids run down the stairs and eat breakfast puts a smile on your face, reminiscing about the good old days when they were younger and teenier. It sometimes feels surreal doing the same thing for them now that they’re getting older and taller. But seeing them bicker and interact with each other in your presence never fails to warm your heart.

When Toji’s finished freshening up and loading his kids’ stuff in his truck, it’s time to bid them farewell for their departure for school. You give them final touch-ups on their hair and outfits, reminding them to be safe and not get into trouble (especially Megumi, now that the boy’s been getting into fights). And before they rush to the car, you hug them and give each a kiss on the cheek. Here is where the warm feeling inside your heart begins to deteriorate, not wanting to let them go. Yet, for their sake – and education – you release them and hope for the best.

The last to leave was Toji, who came from the kitchen to the front door with a paper plate wrapped in foil in one hand. His name is written boldly by a black Sharpie. “This fr' me?”

“No, it’s for Shiu Kong, for dealing with you all the time.” You stick your tongue out at Toji as he glares at you, not even moving out of the way while he exits through the door. “You better eat that when you get to work, you have a terrible habit of skipping lunch.”

“Whatever ya say, mom.” He pesters you with the title, knowing you’re technically not a mother anymore. Yet it only makes you smile knowing he notices your maternal side.

“Don’t forget to text me when Tsumiki’s soccer game is next week.” You watch him go down the porch stairs.

“Will do.”He whistles.

“And Toji?”

The man stops walking to turn to you, his forest green eyes fixed on you so quickly that you almost forget what you want to say. Or what you wanted to do. You place your fingers on your lips and blow a kiss with an outward gesture. It was an old habit you did whenever he left, something you can’t seem to get out of practice with. It’s embroidered in your mind at this point.

And when he catches the kiss with his free hand and places it on his chest, it makes your heart skip a beat. Toji grins, “I’ll be damned if that was fr' Shiu, too.”

You snicker with a shaken head. “Drive safe, Toji.” Closing the front door, you stand there for a while. Your smile doesn’t falter; it gets bigger as you replay the moment instead. Thinking about him, hearing him, seeing him, it all drives you crazy. And that’s a good thing…right?

“I don’t know, sounds like you still kinda care about the guy.”

“Of course I do,” So here you are, sitting in your living room enjoying the rays of the sunset decorating the space, in a video call with your best friends, Utahime and Mei Mei. You reply to the former’s comment. “Just because I don’t have the ring on my finger doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care about him. I mean, he’s the father of two lovely children.”

“Shoot, you’re better than me, then.” The dark-haired woman admits. “But you’re kinda proving my point, Y/n. Even when you don’t have the ring on, you two act like the same old couple, and it’s definitely not just for the kids’ sake. Let’s be real here.”

You try to interject, but the pale-blue-haired other, Mei Mei, intervenes, “I agree. It’s one thing if you let the children stay over, but he also wanted to spend the night. Sure, he could’ve been tired from driving all day and such. However, if you’re still seeing a man for the last five years – while legally unbound – and he says he wants to spend the night under your roof, which is rare, that should ring some bells at least.”

“I know, it did…” you nod along with what your friend is saying, throwing your head back with a heavy sigh. “But it’s not like he’s never spent the night here before, nor is he banished from stepping inside.”

“Oh? Then why is this time different from the others?”

Utahime jumps in after Mei Mei’s chirp. “Yeah, you’re telling us about all these nostalgic lovey-dovey feelings as if you’re falling in love with him all over again. What, did you two have sex or something?”

An open mouth, yet no words come out, leaving you in a predicament. You could’ve just lied or swerved the subject to something else. But you didn’t. And the two women on the screen lift their brows with hooded eyes, a look meaning a thousand words. You couldn’t even explain yourself either because a sudden knock on your door captured the attention of all three of you.

You stand up and walk towards the door, your friends still on call on the phone at hand. Opening the door, you’re almost stunned to see in front of you. Tsumiki and Megumi with nervous smiles, and their father at the car collecting the same duffles bags from last night. You’re kidding.

“Hey, kids.” The two of them gulped from not calling them by their names. You bring up the phone to face the screen to them. “Say hello to Auntie Mei Mei and Utahime.” The women on the line smile and wave at the children, who sheepishly wave back.

“Hi, aunties.” Megumi greets them, and then his eyes drift back to you. “So, Y/n—“

“What did you forget this time?” Straight to the point, no room for excuses.

“It was Miki this time! She forgot her soccer cleats.” The older sibling gawks at her younger brother for calling her out.

“Tsumiki, I know you have cleats at home.”

“I do, but these are special! You bought them for my birthday, and I’ve been wearing them to every game ever since! So, I was scared when I couldn’t find them at home.” The brunette was quick to defend her stand. “Also, Dad doesn’t feel like driving up here and then back. So…can we…”

You close your eyes and bring the phone to your face to shield your vexation. Twice in a row, the sixth time this month. You can hear the giggles of your friends from the other side of the phone, adding more fuel to the fire. You don’t look up until you hear heavy footsteps on the porch, seeing Toji holding both duffle bags with a hand and shoulder. He stares at you as you stare at him, a silent conversation on how to handle this situation. And when he shrugs with lifted brows, you realize it’s no use and release the long-awaited sigh.

“….If I see one more thing being left behind here, you guys can’t come back till December, understand?” It wasn’t anything serious, but enough for the kids to know you weren’t joking. They nod their heads in unison while you roll your eyes. “Okay, get in here.” They rushed inside with gleeful laughs, the shuffling of their backpacks following along with them. Your eyes then drift to Toji as he walks up to you. “Did you forget something here, too?”

“Yeah,” you lift a brow when he drops Megumi’s bag to the floor. Before you can register his hand on your chin, you squeak when he brings his lips to yours. It lasted for seconds, but the kiss was sweet and tender, sucking on your lip before letting go with a playful bite. “Meant to give you that when you woke up. Thanks fr' the food, mama.”

Toji picks the bag up and walks inside your home to put the bags in the rooms, leaving you standing on the porch with an astounded expression. You couldn’t appropriately calibrate your thoughts until you heard faint laughs from the phone. Then, you realize your best friends witnessed the entire scene that transpired.

Utahime, with the slyest leer, was the first to say something. “Oh yeah, he laid that pipe on you good, without a doubt.”

“Mhmm,” Mei Mei agrees with a chuckle. “And I'm guessing he’s gonna do it again tonight. Isn’t that right, Y/n?”

You end the video call with a heated face. “Sh-Shut your damn mouths!!” Again, you groan into your hands before returning inside. Thank God I still have those birth control pills...

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