#and also because I want to cook up something between you three but I haven’t fully fleshed it out yet

[danelloevee-sky]

Herald stuff

Newly born Ved fresh from the sky:

[ieatgoldfishy]

Please - Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader

Cw: switch Miguel, switch y/n, begging, rough sex, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, hair pulling, overstimulation, pussy drunk! Miguel, cock drunk! Y/n, name calling (baby, Amor, etc), size difference/kink, man handling.

(First post wow. Idk why i didn’t write smut for him sooner.

Pls request shit, I have nothing to do in the summer.)

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It had been about a week since you had figured out that Miguel O’Hara, your boyfriend, was Spider-Man. You were so angry, he’d leave you in the middle of the night to go fight crime and wouldn’t be back until 6am in the morning.

He’d come home bruised and limping and never told you why. He had you worried day and night he was getting himself into trouble. You hadn’t talked to him since you found out. You could see the desperation in his eyes any time he’d try and talk to you but was turned down immediately.

You were In the kitchen, cooking dinner when you heard the door open. Miguel didn’t get off work until 9:00pm so you wondered who it was. You walked to the door expecting an intruder, but low and behold, it was your boyfriend.

You turned back around and walked to the kitchen. “Amor, please! Talk to me!” He cried. “Why would I?” You asked him. “You waited till now to tell me that you of all people are Spider-Man! You left me in the middle of the night with no explanation. I was so fucking worried about you when you came home with bruises all over you!”

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to leave!” He was behind you at this point. He put his bulky arms around your waist and lowered his head to you neck. “Is there any way I can make it up to you? I’ll do anything.” He whispered into your neck.

You could feel yourself growing hot at the contact, along with not talking, you two also haven’t had sex in a week. It was brutal. “What do you think you can do for me?” You asked him, still stirring the pot of soup your making.

He was silent for a minute until he finally said something, “please let me eat you out, please” he whined in your ear. “I’ll do anything, please let me do this” your cunt felt hot, so hot.

You turned off the heat for the soup and turned to look at him. You have him a look of ‘follow me’ and walked to the bedroom. He followed happily behind you.

You walked into the room and took your shorts off and crawled onto the bed. You leaned your back on the stacked pillows and put your knees in the air, spreading your legs for Miguel’s view.

Miguel looked at you like a man starved, he looked like he was ready to pounce onto you. Instead, he crawled to in between your legs and looked at you. “Go ahead” you told him.

Without a second to waste, you panties were ripped off and he was attacking your clit. His tongue was so skilled. The stimulation sent bolts of pleasure through your entire body.

You were so lost in the pleasure that you didn’t notice his hand creeping up to your cunt. Before you knew it, he had two fingers up your cunt while sucking on your clit.

Your hands flew to his hair, gripping it like you were going to rip it out. Miguel let out a moan directly onto your clit, vibrating it for a second. You grabbed his hair harder and he moaned again.

He added another finger into you, finger fucking your with three now. You could feel yourself growing close. Your were getting so loud, the neighbors definitely hated you by now.

“Miguel I’m gonna-” you were cut off by him going faster, sucking and licking your clit harder. Your were screaming. Your orgasm hit you like a truck. You expected him to stop but he kept his hard and fast pace.

He was overstimulating you to the point your screaming his name and mindless babble. Your entire sense shrunk down to his tongue and fingers. You could feel your second orgasm building.

“Fuck Miguel!” You moaned out. You started grinding your pussy onto his face, trying to make your orgasm come quicker. Your were so close to cumming, you and Miguel knew it. He kept at it until you came a second. This one better than the last.

Your thighs wrapped around his head as he walked you through your orgasm. Once your climax finished, he pushed your thighs off you his head and sat up on his knees. “Miguel..” he looked at you, “please Miguel, fuck me” you told him.

“How badly do you want me too?” He asked. “Please Miguel, I need you to fuck my pussy into mush. Fuck me so hard I don’t even know my own name. Destroy my fucking legs, please.” You looked down at his sick and saw him so hard his was almost busting through his pants.

You ran your hand over his clothed cock and he whined at the contact. “D-don’t do that, y/n.” He told you. “Why not?” You asked him, a cocky tone in your voice.

Without saying a word, he flipped you onto your stomach, putting a pillow underneath your hips, leaving your bare ass in the air. He pressed his bulge onto you Ass and moaned.

“Because I can’t hold back” you heard him stand up and take off his clothes. The only thing you had on currently was one of his baggy t-shirts with not bra underneath.

He got back on the bed and lined himself up with your pussy. In an instant, he shoved his cock inside you with no warning. You screamed out, “Miguel! Fuck!”

He began pounding into you at a fast pace, fucking you into the bed. He put his hands by your head. You were still sensitive from your first two highs your could barely think.

You were grabbing the pillow in front of you for dear life. Your knuckles turning white. He was going so fast your couldn’t think. The only thing your could tell, was that he was holding back.

“How’s that for you?” He asked. “Don’t….” You barely get words out. “Don’t restrain yourself….” You whined out. He was quiet for a second. Then you felt him go impossibly faster. He was so deep in your cunt your couldn’t even think.

He was getting close and you could tell, his dick twitching inside of you. “Mi amor.. please, let me cum inside, I need to” he moaned out. You couldn’t form words anymore so you just nodded. He threw his head back and moaned.

“I’m fucking a baby into you, fuck, I need to, Need to cum deep inside you” he whispered. You could only moan in response. Both of you were almost there, almost to your breaking points.

His thrusts were getting uncoordinated and sloppy. He brought a hand down to rub your clit, making you squeeze around him. That was enough to send both of you to the edge.

He moaned into your ear as he came, still shallow thrusting inside of you. He eventually pulled out and watched his cum drip out. He pushed it all back in with his fingers.

He went into the bathroom and go a wet towel to clean you and him off. After that, he laid down next to you. “I’m sorry I-” you cut him off and kissed him. “I love you” you told him.

“I love you too” he said back

[hellfire--cult]

SoftDom!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

wc: 4k

+18 MDNI, SOME fluff, smut, p in v, fingering, blowjob, rough sex, bondage, breeding kink, dirty talk, non-safe sex, reader being a bratty fiancé

Plot: The pandemic had its ups and downs. One of the good things it brought was the fact that your husband can forever work remotely from home. But you sometimes get a little needy.

A/N: Just filth. Pure filth.

please always reblog, thank you

HOME OFFICE

The pandemic had its ups and downs.

You for one, didn’t mind staying home, but you did miss your friends and family terribly. You’ve always worked online and remotely at home for a company outside the country, so that wasn’t something that changed for you like it did for many others.

In those many others, it includes your husband.

You thought he would return to the office as soon as it was declared that you could head outside, but no such thing happened. It seems that there’s more productivity from people working at home rather than going physically to the workplace. You don’t work 9-5 like your husband does, so you have time to clean the house a little bit, cook lunch and dinner. 

He would always be so grateful for the food. Sometimes he would be in a meeting and you would come in very quietly and place the plate of food and a glass of water on the corner of the desk and then head out. Twenty minutes later your husband would rush out of the room as soon as the meeting was over to pepper your face in kisses as if to say thank you for the attention. 

But there were times when your husband wasn’t having the best of days. 

Working from home also stresses you out sometimes, because you are overwhelmed with stuff because, since you’re more productive, they give you more things to do. That’s just what they do to your poor husband. But there are times that he overworks himself just because he thinks he needs to.

Like today.

“Baby, you should’ve gotten off work two hours ago…” You cooed at him from the doorway, wearing a silk robe on your body and just that. For the past week your husband has not been paying attention to you, and it’s because he is just being a people pleaser. 

“I’m just trying to finish this sheet sweetheart, promise I’ll get off soon.” That wasn’t the answer you wanted from him at all. 

“Steve…” You were whining now, and his head turned to look at you for a second, and that’s when you saw the instant click in your husband’s eyes.

Your husband was overall sweet, and very dutiful. He was always considered the mom of your group of friends, even though you were right there. Always taking care of others before himself, and always being one step ahead of stuff in order to say ‘already took care of it’.

But there was a side that only you knew about your husband. You got to know it when you two were one year into the relationship, three years ago. You two had just moved in together, and you were cranky for not being able to sleep comfortably in your new bed, taking your time to adjust into it. 

So of course, you were snappy at everything your husband did wrong, even if it was leaving the toilet seat up, or leaving one single used spoon in the sink. That night, you got to meet a side of your boyfriend you never expected from him, yet you were delighted, and your mood instantly got better afterwards.

This side of him is only triggered… when you’re being a brat.

“I am working. Don’t whine.” Steve said in a very stern voice, a voice that only ignited the heat between your legs even more than before. His eyes returned to the computer as he began typing away. 

You licked the inside of your cheek and you strutted towards the desk which was in the middle of the room, putting both of your hands on the edge that was on the other side of him, and you leaned forward, looking down at your husband.

“I whine cause you haven’t been paying attention to me for the past week.” He only gave you one glance, not caring for how much you were showing your cleavage to him, and his eyes went back to the screen in front of him, his fingers never stopping from typing. You could see the reflection of the computer on his glasses, and it just irritated you even more.

“You know there’s always a week that I’m full of work. We’ll do whatever you want tomo–”

“Now!” You stomped your foot with a whiny cry, as if you were a child, but you were tired of being pent up because of this, and he closed his eyes with a sigh, but you could also hear a groan in his throat.

“Don’t be a fucking brat.” He called your name, a threat, and you straightened up after that, and he didn’t say anything else. He resumed his typing and you were angry. Seething. You had two options right here: One of them was to walk out of the room, take care of yourself in the room, and then go cook dinner…

Or…

You dropped on your knees and immediately crawled under the desk, finding his legs that were covered in grey sweatpants as your hands started from his ankles, and slowly gliding them up, biting your bottom lip as you reached his thighs. You heard him take a deep intake of breath, but the typing never stopped, which only made you even more frustrated.

You hummed as you reached his bulge, and you smirked as you found some hardness in the pants. You did rile him up when you walked into the room. You pressed your hand onto it and you felt him move, even if slightly, on his chair. You started rubbing onto it, slowly, and you could feel his cock getting harder by each stroke, a tent starting to form under the cloth.

Your hands then went to the hem of his pants and you bit your lip, not knowing if he will comply and help you take his sweatpants off, but as you tugged, you saw him raise his hips up and in a quick move you pulled both of the pants and boxers down, letting them pool around his ankles.

His dick sprung up, hitting on his stomach with a smack. You bit your lip as you scooted closer, your nails scratching onto his thighs as they moved up and up. He was still sitting straight as he typed away on his computer, but you didn’t care any longer. You just needed him in your mouth.

You leaned forward in order to spit right at the pink tip and then your hand ran all over it to gather your saliva, and use it as lubricant as you started pumping him, slowly, up and down, causing his dick to twitch in your hand as it became fully hard in your grip. A smile appeared on your lips as you heard the typing stop for a second and then resumed as if he had never stopped.

You then guided your mouth close to the tip, running your tongue all over the slit, and then you did the one thing that makes him crazy, which is licking on his frenulum, right under the head. You flicked on it going from side to side in a fast motion. You heard a growl above you, and you smirked as you finally took him into your mouth.

You used your hand in order to help yourself as you started bobbing your head up and down on him, slowly, at your own pace in order to taste him as you liked. The hint of saltiness started and you knew that he was starting to leak precum as you kept moving, your other hand grabbing onto his thigh for leverage.

You pulled him out of your mouth so you could press soft kisses along the shaft, to then lick from the bottom and up, giving a kiss to the head and then gliding your tongue onto the slit, giving a soft press there. You took him back into your mouth as you started becoming wetter at each bob of your head.

And then you heard it. Or well, you didn’t hear it anymore. The typing had stopped, and then a slam happened, making you pull away from him, hand still wrapped around his dick as you sat there, waiting for whatever was happening. He sat back on his chair and looked down at you underneath the desk.

You shivered as you looked up at your husband who had a frown in his eyebrows and his jaw was completely clenched, going slightly to the side that displayed his anger. His hand immediately went to the back of your head, grasping tightly onto the hair there, making you wince as he pulled your face towards his dick again, smashing it against your cheek.

“You want to be a slut? Fine. Put my cock back into your fucking mouth.” 

You whined as you complied, opening your mouth to take him in again, but you couldn’t even  wrap your hand around him to help you as you felt him guide your head down on him. He was being rough, and it almost hit the back of your throat, but he pulled on your hair to bring you back up again, only to make you plunge you back down again.

Your hands gripped onto his thighs as his other hand went to untie the tie that was on his neck. Just like everyone that works remotely does, he dresses nicely on his upper body, and then comfortably on his bottoms for the online meetings where his camera has to be on. He slid the black tie off and threw it on the desk as he kept bobbing your head up and down on him.

“You couldn’t fucking wait for a few more minutes.” You hummed against his cock as he put both of his hands now on each side of your head. “Through your nose.”

And you knew what this meant, so you started taking in air through your nose and that’s when he shoved your head down as he pushed his hips up at the same time, making him hit the back of your throat. Your eyes become teary as your face flushed, a gurgle of saliva vibrating in your throat as he pulled you back up and put his hips down, only to repeat the previous action again.

You were gagging on his cock as he throat fucked you intensely, feeling the walls of it already bruising from how rough he was being with you as he gripped onto your head, his fingers clenching on your hair. Your nails were digging into his thighs as you kept yourself on your knees.

“Look at those fucking tears.” You heard him chuckle in between his groans as his hips kept thrusting up into your mouth. “You wanted my cock, so you are going to take it how I like it.”

Said tears were running down your face like a waterfall from the intensity of it all, feeling your throat becoming sore and the gags were already making your stomach turn a little bit. You gave him a tap on his thigh and he took notice of that, stopping his movements all together, and pulling your head up.

You took a sharp intake of breath with a gasp. Saliva mixed with precum was sliding down from the corner of your lips as you huffed for air. His face came close to yours, and he didn’t even look fazed by what he had done to you. 

“Color?” And behind the roughness, your husband was still there. The sweet husband that always took care of you first beyond everything else. You gulped in order to get saliva in your throat once more, letting you talk clearly.

“G-Green…” 

He stood up abruptly from the chair, making it fall back behind him and he raised you up on your two feet by the hair. You yelped in pain but before you could continue with a whine, his lips clashed against yours. You moaned against the kiss and you wanted to wrap your arms around him, but you knew better than that, so you kept them dangling on your sides. 

His tongue invaded your mouth without permission, making you whine in need and then you felt his hand rip open your silk robe, shoving it away from your body with his big hands. The chill air hitting your breasts, perking the nipples up instantly, hardening the bud. One of his hands immediately cupped one of your tits, and pinched onto the nipple, harshly.

You yelped onto his tongue and he chuckled as he moved his hand downwards while the other gripped onto your ass, pulling you closer. Your body was on fire as his fingers instantly found your clit, slowly moving them in circled motions and then went down in between your folds. He pulled away from you, finally letting you moan out into the room.

“So wet for me. Did sucking my dick turn you on this much?” You could only nod at him and then your eyes widened when he landed a slap against your clit, causing you to whimper. “Answer me.”

“Y-Yes–” You could only gasp as you felt two fingers plunging inside of you in one motion, and your hands shot up in order to hold onto his shoulders as you moaned out a cry at the sudden stretch.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” You nodded at his words as he pumped his fingers in and out of you and you moved your hips against them, trying to follow his rhythm. He was guiding you with the hand that was on your ass, pushing you further into him at each thrust.

“S-Steve, baby– Please–” You begged. You needed him inside of you, right this second. His fingers are not doing justice to what he could do to you. He growled, biting back a come back, but he was already frustrated himself, and he wanted to cum. He desperately needed to cum.

He pulled his fingers out of you, making you sigh from disappointment only to be manhandled into turning around, and then he pushed your upper back onto the table, bending you completely with your ass in the air. He grabbed onto the tie he left on the desk before.

“Arms behind.” You were breathing a little bit heavy as you complied to his wishes, putting your arms behind your back. He tied your forearms together, and you knew that your shoulders were going to be sore tomorrow, but it was going to be so worth it. “What do you need?”

“Hngh–” You wiggled your ass towards him, but the only thing that earned you was a loud smack onto one of your cheeks, making you whine.

“You acted like a fucking brat to get it. Have the decency to tell me what it is and I will give it to you.”

“I– I need your cock Stevie, please– Please, I need it…” And he didn’t need any more indulgence. He grabbed onto both your plump cheeks that were wiggling at him and he spread them open. He smirked at your puckered hole, and it was a shame he didn’t prep you for that tonight. Maybe tomorrow.

He lined his cock up towards your wet pussy, sliding against your clit a few times, making you moan in need, and then with no warning, he pushed inside of you, and your eyes widened when he didn’t take his time to let you adjust. He just kept going, knocking the air out of your mouth as the side of your head rested against the desk.

“So fucking tight…” He groaned out. “Even after all these years you’re still so tight for me baby…”

“Steve–” Your words were cut short when in one sharp thrust he pushed forward, completely seething himself inside of you, and your mouth fell into a wide ‘o’ shape as your eyebrows frowned at the friction of it all. It was too much, but it felt so good. It always feels so good.

He got hold of your tied forearms, and just like a cowboy would ride his horse and your arms were his reins. He straightened up, his other free hand dangling on his side, looking down at you, with his glasses still on. The reflection of your ass was the one that was over the crystals, and he smirked as he pulled his hips back, and then pushed forward again, and pulled on your arms to bring you to him.

You let out a loud moan and cry of his name, feeling him hit onto your spongy part that resided inside of you, but then went deeper than that. Your husband has always been on the bigger side, and feeling him splitting you like this only added fuel to the fire that was inside of you.

He started a brutal pace, skin slapping constantly as his balls hit against your clit, his hips against your ass that jiggled at each movement. He was trying to hold in the groans in his throat as he slapped one of your ass cheeks with his free hand while the other kept pulling you to him.

“Baby, did you come here for another reason?” You heard him ask, but your mind was still gone as he kept pistoning his hips against you, earning another loud smack on your ass that will probably leave a bruise, making you cry and snapping you back into reality. “Is it because it’s the perfect time? It is, isn't it?”

“Y-Yes! God–” You had come with two missions today, and one of them was being fulfilled, the other will soon happen.

“You came for me to fill you up? Have you all full of my cum so it takes?” He moaned as he felt your walls clench around him at his words. You nodded against the desk as tears rolled down and hit the wood under your face. You were going to cum without him touching you at all, just from his dick hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

“Yes, yes, please, Steve– Make me pregnant, fill me up–” He groaned behind you as his thrusts became harder, the slapping of skin even louder than before and you could hear grunts coming out of his throat as you whimpered his name many times, your walls clenching each second that passed.

“I can’t fucking wait to see your belly all round with my baby, fuck– sweetheart I can’t fucking wait…” That was enough for you to cum around him, letting out a loud yell of his name, legs trembling as his pace stopped for a second because you were clenching too hard all around him. “Fuck– Sweetheart–”

He winced at the friction of your cunt around him, and when he felt you start to relax, just slightly, he took a deep breath in and started his pace again, not letting you come down from your orgasm, wanting to drive you straight to another one thanks to overstimulation. 

“St–Steve, baby, stop–” But it wasn’t a true plea. You knew it wasn’t something you actually wanted, and he knew it too, so that’s why he didn’t stop at all. He smacked your ass once and he felt himself twitch inside of you, making him groan loudly.

“I’m gonna fill you up– You’re going to be so full.” He groaned when his glasses started to fog thanks to his jagged breaths, and he took them off to throw them onto the desk, beads of sweat coming down his forehead. You were choking on your moans as you tried to move your strained arms again, when you felt your walls start clenching, and you felt like you were dying from how hard your orgasm was going to be.

“S-Steve– Steve!” You couldn’t warn him fast enough that you were cumming onto his cock again, right after the last one you had because he didn’t let you rest from it. This time, your g-spot was so overstimulated that it made your juices gush out on him, drenching your legs and his. 

“F-Fuck, shit!” He was too overwhelmed with the view that he pushed you onto his cock as he thrusted deep inside of you, and he let out a loud moan as the ropes of his white spent filled your walls. You whimpered through a moan as you felt the warmth invade your insides.

You two were left panting in the room, trying to get your breathing back to normal. He was the first to regain his composure again as he untied the tie around your arms, and thanks to feeling the relief from being able to move them again, you snapped back into reality. You took a sharp intake of breath as you blinked and pressed your hands against the desk in order to pull yourself up. 

Your legs were shaking and you didn’t have time to recover yourself that he was turning you around to sit you on the desk. 

“What–?” You managed to breathe out for a second before you felt his fingers gather your juices and his cum that was already dripping out of your cunt, and plunging them inside like a plug. You let out a whimper at the sensation and he leaned forward to press a kiss on one of your stained cheeks.

“I know baby… I know…” He didn’t move his fingers, he just kept them there. “I’ll prepare dinner tonight, you just lay down on the couch, okay?” 

Your lovely husband was back, the rough demeanor already gone and you smiled as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. Steve and you had been trying for the past few months, and today was another month you were going to try and you were ovulating. 

“God, I hope it takes…” You sighed out dreamily and he nodded at that, wanting nothing more for you two to finally become parents. He pressed a soft kiss against your forehead and then sent a smile your way.

“I hope so too. Also, way to rile me up.” You giggled at him as he wiped your cheeks lovingly with his free hand. 

“Maybe we just needed to do it roughly…” You wiggled your eyebrows at him and he tsked at you with his tongue, lightly slapping the side of your thigh, making you chuckle. 

“There’s no way that the way we have sex influences it.”

To Steve’s surprise, it does, because a month later your pregnancy test came out positive.

God bless working from home. 

A/N: I never wrote a just steve fic before, so here it is, welcome to my dirty thoughts

[sillylittlestoryblog]

Keeping me warm

Part 1

Trafalgar Law x Reader

Warning: None I guess. Maybe awkward writing because I wrote this at 3 am while I couldn’t sleep ( it was storming ) and english isn’t my first language. Plus I haven’t written anything in ages so pls don’t judge to much.

Summery: basically just fluffy and angsty thoughts while freezing. Idk lol (I need sleep)

If you however do enjoy this, positive words are great for anyone’s mental health. Have fun.

The howling of the wind was unbearable. The crew members sat close together in the dark cave. It had been two days since the raging ice storm. Of course, no one had planned to stay in this place for so long. But just the thought of going outside into the cold made even the bravest pirates' legs shiver.

After even the stubborn captain of the Straw Hat Pirates had admitted that it no longer made any sense, everyone realized that they would have to sit out this storm.

The cave came in handy. Together with the Heart Pirates, the Straw Hats had anchored on this winter island.

The Sunny had been through a lot and Franky had actually planned to get some material for repairs in the small fishing village. Since only a few days had passed since the last major battle and the Surgeon of death was still busy patching up crew members, his crew was more than happy to take a break. A few days off couldn't hurt anyone.

You remember how Nami had been upset, crying that she would rather have stopped off at a nice summer island or at a luxurious spa. A vacation wasn't often granted to the Straw Hats. You had comforted her and said that a bit of snow could certainly be fun.

And oh how wrong you were.

You regret your words of encouragement as you sat shivering between your friends. An icicle hung from Usopp's nose as he desperately tried to warm himself by the small campfire.

"I'm hungry," Luffy's voice penetrated the silence. He said what everyone was thinking. Sanji was still trying to conjure up something edible from the few remnants that had survived the avalanche. But even the usually so positive cook didn't really know how to help himself.

Bepo and Chopper had suddenly become the most popular crew members. Everyone was secretly hoping to snuggle up in their warm furs and perhaps sleep despite the loud storm.

The only one who seemed to be able to sleep without the warmth of the two was Zoro. Once again, you envied him for having the talent to sleep in any situation.

Your eyes glanced over to the other pirate crew. Captain Law was sitting on a rock, looking into the void. He also seemed to be cold, but tried to hide it. Under no circumstances could he show any weakness. That would only make the situation worse and ruin the group‘s mentality. He scowled at the other captain, who kept shouting for food and jumping up and down. How could he still have that much energy ?

Law just rolled his eyes whenever he thought of the strawhat.

His mind wandered again and he looked in the other direction as unobtrusively as possible. From his seat, he had a good view of everyone. So he could keep a good eye on each member of his crew. At least that's what he told himself.

He also wanted to keep an eye on you.

Trembling, you sat between Nami and Robin. The older one had taken off her dark cloak and wrapped it around the three of you like a blanket. It was a nice gesture, but it didn't seem to do much good. But at least you weren't as stubborn as some others. The cook had refused to lean against one of the other men, preferring to rather run off to the other corner of the cave on his own. He must have been freezing, Law saw him looking enviously at the floor where Zoro had been snoring quietly for hours.

Yesterday, the motivation had been a bit higher. Everyone was sure that the storm wouldn't last that long and that the sky would soon be clear again. But this was the Grandline after all. No one could really predict the weather conditions.

Brook had wrote a little song, strawhat-ya had bounced happily back and forth and the cooks of both crews had roasted fish over the campfire.

You had smiled from time to time.

A warm feeling shot through Laws body.

Your eyes had sparkled in the light of the fire and he had to turn his gaze to you again and again. You were so beautiful.

Before you became part of the friendly crew, it had always bothered Law to spend too much time with the Straw Hats. They were loud, inconsiderate and constantly meddled in other people's problems. Above all, the parties that the rubber man regularly announced were law's worst nightmare. Loud singing, food and booze everywhere and always the strangest of people. He would much rather be in his study or in a quiet library, hoping desperately to escape the chaos.

But this feeling changed abruptly after you became part of the crew. He spotted you straight away. He quickly noticed a new face. And what a face it was. He had wanted to talk to you all evening. But someone was always glued to you, if it wasn't Nami, the captain or Chopper, it was the annoying cook who jumped around you with hearts in his eyes. Asking you for company, mixing you special drinks or turning up with a hot soufflé in one and a bouquet of flowers in the other hand.

Law had been uncomfortable, but he hadn't dared to speak to you. Nico Robin had told him over dinner how much you liked to read and that had only increased his interest.

Yet he hadn't made any effort to talk to you. You probably hadn't even noticed him.

You had noticed Trafalgar Law immediately.

Of course you knew his Wanted poster, as well as the many stories about the captain of the Heart Pirates. Luffy was always talking enthusiastically about Tra Guy and the other Nakama usually had the best stories to tell. Franky once told you how intelligent Law was, when you painted one of the rooms on the Sunny together. Usopp told you how badass his powers were. And Chopper had raved to you about his medical talent.

Since then, you had often asked the other girls about him. With completely neutral intentions, of course.

That's why Nami and Robin weren't at all surprised by the way you looked at him when you first met. Nami had rolled her eyes and laughed: "You look at him like you're Luffy and he's a piece of meat." You had sent her a dirty look, but your body had already betrayed you. Your cheeks were warm and your heart began to beat a little faster. Robin had just giggled and left you two alone.

When you thought back to that evening, your face flushed again. You sincerely hoped that you hadn't made a fool of yourself.

In the cold cave, these thoughts were the only thing that seemed to keep you warm. Again and again your thoughts seemed to wander to him. A glance in his direction couldn't hurt, could it?

Cautiously and not at all obviously, you let your eyes wander.

Your eyes wandered over the body in the dark coat. How you wish you could put it on your own body now.

His dark hair peeks out from under the white cap he always wore. You had to remind yourself of Nami's words two days ago. Maybe she was right. On a warm island, you would certainly have had the chance to see Law without his hat. How much you would have liked to see all of his hair. And you also felt that his eyes were always shrouded in shadow.

Eyes that you wished you knew the color of.

Eyes that always seemed to avoid yours.

Eyes that could never lose focus while in a fight.

Eyes that just swept over your body.

Eyes that met yours all at once.

Your head quickly turned to the side. Was he looking at you?! Just pretend you were doing something else. Had Robin been talking to you? You desperately tried to get your friend's attention. You feel like you've been caught. The familiar feeling of warmth returns even stronger than before. Robin had definitely been the wrong choice for your excuse. She couldn’t have been talking to you, of course, if you hadn't wasted your time ogling Law, you would have noticed how Robin's dark hair had landed on your shoulder. She'd been sleeping quietly next to you for a few minutes.

Damn. Now you were sure. He had caught you. Cautiously, your gaze drifted back.

Law's gaze was also averted but his cheeks were blushed. And his gorgeous eyes had disappeared behind his cap again.

Law's chest was suddenly incredibly warm. Why hadn't he been paying more attention? Of course you'd catch him staring at you. Hopefully you didn't think anything bad of him. Nothing would be worse than that.

You were probably used to being stared at. The cook could hardly take his eyes off you three Strawhat ladies. But had Law just looked at you the same way? As he pulled his coat closer around him, he hoped fervently that his eyes didn't turn into hearts every time he looked in your direction.

With the most serious expression he could fake in this moment, he tried again.

But he hadn't expected your eyes to still be on him. Law was turning as red as a tomato. The warm feeling was everywhere again. And now he really couldn't be sure if his gray eyes hadn't turned into big hearts.

Because you were looking at him. And he looked back.

A small smile flitted across your face.

And Law awkwardly smiled back.

The cold and the storm were long forgotten. While the others were freezing and dreaming of warm summer light or cozy blankets,

two pirates were infinitely warm.

[crowandmousewritingco]

If You're Reading This

Pairing: Joel Miller x nb!reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Rating: PG-13, there's no spice. It's all angst bay-beeeeeee

Summary: You met Joel while out on a 'hunting run', you startle him and in return he almost shoots you. After everything settles the two of you get to talking and decide to stay in contact one of the only ways, via letters. Over the time writing each other, you grow feelings for him, and learn things about yourself that you don't know how he'll handle. Telling him, he goes silent, but you refuse to give up hope. Will your hope be enough to keep you going?

Author: Mod Crow (Got a new job so life has been ahhhhh)

Author's Note: The reader says their age. This was for @burntheedges' Roll-A-Trope! I was very back and forth on how I wanted this to play out, in the end I'm pretty happy with it.

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Warnings: Language, mentions of suicide, and mentions of raiders and guns.

Dear Joel,

Thanks for not shooting me today, I wasn’t even in my best attire to die. I’m kidding. Not about the not shooting me thing. 

It was nice really meeting someone who didn’t want to kill me or rob me. It was also nice having the help dragging a deer all the way back to this place. I only hope my butchering and fileting skills aren’t getting rusty. But hey, if they are, you said something about you showing me “the way it’s done in the big beauty of Texas” or however you worded it. I know you aren’t here, but I need you to know that I’m currently laughing. I made myself laugh. Gods, I’m losing it aren’t I?

 Anyways, I should probably start cooking myself something to eat before the sun goes down. If you ever head this way and stop at this place, you should leave me a little letter or something. Obviously, I left this one for you in an obvious spot -and that’s what you should do as well- then after that we can start putting them in more well-hidden places, we can’t have someone finding them before we have a chance to. But that’s for the next letter.

-Y.F.

P.S. Y.F. means your favorite, I know what I am, you don’t have to tell me.

Hey Smartass,

Now that I like the sound of. Oh, and drop the formality, I’m not your pen pal or some shit like that. Ellie wanted me to tell you that “if you try to replace her as my favorite, she will stab you”. I don’t pick favorites. Just so you know. I haven’t had a favorite person in a while now…

God let’s stop talking about the sad shit anymore. I saw a baby squirrel on the porch as I was walking up. I thought maybe he had lost his mama or daddy; I’m thinking that’s what he also thought because when one of his -what I can only assume- parents came back they had scared that poor little thing so bad that he damn near jumped three feet high. I was kind of wishing you could have seen it, I remember you telling me how much you loved nature and all that stuff. Don’t read into that.

Anyways, I don’t know what it’s like heading up from the southwest, but Ellie and I ran into more raiders than we normally do. I don’t know why there’s more, but I’m not liking how things are looking.  

I left you some ammo and rations hidden in the fireplace. Ellie left you something, she wouldn’t tell me, besides that it was hidden in the bathroom. That’s all she told me, so I’m guessing that means good luck. 

-Joel 

I’m not calling you my favorite, I don’t have a favorite between you two nuisances 

Dear party-pooper,

Yes, that’s what I’m calling you from now on, you fucking party-pooper. ANYWAYS, I found your stash, thanks. The ammo was a life saver…literally…the rations could have at least been a good one. You left me some beef jerky (the only good thing in that damn ration), some stale ass cracker, and some unidentifiable fruit-like substance. 

The raiders though, they’ve actually been better. Based on my guess, I think they might have migrated up your way. If you think it’s getting too bad for a bit, I get that, don’t feel pressured to write me back whenever you’re here next. 

On a lighter note, Ellie hid a book that she’d think I’d like. So far, her shot in the dark has struck bull’s-eye. Tell her I said thank you. As for where she hid it -you’re gonna love this- she pulled the medicine cabinet off the upstairs bathroom’s wall, knocked out a small bit of drywall, and hid it in the wall before replacing the cabinet. It took me far longer than it should have, but who the fuck would look behind the cabinet on the wall? The cabinet, mind you, looked like it had never been pulled off the wall. Fuck, I really gotta give her credit for how creative she is with hiding places. You should take notes. Your hiding spots in the past have been…kinda in plain sight. Love you old man, but you suck at hiding. Expect, I give you credit to this last drop, up the chimney fluke. Maybe you still have it in you after all, old man.

Anyways…I left some things for you in the door of the fridge. It’s not much this time, things have been rough at this place. We let in this new couple, and they’ve been super suspicious. The first night they were here, the woman -Gabrielle- was found snooping around in the owner of the farm’s wife’s dresser. Gabrielle couldn’t give us a straight answer as to why she was snooping. That wasn’t even the weirdest bit, that same night the man -Kenneth- was snooping around in ALL of our shit. I woke up at gods only know, probably 3 or 4 in the morning. I didn’t think he got any of shit. I didn’t look though, and that’s on me. He got away with most of the things I was going to give you, what he didn’t take is hidden for you. I left Ellie some magazines I found about alternative bands from before the pandemic. I don’t even know if she knows what alternative music is, gods you probably don’t know what alternative music is. I’ll explain that to you in person one of these days. 

-Your favorite nuisance 

You fucking child, 

You and Ellie act like the exact same person sometimes I swear. Sometimes I feel like it’s just Ellie leaving me these notes. 

Forget all that, you said that the ammo I stashed for you came in handy? What happened? Are you okay? Were you injured? What happened to the other guy? That’s something I would have paid to see. If half of what the shit you’ve said in the past were true, then you’re a pretty good aim. 

What you left me enough, the granola was honestly a god sent. You have no idea how boring coffee was getting. Ellie also said -and I quote- “Hell yeah these bitches look sick.” I have no idea where she’s heard that, because it sure as hell wasn’t me. 

Backtracking -kind of- I know we’ve talked raiders, how have those fucking clickers been? I think because of that “migration” or whatever the hell you called it, they’ve been out there killing those fuckers while they snuck through the shadows. Our raider problem went up, but the clicker problem. It’s been too quiet recently. But following that thought, your raider problem went down, so that means your clicker problem got worse. Didn’t it? Fuck… You’re a pain in my ass, but I like this banter I get to have. You should come with Ellie and I back to our little place. It isn’t much, but Ellie’s been complaining that where we are isn’t “comfortable”. I swear she says what she says just to test my patience. But, yeah, Ellie would love it. She’d never shut up and it wouldn’t be me for once. Just give us the when and we’ll meet you here.

-Joel M.

Hey grumpy,

I think I like this nickname the best so far. I do swear one thing to you grumps, I am 100% NOT Ellie. I’m your…something. I’ve been kinda held up in my room at the farm this past week. I’ve been thinking about some things after the raiders. That’s not something I lied about; I am a pretty good shot. So was the leader of the little gang. He was 100% aiming for my head, I’m only alive because I got lucky. He drew his gun quicker than I did, he aimed quicker than I could, and he pulled that fucking trigger before I could…His gun jammed. It took me a minute to even register that I was still alive. When I realized though, gods, was I ready. Almost dying makes you really think about how you want to be remembered by people. 

I don’t even know if what I’m thinking would make sense to you. Ellie might, but all she’s ever known is…well whatever it is she grew up knowing. These are things that I haven’t thought about since…fuck, well before the outbreak. Bare with me as I try to figure out to explain this in writing that isn’t going to be a fucking novel. 

Actually, before I do that, I want to get this out there first. if you aren’t sure you want to be a part of this emotional blah, I got lucky. Ken left his bag open in Gabrielle’s room right next to her bag in her room! What’s even better? Neither of them were anywhere near the bags, Gabrielle was helping with dinner and Ken was helping with fence repair. I left you just under half of the ammo they had -hey, gotta keep myself safe- and Ken’s utility hatchet like thing (you’ll see what I mean). I also snatched you some more granola. I have no idea how this old couple is doing it, but they have so many oats. They also have a fucking bee house! You know what that means? Fresh honey! And just for you grumps, I snatched a mason jar for the two of you. Honey’s also good for a sore throat. I know it’s getting cold out there. I’ve actually been knitting (I know, I must be lying about my age. I’m not, I swear. I learned how to knit because of my grandma. When I was probably six or seven, I made a huge deal out of wanting to learn to do what my grandma was doing. So, she taught me. After the outbreak, I needed something to do with my hands, otherwise things…things would be incredibly different right now. Gods, sorry about the ramble.) some scarves for the two of you. You have no idea how much yarn got left behind in the stores. If after you read this, you decide you still want me to go with you I will. We can do it the weekend after next. Next week is my birthday and Marieann and George (the old couple of the farm) told me that it was “my day to relax and rest up after the hard year.” Who am I to go against what a sweet old lady tells me to do? That being said, I don’t like not knowing what’s going on and how the two of you are doing. At this point, what’s even the point of keeping track of birthdays anymore? Like, “Yay I lived another horrid year on this dying hunk of space rock, can’t wait to suffer through another one! Anyways, I'm sneaking out past curfew to leave you a note if the plan has changed. Anywho…I found more magazines for Ellie. I’ve hid them in the pantry. She’s smart. Your is hidden in the basement behind that dresser, it’s the same idea as what the kid did in the upstairs bathroom cabinet.

Back to the emotional blah…If anything I write doesn’t make sense, you can try asking Ellie. She may know. Gods, I thought it would be easier to write this out, not having to see your weathered (ignore that) expression change. To what? I don’t know. Anything? Fuck it…Joel when we meet, I thought I had figured myself out. When I met you, I was sure I was a woman. I don’t think that I am…I’m not a man either though. I’m neither? I don’t know how to explain this. Okay, so I was she/her when we met, you were -and still are- he/him. Well, if I’m neither of them I have to have a way to refer to myself, right? I do, instead of she or he, I’m…them. Or they! Well, it’s more like both, they/them. Gods I’m shaking so bad right now haha, I’m just really scared of losing you two…You two have been the first good thing since this shitstorm started. I know I can’t make you write me back, but I can ask you to at least leave me something saying you’ll either come back and write a new note or some kind of…I don’t know sign? That doesn’t feel like the right word, but note isn’t the word I want to use…I don’t know Joel, just please leave something. I don’t care how long it takes; I’ll keep coming back till I get another note from you. Even if that means I die doing this because you chose to leave, and I wouldn’t hate you for it. 

That’s all I’ve to say. I really do…like you Joel, when thinking, remember I am the person from all of those letters and the few times we met.

-Your Raven no    Magpie also no Crow now that’s one I like

Joel, 

Hey, I came back this weekend, I’m 26 now! Yay! I’m not going to lie; I’m terrified right now. The clickers are getting worse around the farm, they aren’t too bad on the way here yet, but I know they will be.

I checked to see if you took the stuff, and you did. I saw that Ellie left me a comic book and a band shirt from one of those mags I gave her. I can’t believe she was able to find one, let alone one in my size. I also saw that you left me some ammo and another ration. I know it isn’t much, but it’s something. It gives me hope, and that’s all most of us have nowadays. Along with that hope, I also hope that you'll come back again. If that’s the case, I’ve left you both some things, same places as last. 

Joel, for you, more granola (enough for the both of you), a scarf for you, some peach preserves (Marieann opened up some preserves she had made to be opened about this time), and some bread I baked. I warn the bread isn’t pretty, but with the chill, it should last a bit longer.

For Ellie, her scarf, a couple of mangas I found (this will be fun to hear how that goes), a Swiss army knife I found on a dead raider (I know it’s gruesome, but it’s the world we live in now), and a slightly used deck of cards. I felt like she could find a way to entertain herself why you do whatever it is you do when you want to be alone.

-Your hope filled Crow

Hey again,

You took the things again, and you left some more for me. It’s still something. No matter how little. It just hit me, these letters are going to be getting shorter and shorter until I hear from you huh?

Should I even keep writing to you? Maybe don’t answer that. Or do. You take all the time you need. I’m leaving you guys some more things, the same place as before.

-Your Crow

Hey, 

I’m sorry about how long it took, I’ll be honest, I didn’t understand at all, and it freaked me out a bit. I asked Ellie if she they understood it and they did. They also came to realize that about themselves too. No, I don't fully understand it, but I’m willing to learn.

Thanks for the scarves, they’ve really helped with the chill at night. Ellie was so intrigued by that one that I’m guessing was the manga. I have no idea if they figured it out, but they’re having a blast trying. 

The clickers have been a bit more active around us too. I wonder where they’re all coming from though. 

Ellie and I are ready to head out, just tell us when. We’ve gathered all we could, the rest of the stuff we’re leaving is replaceable. Thanks to your scarf we’ve managed to carry a bit more stuff, not the way you meant for them to be used but they’re multifaceted. 

I don’t know if Ellie has anything to leave, but I’m assuming it’s in the bathroom. I don’t have much to leave, I found some yarn. I just happened upon it when looting some cars on the main road. I also found a broken bow. I don’t know if you can fix it, but maybe that old man, George(?) could fix it, or maybe someone else in the house. They’re in the basement, it’s the only place they’d fit. 

I want to help you keep that hope alive. I have one of my own, I hope we can get somewhere warm and safe together.

Joel, with…

Holy fuck,

Joel, you came back?! Thank you fuck…thank you. If you could see me, I am a mess right now. Gods you’d get a kick. 

I wasn’t able to fix the bow, but George was! I guess he used to bow hunt back in the day. He said it may take him a bit; he has to dig out his tools. I’ll leave a letter the night before with an update. If you find a letter then there’s kink in the plans, if you don’t find a letter then it’s because I was there waiting, or I died. Or some other third thing, I like being dramatic sometimes. 

With this plan may be happening, I’m not leaving much. This time it’s a kindle of firewood. Dry firewood hidden in the sugar in a mason jar. I remember you saying you drank coffee, and you were growing tired of the taste. So have some sugar, make it sweeter. Maybe add honey too. 

-Your Crow

Dear Joel,

I know you hate the formality of these kinds of letters, but for once, just let it be. See the thing is I’m writing this as a “worst case scenario” kinda thing… I started writing about an hour ago for me, gods only know how long it’s been for you. To put in perspective the time difference, I’m writing this the same day I read your letter you had left, the letter about the plans about me coming with the two of you to find somewhere else. 

I don’t know what has happened to me to force my hand in leaving this letter, but if I had to take a shot in the dark, I’ve probably been shot by other survivors. I’ve been bitten. If I remember, I’ll try to come back and write what really happened. Anyways, I know we had a plan, I also know that you’re a strong man. You don’t need me; I would have just slowed you down. So now you have to promise me you’ll keep that kid safe. Oh, and if you happen to find yourself in Omaha -I know we’re several hundred miles away, but you never know- stop by 1004 Cicada drive. It’s where I was living when all of the shit hit the fan. Now, I won’t be there to give you the tour, so you better not go tracking mud or anything inside. 

Look, there are some things in that house that I think could be beneficial to you, I know you’ll find what you need. I have some things out in the garage, there’s some other things in the attic, and then there’s some things down in the basement’s crawl space. Now, it’s going to be dusty and dirty down there, but back before all of this, it was a beautiful basement. I had just finished painting it that beautiful blue color that has since been destroyed by some fucking raiders. Fuck, look at me gushing over my old basement. I must really sound like some weird fucker, huh? 

Anyways, if I’m dead and that’s why you’re reading this, I just wanted to tell you some things…Where do I even start? I guess I’ll start light, that’s what you do right? I don’t know why I keep asking questions, I don’t know your answers to them. Gods do I wish I did know your answers, writing this with the unknown has been killing me. If you could see me right now, you’d have a pretty good laugh, I’m shaking like the last fall leaf in a big dying tree in the middle of a tornado. Fuck, I’m rambling…Look I’m really happy we ran into each other when we did, that day you almost shot me in the forest -behind this decrepit house- I lied to you. You asked me why I was out there, I told you I was looking for some animals to catch. I wasn’t…I couldn’t take any more of this bullshit. So, I was gonna beat the zombies to my death, and I wasn’t giving them the satisfaction of bringing me back to be some brainless creature monster. I was going to paint a bit of the forest with gray matter. When you insisted on helping me because you also needed food, I was honestly kinda pissed. But now? Now I’m happy you stuck around. Joel, I don’t wanna make you feel any type of way but…You are the only reason I’m still here on this shithole of a planet. Also…you sticking around had affected me in ways I wasn’t expecting…Joel thanks to you Joel, spending all of that time with you, getting to actually know you, exchanging stories, all of that shit. All of that meant means far more than you could understand, and in that time, I grew to fell in love with you Joel. 

I should have told you in person not through a piece of paper. I know there isn’t much I can say now…. but I am sorry. I wish I could have told you in person, I really do, I wish I could have heard your lips say it back. I can only imagine how your raspy, yet honeysuckle sweet voice would say those three words “I. Love. You.” Gods the thought of it…

Anyways, if I keep going, I might accidently write you a book. For whatever reason it is that made me tell you where to find this, I’m happy I got to meet you when I did. Make sure to tell Ellie I said hi. You make sure you keep that girl safe or so Gods help you, Joel Miller. 

-Your Crow, with love

P.S. Joel I don’t know how much longer I have till I turn, but I just wanted to say before I die, I love you Joel, tell Ellie I love her too. I left you my remaining ammo and handgun. I left Ellie my lucky bullet casing -we both know she’ll love it- and my bracelet, the one with that little metal rabbit foot charm. You have no idea how excited I was to leave that lonely farm. I would finally be with people I cared about and who cared about me. Like who actually cared about me. 

I had a weird feeling that this is how things would go, so I planned. I know I’m leaving you my handgun and ammo. The handgun only has one bullet right now. You can fill it the rest of the way and leave, or you can do what I was too scared to do in the end…Kill me. Right now, I’m in the kitchen writing this. I don’t feel good, I feel like someone beat me with a lead pipe. My head is throbbing, and I can’t tell if I’m sweating because I’m hot with a fever, or if because of a cold chill. 

I thought I’d have a bit of time, you know, write you some more, pour my heart out on paper for you, but I don’t. It wasn’t a deep bite, but it was a bite, nonetheless. I tried to sneak past this clicker, I was doing so well until I lost my balance and stumbled, twisting my ankle. I didn’t try to fight it, I thought I’d have better luck running back here. I didn’t…  

I love you Joel, I really really ….

*Joel’s POV*

Your writing at the end was practically ineligible, trailed off almost. Joel wasn’t quite sure, what he was sure of, was the feeling of his heart break. An all too familiar break, one he hadn’t felt since Sarah’s mom…

Joel quickly and silently tore his path through the house, he was certain that you were playing some kind of sick cruel joke. 

“Joel. Joel! Come on man,” Joel could hear Ellie, but for some reason his legs wouldn’t stop. He had to prove Ellie wrong, that’s why. Yeah, that makes sense. “Joel, Jesus fucking Christ. STOP!” Hearing Ellie’s loud voice had pulled him to a halt. 

“Joel, I know you loved them man, I did too. I don’t know what hell-bent path you’re on, but you aren’t going to find them okay. I know,” Joel looked to Ellie, his unfocused eyes taking a moment. When his eyes finally focused, he could see it, he could see the tears that were pouring from Ellie’s face. That’s when he realized he too was crying. “I looked for them after I found their rabbit’s foot bracelet. I think they’re in the basement, the door is locked or jammed. I can’t get it open.” Joel swallowed the pained howls that wanted to rip through his tired body. Clearing his throat, Joel quickly wiped his face on his jacket sleeve. 

“You stay up here; I’ll get it figured out. No matter what, I don’t care if you're curious or something else, don’t under any circumstances come down there am I clear?” Joel clenched his jaw, he needed something to focus on something, so why not something he can do. 

Ellie never responded verbally, but Joel saw the stiff nod. Turning from Ellie Joel tried to make quick work of finding the things you left. It took him far less time than he expected. Joel also found a key; one he could only assume you left. It wasn’t particularly noteworthy or showy, but if he had to guess, it would unlock that basement door. Was that even something he wanted to do? Kill you? Or rather, kill the already dead you? 

Heading back to the dining room, Joel looked at the things he had found in the house. The one catching his attention first? Your handgun. The one with only one bullet loaded in it. Picking up the gun, Joel examined it in his hand, the handle was worn, faint groves noticeable to the touch. The metal on it had definitely seen better days, days when the metal was clean and before it was used in all of this shit. 

Swallowing the lump in his throat down, Joel took the key -along with the gun- to the basement door. Standing there, Joel simply stared at the handle. God only knows how long he stood there, but hearing Ellie walk into the dining room, pulled him back to the doorknob in hand. Gripping the gun tighter, Joel carefully put the key into the knob. Giving it a trying twist, Joel felt it resist for a second, before a soft ‘click’ could be heard. Gripping the knob, Joel twisted it slowly and carefully pulled the door open. There wasn’t a single sound coming from the basement, maybe you had found a way to do this. Something he was now dreading. Readying the gun, Joel carefully made his way down the stairs, trying to be as light as possible on his feet. 

Once his feet hit the basement floor, Joel clicked on his flashlight. The basement wasn’t huge by any means, but it did have a smaller room off the back wall. Walking towards the doorway, Joel practically held his breath to listen for the all too well known cl-

The sound of clicking slowly filling the air as he grew closer. The sound put him to a stop. Can he really do this? Yes, because you shouldn’t have to be one of them. Clenching his jaw Joel continued on. 

In the doorway, Joel could barely make out the shadow of you, or at least what used to be you. It was kind of hard to tell for certain where the bite was for certain, but it seemed as if it was your shoulder. As he stood there, Joel was silent, he wanted to remember what you were like, this wasn’t you and he knew that. You were gone by now, long gone and he knew that. Raising the gun, Joel closed his eyes for a moment. Opening his eyes, Joel cocked the handgun, the click of the hammer grabbing your attention. Staring at what used to be your face, Joel could feel the tears run down his face. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t quicker my Crow.” His last word punched through the silence, with the loud echo of a spent shell.

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In This Together | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: The beginning of your journey through parenthood with Eddie

Content: pregnancy fic (reader finds out she’s pregnant), mentions of nausea and throwing up, fluff, use of y/n

Word Count: 1.9K

a/n: so this is the first part “series” and if you have any requests/things you would like to read for this please let me know and i will be more than happy to oblige!

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For the past week, life has been throwing you punches left and right. 

On your way home from work one night, your car decided that in the middle of a thunderstorm would be the perfect time to break down. Luckily, your mechanic husband came to the rescue. Unluckily, he ordered chinese takeout for dinner to cheer you up, which led to you getting food poisoning. 

You’ve had to call off of work for the past five days due to being ill. Somehow, Eddie must’ve skipped on the side dish of foodborne illness because he never ended up getting sick. 

Eddie has been picking up a few extra shifts this week because you were so stressed about missing work and the effect that would have on your paycheck. Honestly, money hasn’t been much of an issue lately, but he insisted on working so his chance for a promotion would increase. 

You’ve been an emotional wreck without him lately. Every time he leaves you feel like he’s going off to war and you have no idea when he’ll return. He thinks it’s adorable while you think you’re going insane. Sometimes throughout the day you’ll spray his cologne, even though the scent has been making you a bit queasy for some reason. 

You haven’t been able to keep any food down, so you decided to give your mom a call and ask for her special soup recipe. She always made it when a friend or family member was sick and you swear it has healing powers. 

“Hi, mom. it’s me” you say, voice hoarse from all the throwing up. 

“Hi, sweetie. you sound awful, is everything okay?” 

Tears immediately fill your eyes when she asks. Your period must be coming soon because your emotions have been all over the place.

“Not really. I’ve had food poisoning and I can’t keep anything down, so I just wanted the recipe for your soup” 

“Oh, honey. Is Eddie there to make it for you?”

“N-no. he’s working like all the time recently because he’s up for a promotion and I just miss him so much that I think I'm losing my mind and I'm also starving but the thought of eating anything makes me want to puke '' you sob. 

“y/n, are you pregnant?” 

“what? no i’m not preg-” your voice drifts as realization hits you. You missed your period last month, but chalked it up to stress and this month is halfway over and you still haven’t gotten it. 

“y/n? are you there?” 

“y-yeah i’m here. I just, um, I think I need to sit down.” 

“I’m coming over, honey. don’t worry everything will be okay” 

In shock, you hang up the phone without saying another word. Could you really be pregnant? I mean, let’s be honest you and Eddie go at it like rabbits, so it shouldn’t be a surprise, but it is. 

You and Eddie have discussed having kids on many occasions, but you both agreed to wait until the time was right. You wanted to move into a bigger house, nothing too fancy that you’d be paying off for the rest of your lives, but one big enough for your little rascals to run around. All you ever both wanted was a house filled with love and laughter, no matter how big or small. 

_

After anxiously sitting in silence, your mom walks through the door with handfuls of grocery bags and she looks just about as frazzled as you do. 

“yep. you’re pregnant.” is the first thing she says and you groan. “how do you know? Are you secretly psychic or something?” 

“all mothers are psychic, you’ll find that out very soon. So, I bought all the fixins for my soup, three pregnancy tests, and a gallon of water. Drink up, i’ll start cooking”

You pour yourself a glass of water and chug until there isn’t a drop left in the cup. 

“I can’t believe I’m gonna be a grandma! Between Eddie’s hair and your eyes, this baby is going to be beautiful.” 

“Alright, I’ll go take the tests but please don’t get your hopes up” 

In reality, you had your hopes up too. The thought of having a baby that was a mix of you and Eddie was the most amazing thing you could ever think of. You hoped they’d have his eyes, which if your kid is anything like their dad, they will use those big, brown eyes against you.

Maybe this hypothetical baby will even have a passion for music and Eddie can teach them how to play guitar. You can see it now. Your baby wouldn’t even be a year old before Eddie tried to form a family band. 

“Don’t look at the first test until you take the other two!” your mother shouts as you disappear into the bathroom. 

You take a deep breath to calm yourself after you're done and the anticipation is killing you. This plastic stick is holding the answer to your future and you still had two more to take before you could find out. 

_

Almost a gallon of water and three pregnancy tests later, the pink sticks lay face down on the bathroom sink counter. 

“Will you look for me? I can’t do it” 

“Let’s do it together, okay? This is a wonderful experience” your mom squeezes your hand and you try to gather yourself. 

On the count of three, you each pick one up and you gasp when you turn it around. 

Two pink lines

Two. Pink. Lines

“It’s positive!” you shriek, anxiety replaced with glee. “Are they all positive?” you scan over all three and they show the same result.

You start to cry again, but this time it’s happy tears. Like the tears you cried when Eddie told you he loved you for the first time, then again when he got down on one knee, and also when he vowed to love you for the rest of his life no matter what, a promise he’s yet to break and you are confident he never will. 

Your mom also begins to cry tears of joy while giving  a hug. She was right, this is a wonderful experience. 

When the thought crossed your mind during the phone call earlier, you were horrified. Now, you realize there’s nothing to be scared of. You’re having a baby with the man you love more than anything. 

“When are you going to tell him? I don’t know how long I can keep this in!” she exclaims 

“I’m telling him tonight I don’t think I can wait longer than that. But, please don’t say anything to anyone until we’re ready” 

“I won’t. Now, tell me how you’re gonna tell him!” 

_ 

Once your mom left, you decided to make yourself more presentable and set up a nice dinner for when Eddie got home. He would be home any minute and you were oozing with excitement. 

The table was set, soup was on the stove, and you had put the tests in a gift bag with some tissue paper. 

You had no worries about Eddie reacting badly to this news and not only did that soothe your nerves, it also reaffirmed that being with him was the best decision you ever made. 

You hear his vehicle pull into the driveway and you scurry over to the door, ready to greet him the second he walks in. 

“Eddie!” you squeal, throwing your arms around his neck right when he comes inside. “hey, baby” he arms wrap around your waist and pulls you into him. “How are you feeling?” he pulls back slightly to put his hand on your forehead to check if you have a temperature. 

“So much better now that you’re home” you nuzzle into him and bask in the feeling of his presence. “Sweetheart, you didn’t have to make dinner. you’re sick” he pouts and you can’t resist the urge to kiss him. He tastes like spearmint gum with a hint of the chapstick you force him to wear because his lips are too pretty to be chapped. 

“My mom came over and made it, actually. she says hi, by the way” you lead him over to the couch and sit down. “Her special soup? fuck yeah” he says and you giggle at the enthusiasm. 

“So, I was gonna wait until dinner but I have a present for you” you say, giddily. “A present for lil ol’ me? oh you didn’t have to, darlin’” he says in a fake southern accent. “Stay here, you goof” 

You return to the living room, gift bag in hand and a big smile on your face. Eddie hasn’t seen your smile much since you got “food poisoning” and it’s the best present he can think of. For now, at least. 

“Don’t just stare at me! Open it!” you excitedly demand as you stand in front of him where he’s sat on the couch. 

“you’re just so goddamn pretty. i missed that smile” fuck, you love him so much. If you weren’t so nauseous and in anticipation for him to find out you're pregnant you’d take him to the bedroom and show him just how much you appreciate him. 

“Eddie, I love you, but if you don’t open it right now I’ll make sure to never smile again” you threaten and try not to smile, but you can’t help it. After all these years, you still feel the same way you did on your first date with him. Absolutely lovesick. 

“Jeez, no need for threats, Mrs. Munson” he teases and you playfully roll your eyes. 

He tears through the tissue paper like it’s christmas morning and stops in his tracks once he looks in the bag. 

“Is this?” He pulls out each test and stares intently at each one. “Are you?” He looks up at you with wide eyes and apparently he’s lost the ability to form a sentence. “yeah. we’re having a baby” and here come the waterworks again. Damn hormones. 

His hand rests on your stomach and you cover his hand with your own. “Are you okay with that?” you whisper and he stands up, hand still on your belly. “I’m - fuck- I thought I’d be scared shitless when this day came, but I’m not. Are you okay with this?” 

“I’m a little scared when I think of things like how we’re gonna have to move eventually and ya know, the whole childbirth part that’s probably gonna rip me to shreds, but I’m happy. Really happy” 

“Me too and I think I’m gonna get that promotion to manager, which comes with a huge raise. We’ve been saving up for this since we got married, babe. We’re gonna be fine, okay?”

“I’m gonna get huge” you whine and he chuckles then presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I know. think about how big your tits are gonna get” he jokes. “Eddie! this is supposed to be sentimental!” you chide with a laugh. “But, seriously. Are you still gonna love me when I'm all swollen and grumpy? or when I make you get me ice cream at two in the morning?” 

“First of all, you already make me get you ice cream at two in the morning. Second, you’re carrying our baby. If anything, I'm going to love you even more” he promises and pulls you into a loving hug. 

“Is it okay that I’m somewhat terrified?” you ask, words a little muffled from your face being buried in his chest. 

“I am too, but we’re in this together, yeah?” he assures you.

“yeah. together”

_

my baby fever has been through the roof lately i can’t wait to write more of these :)))

_

[maybeimamuppet]

i give you permission to ramble about any mean girls headcanons you like and why

PEOPLE KEEP ASKING ME ABOUT HEADCANONS AND I GET SO EXCITED BECAUSE I HSVE SO MANY AND RHEN THEY ALL LEAVE MY BRAIN AND I GET SO SAD!!!!!!! i need to update my list because the people that live in my brain now do not align with that so much anymore

anyway

1: i love when cady is absolutely fascinated by the most mundane american thing. i love it it’s fantastic and delicious. her favorite thing in the entire world is a shopping cart. how can you not love her.

2: i am OBSESSED with janis’ hair NOT being dip dyed (in american stage version tbc). it is blonde because she dyed it as a plastic and keeps it out of spite because she knows it adds to the aesthetic regina would absolutely despise. the anger is stored in the hair.

3: for some reason i’m obsessed with giving cady deceased siblings. the first one was literally just because i wanted laylas middle name to have some significance. that’s it. but the more i think about it the more she just seems like that fits? and i think i’ve done it at least three times so far

4: in a similar vein i’m so into having janis raised by a single parent. and also damian but his is canon

5: karen has so much untapped angst potential. “and how when coach carr tells me he has an ‘open marriage’ that his wife probably doesn’t know that they do!” BABYGIRL WHY IS HE TELLING YOU HE HAS AN OPEN MARRIAGE HM

6: i am very into (recently, still very unexplored) the idea of aaron and janis being stepsiblings or something like that and cady’s just like hhhhhthiswholefamilyishot

7: aaron is a drag queen as an adult. nuff said.

8: i’m also really into giving people the most mundane useless quirks that most of the time i don’t even mention. cady never wears matching socks. janis does yarn crafts when she’s angry. damian will not rest until he gets that one specific judy garland playbill from 1937 (i made up a year pls don’t yell at me). cady is the one who can’t cook in all of her relationships. janis hits the ceiling a concerning amount when she goes bowling. cady wears contacts. regina can juggle. gretchen is a closet tech nerd and loves programming. karen makes a killer fruit punch. regina is terrified of babies. damian kicked out janis’ baby teeth during a tap routine. the little things.

9: cadnis specific one but i LOVE when janis is the one who keeps begging for a pet and cady is like “babe do you have any idea how much work pets are. where did you even find that raccoon now we have to go get you a rabies shot”

10: and arguably the one i love most is cady being totally down for “weird” relationships. she’s got ideas of love that haven’t been altered by any western media. qpr? with the right person/people she’s down! dating a girl? hell yeah! enby? why not! she’s got a few questions but they’re still cute! polyamory? hell yeah more love to go around! i fully believe she just would love so hard she’s just willing to try whatever she can get and respects the hell out of more taboo relationships :) as long as it’s between consenting adults and whatnot ofc. safety and love are her top priorities

[probablyintensemuses]

INCOMING: A DESPERATE COLLEGE STUDENTS OATHBOUND PREDICTIONS!!!!

CC @mageofspace__ on IG

TRACY!! I JUST FELL TO MY KNEES IN THE MIDDLE OF WALMART! THE WHOLE GANG!! I’m so happy to see Valec, Alice, Will, & Mariah in the flesh like wtf! But while we are here, I want to talk about some of my Oathbound predictions…because I can. ❤️⚔️💙

P.S. IF YOU HAVEN’T READ LB OR BM I SUGGEST YOU DO NOT CONTINUE! Spoilers ahead!

• Okay first, I truly believe that Bree has had her squire and kingsmage all along, Nick and Sel. I mean just with the relationships between those three, there is no way it goes any other way.

also, Alice will wake from her coma and have somehow inherited powers from Will as she was LITERALLY breathing his aether signature in. Like I’m not 100% sure how that would work, but we’ve seen it in media before, take Monica Rambeau and Wanda’s hex for an example! Maybe that interaction with magic will awaken Alice's own unique magic too, or maybe it's closely related to Bree again how the Mesmer did too in LB.

Regardless, when she awakens I think bby girl will be given an even more important role in the finale of this series. Maybe like being Will's squire...

• it’s going to come out that not only is shadow daddy, IYKYK not spoiling for potential new readers who have no sense of self-preservation and are reading this anyways, is not only Sel's father but VALECHEZ’s! Like not only would that be pure comedy considering how they were at each other's NECKS in BM, but it makes sense as to why Sel was succumbing to his demonia so fast, faster than others, maybe because a little more demon than others…

•I think this new magic system that Tracy is cooking up is going to tap into Natasia and Faye’s relationship a bit more and even Sel and Bree’s.

I also think it’s going to be the solution to not only Sel’s demonia, but Bree’s bloodmark, and even abatement and all these fucking legendborn oaths. I mean think about the word OATH, practically meaning something one HAS to abide by. Vera took an oath of sorts with the blood mark “one daughter at a time for all time.” The legend born and their oath of service and all this, as I call it, greedy magic which shortens their life spans, the Merlins too! What if, just what if, Faye and Natasia found a way to combine both their forms of magic (root + aether + blood craft) and created something entirely new? Something so potent and powerful, defying these “oaths” or what you could call them, curses, to cure all these things…and what if since Bree is from Faye’s lineage, sel from Natasia, what if they can do it together too.

• I think we will learn more about the Morgaine. More on Nick….hmm. A lot of LB fans keep calling him boring, but with his mom's disappearance, and the fact that Tracy is too good of an author to simply leave his arc hanging, I don't trust it. Maybe he will even go rogue, I'm not too sure ATP, but don't sleep on Nick!

• Lastly for my final predictions…more like a pipe dream. I really, for the life of me, need Bree to pull a Wanda from episodes 8-9 of WandaVision with Shadow Daddy.

We know Bree is smart and clever, this ain’t new! So, I need her to take what she has learned from shadow daddy, and then pull a clean uno reverse, and get out of there! EXPEDITIOUSLY!

Then from there, I need her to find Sel and Nastia (preferably in some cute cabin in the woods, and Natasia needs to be a MILF) this revelation of Bree's survival prompts Natasia to discuss the above ^^^ She and Bree get to work! Sel is now cured and they can get these oaths removed!!! Once these oaths are removed, the REGENTS ARE TOAST, TOR TOO! Then we get to work on Camlann in book 4! Cuz that’s how tf Tracy does it! Period!!

THESE ARE JUST MY PREDICTIONS, NONE OF THESE ARE CANON!! All I have to say is I'm fucking so excited about this book and even though it's still two years out I'm trusting Tracy's expertise to bring us something DE-LI-CIOUS! Also is it too much to ask that if this is adapted for television to have it animated, we know how much Tracy loves and takes influence from anime... it's only fair, and I feel can make for a more accurate and dynamic visual medium.

That's all for now. PEACE.

[klucis]

So…season 4B, eh?

I’m the kind of person that doesn’t like to pile on something without suggesting a better alternative. Therefore, after reading everyone’s takes on what was done wrong and how they would have done it differently, I’ve finally decided to throw my own 2c in, too.

Before I get to ‘my version’, I must comment on some of the most glaring moments of 4B in which the bag was monumentally fumbled with JJ and Jiara.

1. All of the near death experiences of JJ falling into water. First, the villain boat night trip. Second, being left to die by Groff at the sea. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE that Kiara, JJ’s girlfriend, has 0 reaction??? Especially because we have the exact same scenarios to compare it to from previous seasons. Aka, the infamous ‘sup?’ scene from season 2 or the bike crash scene from season 3. Girlie was so worried. Now we don’t even get a hug??? It is so weird, that it pulled me out of the story. Those are not two people in love, or even two people who are friends. That’s the reaction one would have about a coworker at best.

2. JJ and Sarah almost dying at sea. John B runs to Sarah the millisecond he sees them. Kiara doesn’t even stand up??? What?! That was so bizarre I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I don’t know how to possibly read it as anything other than “I don’t care”.

3. Another peak stupidity moment - why would JJ turn his back to Groff who was just threatening Kiara with a knife? He’s always had above average survival instinct and reflexes, what was that? How about you get away from the lunatic who’s already tried to kill you once before the emotional reunion? Beyond stupid. Just out of character and bad, no excuse there.

4. JJ abandoning all of his spidey senses when road tripping with Groff and acting so incredibly out of character that it was sad to watch. Where all the trust issues go? It’s BAD writing.

5. JJ having to open his mother’s casket… literally why? What was the point. I am literally speechless. Haven’t seen this much unnecessary suffering bestowed upon a character since reading A Little Life.

Now here’s how I would have done it. The three main variables I’m working with are i) Rudy is leaving; ii) Rudy and Madison have some sort of an issue and need to touch as little as possible; iii) Netflix demands a fifth season.

1. As much as I loved the slow burn of Jiara in the first 2 seasons and even the 3rd, given the actor drama, clearly it’s impossible to have those two as a couple. So during the 2 years time jump have them give the relationship a try and ultimately decide that it can’t work. Continue on the season 3 line of JJ being freaked out about letting Kie that close and ultimately she’s afraid to lose him as a friend and mess up the group dynamic too, so they call it quits. When we meet them after the time jump they are no longer together, but there are lingering feelings communicated through stares + the awkwardness between the actors (which we all felt) would work in favour of this plotline if interpreted as ‘it’s awkward to touch you / be near you, because we have crossed that line and maybe a part of me still wants that’. It would also work perfectly well with JJs other plotlines and the sense “that everything I touch turns to shit”. No romantic touching really has to be involved at all. Drama averted.

2. Turn up the volume of the found family trope. My jaw dropped when we got that 6second scene from the Pogelandia house with the Pogues cooking and JJ eating pasta off the wall. We needed more of that! Why didn’t we get more of that?! Maybe have that be the first year in the house when everyone was coupled up and it was “perfect”, then followed by Jiara break up and things getting rocky financially. This strengthens the idea that “good things don’t last” for JJ.

3. I think I would keep Luke as JJ’s real father but have him think that the mother chose Groff and was going to raise the baby as theirs. Have Luke really love the mother but also be incredibly resentful that she ‘didn’t chose him’, which he projected on JJ, who also looks like his mother. Then have JJ and the audience learn through Groff that actually the mother was about to leave Groff for Luke. When JJ learns of this he might go somewhere and notice a happy family of three and think of an alternate universe where that could have been his family. This could be nicely integrated with Sarah pregnancy storyline too. All this gives JJ the feeling that everything about his life was already decided when he was a baby and there is no point to his actions anymore.

4. Throughout the season, put emphasis on JJ being the last surviving heir and make it clear that while he is alive Groff will want to kill him so that he inherits all. Thus, JJ has to disappear for a while. Let’s also not forget the murder charges against him and everything. It is clear that JJ has to disappear to protect himself and his friends and to have a chance at having a full happy life in the future. In a way, JJ still sacrifices everything - can’t stay in his town, in his house with his friends/family, can’t figure out whether there is anything left between him and Kiara, etc. But he is alive. Get the tearful goodbyes and everything.

5. Then season 5 is still getting back at Groff and the Pogues making sure that JJ has a chance to come back. JJ is completely off the grid. Then at the very end, possibly after another time jump, have the Pogues be summoned by the new mysterious owner of Goat Island and learn that in fact part of it is being turned into a nature reserve. Surprise, surprise, once the Pogues get there, it turns out that JJ is the new owner and voila we get a happy ending after all the crap. Maybe throw in one more ‘Stupid things have good outcomes all the time’. Plus, have one last Jiara hug + a “Welcome home” + a loaded look implying that the year/s apart have shown them that they do belong together. Film it before Rudy leaves or negotiate him coming back for that one final episode. If thats not possible at all, then pull out the alleged body doubles and make do.

That’s my take on the situation. JJ deserved better, the story deserved better, we deserved better. This turn of events was tragic.

[writingwhimsey]

Married to The Enemy- Shingen Ch. 54

Chapter 54

“Alright, time to call it quits or we’ll end up being late,” Kenji declared as the guys finished the last game.

“Probably a good thing. Lor…Shingen looks like he’s about ready to explode.” Sasuke said, stopping himself from referring to Shingen by his title. It was harder to adapt back to the modern day than he had originally thought.

Shingen frowned at Sasuke, not because of the almost slip. “I didn’t think there was anything wrong with a man being concerned about his wife.”

“There’s not.” Sasuke replied. “I just think you haven’t been enjoying this day as much since you’ve been so worried.”

“Yeah, I’d have to agree with Sasuke here.” Kenji replied. “But I’m sure you have nothing to worry about.” The way Kenji spoke, Shingen could tell he had some idea, but didn’t seem to want to share it for whatever reason.

The three men were cleaning up and then heading out, making the walk to Mrs. Shiba’s house. When they walked in, Shingen’s nose was instantly hit with a delicious aroma. “Wow, you guys showed up a little early.” Shoko greeted them.

“By the smell of things, I’d say we’re right on time.” Kenji teased his wife. “Besides, this is the time we agreed on.”

“Yes, but I know how you usually are when it comes to games.” Shoko teased right back, poking him playfully in the ribs. “You can’t tear yourself away from them and I usually have to turn it off.”

“Yeah, well someone else was pretty anxious.” Kenji said, pointing to Shingen with his eyes.

“He was checking his phone every few seconds.” Sasuke added.

Shingen felt his face flushing slightly. He was getting ready to ask where Ava was, when she came out of the kitchen. She had a big smile on her face as she bounded over to him. 

Shingen felt himself smiling as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close for a hug. “You seem like you’re in a good mood.” He said.

Ava pulled back to smile up at him. “I’m just happy to see you.” She answered.

“Glad to see that newlywed bliss really is working out for you two.” Sasuke said, giving them both a small smile and a thumbs up.

“I don’t know why she’s acting like this.” Shoko teased. “Girl spent most of our girl time napping.”

Shingen looked at Ava with concern in his eyes. He lifted a hand to caress her cheek. “Did you really sleep that long again?” He asked.

“Yeah…but I’m fine, I promise.” She said, smiling up at him.

Shingen looked into Ava’s green eyes. He could tell she was still tired, but there was also a spark in her eyes. Something telling him that she was…excited about something. Before he could ask her about it however, Oba-san was coming out of the kitchen.

“Are you all going to just stand there, or are we having dinner? The girls and I didn’t spend all this time cooking a delicious meal to not enjoy it.” 

“And don’t forget the special dessert either.” Shoko added, winking at Ava.

Ava smiled. “Right.” She was then taking Shingen’s hand. “Come on, let’s go eat.”

Shingen smiled at her. Though he was worried, he could tell he was in a good mood. Though he had to wonder what that wink from Shoko meant about a special dessert. He knew Shoko usually teased Ava about their bedroom habits…but this didn’t seem like those other times. He would hopefully be finding out soon enough.

The group made their way into the kitchen to sit down. Shingen thought the food looked and smelled delicious. Since coming to the modern day with Ava, he hadn’t really met a dish he hadn’t liked. Though the sweets had been his favorites and always would be his favorite no matter the era.

Conversation flowed, everyone chatting as they ate. Shingen couldn’t help but to notice an excited, anticipatory energy coming off of Ava. He also couldn’t help but to notice the conspiratorial smiles shared between the three women. Clearly Ava had something big planned and her grandmother and Shoko were in on the secret.

Shingen leaned over to Ava and whispered in her ear. “What are you hiding, my angel?” He asked.

Ava shivered at his closeness, but then pouted at him…an adorable pout as far as Shingen was concerned. “You’ll just have to wait and find out.” She said, not even trying to deny it.

“So you are hiding something?”

“Not hiding…just waiting for the right moment.” Ava replied. She then kissed him on the cheek and smiled. “I promise, it will be worth the wait.”

“Hey, get a room, newlyweds.” Shoko teased. 

“Don’t make us have to splash you guys with cold water.” Kenji added.

“I don’t think it would throw them off at all.” Sasuke said, thinking about how they were in Echigo…and they’d only gotten closer since then. Poor Yukimura was going to overheat and die of secondhand embarrassment around these two when they got back.

Ava’s cheeks flushed cutely and she glared at them all.

“I don’t blame them at all.” Oba-san said. “If I were married to such a strapping man, I would constantly be getting lost in my own little world with him.”

“Oba-san…” Ava said, her cheeks only getting redder.

The dinner went on for a while until the food was gone. The ladies were then declaring it was time for tea and dessert. Shoko and Oba-san had gotten up to get the tea and sweets ready, while Ava reached for Shingen’s hand. 

“Come with me.” She told him, a big happy smile on her face.

Shingen smiled at her and stood up to follow her. She led him outside.

“Where are those two going?” Sasuke asked.

“Ava just has a little surprise for Shingen.” Shoko answered grinned. “We’ll be able to go out and join them in a few minutes.”

“Is she…” Kenji asked looking at his wife.

Shoko nodded. “Yup.”

“I knew it. From what he was saying about her being so tired.” Kenji said, grinning. 

“New what?” Sasuke asked.

“You’ll find out in a little bit.” Mrs. Shiba answered. “Now come on, let’s get the dinner plates cleaned up and the leftovers put away while they have their moment.”

Outside…

Ava led Shingen out to the backyard seating area they had been at before. There was a small box sitting on the table. “What’s this?” Shingen asked.

Ava grinned. “A very special dessert I made just for you.” She answered.

“A special dessert just for me?” Shingen asked. “And made by my lovely goddess’s own two hands?” He was reaching for her hands and placing kisses on both of them.

Ava grinned. “Come on, open it up.” She said, clearly excited about this.

“As you wish, my angel.” Shingen replied. He released her hands and flipped open the lid of the cake box. Inside was a small found cake. On top of the cake, the word “Papa” was written and then a picture of a bear below it. Shingen had learned that in the modern day, sometimes people communicated using the combination of words and pictures. “Papa…bear?”

Ava nodded. “Yes…that would be you.”

Shingen recalled Ava telling him that he was like a papa bear before…but this seemed different. “I…” It then hit him. His gray eyes widening. “Are…are you saying…”

Ava grinned and nodded again. “Yes. Papa Bear.” She answered. She then pointed to herself. “Mama Bear.” Then she rested a hand over her belly. “And baby bear.”

“This…is the most wonderful news!” Shingen declared. He wrapped his arms around Ava and pulled her in close. He peppered her face in kisses and spun her around, a huge smile on his face and his heart feeling full to bursting.

Ava giggled as she hugged him back. “I knew you’d be excited.” She said.

Shingen stopped spinning after a moment more and set Ava back on her feet, but still held her close. “You’re sure?” He asked.

Ava nodded. “Yeah…Shoko was the one who pieced it together. When I fell asleep. I explained how tired I’ve been lately and she said the last time she was that tired was when she was pregnant. So she bought me a pregnancy test from the drug store. They aren’t one hundred percent accurate, but they’re like ninety-nine percent accurate. They’re honestly not usually wrong…plus also the timing makes sense.”

Shingen couldn’t stop himself from smiling. He felt tears stinging his eyes in all honesty. Just a few months ago, he had been a condemned man. He’d been set to die denying himself the things he’d always wanted. Then this angel showed up in his life and brought him back to life. Here she was, making another one of his dreams come true.

Shingen felt Ava’s fingertips brush the corner of his eye. “Shingen…”

He smiled at her. “I never knew I could be this happy.” He told her. He pulled her closer and pressed his lips to hers. “Thank you, Ava. You really are my angel.”

Ava smiled up at him. She was then taking his hand and placing it over her stomach. “Thank you, Shingen. We made this little one together.”

Shingen returned her smile. “Yes.” He was giving her another kiss. “I love you, Ava.” He was then kneeling down in front of her and leaning in to place a kiss on her belly. “And I love you, too little one.”

Ava let out a cute squealing noise. “We love you, too.”

Shingen rose back to his feet and pulled Ava into his arms once more.He began to pepper her face in kisses. “You’ve made me so happy. I just…I love you so much.” He told her. He just couldn’t help himself right now. He wanted to shower her with all of the love he could feel overflowing from his heart.

Ava giggled happily from the affection being showered upon her. “I love…you, too.” She replied. “I’m…happy, too.”

“You two might wanna cut that out.” Shoko’s voice interrupted them. 

“That is how you guys got here in the first place.” Oba-san teased.

Shingen stopped his barrage of kisses, but still held Ava close. Shingen eyed the others. It was clear that Oba-san had know. He could tell by the look on Kenji’s face that he knew as well. Or at least this is what he had been suspecting when Shingen was telling him about how tired Ava had been.

“It appears I am the only one clueless.” Sasuke said.

Shingen looked at Ava and smiled. “Would you like to tell him, my angel?”

Ava grinned. “Sure.” She then looked over at Sasuke. “We’re having a baby!”

Sasuke’s eyes widened behind his glasses, but then a small smile appeared on his face. “Congratulations, you two. You’re going to be wonderful parents.”

“Alright! Now that Ava has revealed the big news, we can celebrate!” Shoko declared.

The evening went on, everyone congratulating Shingen and Ava. Shingen couldn’t help but to keep his arms around Ava for the rest of the night. He always wanted to hold her anyways, but right now…he just couldn’t contain the love he held for her. He had given up on this kind of love and happiness and yet, Ava came and gave him every bit of the love and happiness he had always longed for. He felt like the luckiest man in all of time.

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top 3 let’s go. battle of the most deranged insane men

3. izuku

resident insane deranged man at number 3. could be higher however has great self control and a series of complex’s to keep himself in check. which is why he’s not higher. 

izuku has more reason to get jealous than any other soulmate troupe guy as he is the only one that knows that reader has 8 other soulmates. that all like her. and one of them is her best friend. and izuku is so so so jealous that he isn’t your hitoshi. especially in the beginning of the route, he so badly would’ve wanted to be your best friend to lovers who trust each other and care about each other more than anything. but instead he can only give you a relationship with a guy you had haven’t spoken to in years. it’s like any time he sees you with him and sees how easy the conversation flows between the two of you kills himmmm. izuku is 100% the type of guy to feel the most unhinged jealousy when he hears another guy making you laugh. if he’s across the room he’s immediately making his way over lmao.

the thing is with izuku is that he talks himself out of feeling crazy because he doesn’t feel like he deserves to feel jealous. he was part of a very public relationship with uraraka that’s made them incredibly popular (even if they’re not together anymore) as a duo and as a romantic pair. if we’re being kind of sad and real here i don’t think in the eyes of the public that reader and izukus relationship would ever outshine the one he had with uraraka, and he’d feel so guilty that you have to deal with having to fill the izuacho . and you also had to listen to uraraka talk about their sex life. so whenever izukus thinking about the logistics of killing someone because they made you laugh he thinks of all the shit you’ve had to put up with from him. 

+ izuku has that self control so you could never tell in the moment he was seething but there would certainly be. tells. about how he was feeling when he drags you home and. mystery. that leaves you like passed out on the bed while izuku is sadly waiting for you to wake up because he wants to talk to you :(

2. touya

he’s insane. he’s so jealous. he may act like he’s all confident and hot in other routes but nooo that man hates himself. (fun fact he was originally going to be at three and then i reread his route and yeah no way lmao) . touya has more jealous tendencies than possessive, he probably has both, he just leans way more jealous. let’s discuss why!

touya has this cocktail of insecurities and issues that make his jealousy and possessiveness so insane. for our benefit i’ve dissected the recipe to his insecurity cocktail so we’re able to know what his deal is.

one - he sees himself as this ugly creature and also kind of a terrible guy, already spelling disaster as he sees himself ‘undeserving’ of his partner and so anytime he sees them interact with someone who’s ‘better’ (namely shouto [who he already feels inferior to] and shinsou [again, if a guy is jealous of anyone in your life. it’s going to be Him]) that awful jealous feeling is gnawing away already. 

two - trust is so fucking difficult for this man, he trusts you because he thinks you are fucking heaven sent and have done nothing but cook him delicious meals and love him and his friends, but your friends? wary (probably more so projecting his issues with how so many people have fucked him overin the past and he doesn’t want something terrible like that happening to someone as wonderful as you, even if no one close to has even given him any remote reason for him to believe that).

three - loves your attention. reader gives him attention in the exact why 

four - it does NOT help that that man is an instigatorrrrrr. i don’t even think he knows how much of a shit stirrer he is, he’s just not used to interacting with anyone in a particular kind way, doesn’t help when he’s interacting with people he is trying to be kinda rude to. it turns what’s already this very nasty inner feeling into something much worse and outwardly directed at other people. when he is jealous bitches know he’s jealous however. to his credit that man is therapy so he probably does this in a way better than he could of at his lowest of lows. and he loves you so much and doesn’t want to embarrass you by making a scene. i’m thinking of a scenario in which reader is talking with shinsou and he’s feeling incredibly self loathing and makes his way over there. immediate hand around the waist. looking at shinsou in no way that is approving. and while he doesn’t make a scene he does kinda ruin the vibe.

 (even though shinsou does love you, touya does not clock this because he doesn’t really know shinsou, he just assumes that any male friend you have is in love with you and hitoshi around the most and is the closest so in touyas mind he is number one candidate of stealing his bitch)

however. this situation definitely leads to him getting his jealousy shit together as reader would call him and tell him that he NEEDS to speak to his therapist (and LISTENNNN) about his issues with how much he hates himself because it’s not healthy for him or for you. so he’s like ‘damn i need to really get it together because i don’t want to self sabotage and fuck up the best thing in my life rn’. so it’s a good motivation for him to start being more open about his self hatred with his therapist (obviously he has other reasons, i just think that this is the final push).

i feel like that journey does really mellow him out and he would become more chill with you around other guys (still has tendencies but knows how to deal with them in a better way). trusts you as much as he can trust anyone and reader is so down bad that she fell in love with him twice as two separate people and that’s readers go to soothe if she can sense he’s feeling particularly jealous.

 (+ he also is another guy that loves to see you jealous, as stated he loves your attention, so as a natural shit stirrer and attention whore he would be over the moon and never let you hear the end of it, would bring it up all the time)

(sorry for this yapfest with touya i just feel like there’s a lot to talk about with his jealousy as it’s like a hundred different reasons also sad i couldn’t make it thirst :( )

neito

neito?? at number 1?? it’s more likely than you think. our possessive king. i’m amazed i’ve kept my neito thirst away from you for so long (because i could come up with the NASTIEST thirst for this man and with your permission i will share..)

OK. ok. ok. i know what you’re thinking. ‘how does the relatively normal monoma neito beat fucking dabi in a competition about jealousy and possessiveness’. i can explain! 

(i don’t really know how to articulate this well. i’ve tired like 5 times. so thoughts and prayers you understand.) touyas jealousy stems from his insecurity cocktail. his jealous tendencies are a terrible side-effect of his self loathing, which is a very broad issue that causes him way more problems than just that.  they are a side effect, but not a direct manifestation of his insecurities. neitos is. neitos insecurities stem from him ‘not having anything in his life that’s truly his’ and what’s the direct correlation to this?? wanting something that is only yours. aka. being possessive. it’s like his whole thing! it’s so much his whole thing that i feel like the ‘soulmate troupe’ of the chapter is perfectly on theme! he even reveals that he is your soulmate to the entire class in the most humiliating way because he hated the fact that fuck ass kaminari wanted you and he hates the thought of having to ‘share’ you. (reason why i can only ever imagine a monoma throuple occurring in shinsous route and not in neitos, he’d rather die than ever have another guy kiss you)

but if i know one thing about neito it’s that he is both a freak and a theatre kid so his healthy way to deal with his possessiveness is putting it into kinky bully role play LMAOOO. like he’d drag you back to his dorm and talk about how he’s the only one who gets to manhandle and boss you around and that you wants you to apologise for being such so bad and you have to get down on your knees to show him ‘how sorry you really are’ (his more rough persona can never last for long, plant a kiss on the soulmark before going down on him and he moans so pathetically for you. i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal.)  fuck ass kaminari looking at you a bit too longingly today? he has you splayed out in his bed underneath him, sucking on your neck and telling you about how no one else could ever make you break like he does. he’s crazy i love this fucking freak so much.

(neito is also another guy who very much enjoys seeing you get possessive over him, his desire goes both ways, for you to be completely his and for him to be completely yours. [he will also incorporate this into his kinky role play and get on his knees to show you how sorry he is])

(that’s the end! sorry it’s so long. there’s just so much i enjoy analysing about these characters with how you write them! it’s so fun for me. i’m interested to see if you’ll agree with the order of the top three since even while i was writing this ask i debated switching places around. hope you enjoy my insanity <3)

-cork board anon

okay i had to sit on this ask a couple of days bc it drove me insane. arf arf bark woof, etc.

ugh yes izuku has to be so envious towards the beginning of his route that he's not hitoshi, that he's not your best friend since forever. probably slightly regrets hyperfocusing to the extreme on hero training during school, bc he wishes that he could've known reader better after all this time. i can imagine him, like, grilling shinsou about the most mundane shit about reader and taking intense notes about our favourite colours and food habits and stuff. it's like, izuku already knows what anyone can know about us: the details of our quirk. and before, that was enough. more than enough. it's more than izuku himself is giving the public, right? but now he's like i have to know everything i possibly can about her so that i can love/annoy her perfectly. maybe he spends some awkward times thinking, "okay, how would shinsou do this? how would someone who's known her forever act here?" and it just makes his stomach hurt every time--and it's all in his head, but if he thinks too hard, it feels like the soulmate rejection pain.

yes yes yes he can probably break away from you in a bar for a while, or whatever, but even when he's getting drinks and seemingly having a conversation with multiple people, he's always keeping an eye on you. and if someone makes you laugh or gets too close, he lets some unprofessional impatience sneak in while he's closing the conversation, needing to return to your side. i think while he'd feel urgh if one of the potential soulmates made you laugh, but i think he'd feel worse if it were someone outside of that flock--with the soulmates, he at least knows their intentions are with your wellbeing in mind, more or less.

you're probably right about izuku/reader never getting as popular in the public eye as izuku/ochaco. like!!!! izuku and ochaco were parallels in a whole-ass war together!!! and reader was off Not Having a Villainous Foil in that war!!! reader and ochaco would prob have to have an uptick in PR stuff together to make people be like. ah yes. not entirely a replacement for uraraka. but oof oof oof yes that hurts. can you IMAGINE being in civvies in a grocery store or whatever and overhearing senior citizens in the produce section casually being like, "do you remember that other girl deku was with? she was so nice. cheerful all the time. she seems better for him than this new girl. too dreary. too outspoken." "kyoko, this new girl has been married to him for six years now." and you're just trying to buy lettuce!!!! and izuku's fucking wracked with guilt, so all he can do is put his hand on your waist and guide you away from produce. maybe he gives you a morose sort of kiss to your temple. apologises under his breath, even though he has no control over what people are saying even this far into your relationship. :( and oh he would get a little sad waiting for us to wake up so we can hang out more. oh god. oh dear. he's in deep

i bet eventually izuku's like that post going around that like "babe wear whatever you want; it makes my cock so hard that other people want what i have." he's probably justified his jealousy by reframing it as kink and suuuuuper excited about Oh. She Chose ME over the other potential soulmates. which i think he deserves, considering all the shit he's going through.

touya my beloved!!!! yes yes whenever you hang out at the todoroki estate, he wants to keep you in his little teahouse, because what if you see shouto or natsuo and you like them better?? even after all this time and you have ESTABLISHED that you are down sooooo bad for him. needs constant verbal confirmation that you still like him.

i think touya has a lot of potential for catboy neediness--most likely, i think, to stride up to you while you're on the couch talking to someone else and just plop his head in your lap and demand you play with his hair. wants any part of your attention, even if it's divided.

he's probably gets suuuuper nervous when you invite him to hang out with you friends, because they've all fought each other, and he gets nervous when you hang out with former league members, for different reasons--what if they embarrass him in front of you? he needs to seem so cool to you. he needs to. i imagine for a while that he thinks you're only together bc you think he's cool, but you have to Really and Truly assure him that you love that he's a little loserboy, and while he resents the label, it also calms him down a bit. if you're seeing and loving him when he's pathetic, the only way to go is up, right?

ohhh building on your shinsou scenario--what if it's, like. during a press conference. and he's on set bc he's your bf. but he's thinking shinsou is getting just a bit too chummy, so in the middle of it all, on film and in front of a crowd and a set crew, he just strides on stage and sits in your lap, or something. spoils the vibe so hard. the conference just pitters into silence. oh my god. i would kill him. i would kiss him on the cheek. i'm thinking he would do that once and have it haunt him forever :( but lololol you're so right; touya wouldn't be able to tell if hitoshi is trying to steal you or not, but he'd probably seethe at the idea of someone stealing you who's nothing like himself.

he'd prob be a very stressful boyfriend to have for the first few months, but you're right; he'd probably mellow out after a while. i'm thinking he still has to be the one sitting next to you at all times, still has to be the one to get you things you ask for, still has to have an arm around you when he can. but he's doing better.

also WOW it is HILARIOUS the idea that touya would hate when other men pay attention to you but that he would purposely irritate/flirt with people so that you'll look his way. hypocrite! hypocrite! he is just like a cat. he might get cuteness agression and feel the need to bite you sometimes.

and ohhhhhhhhhhhhh neito. monoma neito my very, very beloved. i love him soooo much i am ill about him. but it's hard to thirst about him all the time bc he's such a divisive character!!! he's so easy to read only on a surface level as a Rude Bitch, so lololol when you see thirst about him, sometimes it's like, "are we reading the same manga?" lololol a baby boy. a baby baby baby boy. i welcome any filth you have to say about him.

touya's jealousy/insecurity vs. neito's jealousy/insecurity: i think a major part of it may come down to touya's view of himself as a monstrosity comes from an action that technically he did to himself (even though his abuser encouraged it, etc.; we are against endeavour in this household); it's something he eventually became and accepted/hated, while monoma's complex about not having anything of his own is something he's known since birth as an unchangeable fact about himself. touya can get prosthetics; he could get skin grafts; he could get rehabilitated. neito can't change his quirk. can't change how it's always been. neito's quirk isn't dangerous, so what's there to fix or address in the first place? it's got to be such a fucking burden.

"never having something in his life that's truly his." god. neito's got to feel a bit like a ghost, like he doesn't leave a mark on anything, since there's no trace of him out there, just flashes of other people's talents. even his hard work studying other people's quirks probably comes from mastering what they themselves have discovered about their powers. and then you come along. his soulmate. his. no one else's. you tie him to the earth in a way that nothing ever has. your existence proves that he's alive, because he's one-half of a whole with you.

lololol you're so correct about neito being potentially open to a throuple in shinsou's route but not in his own. it's funny stuff, the soulmate business, to neito, in shinsou's route, but in his own route, it's deadly serious. he can't take it lightly. you're too valuable to him. he can't lose you.

lol you just know the roleplay gets more and more elaborate as time goes on. like i bet he wants to worldbuild a fantasy world that's a bit too similar to tolkien to pretend you're fucking in. "once we get the trading routes nailed down between our warring kingdoms, the sex is going to be awesome." lol what if he like. tries to publish some short stories or something, and you recognise elements from your sexual roleplay in it. "babe, didn't we say that lube is one of the main exports of the western province? also, i need you to describe the queen's tits in a way that makes them less obviously my own."

but noooooo you've got the biggest brain. the biggest. neito would be like. immediately regulating his frustration/jealousy into kink. bet he loves manhandling you, makes him feel like you have to depend on him. makes him feel like he has more control over you than he's ever had over anyone's quirk (an aside: i think he accidentally copies your quirk once, and he's soooooo pathetic and apologetic and head in hands about it for days afterward).

"his more rough persona can never last for long, plant a kiss on the soulmark before going down on him and he moans so pathetically for you." jaw dropped. throat dry. pussy wet. holy fuck. you've perfectly captured something i think is fabulous about monoma: he seems like a power-hungry, controlling dom who will fucking slut himself out in ways a sub traditionally would. the duality of man. like. he talks a big game, of course he does--words are some of his main weapons, so why wouldn't he use them on you? and he always goes through with what he says he'll do to you, but you can press a featherlight kiss to his neck while he's doing it, and he just fucken crumples. becomes soft soft babygirl for a moment. so breathy and whiny and grateful. and has to visibly steel himself and get back into character, because he is an actor, damn it.

"no one else could ever make you break like he does" jaw dropped again, oh my god. i don't even have a response to this. it's too good. (although you're right about it being prompted by even just so much as kaminari looking at you for too long; monoma is probably the one most likely to initiate spontaneous, public-but-not-so-public-that-people-can-see-you sex, because he has to have you in that moment. neito is probably easily set off but easily satisfied, once he sees your flushed face as you squeeze around him.)

awww neito would prob like it when you get possessive over him, bc he's like me???? i'm worth wanting????? for me myself???? not bc i can be a lot of different people???? probably tickled by it. probably likes to thank you by roleplaying that you're a gracious queen of your worldbuilt-kingdom and he's a pathetic little captured princeling who's been spared the death penalty, and to thank you, he's spreading your legs every time you sit on the throne (and you're like. neito. can we fuck like normal people every once in a while. and he's like ohhhh, you want me to stop talking so much??? to stop building the scene???? you must be so greedy, to want to have my mouth latched around your clit for so long, but i can indulge you. i want you to count how many orgasms you can make it through, all right?).

i think before i read through the entire ask, i would've put izuku about touya. but i think you're ultimately right; it's important that touya's jealousy manifests frequently and has consequences, while izuku's got so much self-discipline that we don't always see it--even when he's screaming inside that first time reader kisses shinsou immediately after they figure out she has multiple soulmates, he's so eerily calm about it outwardly, with that "she knows what she's doing wrong." because the words themselves show so much confidence that we belong to izuku, but he's soooooo nervous, frustrated, and full of self-hatred.

lololol i just love that we both apparently love men who are Burdened with Immense Guilt. it's honestly sooooo sexy of a man to regret what he's done wrong :) like if any of them did not feel guilty about their jealousy, they would instantly be less attractive to me lol. but the fact that they're torn up about it makes my mouth water. love it. and i love the insanity. i love you. i welcome all insanity with extremely widely opened arms. this has been a treat to read through. i am having a lot of fun :)

[impromptu-sketches]

Buddy Daddies, final thoughts.

I had such a fun time watching this show one episode at a time every Friday morning. I haven’t been this tuned in to an anime in a long time but I was so excited about this one from the beginning!

It’s so weird thinking back to everyone saying “it’s like Spy x Family with two guys” because that became inaccurate so fast haha we really thought it was going to be a light-hearted comedy... they really got us.

I loved the Wednesday previews, the music (especially the lofi remix!), the instagram posts, the notes, and whoever started the bingo, bless you! ♡

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Overall Buddy Daddies was a rollercoaster (not ferris wheel thank goodness)! I really could not guess where it was going from episode to episode, it could have gone in a million different directions, but I am so happy that this is the story we got.

The way Miri burst into everyone’s hearts from episode one ♡ and for a four/five year old, was shown to be such a great kid who wants to be accepted, wants to make friends, who sticks up for others, and who tells people when they’re doing something wrong.

Rei starting out as a stereotypical quiet mysterious dark haired character but becoming SO MUCH MORE. Sure it took him a minute but he was the one who FOUGHT for their family the most - he became the GLUE. We all thought it was going to be Kazuki, but it was Rei. He said ‘I want to be a family’ and then they DID.

Kazuki on the other hand, the overprotective mama hen, he created their family. He CHOSE Rei, chose to move in, chose to take care of him, to buy him a couch, cook for him, and stay with him. He took one look at Miri, smiled and chose to run after her - he didn’t have to do that during their mission. He chose to risk the mission to save her, to call himself her papa, to take her home. This means so much more knowing he’s an orphan who never had a family - he went and created one.

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About the queerness specifically ~

From what I saw -from the show- if I knew nothing about it and just hit play and watched all the way through...

Rei seemed ace/aro to me. He’s not shown to have any romantic or sexual relationships past, present, or time skip. This guy grew up with ZERO affection so it’s either he doesn’t know how, can’t, or isn’t interested. But there’s no attempt or interest, so aro/ace it is! Even with Kazuki, we see him accepting help, them clearly forming a bond to be living together for three+ years and be partners doing dangerous work together - that requires a lot of trust and we finally see that trust and teamwork in episode 12 - but it’s unspoken between them. They’re not affectionate with each other, not physically close, etc. (that we see anyway).

Kazuki definitely seems bi or pan. He’s obviously into women, but he also does this thing where he’s kind of flirty with guys in a joking way? (see images below) To me that’s nervous bisexual energy. That’s just the overall vibe I get from him too. Also that look he had on his face when he first saw Rei... suspicious.

Would I have liked it if they showed each other more affection? Yes! Especially in the later episodes. If their relationship was canon? Hell yes! Because I like BL and I think it would’ve been cute and also made sense and added to their character development. 

There’s ~plenty~ of room to read into queerness in this show... I actually think it would be an even better story if they were in a relationship for a few reasons.

For Rei, finally being free to be his true self, being with someone for love and not for the family bloodline, to accept love and affection. And Kazuki, forgiving himself, letting himself be happy again, finding love again. I think that’s an amazing story for the both of them!

But they didn’t make it that way. This show isn’t (technically) a BL and that’s okay. They still both found happiness and family - and that’s what’s most important.

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Buddy Daddies was FUN and that could have been it but it was deeper than that, watching all of them grow and change together. The ending made me cry tears of joy and relief that they’re all happy and safe.

I have a few tiny things I didn’t like or would have changed, but they’re so minor looking back at the show as a whole.

I do wish they spread out the story, either with more episodes, longer episodes, or both. I wanted to see more small moments, more fluff, more day-to-day family activities, more Rei & Kazuki being friends and having regular conversations, and more assassin scenes with them working together like in the beginning of ep. 1 and in ep. 12. We mostly saw them mess up their work... I wanted to see more action!!

But the show did SO MUCH more than expected with this story. 

The ending episode was AMAZING!! We got to see them fight together for themselves and their family, we saw them being there for Miri, and the time skip!!!! I CRIED EVERY TIME I WATCHED THE TIME SKIP SCENE!!! Miri growing up to be a lovely happy healthy girl. Rei & Kazuki owning a diner at the beach. A simple life full of love and acceptance.

From episode 1, did I think Buddy Daddies would make me cry? NO

Did I think I would post this much about this show? NO I wasn’t planning on posting about it at all!

But here we are crying and spending all day/night on tumblr sharing our thoughts, reading the thoughts of others. It’s been a blast!

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*Update ~

I wrote all that ^ the weekend after ep. 12 came out and now it’s almost a month later.

I’m so happy to see everyone still posting about them ♡♡♡

Lily is still posting drawings - we’ve gotten so many great ones, official images from the DVDs are coming out, and I’ve seen so much fanart and fanfiction going around! Amazing!! Thank you to all of the creators out there!!

Shoutout to some fanarts on twitter I’m loving!

@KMRbd5118 ^

@tamsekai​ | twitter

@toroandpoko11

@NasuNattou

@dailykazurei

@incorrectbudds

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[proverbsss]

delicacies (john tyler x reader) -suggestive/nsfw

John Tyler, Tell Me Your Secrets

prompt(s) + synopsis : "be naked when i get home” and “you’re not allowed to come until i say so” [from this post] // reader is John's private chef while he's living under an alias

anon: I hope you enjoy this :D I do apologize for the cliffhanger.........but I don't know when this will be continued.

notifs: john tyler's a bad man (we know), john disrupts reader's communication (phone), after time skip reader is restrained ; this is purely hamish thirst and headcanoned as cnc, please consume safely!

3:30PM •

“Mr. Wolfe, you’re too complimentary of me,” you’re saying, twisting John Wolfe’s landline phone cord around your finger and watching minced onions cook down in your saucepan.

“Well, anyone who can cook something that close to my Mom’s cheesy squash casserole…” he teases, “deserves a medal and a competitive pay raise.”

“You pay me fine,” you push back playfully, thinking of the thousand dollars he dropped for just three days of your cooking. Not for the first time, you dismiss the nagging sense that he had the money cold like that, and in cash. But you don’t have the luxury of being choosy about some long list of clientele. You threw–or even blew–all your money at two years of cooking school, and as nice as Mr. Fish of Finz’ Seafood is, he’s being a bit of a sluggish bastard about arranging for you to stage. “Before I forget, did you want a chocolate dessert, or a fruit tonight?”

“Oh, you have to give me all the hard choices–” he mock-complains.

“You are the boss.” You tease back. Yes, you wouldn’t mind an evening with him. Sucking down strawberries, playing coy when he flirts with you, melting into a soft, saccharine kiss–

“Fruit, please.” he pulls you out of your reverie with a jubilant decision.

“And it’ll just be you?” You kick yourself in the ankle.

“Just me and the finest private chef in this state.” He’s chuckling, you’re getting ready to say goodbye and add the dry white wine to your sauce francese, when his tone shifts a bit and he chuckles, “Just one more thing, Y/N?”

He can practically see your bright eyes get wide and ready to answer him.

“Be naked when I get home.”

Your breath stalls in your chest, the feeling of dropping from a height belts you in the stomach and you stutter, “What was that?”

“You heard me. I’ll see you tonight.”

He hangs up the phone. You stand stock-still in his kitchen, suddenly sure you’re being watched, being cornered. You grip the counter for balance and breath. Not ‘naked,’ surely? Be ‘ready’ when I get home. That doesn’t sound plausibly similar. ‘Make it when I get home,’

you’re prepping now, and he knows that because you told him. With that bottomless feeling in your stomach is a small quaking in your legs. Your boss of three days and counting. Asks you to sleep with him after you make him dinner. Are you safe here? Do you leave?

Mindlessly, you get the bottle of wine and splash your onions. They hiss happily in the pan. On second thought, you swig the Riesling back yourself to taste what the onions are so enthusiastic about.

‘Naked when I get home’ sounds better in John’s voice than it has any right to, playing over and over in your mind. Between finals and bills and moving out of your ex-friend’s shabby apartment with its glorious little kitchen, you haven’t had much time or energy for getting up to naughtiness with any partner to speak of. John’s nice. He’d probably fuck you nice.

He might also be weird and ask to drink this Riesling out of your well-padded collarbones or some other rich guy shit, but there are far worse fates. Through your initial apprehension, the warmth and seduction of a thought like bedding down the tall, dark, and charming man who employs you starts to seep into your imagination, and you sigh gently at the thought of his hands giving your body a much-needed going over.

Finish the sauce. Then figure out whether to finish him.

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• 4:30 PM •

Well, this looks silly. You take yourself in, in the mirror of his guest bathroom, trying to catch every angle, every unflattering position to avoid. Not naked, no. You don’t have quite the gumption for that. Which is ironic, considering you’re still entertaining the thought of being very, very naked with John later.

But you must acknowledge to yourself that you have prepared a godlike chicken francese with garlic mashed potatoes, left perfectly hot on the stove while you stripped down to your skivvies in order to serve them upon his arrival. And this wasn’t the plan at all getting dressed this morning, so a rust-colored bra with some cotton floral boyshorts is going to have to be the offering. And the apron. Lest we forget the tiny gingham apron.

You run a hand up your leg, peek at a particular curve of your ass. You must compliment your features where credit is due. Can a man possibly find this alluring? You envision yourself proceeding into his carpeted dining room with the baking dish of chicken francese in its lovely lemony sauce, and your legs and feet bare, your shoulders covered only by straps, the checkered apron folded and tied around your waist revealing a little bit of your midriff.

‘Be naked when I get home’ and you’ve dressed for a slightly risque slumber party. Has he done this before? Is that why he hired you so quickly when you catered the Whole Foods executives’ luncheon? This is stupid, you’re stupid, this isn’t safe, when have you ever been so impulsive?

But when have you? How often have you craved more excitement, someone saying dirty words to you in dulcet tones, someone who will use more than five hasty minutes to make you feel good?

And if he’s bad in bed? That just serves you right.

You panic and fight the urge to gather up your chef coat, tank top, and slacks when you hear the front door open. “Y/N, I’m home!” John calls, joyfully. Still not the demeanor of someone giving you sexy orders over his home phone, or someone dangerous for that matter. Maybe this is a bad idea. Maybe…

John knocks on the bathroom door. “Y/N? You okay?”

“Hh-Hi, yes, yes, I’m fine.” Think, dammit. And make up your mind. “Are you ready for dinner?”

“Starving.” You can just see his smile in your mind’s eye.

“The table’s set if you want to go sit. I’ll serve.”

“You spoil me,” he says. And is there the littlest bit of an edge to his voice, or do you imagine it? His footsteps fall away from the door, and presumably he takes his seat in the dining room. Your routine for the last two days.

What are you hoping for here? Because if he does take you up on this–avoiding the mirror, gah–offer, you’re going to have to be okay with his hands, maybe his tongue, maybe his dick a lot of places pretty quickly. This is real life. This is not a fantasy.

Fuck it. Mustering courage, you inhale and exhale, and crack the bathroom door open just to make sure he’s not in the hall. He isn’t. You tiptoe, looking down at your feet, wringing your hands, barely aware as you step into the kitchen where he’s–waiting for you. He’s in front of the door to the outside.

“You do spoil me,” John says, a foreign huskiness in his voice as he looks you over, shameless. “Look at you.”

You color nine shades of scarlet and can’t speak.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I wasn’t sure what I’d find when you came through that door. You almost followed directions,” He smirks to himself, “almost. Where’d you leave them?”

Your heart is hammering too loudly for you to process the question.

“Clothes, sweetie. Where’d you leave them?”

“Bathroom,” you get out, confused. Is he going to subject you to the embarrassment of putting them back on?

“They’ll stay there,” he promises, taking a step toward you. The shadow he casts is long, long. It’s getting later in the evening. Your chicken is eating temperature now, it could veer dangerously into cold territory soon. When prior to this have you so abandoned one of your food-babies? “Everything you wore today stays here and I’ll keep them.”

“My…coat…” you say, a little bit genuinely miffed. Dirty words are one thing, but that thing was several hundred dollars. To say nothing of its sentimental value. A crisp heavy cotton sign that even amid sacrifices, you’d made it. You’d begun.

“Maybe that. Maybe that and nothing else. When I let you go. If.”

“John?” This is somewhere between seduction and plain creepiness. You’re thinking about the door and how he’s between it and you. Reflexively you pat your lightly clad body for your cell phone, and John holds it out to you in one palm, battery in the other.

“You left it, silly.”The two of you make eye contact, almost like other times, his Cheshire cat smile painfully disarming. But this time his pretty mouth tightens at the corners, and a seriousness overtakes his features that you don’t necessarily like. And of course he’s holding your phone, until he isn’t. He drops the battery on the floor and stomps it till it breaks under his shoe. Now you’re ready to run.

“Um-what the fuck?”

“Language, please. Couldn’t bear thinking I’d made a mistake with you.”

It crosses your mind to yell for help, and as you open your mouth to do so John surrounds you. For a tall man, he’s terrifyingly fast on his feet and his hand over your mouth is like a vice. You can’t see, won’t realize till later but on a flat surface nearby or in his pocket is a chloroformed napkin–one of the dinner napkins you didn’t set–and the lure of chemical shuteye is pulling you into darkness, soft, sweet darkness…

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• Nightfall •

A sheet, some satiny give underneath your drowsy body. Bed. You’re in bed.

“That’s why you’ll always find me in the kitchen at parties/

You will always find me in the kitchen at parties–

Bum, buh–”

Not your bed.

You’re on your stomach. It tickles where a rumple in the bedsheet meets your ankle. You drag your ankle back and forth over it in a soothing repetition. Someone or something has a hold of it so it doesn’t go very far, somehow reminiscent of the sensation in dreams of opening your mouth to talk or scream only to have nothing come out. The movement you think you’re making might be so small in real life that it’s imperceptible.

Your awareness wobbles and flickers as you take in the haze of new stimulus. Someone is singing.

“Me and my girlfriend we argued/

And she ran away from home/

She must’ve found somebody new/

And now I’m all alone.

Dun-buh-buh-

Living on my own…”

The bed creaks somewhere near to you and you feel new weight alongside one of your arms, which is extended, and a little sore. And doesn’t give when you try to tug it.

John perceives you moving around and immediately acts to get a better vantage point on you.

“Hey, good girl. Good girl. Nice to see you.”

[jayhalsteadsimp2019]

The Truth Unfolds

Summary: Lyla learns that whatever happens in the dark, always comes to light.

TW: Angry Jay and Will, some cuss words but not many

Word Count: Around 2.6k

Note: Hi!! I know I haven’t posted in a bit but I didn’t really know what to post so yeahh.  This one was inspired by something that happened to my friend when we were in eighth grade but with a little bit of fiction to it.  

Also Derek Shepherd is kinda mentioned but he’s not actually in it so I wouldn’t count this as a Grey’s fic but yeah.

Also also no offence to Dhar Mann, you’ll understand once you read.

Also also also if you haven’t you can read “Well, This Is Awkward” for some context but you don’t have to (it’s on my masterlist if you do want to)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! (:

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     “You got Rameses’ work done right?”  Mia asked Lyla as they exited the gym after the bell had rung.

     “Yeah.  I don’t have any make-up work.  You?”

     “I have a social studies assignment.”  

     “You better get that done then because Ms. York doesn’t mess around.”

     “I know.  She’s scary as hell.”

     “Hey guys.”  Kameron greeted as they walked down the stairs, pushing between the two and walking in the middle, “Who’s scary as hell?”

     “Ms. York.  Mia has a social studies assignment that she hasn’t done yet.”

     “Dude, if you don’t finish that in Crenshaw’s class you’re screwed.”  Kameron warned just as Terrance caught up to them.

     “I can’t believe it’s already the end of the first quarter.”  Terrance commented as the four of them turned the corner.

     “Yeah, me neither.”  Lyla replied, “It went by pretty fast.”

     “I wonder what exploratory we’re gonna get next.”  Mia wondered, she and Lyla continuing to walk as Kameron and Terrance stopped at their lockers.

     “Same.  I kind of want art or life skills.” 

     “You’ll like art.  It was pretty fun.”  Mia informed, the two of them stopping at their lockers.

    “What did you guys do?”  Lyla inquired as she opened her locker and began grabbing what she needed for the next three classes.

     “We did a few things, but my favorite was probably when we drew a portrait from a reference picture.”

     “What did you draw?”

     Mia grinned, “Derek Shepherd.”

     Lyla rolled her eyes playfully as she closed her locker with her foot, “Of course you did.”

     "He's like, so hot."  Mia gushed, Lyla nodding her head in agreement.

     “Hey Terrance, what exploratory do you want next quarter?”  Lyla asked as Kameron and Terrance made their way over to the girls, their books for the next few hours in hand.

     “I kind of want cooking.”  Terrance replied, the four of them making their way to their homeroom class.

     “You’ll like it.”  Lyla stated, “I enjoyed it.”

     “Which one do you want?”  Terrance asked Kameron as they entered their first class of the day, which was writing with Mrs. Crenshaw.

     “I don’t know.”  Kameron started, then lowered his voice, “Not Crenshaw’s, that’s for sure.”

    “I don’t think anyone wants Crenshaws.”  Terrance whispered.  Mrs. Crenshaw was very strict and the majority of the students in their middle school despised her.

     “She’s actually not that bad.  I mean, once I started talking to her on a more personal level I actually began to like her.  She’s a really sweet lady.”

     “Lyla, that’s because you’re the teacher’s pet.”  Mia jeered, Kameron and Terrance laughing.

     “Hey!  I am not!”  

     “Mhm.”  They all sat down as the bell rang, knowing Mrs. Crenshaw would get onto them for not being seated.

     After a few moments, the principal’s voice came over the intercom, interrupting any conversation that had been going on.  

     Everyone stood up and recited the pledge of allegiance, sitting down and listening to the morning announcements once finished.

     Mrs. Crenshaw scanned the classroom after the announcements ended, looking to see if anyone was missing.

     “Good.  Everyone’s here.”  Mrs. Crenshaw said to herself, putting her findings in the computer.  She then looked up, “Who’s eating lunch?”

     Most everyone raised their hands, signifying that they were eating a school lunch.

     Mrs. Crenshaw quickly counted the hands, then proceeded to put that in the computer as well.

     Once finished, she closed her laptop as a student walked up to her desk, a slip of paper in hand.

     “Where do you want this?”  The student asked.

     “You can put it right here.”  Mrs. Crenshaw said, pointing to a spot on her desk.  Mrs. Crenshaw turned her attention to the rest of the class as the student did as was told and walked back to his seat, “I hope everyone brought back their A.R. test scores with a parent signature, otherwise none of you will be getting free time today.”

     A feeling of dread rushed over Lyla as other students walked up to Mrs. Crenshaw’s desk and put their slips in the pile, realizing she had forgotten all about it.

     “Lyla, where’s yours?”  Mrs. Crenshaw questioned, seeing as she was the only one who hadn’t moved.  

     Lyla tried her hardest to think of an answer, Crenshaw staring her down in a way that scared her.

     “I, uh, can I look in my locker?”  Lyla requested, hoping Mrs. Crenshaw wouldn’t give her a detention for ‘not being prepared’.

     Mrs. Crenshaw sighed, seemingly annoyed, “Yes, go.  But hurry.”

     Lyla nodded her head, getting out of her seat and exiting the classroom.

     She made her way to her locker, opening it and frantically digging through her backpack in hopes of finding the paper.

     She sighed a breath of relief once she found it, only to realize it wasn’t signed.

     How could she be so stupid and forget to have Jay, Will, or even Hailey sign it?  Mrs. Crenshaw reminded them for weeks that if everyone brought it back signed they would all get free time.

     Her mind began racing as she tried to come up with a solution, because there was no way in hell she’d be the one person to make everyone lose free time.

     She knew she couldn’t call one of her brothers to get it signed, because Crenshaw would find out, and she was sure she’d get in trouble.

     There had to be a way she could get Jay or Will’s signature on that paper without Jay or Will being there.

     That’s when a lightbulb went off in her head.

     She grabbed a sharpie from her pocket, made sure no one was looking, and wrote ‘Jay Halstead’ on the slip of paper.

     She locked her locker and put the sharpie back in her pocket, quickly making her way back to Crenshaw’s room.

     Lyla knew this could go one of two ways: Crenshaw would either realize Lyla had written Jay’s name herself, or she would fall for it.

     Crenshaw was a very smart woman, but she made her students write only in cursive, and Lyla signed the paper in print.  Plus, Jay hadn’t signed anything for Lyla this school year, and since it was Crenshaw’s first year at Lyla’s middle school, there was a small chance she had seen Jay’s signature.

     Lyla took a deep breath as she opened the door, the eyes of her peers falling on her as she entered.

     “I found it.”  Lyla declared, making her way over to her teacher’s desk.

     She handed the paper to Crenshaw, mentally crossing her fingers as she looked over the paper.

     She felt her heart beating out of her chest, because Crenshaw was not the type of teacher you’d want to mess with.

     She was almost as scary as Ms. York, which is saying something, because nobody dared to defy Ms. York.

     “Good.”  Mrs. Crenshaw chimed in satisfaction, setting the piece of paper to the side along with the others.

     Lyla turned on her heels, letting out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding as she made her way back to her desk, turning to face Mia, who was sitting on her right.

     “Did you write the name on there?”  Mia inquired quietly, a grin spreading across her face.

     Lyla smirked, “Yep.”

     “Dude!  I can’t believe you got away with that!”

     “Me neither.”

     “Okay, what movie are we watching?”  Mrs. Crenshaw wondered as a student made her way over to the computer, logging onto her Disney+.

     Lyla and Mia both got up, grabbing a beanbag from across the room, sitting down by Terrance and Kameron as the lights were turned off.

     “Hey Lyla,”  Terrance started, a playful look on his face signifying he knew what she had done, “Whatever happens in the dark always comes to light.”

     “Oh shut up, Dhar Mann.”  Lyla retorted, the four of them bursting into laughter.

     The movie played as their laughter died down, Lyla smiling pridefully to herself as she settled into it.

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*A few weeks later*

     “Ugh, Crenshaw’s narratives are so annoying.”  Mia complained, throwing herself down on Lyla’s bed.

     Lyla laughed at seeing how dramatic Mia was being, “You’re not done yet?  I finished last night.”

     Mia scoffed, “You really are a nerd, you know that?”

     “It’s better than being dumb.”

     “Hey!”

     Lyla put her hands up, “I wasn’t calling you dumb!  I was just saying!”

     “Good.  You’re not wrong, though.”

     Lyla put her hands down, taking a seat next to Mia, “What are you writing about?”

     Mia smirked, “About the time we turned Dante’s clothes pink.”

     Lyla laughed, “You know, that was the night I found out Jay and Hailey were together.”

     “Really?!”

     Lyla nodded her head, “Just know those images have yet to get out of my head and it’s been almost a year now.”

     Mia laughed, Lyla cringing at the memory.

     Lyla spoke up once Mia calmed down, “Speaking of Jay, I wonder when he’s going to be back from parent-teacher conferences.”

     “What time did he schedule?”  Mia inquired.

     “I’m not sure actually.  Will might’ve gone with him but knowing his schedule he probably got called into work.”

     “Dante went Tuesday.” 

     “Honestly I’m glad they do parent-teacher conferences on Tuesdays and Thursdays because then we get Friday off.”

     “What difference would it make if they did it on Wednesday?”

     “I don’t know, but what I do know is that they don’t do it on Wednesdays.”

     “True true.”

     Lyla looked at Mia’s bag, “Want me to help you with your narrative?”

     “It’s due Monday but sure.”  Mia accepted, getting up and grabbing her bag before sitting back down on Lyla’s bed.

     Mia opened her laptop, getting onto Google Docs and opening the paper.  

     She then gave her laptop to Lyla, the two of them looking over her paper together.

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     Mia put her laptop back in her bag, she and Lyla having finished looking over the paper, Lyla trying to breathe as she was deep in a giggling fit.

     “What is so funny?”  Mia inquired, because Lyla had been laughing for three straight minutes now.

     Lyla held her stomach, “I-I don’t know!”

     Mia giggled in amusement, which made Lyla laugh even harder.

     After another two minutes, Lyla finally stopped laughing, trying her hardest to catch her breath.

     “Are you good now?”  Mia asked.

     “Yeah, I think so.”  Lyla stated, grabbing her water bottle off of her nightstand and taking a few large sips.

     Mia sat down next to Lyla as she put her water bottle back on her nightstand, “You think Crenshaw will approve?”

     “I think so, but knowing Crenshaw probably not.”  Lyla answered honestly, “I thought it was really good though.”

     “Thanks.”  Mia paused for a moment before speaking up, “What did you write yours about?”

     Lyla smirked, “I wrote about the time I crashed my bike into Jay’s truck when I was eight.”  

     Mia’s eyes widened, “You never told me this!”

     “Okay so basically I was going a little fast and I tried to avoid the truck and failed.”  Lyla laughed,  “You wanna know the best part?  Jay was more worried about the damn truck then he was about me.”

     Mia burst out laughing, Lyla laughing as well despite trying her hardest not to.

     The girls jumped, their laughter coming to a halt as the door flew open, Jay standing in the doorway.

     And boy, he did not look happy.

     “Mia, time to go.”  Jay demanded, seemingly trying his hardest to keep his composure.

     Mia got up, grabbing her bag as Lyla gave Jay a look of confusion and a bit of anger.

     “Jay, what-”  Jay glared at Lyla angrily, Lyla stopping mid sentence.

     Jay moved out of Mia’s way as she rushed out of the room, Jay looking out of the room and watching as she made her way down the stairs.

     After a few moments, Lyla and Jay both heard the front door close, and Jay did not spare the lecture.

     “What the fuck Lyla?!”  

     “What-”

    “You forged my signature?!”

     Lyla’s eyes widened in realization, remembering the day in class that she had actually forgotten about.

     “I-”

     “Yeah, you do realize what you did is illegal right?”

     “What, no!”

    “If you did that on legal documents or something you could go to jail!  Jail, Lyla!”

     “I didn’t know!”

    Jay scoffed, “Of course you didn’t.  Just like you didn’t see my truck when you wrecked your bike into it.”

     “Wait, you heard me?”

     “Yeah.”  Jay chuckled, cracking a smile at the memory before going back to being angry, “But that’s not the point!  Why’d you forge my signature?”

     “Wait, Lyla did what now?”  Will inquired from the hallway, having overheard their conversation.

     Jay whipped his head around, “She forged my signature!”

    Will’s demeanor immediately changed to one of anger, “What the hell Lyla!  You could go to jail!”

     “I didn’t want to ruin everyone else’s chance of getting free time!  Plus it’s not like it was on a legal document anyway!”

     Will sighed, crossing his arms and turning to look at Jay, “What’s her punishment?”

     “Considering that she did something illegal and lied to her teacher in the process, I say she should be grounded for a month.”

     “A month!  That’s unfair!”  Lyla protested, because in her opinion a month was way too long.

     “Wanna make it two?”  Jay questioned, and that made Lyla shut up real quick.

     “Exactly.”  He turned back to Will, “And she only gets her phone when walking to and from school, but that’s if we’re not driving her.”

     “Yeah.”  Will agreed, “Also we should take away friends and she should go to either the district or Med after school.”

     “I like that.  And she can do extra chores including the toilet downstairs.”

     Lyla put her head in her hands, regretting her decision more than she had when Jay first mentioned it, because she hated cleaning toilets with a passion.

     “And all of our cars.”

     “That’s a good one.  And every time she gives us a problem we can add an extra day.”

     “Okay.  I think that’s good enough.”  Will turned his attention to Lyla, “Anything you want to add?”

     Lyla lifted her head up, “Nope.”     

     “Good.  I didn’t think so.”

    Jay held his hand out, “Phone.”

     Lyla got up, grabbing her phone and making her way over Jay.

     She handed him her phone, which he turned off and put in his pocket.

     “Thank you.  You know we’re doing this because we care about you, right?”

     “Sure.”  Lyla muttered sarcastically.

     “I’m serious.  Trust me, I care about you more than I do my truck.”

     Lyla and Jay cracked a smile, Will looking between the two of them in confusion but not saying anything.

     “Do you have any homework?”  Jay asked after a moment, becoming serious again.

     Lyla sighed, “Just math.”

     “Okay, then get to it.  Dinner will be done in an hour.”

     Jay turned around and left the room, Will still standing in the doorway.

     “What class did you do this in?”

     Lyla sighed, “Mrs. Crenshaw’s.”

     “Okay.  Then you’re apologizing to her tomorrow.  Got it?”

     “Got it.”

     Lyla began to make her way back to her desk as Will spoke up.

     “Also, what did Jay’s truck have to do with anything?”

     Lyla smirked, turning around to face her older brother, “He overheard Mia and I talking about the time I wrecked my bike into Jay’s GMC.”

     Will chuckled, “That was pretty funny.  If you need any help with your math let me know.”

     Lyla nodded her head, turning around and going to her desk as Will exited the room, softly shutting her door behind him.

     “Dhar Mann was right.”  Lyla muttered to herself as she sat down, knowing that there was no way in hell she’d be forging a signature again.

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*Finish*

I hope you enjoyed!  If you have any questions or anything feel free to let me know! (:

[fearfulachilles]

12. parasite free.

chapter twelve to buop (nanami kento x reader jjk medical au.)

contents here.

summary: you're not looking forward to working kento after asami's abrupt return and his lack of communication, but the day goes a lot better than you thought it would. until you get some bad news.

“Are you nervous about seeing Dr. Nanami today?” Megumi asks while you’re waiting for Nobara and Yuji.

It’s the early morning and work is about to start soon. Megumi and you are the only two ready to leave, so you stand next to each other as Nobara and Yuji tear the apartment apart with the last spare minutes they have to get ready. You try to hide from Megumi’s invasive question by wrapping your scrub jacket across your body and crossing your arms.

“No, why would I be nervous?” You can hear your own defensive tone. Yuji joins the waiting pool just as you answered, a piece of toast between his teeth as he puts on his scrub jacket that matches with the chose of scrubs he’s wearing.

“Because his ex-fiancé showed up yesterday.” Megumi responds in an obvious tone.

You haven’t talked about Asami showing up at work yet. It only happened yesterday, but you carried on after work like it was nothing. You laughed with your roommates on your way to your car just minutes after Kento tells you he’ll text you soon and you arrived home like you were okay with it all.

To make it obvious you didn’t care if Kento did or didn’t text you, you put your phone on silent and purposely left it in your room while you hung out in the living room the entire night. Your roommates joined you in watching reruns of a reality show you had found on a streaming service. They swore it was because they’re interested in the show of your choice, but truthfully they didn’t want you to sit alone with whatever thoughts you may or may not be having running in your head.

No one mentioned what happened at work, the three of them were waiting for you to say something, and when you didn’t, they had to accept that you didn’t want to talk about it. But they were worried for you. They’ve noticed the subtle changes in you lately.

You’d come home from your time with Kento, a plate full of left overs of what you and Kento—mostly Kento—cooked that evening. You’d talk about him the whole time while the three of them scarfed down the food, and while they were engrossed in the rich flavors of new dishes almost every night, they also listened to how happy and comfortable you’d been getting with Kento.

You were falling for him, you didn’t realize it, but they could see it.

Kento didn’t text you at all.

Zero messages from him. You stared at your phone with a heavy pit in your stomach at the end of the night. You don’t know what you expected, but you felt like you should have known better.

“The other woman.” Yuji whispers dramatically, bringing you back to the present and now holding his toast in his hand. He takes a giantic bite out of it and chews thoroughly before talking again. “Technically, you’re the other woman, right?”

“No, moron,” Nobara chimes. Her bedroom door shuts close behind her and she walks up to join the three of you. “Nanami and his little pharmacy rep weren’t together anymore, so it was fair game.” She’s kept her promise to you, she’s going to be mean to and about Asami, even now.

You sigh and grip your keys tightly. “I’m waiting for you guys in my car.”

But everyone was ready to leave now, so the three of them don't give you a moment’s peace and follow you out the front door and pile into your car.

The drive to work was a nice distraction. Yuji sat in the front with you and continuously changed songs, never letting one finish completely before he skipped to the next one. The loud yelling and requests for songs were surprisingly clearing your mind from the impending awkwardness you’d face with Kento today.

You were scheduled to work with him today. Usually, you’d be looking forward to it. The longing stares and lingering touches between patient visits made your skin tingle and burn. The built up tension would burst the minute you’re back in Kento’s apartment, ravishing each other until you’re both sticky, sweaty messes.

Your legs feel heavy like they’re made out of led as you walk into the clinic. You try your best to avoid making eye contact with Kento the minute you’re inside the building, which turns out to be easy when you realize he’s actually nowhere to be found.

It was odd, to say the least. Kento is usually at work by now. After grabbing your scribe laptops, all of you went the nurse stations where the scheduled physicians would be working at. Nobara went with Dr. Ieiri, Megumi with Dr. Gojo, and Yuji with Dr. Haibara.

Dr. Nanami still hadn’t shown up. You log into the electronic health system to check the day’s schedule and you find it completely empty. Kento’s clinic had been canceled. Now it’s really feeling weird.

You check the rest of the physicians’ schedules and see a familar name that’s taken Kento’s place today: Dr. Suguru Geto.

Right on cue, you hear Suguru’s silky voice call your name. You feel chills down your spine and your stomach churn. You blame it on Suguru’s sudden appearance in the clinic, something that never happens, rather than how attractive his voice is.

You turn to face the physician, mustering up a smile. “Good morning, Dr. Geto. I think I’m scribing for you today.”

“You’re correct. I had some last minute cases come in for post-op visits.” He explains. His long hair is tied up today, though lose strands frame his pretty face. “Sorry for the sudden intrusion.”

You’re quick to shake your head, waving off his apology with your hand. “No, it’s good, great, awesome. I’ve totally missed working with you.”

You’re kissing butt and even though Suguru can tell that you are, he finds it funny. Even his deep chuckling sounds attractive and it pairs nicely with the small smile on his pink lips and the small crinkles at the corner of his eyes.

You’re not completely lying. Sure, last time, which was also the only other time you’ve worked with Suguru, was exhausting; Suguru wouldn’t slow down for you, barely paid any mind to you. But this time feels different, he’s already making some small talk with you, so that’s a good sign, right?

“Still, I hope some of these patients will help you forgive me for barging in. They’re rather interesting.” Suguru can tell he’s peaked your interest by the way your ears perked up.

“Interesting how?” You asked, leaning over to look at the screen Suguru was currently using. You read the patient’s demographics but nothing stands out to you.

“Do you know what neurocysticercosis is?” Suguru’s smirk is alluring and it only grows when you shake your head.

You’re blown away after your first patient of the day.

“Parasites—!” You exclaim in a hushed tone, leaning over the nurse station desk so Suguru can hear you. He’s laughing again, keeping it low and quiet but you hear the rumbling. “—In the brain? That’s so, oh my god...”

The patient was a 36-year-old male who was experiencing unresolving seizures and waited six weeks before choosing to get evaluated by a professional (Dr. Gojo). After numerous tests and scans, the diagnosis was: neurocysticercosis, A.K.A. parasites in his brain.

You felt squeamish in the exam room, you tried your best not to stare at the patient and wonder how it feels to have parasites crawling around in your brain, but you failed the whole time. Now you still stare and watch the patient walks out of the clinic, parasite-free.

“And you removed all of them?” You ask still amazed, looking back at Suguru who’s attention is still on you.

Suguru nods slightly, like it’s no big deal. “One by one. I had the entire surgery recorded for a case study, I’ll have someone dig it up so you can watch it.”

Your eyes are practically stars, wide and sparkling with curiosity. Not everyone can handle the gritty details of surgery, but you loved them. Suguru found himself liking how you fawned over him, looking at him like he’s some kind of rockstar for doing what he does for a living; he thought it was cute coming from you.

The rest of the day was an unremarkable step up from the last time you scribed for Dr. Geto.

He was still as quick as last time, barely leaving you any time to switch between patients, or breathe, as he zipped in and out of exam rooms. But he was more inclined toward you this time around. Suguru remains as not the most talkative person you’ve worked with, but you can tell the difference in the lingering silences between you two. It was a nice change and a nice distraction from what you were originally dreading today.

Suguru and you finish with patients an hour before the clinic closes. You wrap up finishing patient chart notes, sighing quietly to yourself now that the workday was over for you. From the corner of your eye, you see Suguru scrolling through his phone, occasionally typing.

The silence is nice is no longer dreadful or heavy with worry of wondering if Suguru was pleased or not. You’ve heard talks of Suguru being rather difficult to work with, he expects so much out of those on his team, it feels almost disappointing when you can’t reach his expectations. Today, you didn’t feel that way.

“I’m trying to steal you, you know.” Suguru’s voice is thick like honey, it breaks the quiet between you two and fills you. A chill runs up your arms, prickling your skin.

“O-Oh?” Is all you manage to breathe out.

“I’ve been pestering Gojo to let you scribe my surgeries.” Now his words make more sense. What a way to lead you on. “You’d be working in the OR with me, documenting everything I say on to the operative report.”

Your fingers freeze where they are on the keyboard and your eyebrow quirks up. “I’d be in the OR with you, I can watch you do brain surgery?”

“Yes, if you’d like. You could turn away if it’s too gruesome.”

“Are you kidding? I would love to do that.” You breathe out slowly, a smile inches on your lips. “My roommates are gonna be so jealous.”

Suguru finally clicks his phone off, tucking it into the pocket of his white coat. “Well, I’ll keep pestering Gojo about it.”

Today turned out to be something you needed. You shouldn’t be wallowing over a man you weren’t committed to anyways. Kento has a lot more personal and emotional baggage that you don’t want to care for—you already have your own baggage to lug around and ignore, you can’t spare more effort to do the same to someone else’s.

Even if that someone else has a holy dick that’s made you cum for the first time ever, and has made you cum again and again and again since then. And even if that someone else has the softest blonde hair you’ve ever felt and the firmest hands that hold you in all the right places and the most attractive voice you’ve heard say your name and makes your heart feel like it’s got an arrythmia.

Medicine and surgery are your goals. You and Yuji shared a spit-covered handshake in junior high to become doctors together, and that’s what you should be focusing on. Your time with Suguru today reinforced that goal for you.

“Oh, are you going to visit Nanami today?” Suguru asks out of the blue. It felt like like glass shattering around you.

You’re confused—why is Suguru asking if you’ll visit Kento? Does he know about you two? No, no one knows. Well, except for your roommates. And Maki, someone on the trauma floor who’s been hanging out with Nobara a lot lately, she might know too. But still, no one else important enough to this hospital should know, so why is Suguru asking you this?

You try your best to keep yourself casual. “N-No, why would I—I don’t know Dr. Nanami that well, why would I ever do that?”

Why is Suguru looking at you like that? Like you’re mean, or worse, like you’ve just confessed to hooking up with one of the doctors you work for.

“Uh, okay.” Suguru’s words slither out slowly. “Well, he’s being discharged later tonight, I thought you’d pop in before he leaves.”

“Discharged?”

Suguru realizes you haven’t heard what’s happened. “He was brought into the ER last night after a car accident. Dr. Gojo admitted him for over night observation.”

Suguru notices the change in your demeanor. Delivering bad news is common as a doctor, it’s roughly 40% of his job, it’d be higher if he was bad at his job. He is used to being the bearer of bad news, but he doesn’t like how you shrink into yourself, picking at your cuticles and your skin turning slightly white.

“That’s terrible...” You swallow slowly, your throat feels dry. “I-I don’t know him like that, we just work well together. But I hope he recovers soon.”

“I’ll let him know.” Suguru’s rests his hand on your shoulder, a touch of comfort you can’t feel through how cold your skin is.

You smile but it doesn’t reach up to your eyes like you were previously doing. After giving you a last sympathetic smile, Suguru takes his leave and you’re left to think about Kento alone.

All night you were mulling over if you should care if Kento texted you or not, only to feel a bottomless pit in your gut when you read zero notifications on your phone screen. You thought Kento was probably too busy consummating whatever the status of his relationship was with Asami, but he wasn’t.

Kento was lying in a hospital room after a car crash.

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Ghost Doctor KDrama

Doctor Lee and Doctor Oh sat at a cafeteria table, happily chatting over the books he was lending her as a new cardiology resident.

Koh SeungTak leered at them from around a corner.

“Why can’t I ever get you for lunch?… Since when did he like anybody?” He mumbled to himself, looking like a wet dog in the rain despite being dry and also not a dog.

“Koh SeungTak!” Cha YoungMin annunciated suddenly behind the younger doctor.

Koh SeungTak startled and whirled around. Cha YoungMin suppressed a smile at the sight of those wide eyes.

“So this is what you’ve been doing instead of attending my surgery?”

Koh SeungTak whipped his head around to the maybe—better not be—couple then the dark windows and back, “ah… hahaha, I guess I lost track of time?” He treated the other doctor to his sunny smile of dimples. It must have been a very slow day if three of the cardiologists could slack off.

“100 squat reps.”

“What!? Noooo!”

Cha YoungMin began turning as the other whined, but it wasn’t the senior who had that upper hand.

“I lost track of time, so I didn’t eat lunch.” Cha YoungMin spun on his heel as Koh SeungTak continued with his trump card. “Yeah, and wow, it’s so dark out! I guess the cafeteria has been closed for a while….”

It was the beginning of winter so whilst it would have been a good point five months ago, there was no cut-off from food in the hospital, never mind the little cafés around inside or shops outside. But that escaped Cha YoungMin.

“What!?” He shouted and got the studying pair’s attention this time as he grabbed Koh SeungTak’s shoulder sleeve.

“Hehe-wah!”

Crystal watched as Cha YoungMin whisked Koh SeungTak away. She sighed at their antics and wondered, not for the first time, how Jang SeJin could have such a high tolerance for them—then again, she’d had a pretty bratty half-brother and had braved whatever America had to throw at her.

Doctor Lee leant in, “doesn’t it ever bother you?”

“Hah?” She turned back to her avid study-buddy.

“You know…” he gestured towards where the curious pair had disappeared to, “what’s going on between them. You know… I thought you and Koh SeungTak were… you know.”

She stared blankly at him because, frankly, she relished making others squirm. Doctor Lee didn’t disappoint.

“I-I’m sorry, I assumed… sorry. Just forget it. I’m sorry.”

She chuckled and leaned in herself, “maybe we are but I’m waiting for him to say something.” She let it settle in, his eyes widening and somehow seeming a bit proud. “But if you tell anyone, I’ll beat you up!”

He flinched when she raised her hand. At that, she turned back to their, mostly her, studies. If Doctor Oh the Senior was still around, he’d appear in the body of his favorite cleaning lady to give some advice about love that could actually go horribly wrong if one interpreted it incorrectly.

Eight floors up, in Jang SeJin’s ninth floor office, Cha YoungMin excitedly barged in on the neurosurgeon with a whining Koh SeungTak by all the layers of cloth the poor man had on his shoulder.

“Sweetie,” was all the other doctor said, in English and lyrically, as she turned the digital page of a new scientific article.

“Honey!” Cha YoungMin paused to return with the same energy before finally letting the poor resident go in order to drag somethings from the fridge.

“Whaaaa!” Koh SeungTak drawled at the two stacked lunch boxes were pulled out. “This is your cooking?”

A smile took Cha YoungMin by surprise at the eagerness of the other doctor despite how often the exchange had already happened. The soft moment lasted before he remembered himself. “Jang SeJin, I made tofu and omelette again for you. You haven’t had lunch either, have you?”

That made her put her tablet down, “neither did you, with surgery.”

“Yes, but, that’s surgery!”

I just want a poly for them🥹. If you know a fic, pls lemme know