#and you expect me to just nod my head and tell you how valid you are. every. single. time.

[katamarigender]

crushing a can against my forehead talking to this person grAH

[slu7formen]

MDNI. luke castellan x fem!reader

just luke discovering he might have a praise kink with you. lord have mercy.

warnings: praise kink, dom!luke, pet names, unprotected p in v (don’t), oral s3x (m receiving)

reminder: english’s not my first language so I apologize for any spelling mistakes

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“Ah. Fuck, baby, do that again”

Luke let out another strangled moan when you gagged around his cock, your throat tightening. He couldn’t believe you would do anything he asked you to.

It happened every single time. You would literally say yes to anything, the only thing he was sure you were not gonna agree to, was to having sex with him.

Boy, was he wrong.

Now he had you on your knees in his cabin, gagging around him over and over again until he wanted to ask you to stop, but how could he? Everything about this was heavenly to him; your warm mouth, the tears in the corner of your eyes, your swollen lips, your nails digging into his thighs whenever you felt him too deep inside your mouth, his hand wrapping around your hair in a loose ponytail and push your head further into him.

But this wasn’t about him, as much as he wanted it to be. He had promised to fuck you earlier during a potent training session, a promise you would not let slip from your mouth until it happened. And it didn’t, yet.

And he didn’t know why he said it, he really didn’t know, but the way your eyes lit up as if he was a god you could worship, the way there was a sparkle held in them, so bright yet so appealing. You looked inviting to him, he wanted to eat you alive, but he knew that things had flipped the other way around when he said it. He had just gently asked you to stop sucking him off; that was it. But Gods, what came after…

“There you go” he cooed, gently pushing your head back. “Good girl”

It made your guts spin in a way it never happened before.

Luke didn’t know what got into you. You were suddenly out of breath, your chest pressed against your tight t-shirt suddenly stopping its movements and you just stared at him in awe.

He got scared.

“Are you okay?” he gently asked, attempting to place a stray of your hair behind your ear, but he only reached to cup your jaw before you spoke.

“Call me that again”

He tilted his head, confused.

“What?”

You sighed. “Call me that again” you repeated, voice thick with desperation. “Please?”

Luke hesitated, unsure or what to make of your request. His mind raced with questions, but deep down, he couldn´t deny the thrill that suddenly coursed through his body. He leaned in, elbows resting on his knees, as he raised one of his fingers to trail it down your jaw. “Good girl” he said.

The effect was instantaneous. Your breath hitched, and your eyes fluttered shut at his tender touch, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

A dark chuckle erupted from him, a mean action. A fucking praise kink, you had to be joking. He didn´t know how to feel about it, mainly because he didn´t expect you to be into this type of stuff. But as he started to dig into his mind; how your cheeks flustered red when someone complimented your skills, how you smiled sweetly whenever people praised your new techniques, or the way you styled your hair, or how good you dressed. He had it all in front of his nose and never saw it.

But he also realized, you didn´t want this from anyone. You wanted it from him; his words, his validation, his encouragement, his approval. You wanted him to tell you how good you were, you wanted him.

He brushed his thumb over your lip. “My beautiful baby” he whispered with desire. “All you want to be is good to me, right?”

You opened your eyes slowly, cheeks flushing red. Your heart raced with excitement when you nodded eagerly, unable to deny the truth on his words. All you wanted was to please him, to be everything he wanted and more. You saw his grin widened when he flickered his eyes into yours, then back to your lips. He leaned in more, brushing his pink and puffy lips against yours.

“You´re so needy for me” he murmured in a seductive tone. “But I like it. I like knowing that what you crave are my words. That you´ll do anything to please me”

Your body hummed in anticipation due to the intensity of his words. You tried to lean further into his touch, you wanted more. Luke´s finger trailed down the column of your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Tell me what you want, baby” he whispered.

Your head was spinning, leaving you breathless for a moment. “I want you” you confessed in a tiny voice. “I want you to take me, to show me that I´m yours”

“Show you that you´re mine?” he repeated, the mockery evident in his voice. But your eyes glistened, shining with tiny tears due to the previous work he had put you through, and because of the sudden fear that you might have taken it too far. It wasn´t your fault though, it was what you felt. The need to please Luke in any way you could was always there, always with you, and now that you had the chance to do it, you and only you, you didn´t wanna miss it. So, as you looked up at him in awe, mesmerized by his features and figure, like a god, he pressed his thumb over the tiny bit of mascara that had escaped your eyes, removing it, he said; “I can do that”

And he did.

It was not hard to fall into Luke Castellan´s arms and have the need to stay there forever. He was poison, intoxicating in the best possible way. His scent, his touch, his presence —, everything about him had you under his spell, captivated by his allure, by the need to belong to him completely.

With one hand pressed on the back of your head and the other holding a tight grip on your hip, Luke moved with a primal, almost animalistic intensity that left you gasping for air in between the pillows. He sent waves through your body with each thrust, along with a tight feeling on your belly every time the tip of his cock hit that sweet spot.

And his words never seemed to stop.

“You´re doing so good, doll. Behaving like the good little girl you are” he murmured under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.

He had gotten rid of your clothes long ago, after giving you the most intense orgasm thanks to his skilled tongue and fingers, now the only piece of clothing covering your body being your panties, messily pulled to the side, growing damp at scratching Luke´s cock with every snap of his hips.

He was growing his praise to you unconsciously, he had to close his eyes many times to prevent himself from exploding into you. You were just so fucking beautiful, he could just cum due to the sight of you; your hair messily flying over your sweaty back, your hands gripping the sheets, the way your flesh squished together when you squirmed or when his hand would grip tighter.

He had to let you know, eventually. “This fucking body is a crime, baby” he cooed. “It´s so perfect. You´re perfect, taking my cock so fucking well”

Luke´s words sent a cold jolt through your body, electrifying every nerve and sending you further into ecstasy. You felt his words dripping down your spine, flames burning like the intense desire in between you two.

“God, Luke” you managed to choke out. “Don´t stop, please”

He responded with a low growl, his movements becoming more urgent as he began to chase down his own release. Your cunt tightened around him more every time, gripping on his cock inside you in a wet and warm embrace that dripped down your thighs. Each thrust was more intense than the last, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

As your bodies moved In perfect synchrony, the room filled with the sound of skin to skin, punctuated by the symphony of your moans and Luke´s ragged breaths.

“I can´t hold back much longer” Luke confessed, his voice strained with effort. “You feel too damn good”

You clung to him desperately, nails digging into the flesh of one of his thighs as you urged him on. And then, with a final, desperate cry, you tumbled over the edge, body twitching momentarily. Luke followed close behind, his own climax crashing over him like a wave, and inside you.

As your pleasure subsided, you collapsed into each other´s arms, and for a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your ragged breaths as you lay there, bodies still sweaty and shaky due to the aftershock of such an electric moment.

You laughed then, a hand covering your face. “What?” Luke asked, a confused smile painted on his face.

“Nothing” you shrugged off, turning your neck towards him, a shy smile in your mouth. “You´re too good at this”

[cameronspecial]

You Will Always Be My Business

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

Summary: Y/N goes on her first date after her break up with Rafe and he has something to say about it.

A/N: This is inspired by this post.

Masterlist

Rafe and Y/N broke up about two months ago. Y/N couldn’t deal with Rafe’s possessiveness and addiction anymore, so she had to end their relationship for her own sanity. She was surprised by how easily he let her go because she expected more of an argument from him, but after his pleas to not leave him were ignored, he accepted their fate and left. Even with his vices, Y/N was heartbroken by their separation. There was a side to Rafe that only she got to see and it showed her the man he could be if he wanted to. It showered her in love with no limit. 

Now, two months later, Y/N is getting ready for her first date with Aaron. She is nowhere near healed from the breakup; however, she needs to try to move on to help the process. Aaron knows about Rafe and also just got out of a relationship, so they are both on the same page with what this relationship is. She finishes putting her earrings in when the knock comes at her door. She jogs to the door and opens it with a smile. “Hey, Beautiful. Are you ready to go?” Aaron greets. She nods while grabbing her purse, “Yep, lead the way.” 

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The door to the car shuts with a thud and Y/N thanks Aaron for dropping her off. She jogs to her front door, fumbling with her keys as she places them in the lock. “The date must not have been that great if he isn’t coming inside.” She jumps at the voice coming from her side and turns toward Rafe. The porch sensor finally flicks on, illuminating him clearly. She doesn’t know what to say to him, so he continues. His head flicks toward Aaron’s car, “Might want to tell him you are safe. Don’t want him waiting there all night.” She turns to Aaron and gives him a thumbs-up. When Aaron looks unsure, she nods. The sound of his motor fades as she enters her house with Rafe in tow. “What are you doing here?” she questions, going through the motions of getting comfortable. Rafe drops to a squat to undo the buckles of her heels, “A little birdy told me that you were going on a date. I wanted to check in and see if he treated you like the gentleman you deserve.” 

“We aren’t dating anymore, so how I get treated by other men is none of your business.” 

Rafe stands to his full height, towering over her. His hands drop onto the back of the couch she is leaning against and traps her within his arms. He leans forward so she can feel his breath against her ear, “You will always be my business. My heart is completely and utterly yours and yours is mine. No matter how long we are apart, we will always be each other’s. So if you need time to play the field, then you take it because, in the end, you are going to come back to me.” Her breath hitches when he presses his lips against her cheek. He takes tentative steps back before leaving her alone to question the validity of his statement. 

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming

[san8ny]

robber ellie falling in love with victim reader😭

Something.

?: tried experimenting with angst / Older!Divorced!Reader x Younger!Robber!Ellie / Bi!Reader

“and you decided on here of all places?” You ask for what seems like the hundredth time, cleaver in your hold waving in the air all too closely for Ellie’s liking.

“Fuck— yes, lady, like I said, I just get paid to do this shit.” She groans, struggling against the ropes you had her embraced in, “What kind of knots even are these?..”

“Now, i’ve never really had to use this up until now..”

She feels her eyes widen, color draining from her face at the implication, “Woah! H-hey, you wouldn’t need to. We can find a compromise—

“You tried stealing my father’s urn.

Ellie’s winces at the weight of your words, her soiled plan gone to waste, “I thought it was a regular vase.. but— but with that being said, I didn’t succeed so you don’t need to be so brutal! Eh?‘Whaddya say?”

You stare at her for a rather long time before taking the knife and inching it towards her,

Ellie’s entire body tenses up, teeth clenching and her eyes shutting to prep for her seemingly inevitable demise—

Instead, you lightly poke her chest with the knife experimentally, “You’ve got like, no boobs.”

“WHAT THE FUCK? O-oh my god, you’re a pervert..”

“You’re in my house.”

“THAT DOESN’T JUSTIFY IT!”

“Back on topic! Why my place?”

“Needed the cash, how else?” She spits, gaze still never meeting yours fully

“That bad?”

“Wouldn’t be robbing people if I didn’t, would I?” She snaps aggressively, though it was expected

“You know, you should be nicer to me.” You say, reaching over back for your knife threateningly. She seems to quiet down at that, relaxing her shoulders as she obediently nods,

“I think i’d rather you just call the police at this poin, lady..” Ellie whispers, not having the willpower to deal with your manical interrogations, “My dad is sick, alright? He’s on the verge of dying, and I need that money for his treatment. Content now?”

After a brief pause, you speak up,

“Tell you what, you give me proof of this.. and I might be graceful enough to do something for you.” You thumb her bangs, separating each strand to reveal the glistening beads of sweat that pool at her auburn hairline.

“Huh, why?” Her head raises at your all-too gracious proposal, what exactly were you playing at? Pay the person trying to rob you? It’s laughable.

“Well..” you tilt your head, “You’re interesting”

Eventually, you do let her go, informing her of an easier way out than she came in. However, a deep pit in her stomach tells her she’d had been safer with cops than with whatever you were.

The following week, she’s being put to absolute work once she’d validated her father’s bills with you— from scrubbing floors to literally helping you wash your hair in that stupidly huge bathtub you have— she wants to hate you. no, she does! She hates you with every fiber in her. So, why does she feel so strongly opposed to seeing you interact with your husband everytime he’s back from his job? Maybe she hates him too? Yeah, that must be! Ellie hates everything to do with you by proxy, including your husband.

“Have you ever considered marriage, Eleanor?” You ask out of the blue, politely cutting your steak as you two sit across from each other at the dinner table, your husband not being present, per usual, not like he ever is. “My name is Ellie, not..whatever that is.”

You grin at her response, “Aren’t you too old to be going by a nickname though? Especially one as infantile as Ellie? It sounds like a pet-name if i’m being honest.”

She feels a vein threatening to pop as she points her fork at you, “Well, it’s my name so either call me it or not.”

There it is. The way you stare at her even when she’s slightly out of line. It’s a mixture of both amusement and surprise. Like she was some sort of entertainment for you.

“Ellie it is.” You softly say, smiling as you chew your food.

She hates the way it rolls off your tongue smoothly, no sign of condescension in it despite your previous words.

She hates how she feels something else stirring other than supposed hatred.

The other time she’s noticed this odd-feeling of hers rear it’s ugly head, was when you two had visited a bath-house, you stripping with ease as you walk the small steps they have before relaxing into the steamy water. Ellie stands there awkwardly, watching as you let your hair-bun down, all stress exiting your body once the sensations of the water settle around you.

“Well, aren’t you joining me, Ellie?”

She bites her bottom lip in an anxious fashion, almost fighting herself whether or not she’d let herself get that close to you. Regardless, one overpowers the other so she, like you, quickly sheds her clothing, stepping into the pool experimentally, however, she maintains a moderate space inbetween you two, careful not to ever let her body even touch a bristle of hair on yours.

Facing across from you, she studies the way your eyes are closed, soft crows feet at the corners— you were only 31 as she learnt, and already seemed so tired of the life you lived, having to run an entire estate while your— fuck, she couldn’t even recall his name— husband, ran business elsewhere. Ellie saw and took care of you more than she’d ever seen him done. I mean, what did you even see in him— ..what is she saying?

At the realization, she turns her gaze away from your face, eyes instead busying themselves with the small ripples the water makes.

“You never answered my answer.”

She doesn’t seem to want to avert her gaze from the water just yet, but speaks, “I don’t answer alot of the questions you ask if you haven’t noticed.”

“So will you answer one if I ask now?”

“Why should I?” She scoffs at your bluntness, if she didn’t want to answer a question, it’s not like you’d force it out of her.

“I see.” You say, before standing up to dry yourself off with a towel. At this, Ellie seems alarmed. What happened? Why’d you leave so suddenly? Why— why does she seem to care recently more than she’d like?

A reasonable amount of time had passed since the bathhouse, and you seemed to forget about it reasonably quicker. Almost immediately, actually. Currently, you were hauled up in your study while Ellie sweeped the hallway flooring. Upon arrival to your door, she’s met with a quick ‘I’d like to be alone, thank you!’ She rolls her eyes, knocking again. When ignored again, she opts for a 3rd time, before you open the door in irritation, “What— Oh, it’s you, Ellie! Hello!”

“Yes, yes, it’s me, can I come in? I have to tidy up this room before I can clock it for the night.” She says briefly, attempting to enter the room before you block her way with a nervous smile, “I don’t think this room is obligatory, you can just skip it and leave.”

“Uh, no, I’d like to it now rather than have it pile up tomorrow.”

“That’s really not necessary, I mean it, i’ll clean it even.” You try one last time of persuasion. However, this earns you a blank state and an occasional eye-twitch.

Sighing, you step to the side, “If you insist..”

Ellie looks around as you return to your desk, massaging your temples as you seem focused on a slight-stack of documents. I mean, she hadn’t seen you this stressed since the time you were told the oak-tree in the grand-garden had to be cut down because the neighbors were complaining about it obstructing sunlight to their meek vegtable plants. You went though with it, with the help of Ellie’s shoulder and a couple of shirts she had to run through each time you soaked them with your tears.

“I thought you said you had an accountant for taxing?” she asks, dusting the bookshelves, “I do,” You say, biting the cap of your pen as you twirl yourself in the swivel-chair, “these are divorce papers.”

It’s almost like time itself stops when those words dawn on Ellie. You’re..divorcing whatshisname? It’s like a fever dream. Almost surreal. Sure, you two never seemed all that in-love but you had your moments like when you’d kiss his cheek before he departs for whatever country he had shit to do in, I mean, that’s..romantic, right?

“12 years i’ll never get back down the drain. This, is why I ask you if you’d ever marry. Could you ever dedicate your life to another for it to be wasted like this?” You snap your fingers to signify time, bitterly laughing at Ellie’s solemn expression, “Don’t look at me like that, I liked you better than the others because we mutually agreed not to pity eachother.”

There it is, that feeling she faces when these moments spring up on her.

It’s not pity, it’s more like understanding where you’re coming from— but that’d be sympathy. Ellie doesn’t feel quite sympathetic about it, I mean, rich people don’t exactly feel that anyways but, she wants you to be the exception. You’re not like whatever the bunch are. You don’t frequent country clubs and you don’t go seeking elaborate affairs to spice your life. You’re an unsatisfied woman.

“I was young, you know? When my family heard of the marriage, they immediately called me mentally unwell— his family? Even worse. Guess what they immediately came to as reasoning? Witchcraft. It’s comical, isn’t? Me using spells to make a man of all things want me. If I did that, i’d be with Christian Bale, I tell ‘ya! I should’ve taken my signs then when he wouldn’t defend me, but I chalked it up to his fear of confrontation. ” You share, sipping your tea, “Older Men do nothing but leech off your youth. Don’t be like me, Ellie.”

“I won’t.” She finally says, though her throat tightens up, making her voice extra quivery rather than the assertion she was going for.

“Oh dear, don’t tell me my cautionary tale scared you?”

“No! No! It didn’t. I was just wondering, does your rule .. also apply to women?”

A brow is raised in response to the question, “I’d say so, though it’s a more common practice among that accursed other gender.” You kid, smiling. Ellie’s lips slightly pull into their own smile, her worrying expression now relaxing when she thinks you hadn’t caught onto her words yet.

“Do you like older women?”

At that question, Ellie feels the embarrassment return double the amount, slightly ruffling her short hair as she feels the hotness reach her cheeks, “I’m indifferent.”

Ah.

You look out the window before looking at your ring, “I don’t suppose your answer is supposed to imply dual-affection?”

She sighs, continuing to sweep, “I only like women, miss.”

…

“I suppose a women as a lover would be nice.”

Ellie’s heart races at this, is..this an opening? What exactly were you trying to do by saying this?

“Have you ever been with one, Ellie?” You tease lightly

Oh, how she wished the ground would swallow her whole.

After a brief pausing to catch both her breath and recollection of thoughts “..No, ma’am.”

“Want me to be your first?”

How this turnt into many illustrious nights with Ellie warming your the bed had become something both of you couldn’t come with an answer for other transactional sex.

How scandalous would this be if it got out? A well known older, recent divorcee seeking comfort in the arms of her 20 something year old house-hand. It would only intensify rumors, not that you ever cared, but..

“I won’t let you ruin yourself.” You softly whisper, sweeping a light tucking of hair behind her ear, “You’re too sweet for your own good, Ellie..”

That night, while Ellie slumbers, you pull together her seemingly last paycheck, wads of cash together into an envelope that could easily total above 20,000 as you place them near her pillow.

When she does awake, she’s brought to the empty idea of you, slot next to her feeling cold and empty. Where did you go?

Instead of a verbal answer, she’s given one in the form of payment and a brief letter:

‘Will be enough for your father’s bill. Collect your stuff at once and leave.’

Even when she does leave— she says nothing, catching a glimpse of you sat on the stump of the old oak-tree in what seems to be deep thought.

As per usual, Ellie’s last to saying everything

“Anyone could have seen she wasn’t in the right of mind.” The elderly ladies exchange amongst themselves, “I just didn’t expect it to be in such bad taste. Nobody is going to buy that home.’

Ellie’s fingertips brush against the ‘SELLING HOME’ sign they’ve posted up, the other 20 she’s ran off with clearly not stopping the process of this house being sold.

How long has it been since you left her behind again?

[dilfl0v3rss]

boxer!todo who trains almost every damn day. always wanting to be at his top physique at all times.

boxer!todo who lets you come with him to every training session or workout at the gym so you don’t get lonely.

boxer!todo who is undefeated due to his raw strength and ability to adjust to anyone’s fighting style. he’s beaten men bigger and faster than him because he’s just that good.

boxer!todo who doesn’t allow you to come to some of his fights. not wanting you to see how gruesome it could get in the ring.

“papa why notttt” you whined, feet stomping on the ground as you followed your boyfriend around the house. “cause i can tell how it’s gonna go. ion want you seeing all the blood and bruises ma.” he said calmly as he bent down to grab a water from the fridge. “but he was talkin so much shit at the press conference. talkin bout how he’s the best and how you never gon amount to him. wish i could fuck that nigga up myself.” you mumbled your last sentence, making todo chuckle as he watched how upset you were getting. you took the insults worse than him, and he was the one getting them. “don’t worry mama ima whoop his ass. jus need you t’stay here when the day comes while i go handle my business, aight?”

boxer!todo who spends his day offs taking you out or chilling with you at home.

boxer!todo who spoils you rotten with most of his money. if there’s was something you liked, expect it to be at your doorstep within the next week.

boxer!todo who makes sure you always have a good view of him at the fights he lets you attend. loving how you scream for him when he does a move he’s been working on or how you’re quick to lift him up when he takes a particularly hard hit.

“cmon pa we eat those”

“you got it baby hit him in the body”

“focus todo! you not done yet!”

“uhh huhhh he can’t fuck wit you baby”

he loved hearing your pretty voice.

boxer!todo who made sure to give you a reward for keeping him in check during ever match.

“you my good little motivator ain’t you mama?” his thrusts were quick, large hand pressed down lightly on your stomach so he could feel himself moving inside of you. “mhmm. you d-did so good daddy” you moaned. todo smiled as he began fucking you deeper, making your back arch off the bed as he caressed your cheek with his other hand. “did good ‘cause i had you there to cheer me on. love makin my pretty girl proud. you proud of me ma? lemme hear you say it.” todo didn’t care about how anyone else felt about him, but you. always seeking your validation after a good fight. “m’so proud of you. there’s n-nobody better papa.” “uhh huh. nobody.”

boxer!todo who also fucks you so good when he’s not happy with his performance after barely winning a fight that should’ve been “light work” for him. feeling that since he couldn’t give his all in the ring he’ll make up for it in the bedroom.

boxer!todo who never went out partying after his fights. always choosing to relax at home with you rather than be in a room with a bunch of drunk guys and bitches with their asses out.

boxer!todo who has you wear his chain during every match. you bought him the chain as a gift when he won his first fight as a pro boxer. it wasn’t the most expensive, but it was still worth a lot. you saved up for months to get it for him and he almost cried when you showed it to him.

“you didn’t have to-” “yes i did. you been working so hard and you deserve it. gon be the best there ever was baby” todo’s eyes began to water as he let you put the chain around his neck. it fit nice, sitting right over his strong pecs. “cant wear it while i fight so ima need you t’keep it safe f’me. that okay ma?” you nodded your head before giving him a passionate kiss on the lips. “i don’t mind wearin it as long as you continue to think of me” todo smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulled your head into his broad chest. “always.”

boxer!todo who keeps a level head for most of his fights, never really letting the trash talk at the conferences get to him. he saw no point in trying to get a rise out of his opponent and felt that they should feel the same way, but they never did. there was only one time he let his anger take over and it nearly got him disqualified.

“a.t how do you feel about your ability to win this fight” the reporter said. todo kept his face serious as he thought about his answer. “well i been training real hard, learning some new skills. i feel like if i keep my head straight and fall through with my plans i should be able to win this thing.” he toyed with his chain as he spoke, not really thinking anything of this little event and just wanting to get home to his pretty girlfriend. the reporter asked his opponent the same question, and while he answered he noticed todo wasn’t paying attention to him at all. still playing with the gold around his neck. he noticed that it was the same chain he’d see you wearing when he would come to scout todo’s matches. a smirk planted on his face before he uttered something he’d come to regret. “yea i know ima win. and after i do, ima bring me a honey home. might even give his little girlfriend a taste since i heard she got a thing for winners.” loud gasps immediately filled the room as well as your living room while you watched the whole thing live on the edge of your couch.

everyone waited for todo to retaliate, but he didn’t. he kept calm as a small chuckle flew from his lips. holding his head down as he began to crack his knuckles. “we’ll see.” was all he said before the press moved on with their next question. everyone thought he was fine. his opponent even slumped down in his chair a little more as he thought his insult did absolutely nothing, but you knew the truth. todo only cracked his knuckles when he was angry. really angry. usually only doing so to keep himself from punching or breaking something. when he got home that night he acted as if everything was fine, but you could tell he thought about it all the time. by the way he’d hit the punching bag with a little more force than usual or how he nearly sent his trainer flying out the ring before walking towards his locker room. todo was pissed.

when the day came he made you promise not to come to or watch the fight. the seriousness in his tone made you worry, but you fell through with your promise because it meant so much to him. when todo came home it was a lot earlier than you’d imagine. his fights usually took thirty minutes to an hour, but at this rate his opponent couldn’t have lasted longer than the first round. “you win?” voice small as you watched your boyfriend quietly walk straight towards the bedroom. “mhm…” he walked into the room, closing the door behind him. you scrambled to your phone to see what could have him acting like this. a quiet gasp left your lips as you watched clips of the very short fight. like you thought, the poor guy didn’t last the first round. receiving blow after deadly blow from your boyfriend before eventually getting punched so hard in the face that he flew to the other side of the ring. “mama get in here! need you right now.” you smiled before taking a deep breath and skipping your way to your bedroom.

boxer!todo who fucked you the best when he was hot and jealous after a fight.

[hail-brod]

A Tale of Woe

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Jack Sparrow x FReader

Summary: Gibbs tells Will about the time he saw Captain Jack Sparrow fall in love, betray, and shatter from his own undoing.

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A/N: haha I'm back. Just a short one and it's a Captain Jack Sparrow fic! Didn't see that one coming, eh? You can probably expect more of it. Soon. I'm rolling with so much love for this pirate and other Johnny Depp characters. They'll come around, don't worry (✿◡‿◡)

For the meantime, lemme just release this into the wild. I can't keep suffering like this anymore and not post something TT

Credits to the owner of the GIF; got it from Pinterest.

Warning/s: light angst, betrayal, break-up (heartbreak), alcohol, bit of self-deprecation.

WC: 569

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William Turner could not believe his ears. Hearing the tale Gibbs was relaying unto him was nigh unimaginable.

The Captain Jack Sparrow, reckless and mad and unpredictable, was once a man who could love a woman, leveling his love for the seas. Not a one time thing, but quite a serious one.

“The betrayal part, that I can still imagine. But what exactly happened?” he asked, leaning and intently listening.

The old man darts his eyes around cautiously before answering his question. "Left her alone by the hands of the navy. An’ he just fled from there, choosin’ treasure over her darling freedom. Noble she was. Her family wanted her back. But she didn't want to.”

"So this woman," he started with a frown. “sailed out just to be with Jack?”

“Aye," Gibbs agreed. "Lovely woman, I say. Shame i’ had to end that way.”

The man swigs a drink from his tankard as it clanks back down on the table. Will prances at the thought as he strayed his eyes somewhere behind Gibbs. Could Jack actually do that to someone that's dear to him? To be honest, there shouldn't be much faith given when it comes to him but surely there are some things that could be excused. Maybe a valid reason that could justify his actions?

Even a heartless choice at that?

Who is he kidding? Why should I even bother defending that mad pirate?

“Did Jack even regret it?" he asked once more.

But all he received was a bubble of grumble as it erupts into a chuckle. Hints of redness spreading on his cheeks from the alcohol. “Of course he did. Even more so when he saw the lass again. Shattered him real good. Or bad.”

That perks Will’s attention up, brow raised. "Why?”

"Funny how I don't remember allowing you to share my sob story, Mr. Gibbs.”

The pirate himself stood before them, elbows tucked at his sides as he slightly swayed, eyeing one of them. Eyeing Will.

He didn't look upset, but it unnerved Will seeing the cold expression Jack wore. It was so unlike him. But it was also quite sad. Somehow.

Before he could utter an unflattering apology, Gibbs himself beat him to it.

“My apologies, Capt’n. Rum’s might've gotten through me head too much than usual.”

Even as Gibbs tried to explain himself, Jack didn't break his stare on him. The man walked closer towards Will, staring him down under his nose. At this point, Will isn't even sure if he's actually pissed or just being the unpredictable person that he is.

Moments after, Jack was now bending down onto his level. “Curious, are we?"

Will eyed him suspiciously, wondering what's going through the pirate's mind. “What if I am?" he bit back, tipping up a nod.

Jack Sparrow just smiled. One that can easily be mistaken as satisfaction, but Will can see it. The tight creases at the ends of his smile and the empty hollowness that resided in his eyes. He didn't know Jack Sparrow was capable of such emotions.

The said man leaned back up again, standing on his always wobbly toes. The front of his expression daring to fall.

“Right,” Jack said. "Why don't we start with her good ol' merry family of both husband and children? Sounds about right for self-condemnation, aye?”

Maybe Captain Jack Sparrow is not so heartless as he seemed to be.

Ko-fi?

[captianprices40thson]

Just read you're other story, it was awesome. Can you write one with male reader being married to graves and ale and rudy flirting with m/n, but every time m/n is like I'm married but never tells hes married to graves. And one day they are making out on the couch and ale and rudy walk in and are like " NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHY HIM OF ALL PEOPLE. " and " THAT SHOULD BE ME. "

Do you have a man? I don’t see a ring on your finger

Word count: 2.3k

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Graves (jk) None really. A lot of fluff, Los Vaqueros and Graves have beef, Alejandro complains about white people (as he should), 

Notes: Wrote the vast majority of this in class while listening to IT GIRL. You know this is gonna be good. And yes, if you've submitted a request the last three days after I posted my last fic, I’ve started to work on it. Gotten a lot more than I’ve expected so I’m trying my best lol. And Anon, if you want me to rewrite this or make something different, please just ask me to, I really don't mind. I'm not too proud of this one, but I hope I've satisfied you.

(Takes place before the Graves betrayal. Reader is not part of the 141, Shadows or Los Vaqueros, but a secret fourth thing.)

“Come on, Guapo. You’re bluffing.” Alejandro smirked, crossing his arms as he spoke. You chuckled, leaning back against the truck that Rudy was loading up. This wasn’t the first time he had accused you of lying about your relationship status. If you had a dollar for each time, you’d have enough to have another wedding.

“I’m telling you, Alejandro. I’m a married man. How many more times do I have to tell you?” You confirmed for the millionth time, a stupid grin on your face. Truth be told, you didn’t half mind their flirting, it made you feel better about yourself knowing that you still got it. The fact that they refused to believe that you were married, it was sort of funny.

“I don’t see a ring.” Rudy added in after he loaded the final bag onto the truck, a know-it-all look on his face as he walked up to you too. You rolled your eyes, refusing to move from your position because you thought you looked too cool not to. “No one wears rings during active duty, Rodolfo. You see Soap and Ghost wearing theirs?” You spoke back, pushing yourself off your spot on the car for two reasons. Them being, you thought it would be cooler and Rudy was moving to open the door your foot was suffocating.

“No, Ghost wears his ring around his neck. Also I’m pretty sure Soap lost his.” Alejandro commented, making eye contact with you. It wasn’t for long because you immediately closed your eyes as you scoffed.

“Well, that’s Soap for you. I guess I just prefer to not wear mine.” You reasoned, looking over to Rudy, to Alejandro and then over to a whistle that just sounded American. That always made you smile, seeing Graves whistle his Shadows like they were dogs.

“Oh great, it’s the gringo.” Alejandro hissed, causing you to turn your head and shake it a bit.

“Hey.” You scolded him like he was a child and had just said he hated something, which was kind of true. Los Vaqueros had a sort of special hatred for Graves, perhaps it was because he was the most American man you’d ever meet, perhaps it was because he was just kind of an asshole. You’ve been trying to get them to get along, but so far it would only work on Rudy. He was the kinder of the two, it was clear.

“Alejandro. We talked about this.” Rudy chimed in, causing Alejandro to hold out his arms in disbelief. He dropped them to his sides and pointed over to Graves.

“Is it my fault he’s so white? I’m literally being blinded every time I look over at him!” He protested, causing you to chuckle a little. Rudy didn’t let himself smile, although he was internally.

“I know. It is very painful to look at him.” Rudy nodded, placing a hand on Alejandro’s shoulder and shaking his head like he was sympathising with Alejandro after he had been shot or something, not like he was complaining about white people. A valid complaint in most people’s eyes.

“I don’t even say it to any of the 141.” The taller man whisper-shouted, searching for sympathy from you. You smiled, shaking your head as you walked over to him and placed a hand on his other shoulder so you were now one big line.

“Oh yes, you’re very strong, Ale.” You patronised him, talking down to him like he was a toddler. Before he had time to punch you, Graves walked over. Sorry, not walking, strided like the sassy man he is.

“Alright gentlemen. Let’s get this show on the road. You coming with me, Y/N?” Graves smiled, looking over to you. Both Alejandro and Rudy looked over to you, knowing that you always travelled with Graves when you went to go do something. Not belonging to any of their groups, you preferred to travel with your husband.

“Ye-”

“Actually, Y/N will be travelling with us for this mission, Graves. He’s been with you every other time.” Alejandro butted in, placing his arm in front of you like you were going to run off to the man at any minute if he didn’t step in.

“You can’t just decide where he does and doesn’t go, compadre.” Graves tried to argue, but you gave him a look to say it was fine. He nodded, making a little symbol with his hands to tell you that you were to make it up to him later. You had created a lot of those symbols, knowing that it would be hard to communicate all your incredibly affectionate thoughts for one another.

Graves walked away and the three of you turned to the car. Rudy tossed the keys around in his hands, indicating you were to sit in the back because of course Alejandro always had to take shotgun if Rudy was driving.

“Who used this truck last?” Alejandro asked as he opened the passenger’s seat door, sitting down while you buckled in and Rudy turned the keys.

“Uh, It was you last, right Y/N?” Rudy asked, turning back to you. You gave them a thumbs up, your mind replaying why exactly you had used the truck last time. Makeout sessions were not easy to go on base, and the trucks had tinted windows.

“Wait what the…who the fuck did you have in here? W-Why is the seat back like that?” Rudy asked as leant back in the seat only to realise just how far back it was positioned. The taller man held the lever that would pull the seat back up for Rudy and before you could deny anything, Alejandro had something to ask..

“AND WHY DOES THIS CAR SMELL LIKE JAPANESE CHERRY BLOSSOM? WHO THE FUCK DID YOU HAVE IN HERE?” He yelled, causing Rudy to laugh to himself at seeing your guilty face.

“THAT'S JUST HOW I LIKE TO DRIVE!” You lied, trying to come up with an excuse for why the truck was like this. You were sure they didn’t believe you, but they didn’t say anything about it for a moment.

“Sureee, we believe you, love.” Rudy smiled, starting up the car and beginning to lead the rest of the group to the relocation point. You looked over at your hand in the backseat, wondering why you had chosen not to wear your wedding ring. Sure, it was impractical as hell to have on the field, but you could easily attach it to something else, like a necklace. 

“What’re you thinking about, carino? Tryna make up a personality for your fake husband?” Alejandro asked, looking back at you from his chair. You frowned, like a full on cartoon downturned face.

“He isn’t fake, forehead. And what I’m thinking of is none of your business.”

“Oh I get it. It was sexual. You were totally thinking about Rudy and I.” “Don’t drag me into this Ale.”

“You helped me dig this hole, Rudy. You’re coming in with me.”

“Why do you make everything about sex?”

“Why do you not?”

“I’m a human that respects everyone around me, Alejandro. You don't…” You decided to tune them out, it was just the same bickering every time that somehow got you roped up in it. You’d heard it all before. They’d argue about something or other and eventually they’d make up when you forced them to, which made them want to flirt with you even more. You didn’t mind the flirting…it just got a bit tiring sometimes.

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“Hey baby.” Graves smiled as you entered the small section of the base that was dedicated to the shadows while they stayed for the time being. You smiled, walking up to him and embracing the American man in your tired arms, just wanting to hold him.

“Hey Graves.” You mumbled into his shoulder, your voice being muffled by the fabric of his shirt. It was one of your favourites, a dark blue that suited him well. Graves reached a hand up, holding the back of your head and slowly swaying from side to side.

“How were your little cowboy friends? Better drivers than me?” Graves asked, making you groan, remembering how they were flirting with you all trip. The American chuckled at your response, continuing to hold you close.

“They just can’t seem to understand that I’m married. They think it’s impossible…I don’t know whether or not it’s a compliment and at this point, I don’t care.” You groaned, lifting your head up to meet his eyes. His smile, no matter how much of an asshole he was being, was always kind to you.

“Aww, baby.” Graves frowned, holding your face in his hands. You smiled and placed both your hands on his waist, both of you leaning forward to kiss. The two of you had missed the touch that you never seemed to get, this was a rare time.

You both went down to the couch, Graves on top of you as you made out. He moved one of his hands to hold you from the back and you put another in his hair, holding the platinum blonde locks as your passion rose to the surface.

“What the fuck?!” The accented yell caused you and Graves to pull apart and look where it came from. A very very shocked Alejandro and Rudy stood in the doorway, both caught off guard by the situation.

“W-What are you two doing here?” You asked as Graves pushed himself off of you so you could speak to the two men. They never visited this part of the base on purpose, avoiding Graves and his shadows like the plague.

“What are you doing here?” Alejandro retorted, pointing to the two of you with a confused look on his face.

“I’d say its pretty obvious what my husband is doing here.” Graves butted in, pointing to you with his thumb, causing both Alejandro and Rudy’s jaws to drop. You almost let out a laugh, instead choosing to hide your reaction and just look at them blankly.

“W-What did you say?” Rudy questioned Graves, looking over at him and then back to you. It was like he couldn’t believe that someone as sweet and kind as you…was married to Phillip Graves.

“Y/N is my husband. He wasn’t lying about being married, y’know?” Graves smiled a stupid shit eating grin at the two men’s reactions. They both looked over at him, then back to you seemingly in unison. You could only lift up your hands a bit and give a ‘sorry smile’ to them. 

“B-But if not us…why him?” “COME ON, Y/N. YOU CAN DO SO MUCH BETTER!” Alejandro added in, more fond of shouting than Rudy would ever be. You made eye contact with Graves while they yelled, trying to figure out why he was the one you were romantically interested in,

“D-Do you just have a thing for Americans?”

“Is he lying to you about how good of a person he is?”

“What type of car does he drive?” 'HE'S THE WORST, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"

“Fuckin white people, taking everything anyone else wants.”  "WHY HIM OF ALL PEOPLE?"

While the two Mexican men started rambling and guessing why you would be with Graves and not them, you and Graves decided to share another kiss while they argued, effectively shutting them both up.

“You two,” You started as now you finally had their attention. “We’re with each other because we love each other…simple.” You smiled, watching them take in the fact that you actually might just love Graves.

There was a silence while they processed that, a deafening silence and if anyone came past the room, they’d assume there was no life in there. It stayed for a minute before Alejandro spoke up.

“This isn’t over, white boy.” He vaguely threatened, making ‘watching you’ hand gestures and walking out of the room backwards, maintaining eye contact with Graves the whole time. 

“What he said.” Rudy added on, quickly walking after him, just keeping his head forward. When Alejandro bumped into the wall while trying to exit, Rudy grabbed his shoulder and they both muttered something to one another, Alejandro rubbing his head as he left.

“Were they high? What was that?” Graves asked, completely confused on what just went down. You didn’t know whether to defend them or not, because to be honest, you thought they were as well.

“I have no clue…” You whispered, turning back to Graves and laying back down on the couch in the position you were in before. The blonde saw this and smiled, laying down back on top of you, not kissing you, just laying there.

“We can deal with them later.” He whispered, closing his eyes and just laying there with you. You smiled, placing your hand in his hair and mentally preparing yourself for whatever the dynamic duo were going to try next. You had no idea what it was going to be, but you just hoped they wouldn’t resort to trying to kill Graves. But, there was no saying what those men would stoop to to win your affection.

[quack-quack-snacks]

Time Will Tell - Chapter 12

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Warnings: Minor character deaths, passing out 🤪. Word Count: 1,706

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According to the clock on the wall, it was 5:13. When your legs got tired of wandering in circles, you chose to join Eun-hyuk in the surveillance room. It had been a while since you’d talked to him since he spent all his time in there, just waiting for his sister to come back downstairs and for Yi-kyung to return from her brave venture into the basement. 

A knock on the door brought his attention away from the wall of screens and over to you as you entered into the room. 

“Hey, everything okay?” He asked once he turned around to look at you with his normal blank stare. His voice was quiet but had the slightest hint of concern. 

“Yeah, everything’s good. Seok-hyeon has selfishly completely blocked off the market to everyone except him and his wife, so our food source is down unless that opens up again,” you sighed and propped yourself up onto the table next to him as he returned his gaze to the camera. After opening your wallet, you saw the limited amount of cash you had. “I was thinking we could all combine our cash and use it to buy as much food as possible. At least that way Seok-hyeon would open the door for us,” you theorized out loud. He refocused his attention on you as you came up with ideas for what you could do about the food situation. “Maybe we could just steal some,” you theorized again, this time much quieter and sneaking a look at the door to make sure no one was coming in to hear you. 

Eun-hyuk softly laughed at that idea and you shot him a sheepish grin. “That doesn’t sound like a terrible idea honestly.”

Your grin turned more confident and teasing. “Exactly! Wow, Eun-hyuk, never expected you to be one for thievery. Such a rebel,” you teased with a light laugh. 

“We need as much help as we can get,” he said, his voice starting out with a light tone but fading to a more serious one.

You nodded, the smile on your face becoming more subdued. “Yeah of course. Oh! That reminds me, there’s a new guy in the lobby now. He came down with a suitcase full of food that he shared with everyone.”

“That’s good at least, we have a better hold of the food situation for now,” Eun-hyuk nodded.

“I guess, but he seems… off. I don’t know what it is but I don’t trust him,” you confessed, fiddling with your fingers as you remembered the feeling he gave you when you saw him walk toward the group with that suitcase. 

“Okay,” Eun-hyuk started, trying to reassure you and validate you about your feelings. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You nodded and smiled at him gratefully. “Thank you, Eun-hyuk,” you told him. He nodded in return and looked back at the cameras, occasionally glancing back at you as you sat there in silence. When you felt the air start to thicken with a bit of awkwardness due to the silence, you took it as your leave and stood up. “Well, I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yeah, see you later,” he replied. “If you see my sister, could you send her my way?” 

You nodded with a reassuring smile. “She’s tough, she’ll be okay.”

He nodded, looking down at his lap. He was worried but he knew your words were true. Eun-yu was tough, tougher than he wanted her to be. He knew it was the trauma of losing their parents that caused her to be that way, just like how it caused him to become the caretaker of the both of them. 

Even if she hated him for it. 

He shook his head when the daily music sounded from the speakers, realizing he’d been staring at the door where you’d just walked out of. Instead, the music reminded him of when he tried to use the speaker system to call for other survivors. He tried the other day to announce it over the speakers but it didn’t work.

‘Maybe this time…’ he thought.

And so, he stood up to try again. It was the same as before for the first few tries, just straight static and no connection to the building’s speakers as he tested it with his voice. 

It was only after he kept trying, attempting to keep his mind off his wandering sister, that it finally worked. 

You were just wandering around when you heard the speakers projecting Eun-hyuk’s voice all over the building. 

“Survivors,” he announced. “The first floor is safe now. Come to the first floor. We’ll be safer together. We survivors… Must stick together. Please come down. Come down here now… I said, please come down-” His voice cut off and the speakers went back to being silent. You sighed, hoping there would be some people who would be brave enough to get down to the first floor and bring some food and water, but you weren’t going to place any bets on it. 

Your pacing stopped when you heard distant screaming and arguing and you started running towards it. Once you saw the group, you ran up beside everyone. “What the hell is happening?” You asked Eun-hyuk, who looked spooked by your sudden presence. 

“Min-ju! Run!” The woman screamed again just as the young girl was fully in view and revealed herself from behind a flipped-over truck. She sprinted as fast as she could towards them, not stopping or slowing down and not even looking at the ground as she ran. That was her downfall when she tripped over a pothole in the ground, spraining or possibly even breaking her ankle. Jin-ok continued to scream for her daughter as she limped towards them, pain and fear showing on her face. 

“Shouldn’t we do something?” Jae-hwan asked. “We need to decide now!”

“What do we do?” Seung-wan screamed out. 

Just as you had made up your mind that you wouldn’t just let this girl die without any help, you quickly started to step forward. You couldn’t get more than a foot forward when Eun-hyuk protectively wrapped his arms around you, stopping you from moving any further. 

“No!” You screamed. “Let me go! She needs help!” You protested, he just tightened his grip around you without saying a word. You struggled and screamed some more until the two of you were bumped into, stumbling to the side as Su-ung - the resident dressed in military clothes - ran forward, nudging everyone out of the way as he sprinted out of the gate toward Min-ju. Your struggling stopped as you watched him get closer and closer, getting nearly within reaching distance of her until-

Stab!

The tongue of the monster you’d fought off during the first night pierced its way through the chest of Min-ju and through the stomach of Su-ung. With his hand still outreached for the girl, he coughed up blood and fell to the ground with a slap from the tentacle. Min-ju was even more unlucky. The tongue stayed pierced through her as it seemed to be stealing her life, just like it did to that man that first night. It lifted her off the ground, everyone too much in shock at the moment to do anything besides watch in horror as she was harshly dropped onto a concrete slab on the ground. 

Blood dripped down each of the two’s faces, scattering the red liquid all across the bricks underneath them. 

Jin-ok finally broke out of her shock, wailing as she watched the life drain from her daughter’s body. 

“She could still be alive, you know,” the new man said quietly as he approached from behind you and Eun-hyuk. His words broke you out of your stupor and you shot him a glance before moving into action. You watched as Seung-wan and Jae-hwan ran to close the gate and you sighed slightly in relief as you saw it start to close ever so slowly. 

“No way,” Eun-hyuk said as he ran to pull everyone away from the entrance. You took the next step of lifting the storage cabinet to block the entrance again. Eun-hyuk came up to help you when he saw you struggling slightly from the weight and you both succeeded in lifting the box. 

It was so fast you almost didn’t see it happen when the cabinet’s door swung open, knocking Eun-hyuk away with the force and sending him onto his back while you stood less than an inch away from the creature’s tongue. It opened and closed its ‘mouth’, slithering around while it searched for its next meal. You became a statue with how still you stood. You didn’t breathe, didn’t blink, didn’t do anything in shock and fear of the creature. You could hear Eun-hyuk quietly calling your name but you had no reaction, not until the creature slithered back out of the hole when it started to be crushed by the lowering gate. 

You panted heavily as Jin-ok started to sob loudly. Eun-hyuk stood up, stumbling over to you, probably just as much in shock as you were, if not a little less. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. His voice was breathless and shocked but still had worry lacing each word for you. 

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. How could you respond after having the fear of God put into you when you almost died. 

“It’s all your fault!” Jin-ok sobbed out, standing up and going to Eun-hyuk. He turned around to face her, his face blank of anything as he tried to comprehend everything that was happening. “I should’ve gone out!” She started to punch at his chest in her sorrow. “It’s your fault. You killed her!” 

You wanted to stop her, tell her she was wrong with her words and Eun-hyuk wasn’t at fault at all, but you just couldn’t move. It was like your brain had disconnected from everything else. Your feet were cemented to the floor, your eyes glazed over and unfocused, even your ears made everything sound like you were underwater. You could hardly even breathe. 

Correction, you couldn’t breathe. 

Everything was light and bright and you could see and hear things the way they were, and then there was only darkness.

[madlittlecriminal]

Study Buddy ⋮ Leon Kennedy × Female!Reader [a.u]

Request: no, but they are open

Warnings: pure fluff, mutual pining, best friends to lovers, a kiss at the end, they're both in college, he's a bit ooc, im sorry

HES SUCH A CUTIE OMG! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH! AHHHHH

You tapped your pencil on your notebook as Leon waited patiently for your answer.

He was helping you study for your next exam that was already a huge part of your grade, but of course, it had to be on the subject you struggled with the most. Luckily, he had the highest grade in the class, and he was your best friend, so it was a huge win for you.

Or maybe it wasn't too much of a win because you tried not to melt when his pretty blue eyes looked over at you expectantly.

Why did he have to be so pretty?!

"Can we take a break?" You asked, making Leon chuckle.

"It's been 10 minutes."

"So?"

He let out a laugh before leaning back in his chair. "If you give me a valid reason, then maybe we can take a break. I do have your favorite snack in my bag anyway."

"I don't know, I guess I'm just distracted." You shrug, making him raise a brow.

"Distracted? What's on your mind?" He searched your face for a hint, noticing how your gaze adverted his.

"Nothing." You lie, sitting up straight and looking over your notes. "Where were we again?"

Leon tilted his head to the side, eyes still on you. "You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

'Yeah, because it would be so much easier to tell you that I've had a crush on my best friend for so long, not knowing if you feel the same way about me.' You thought as you stared at your notebook.

He rests his hand on his cheek as he waits patiently for you to respond, his eyes scanning your reaction.

"I'm sure." You say, avoiding his eye contact.

"I've known you since we were in high school. If you want to lie, do better than that." He tells you with a raised brow and a smirk.

You gave him a playful glare. "I just don't want to talk about it, Leon."

"If you say so." He says with a shrug. "Just don't expect to have a break until we study for about an hour."

Your eyes go wide. "An hour?!"

Leon shrugs.

You knew he was teasing you.

"You're a pain in my a-" Leon gives you a look before you could finish that sentence, causing you to huff out a breath. "Rear." You conclude, making Leon smile in victory; it's not that he doesn't like swearing, he just doesn't think he's that much of a pain to you.

He patted your head with a smile. "Good to know."

You roll your eyes and he chuckles.

"God, I love you." He says breathlessly.

Your eyes went wide as Leon froze, his smile faltering as he realized what he just said.

Even though you two were best friends, he's never said it like that.

"You do?" You asked, tilting your head to the side as you furrow your brows.

He gulps and nods slowly. "I do."

"Really?"

"Yes," he leans toward you with a small smile. "I really do love you." He confesses, resting a hand on your cheek.

You smile at him before leaning into him as well before letting your lips touch his. Leon kisses back, his thumb grazing your cheek softly. You pull away slowly with a smile, eyes searching his.

"So, what are we?" You ask, making him smile.

"I mean, if you want to be my girl, I don't have any complaints about it."

"Then I'll be your girlfriend."

He grins and pulls out your favorite snack. "Well, he's your first snack as my official girlfriend."

You thank him before taking the snack and eating it, making Leon fall more in love with you as you sat there happily eating your snack, the study session long forgotten for the day.

There was always tomorrow to study.

[yuri-is-online]

Jade would be VERY pleased about finally having another club member. I would be happy to listen to him info dump while we look at mushrooms and neat nature stuff.

I let this sit in my ask box for too long but I've had this idea kicking around in my head for a while and then harveston had to go and drop that one line validating my delusions and you've given me an excuse to post it ha

notes: they/them used for Yuu, violence against animals (a bear), swearing at animals (the same bear), Yuu is unnaturally strong (enough to fight a bear), Yuu is implied to have grown up in a forest/woodsy environment, Jade typical blackmail. Other more serious fic can be found on my masterlist here.

Once upon a time, back when you first arrived in this world, you had been unsure how to feel about NRC. Castles existed back home, sure, but ones like this belonged firmly in illustrations or video games; it felt a but nauseating to walk through your wildest dreams brought to life, even if it was exciting sometimes. It was little wonder to you then that the idea of a Mountain Lover's Club was so appealing.

"Did you hike a lot back home?" Trey has that strange smile on his face that suggests you have made him tense somehow.

"Yes. I practically grew up in the woods." The flow of wind through the branches, the smell of fresh rain on the decomposing earth below, all of it wrapped you in a familiar sense of serenity even if the tree line was completely foreign to you. What are men to rocks and mountains after all? You could make yourself right at home here-

"I still don't think you should join." Trey says with all the air of a man who is certainly not telling you something, but the surprising harsh nod of agreement Riddle gives before injecting himself into the conversation convinces you more than whatever Trey had in mind likely could.

"I'm not entirely certain what they do," Riddle has never forbid you from participating in things since you and his dorm-mates brought him back to his senses," but if you want to hike it might be safer if you did it by yourself, assuming you let one of us know when you are going and when you expect to be back. It wouldn't do to have something that brings you so much joy used against you prefect, none of us want that." But he has always expressed concern when he thinks things to be unsafe, and in this case his argument was something you found yourself agreeing with. Hiking is best done at your own pace anyway, why get a club full of self-centered assholes involved in your me time? Though you did wish now they had been a bit more... specific with their concerns. Maybe outlined some of the club's scheduling, but then they would have needed to ask him and in so doing betrayed your interest.

Which would have been much less embarrassing than how Jade actually found out. Because of course he did, was there ever any doubt he would? ~~~~ There is a creek not far up the mountain path behind your dorm you like to rest at when coming back from your adventures. It's a good place to check over the photos on your camera and enjoy the last few rays of sunlight before returning to whatever mess Grim had made in Ramshackle searching for where you had moved all the tuna cans. Sometimes he joined you, and the two of you would have a little picnic up the path a bit further, but that day had not been one of those days. Nor had the day you met this particular nemesis who is staring you down from just across the creek with such a judgmental glance you would think this was a Sunday brunch and not an afternoon meander through the forest.

"The fuck do you want bitch?" You snarl and the bear indignantly sniffs as if to imply she's better than you. "Oh I'm sorry I didn't realize it was my fault your face is so fucking crooked, thought you were just born that way." She huffs again, making a big show of turning her back on you as you rush to get your equipment off and tucked safely out of reach before the skankiest grizzly you've ever met whips around and charges you shrieking something about "how dare you steal her man!!!!" and blah blah blah "I'll show you, you good for nothing hussy!!!!" as if you could actually understand her and this wasn't a three act play you insisted on writing yourself. You weren't even sure this bear was a girl if you stopped to think about it in between punches, not that you really cared. She huffs and makes a valiant attempt to pin you as you snarl and flash your teeth and beat her right back into the creek laughing at what sounds like pathetic winging about "kids these days!!!" and how rude you are for-

A startled noise pauses your match, as you both turn, harsh glares towards a break in the thicket where a very out of place, very surprised looking man stands, hand infuriatingly poised casually at his chin. His infuriating smirk doesn't unfurl until you growl, deep and low reverberating through your opponent just enough that she decides to leave for the day while you are preoccupied.

"Oya, this is a surprise." Jade doesn't move and you stay firm in the creek, body shaking with unspent adrenaline as he decides to move just a bit closer. "If you were that desperate for a sparring partner, I'm sure Floyd would have obliged, animal abuse is not exactly legal you know?"

"What the fuck are you doing here." You spit before you exit the creek, a flash of something darting through Jade's eyes as his gaze darts between you and your pack on the ground.

"Me? I should be asking that of you. The Mountain Lover's Club had to go through quite an ordeal to get permission to leave the school grounds unsupervised..." His teeth begin to show as you crash down from your high, you hadn't actually thought of whether or not you would need to talk to someone other than a friend about where you were going... surely Riddle would have mentioned something if you did? Or did he not think to ask since he wasn't the adventurous sort? "I can't imagine how the Headmage would react to know his ward had been sneaking out to terrorize the local wildlife."

"Hey Brenda started it!" You snap and Jade looks briefly towards the treeline where a very indignant bear is pursing her lips and inspecting her claws, the very picture of innocence if he does say so himself. "She stole my sandwich while I was taking pictures of the sunset!"

"Maybe you should have had someone there to hold it for you." He laughs, finally moving from his spot towards you and your pack, eyes gleaming with familiarity as he looks over your things. "Perhaps, someone who would be willing to... forget about what he just saw if they accompanied him next time?" It's a threat using what gives you joy against you certainly, and you huff indignantly at it but don't deny his request. Jade is an eel of his word, and his joy at doubling the Mountain Lover's Club membership cannot be contained as he ushers you the rest of the way down the mountain, eager to plan your first expedition together.

Not that he intends to ever delete the pictures he took. Your angry face is just too cute.

[bagopucks]

J. Hughes - A Little Funky

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Jack Hughes x OCD!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warning(s): possibly triggering content to those who do have OCD. Mentions of blood, angst, resisting compulsions.

This one’s for all my OCD people! Your struggle is just as valid even if it’s not always as visible as others’.

Next thing I’m working on is a Quinn request!

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“Why do you do that?”

It caught me off guard the first time Jack asked. I looked up from my menu. Fear struck my heart in concern that I’d already ruined our first date.

“Do what?”

“You blink like..” he paused, mimicking the action. The way I blinked hard. The way my head tilted occasionally with the force I needed to get my eyelids to close just right.

I let out a quiet sigh.

“Why do you do that?” He restated his question.

“‘Cause I’m just a little funky, Jack.” He didn’t need to know. Not yet. It would scare him off. So instead, I phrased it as a joke. But Jack was far more observant than I gave him credit for at first.

It wasn’t the first time my mental health interfered on a date. Or even that date with Jack. After dinner, we had gone back to his place and agreed to spend a bit more time together.

The night had simply gone too well to part so soon.

“What do you wanna watch?”

I shrugged at Jack’s question. I quickly sat down next to him on the couch, leaning into his side as Jack scrolled through a streaming service. I counted the seconds it took for the app to flick down from one section to the next. Lost in thought as he tried finding a movie.

“Stop.” My urgency made Jack raise a brow.

“You wanna watch Corey Carson?”

“No- no.. go back up.” I shook my head, and watched as Jack scrolled up to the previous section.

“Wednesday?”

“It’s wrong now.” I reached for the remote. Jack’s confusion only doubled. I was strategic in my continuation of the scrolling. Only when we got to the bottom of the page and restarted at the top, did I allow Jack to have control over the remote again.

“What was that?”

I never knew how to explain it to him. I didn’t know how to make him understand that my brain just worked a little different than his. I hated to keep him in the dark, but I thought it was safer for us both to keep it as such.

Our ‘talking’ stage consisted of a lot of great moments, with those occasional interruptions sneaking in.

Interruptions that would leave Jack questioning my habits all day, and leave me feeling like I was walking on thin ice.

“Jack baby…I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A beat.

“Jack- Jack..” I tried to stop myself. “Jack, listen.” He looked at me, trying to walk out the door to go to a game. “I love you.”

“I know.”

“You have to say it back now.”

“I already did.”

I could sense myself getting frustrated with him and upset with myself.

“I gotta go.. okay?”

I nodded, but my mind wouldn’t let it go.

“Jack.” I called his name as he opened the door. He quickly looked back at me.

“I love you.”

“I love you too! Jesus..”

“I’m sorry.”

I didn’t know why it had to be like that. Why my mind had to work the way it did. It scared multiple people off, and I was always afraid of losing Jack because of it.

Eventually, months into our real relationship, I sat Jack down to speak with him on the matter. It was only after I could no longer hide it, that we had the talk.

What I didn’t expect was him to be so relieved and accepting when I told him.

“We should really talk about what’s going on.” I cringed as I looked up at Jack from his bed. He looked exhausted from his game. I was equally exhausted from getting up every ten minutes to check if I turned the stove off.

“What’s going on?” I knew what was coming.

“All of this stuff. It’s different. It’s just- you say you love me a million times, and you have all these.. these off behaviors.” I could tell he didn’t want to offend, but that was really the only way for him to describe it.

I slowly sat up, patting the empty space on the bed beside myself.

“Jack please don’t be mad.”

“God I’m not gonna be mad, just please tell me you’re not a psychopath.” He huffed as he dropped onto the bed, pulling his legs up and shimming until he was next to me.

Some might argue I was a psychopath. Some days that’s how it felt.

“It’s OCD. It’s a disorder- it’s just.. it’s really hard to live with sometimes, and I know projecting it on you doesn’t help. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s what?”

“Obsessive compulsive disorder. It’s when you obsess over certain things, and then you have physical or mental compulsions. Like triggered behaviors or actions that help calm you down.”

“Like saying I love you five thousand times?” Jack eyed me with uncertainty.

“Yeah. I get nervous that you’ll leave and maybe..” I hated talking about it.

“Maybe, what?”

“I don’t know. Like what if you leave and then get hurt? Or die? And I never told you that I loved you. Or maybe telling you that I loved you would save you from that fate.”

We spoke for what felt like hours on the topic. Jack asked as many questions as he could, and tried his best to understand.

We both realized that the best form of understanding came with time.

When we moved in together, Jack had a load of time to form an understanding.

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“Hun?” I heard his voice from the bedroom, groggy and confused. I didn’t answer though, staring down at my hands splayed out on the counter top, sobbing quietly as I had convinced myself that my circulation was being cut off.

“Baby?” There was rustling in the bedroom, before the bathroom door opened and in came Jack, in a pair of shorts and no shirt.

“Aw damn..” the disappointment in his tone made my heart break. “Hey, it’s okay.. what’s up?” Jack slipped behind me, carefully wrapping his arms around my torso. He eyed my face, and after a moment he put the pieces together. “Your hands?” We’d been here before.

Jack moved his hands down the expanse of my arms, resting them on top of my own on the cool counter top.

“Don’t look at ‘em. They’re gonna be the same color and feel the exact same way in five or ten minutes.” Jack whispered. He pressed a gentle kiss to my collar. “Gotta relax for me, baby.

I always had issues obsessing over my health. One of said compulsions was the consistent checking of a body part and another was Google searching. In this case, limiting the amount of checking I could actually do, was supposed to help. To show me and my thoughts that I was okay.

At first, I hated giving in to Jack. I hated that his methods never felt like they helped. I hated him because in those moments I felt safer checking myself than not. I couldn’t understand why he wanted me to be hurt.

Over time I began to understand better, that he was helping. I just didn’t like it because it was a good method.

I breathed out a sigh eventually, leaning back into Jack’s chest and nodding to him. “I’m good now.”

There were other days when my OCD got the best of both of us. When Jack struggled between giving in and pushing my limits. When he never quite knew what to do or say.

“I can’t wait to be home.”

“Yeah.. my feet hurt.” I mumbled, eyeing the tile floor of the mall as we neared the door. I had been counting my steps. I made Jack start over with me in three different stores. I think the only reason he agreed was to not ruin my day. But it seemed since it was coming to an end, he was trying to not be as lenient. The second we got to the door, I stopped and turned to go back. Jack gripped my hand tightly.

“We can’t do it again, hun.” I looked back at Jack with wide eyes. His own baby blues responded with a sympathetic look.

“Jack, please.” I squeezed his hand.

��You can do it.” He encouraged, but I wasn’t sure if I could.

“Jack it’s not an even number.” Odd numbers usually meant somebody might die in my head. Jack knew that.

“Who is it?” He spoke softly. He held his free hand out and I slowly stepped into his arms.

“Ellen.” I whispered nervously.

“We can call her when we get home.”

I broke down into tears for the hour long ride. By the time we got into the house, Jack already had Ellen’s number pulled up. When she didn’t answer, he realized his mistake and I was devastated.

Those were learning moments for both Jack and I. He tried to work past his mistake, and I had to wait longer to speak with Ellen. Who had ended up being fine nonetheless.

Jack and I weren’t a perfect couple, and there were nights when I know he got just as frustrated with me as I did with myself. I hated to put that stress on him, but I learned over time that he was not going anywhere.

“Why can’t I just be in here with you? I wanna hang out.” Frustration seeped out of his tone.

“Because I said so, Jack.” I mumbled, barely giving him the time of day with my words, much less my eyes.

One of the things I hated most were the intrusive thoughts I occasionally got about him. The ones that broke my heart, because no matter what they were, I could never live with the thought of myself hurting Jack.

I never wanted to be around him when one came about. Especially because I was always afraid. It was something I never told him, and he never understood.

“Please?”

“No, Jack. Please go call Nico or somebody else. I wanna be alone right now.”

He’d huff and he’d puff, but damn he never went away.

“I’ll be back in a half an hour.”

He was always adamant on checking in on me. He knew when it was my OCD. I had little tells he was good at picking out.

Intrusive thoughts were not the only reason I avoided Jack at times. I also struggled to be around him when he had a cut or broken skin somewhere that was touchable. I was lenient about it being beneath clothing, but on a hand or his face, parts of his arms they weren’t covered by t-shirts, or his legs where they wouldnt be covered by shirts- then I had an issue.

Jack didn’t have diseases by any means. Maybe yaps-a-lot-itus, but other than that, he was fine. That didn’t stop me from getting extra tense when the moment arose where I could have gotten his blood on me. When Jack tried to fight me on that, we usually got into fights.

“Would you at least cuddle with me?”

I hadn’t kissed him for days, not since he busted his lip.

“Jack I can’t. It’s not-“

“There’s nothing wrong with me! I’m fine!”

We could both be emotional in these times. Jack hated to be neglected, and he hated knowing there was nothing he could do to help me. I hated hurting him, and I hated knowing I was helpless against my own mind.

“Please be patient with me?”

“I’m trying!”

If, or when I did get the courage to lay with him, I kept an arguably safe distance. Sometimes Jack would coax me into hand holding, and sometimes he wouldn’t.

There were other nights however, when all I wanted was to be in Jack’s arms. When I’d focus too much on a chest pain or the sound of my own heartbeat. When I’d convince myself I had a heart problem or something major was wrong.

“I really need you to tell me how bad it hurts.” Jack whispered as I sobbed into his chest, his arms wrapped so tightly around me that one might assume I was actually dying. Moments like these always scared the shit out of Jack.

“Baby, I really need to know. If we need to go to the hospital then we need to go now.” Jack tried. I tried to get ahold of my wandering thoughts, trying and failing to communicate with him.

“Come on. You gotta have something for me. One out of ten.. how bad is it?”

He moved one of his hands to trail through my hair.

“Two or three?”

I felt silly for sobbing over a pain that was only two or three on the scale, but that simple confession helped my mind come to its first realization. And it helped Jack relax.

“That’s not bad…” Jack sighed out. “Where’s it hurt? Can you show me?” He slowly pulled away. I looked up at him and swallowed before I reached up to press a hand to the center of my chest, then around my abdomen.

“What’s it feel like?”

I felt myself becoming choked up again. I couldn’t explain it. I let out a strangled sob.

“Hey, hey.. it’s okay.” Jack took my face in his hands, and wiped away the trails of tears. “Is it a sharp pain? Or a dull one, like a soreness? Or does it burn, maybe?”

“It burns..” Jack was always so good at helping me organize what I thought and felt. So good at helping me communicate when I didn’t know how to.

“That’s it?” He asked as if it was nothing. Somehow hearing his nonchalance also relaxed me.

“Baby.. we ate a few hours ago.” Jack whispered, continuing to wipe my tears away. “It’s probably just heartburn.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my head. “I get it sometimes too. Feels all uncomfortable in your stomach and your chest? Kinda tight or burning?” I nodded to confirm that he was correct. “Yeah. It’s just heartburn. It’ll go away, just give it some time. If it doesn’t, we’ll go to the pharmacy and grab some pills.”

I was slow to nod in agreement of his plan. Jack pulled me back into his arms, whispering soft assurances and conversation starters. Some that I answered and some that I didn’t.

Occasionally that pain would grab my attention again, and a new wave of fear would strike, but Jack was one step ahead of it. Always one step ahead.

I rolled over in his arms, my back pressed firmly to his chest. One of Jack’s hands was hidden beneath my shirt, thumb rubbing gently back and forth across the skin of my stomach. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.

“You’re safe right here.” He whispered. “Safe as you could possibly be. It’ll go away before you even wake up in the morning.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Jack.” I mumbled.

“For what?” He shifted, propping himself up on an elbow and looking down at me. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him though.

“For being so hard to handle.” My voice quivered.

“Hey,” he cooed. “Hey, no.” He laid back down and wrapped himself around me, slipping one of his legs stubbornly between my own. Even though I insisted it was a weird position. “You’re just a little funky.. remember?“

I scoffed at his recollection of the first time we ever spoke.

Jack and I may have gone through so much together, but I realized that it was easier to tackle with him, than without him.

“Maybe a lotta funky.. but I still love you.”

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[someone1348]

I need a pick me up from the Jjk angst! So I'm writing a fic!

I have finished the show but there are no spoilers in this fic!

The people in this: Lee!Yuji, Ler!Megumi (healing my itafushi soul)

It is a tickle fic so keep scrolling if you don't want to read it :]

Tw: angst to comfort, being tied up (its nothing bad I promise!), cursing! Other than that it's adorable!

It's a little different from some of the fics I've written before but I still hope you enjoy it! I really missed writing!

-K <3

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Bringing back the sunshine!

Life had put Yuji Itadori through the ringer. It was really true what they say, the sorcerer life will change you in ways you've never expected. No matter what happens in life Yuji always had a smile on his face, even when he was quiet his energy still radiated the warmth of the sun. He is a good guy, anyone can see that just by looking at him. He's also incredibly strong in every aspect. The first to comfort everyone, and the last to finish the fights for everyone. He was respected and loved by everyone around him. Even his enemies could respect how naturally gifted he is.

But he was tired. Yuji had his breaking point and still wasn't fully recovered. He was okay. he just felt empty. He didn't feel like himself. He had been feeling like that for a while now. So much has happened in his life, so fast, too, and he just needed to process. Having Sukuna in his ear didn't help him either, but that's a story for another day. Let's just say jujutsu high has been extra gloomy without their sunshine. Everyone was thrown off balance. However, it hit Megumi especially hard. Megumi Fushiguro does not like feeling off! If things were off, he felt like he couldn't function properly, and it would irriate him to no end. It was like a constant nagging at his heart every time he looked at Yuji. He wanted to do something to help, anything but every idea he tried was a dead end. He knew that Yuji just needed to feel and process, which is absolutely valid, but he couldn't live without that warmth.

It has been long enough now. Megumi was going to get him back, no matter what it took. The pinkette was in his dorm room, next door to Megumi's, rotting away, playing some video game on his phone that he wasn't actually paying attention to. After grabbing some supplies he needed the ravenette took a deep breath and softly knocked on Yuji's door.

"Itadori?" He spoke gently, waiting for an answer.

"Come in."

Megumi's heart sank. The tone in his voice sounded so broken. No normal person could tell that from just two words, but Megumi was different. He knows Yuji, truly knows him.

He shook it off and entered with his stuff, Yuji didn't seem to notice that either considering he wasn't immediately bombard with questions about what he was hiding inside the tiny cardboard box. Yuji just stared at him, moving his head gently, forcing a small smile on his face.

"Drop the fake smile, you don't have to bullshit your feelings around me..." Megumi's voice was stren but calming. Yuji's body dropped gently in an exhale, closing his eyes. He felt so weak and Yuji hated that feeling, but he couldn't shake it no matter what he tried.

"What's up?" Yuji managed to muster out two words as Megumi put the box on the bed next to Yuji. Looking him in the eyes he exclaimed "I know you need to process but I can't function when you're not yourself. So I'm getting Yuji back." This finally caught the vessels attention.

He cocked an eyebrow at the shikigami user "Huh?" Yuji blinked looking down at the box before looking back at Megumi "I'm sorry Megumi, I'm really trying...nothing's working...I think I'm just going to be sad for awhile..."

Megumi nodded "and I'm not dismissing that, you can feel whatever you need to feel, but I won't let you sit here and do nothing, I'm going to try cheering you up, my way, and you're going to like it. Got it?"

Yuji rolled his eyes gently "Good luck"

Megumi just smirked "Trust me, this method has your name written all over it. And the best part is, you don't have to lift a finger, you can just relax and let me take care of you"

This was the first time in a long time Yuji felt something, his heart warmed up a bit and this caused Yuji's eyes to open a little wider, now curious on what this great plan was to cheer him up again.

"Look in the box." Megumi's smirk grew as Yuji slowly opened the cardboard box that was now sitting on his lap. He expected food or something, so he was surprised when he looked down to reveal two different feathers and some fake rope. His eyes widened as he blinked.

"Fushiguro...are you gonna...?" Yuji couldn't even finish his sentence.

"Tickle you? Hell yeah, I am. You need a pick me up, and I figured this would be the best thing for you. I'm gonna tickle you out of that damn head of yours. " Megumi smirk grew even more, if that was even possible.

Yuji face got a little red from embarrassment and joy. Megumi really did know him better then he knew himself. "But um...what's with the rope?"

Megumi chuckled a little "That was going to be used to tie your arms up, if you're comfortable with that. I wanted you to have a choice"

Yuji giggled a little, already starting to feel a little better. "I wouldn't mind this time, I just need to get out of my head"

"Arms up"

You didn't have to tell Yuji twice! He gently put his arms up, thankful that he was in a tank top. Megumi tied his wrists up gently to the bed frame. "Ready?" He smiled as he opened the box again to get the feathers out.

"Dark grey, or white and black?" Yuji blushed a bit looking at them. "The second one!" He spoke confidently as Megumi nodded and put the other one down. Setting the box to the side, sitting on his knees to face him properly.

"I'm gonna get you Yujiii" Megumi wasn't normally too playful but he is comfortable with Yuji and knows that this is what he needs right now. The poor angel was already giggling up a storm and nothing has touched him yet.

Fushiguro smirked again before gently swiping the feather under his arm. Yuji squealed and yolted out of pure instinct. Megumi smiled, admiring the reactions. "Did someone forget how ticklish he is?~" Megumi teased as he took the feather and moved it from the top of his wrist, passed his elbow, all the way down until he reached his underarm again.

Yuji didn't even try to hold in his reactions. The Pinkette's giggles grew the closer and closer Megumi got to his underarm before he let his genuine laughter peak through.

"MehehegumiIIHIHIHI!-" Yuji placed his head back on the bedframe as he laughed. Megumi's smile grew more and more at this. Slowly moving the feather down to slide over his ribs.

"PfFt- HeHehey!" Megumi tilted his head at him and hummed "Hmm?"

Yuji moved his torso out of instinct trying to get away. Megumi raised an eyebrow at this and smirked "Where do you think you're going?" He used his fingers to gently tickle the other side of Yuji's ribs.

"AH!" Yuji squeaked at the sensation and laughed again finding it hard now to escape, but he didn't really want to escape.

Megumi giggled gently "Does it tickle Itadori?" Yuji laughed through his words. "You alreheheady! Knohow! That! Prohohoblem chihiLD- GAH! HAHAHA NOHOHO!" Megumi gave him a fake grumpy face at the nickname and moved his fingers up to wiggle in his underarms.

"Mouth" Megumi warned before stopping and moving the feather around his neck and ears. "Guhuhumi!" Megumi smirked again "Yes?" Yuji giggled like a little kid. "Ihihit tickles!" Megumi nodded "Good. That's the point"

Megumi kept up the gentle strokes as Yuji giggled so much he snorted. This caused Megumi to break out into laughter "THAT WAS GOLD! JUST WAIT UNTIL I TELL GOJO!" Yuji whined through his laughter "Tell hihihim! And you're so deHEHEAD- MEHEHEGUMIIIHIHIHI!" The feather was forgotten as Megumi used both hands to gently squeeze his ticklish hips. His thumbs kneading into the bones gently. Yuji jumped and wiggled as he let his beautiful laughter flow freely.

"NAHAHA! NOHOHOT THAHAHAT!" He squeaked and laughed, trying to get away, but it was no use. Megumi giggled gently as his voice got more teasy. "Oh yes that~" he continued "Tickle Tickle Tickleee~" He skittered one hand up his ribs and sides as the other kept up the gentle squeezes on his hips.

Yuji's face got as pink as his hair as he let himself laugh. The sensation taking over his thought process. "NOhOhoO! TeHeAsinG!" He laughed and gently kicked the bed. Megumi smirked picking up the feather and before circling his bellybutton. "Nohoho nonono dohohon't!-"

"Im sorry Itadori, it looks like the feather is a cursed object, it's moving on its own. I have no say in this" He pretended to be serious which only made Yuji laugh more.

"Noho ihihit's nohot! I don't feheheel any cursed enerGY-HEHE MEHEHEGUMIIIHIHIHI!-" The feather dipped into his bellybutton as he arched gently and threw his head back laughing.

"What's the matter Yuji? Don't tell me this is tickling you" He smiled

"IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES MEGUMI PLEHEHEASE!"

"I told you it's got a mind of its own!"

After a few more minutes, Megumi finally let up and untied him. As Yuji caught his breath with a big smile gracing his features.

Megumi's mission was accomplished. He brought the sunshine back.

"Thank you....Fushiguro"

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I know it's a little different but I hope you all enjoyed! If you have any more pairs or trios you would like to see of jjk let me know!

[harrysfolklore]

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something to celebrate grammy nominee h !!! i hope you like this

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“It’s okay to be nervous, love.”

“I know, but I’m not nervous, I promise.”

You were currently in yours and Harry’s Los Angeles home, sitting on the large couch placed in the back patio, Harry’s phone on the wood table in front of you, waiting for the call from his manager Jeffrey that would tell you if Harry’s House had been nominated for Grammy Awards or not.

Harry had a bittersweet relationship with that award show, in 12 years you’ve been together you’ve had to pick up the pieces when they didn’t recognize his work like it deserved, the worst one being when his debut song, Sign of the times, got completely looked over and he felt disappointed.

“Deep down I knew releasing that one as a debut single wasn’t the right choice” Harry said after hanging up with his manager, the news of his song and album not being nominated for Grammys were just delivered to him.

“Don’t, okay? I’m not going to let you put yourself down, Sign of the times is an amazing song and just because some pretentious committee full of dudes who have never written a song in their life decided that they didn't want to nominate it doesn't mean that you should doubt yourself or your talent, I'm proud of you and I will always be" and you mean it, you were always going to be proud of him.

Now, however, and after winning one of the prestigious awards last year, he claimed that his relationship with them changed and he’s not looking for their recognition anymore. But you knew how much he loved Harry’s House and that it was his most personal work to date, and a nod from the Grammys would make him really happy.

“You know, Harry’s House is the album of the year, whether they recognize it or not,” you said as you placed your chin on his shoulder and kissed his temple softly, “If your name is not on that nominations list, which is impossible, that doesn’t mean you didn’t do an outstanding album that touched multiple people’s hearts, and you shouldn’t feel any less proud of what you did.” you told him sincerely, his eyes glued to the device in front of you and his arms resting on his knees.

He took a moment before replying, “I know, I’m proud of what we did with this record and I know these pretentious awards don’t make me as an artist, but there’s still so much expectation, you know?” he let his words linger in the air and you couldn’t help but feel your heart squeeze a bit, no matter how many years passed, he still felt like he needs to meet some expectation and that makes him pressure himself.

“Hey, listen,” you grabbed his face and made him look at you before continuing, “You don’t need to meet anyone’s expectations, not even mine, you’ve been in this industry for 12 years and you’ve proved to every single person who has doubted you that you have what it takes and you should be proud of that, baby,” you stroked his cheek with your thumb for a moment, his eyes looking soft and a bit watery, “You don’t need any awards or nominations to validate that you’re a great singer and songwriter, and we’re still going to be proud of you no matter what.” you finished your little speech and kept your eyes locked with his, he moved his head to the side to kiss one of your palms gently, then he grabbed both of your hands and placed them on his chest just above his heart, something he has always done in the 12 years you’ve been together.

“I love you, you know?” his voice was soft and tender, and you couldn’t help but melt at the man in front of you, no matter how many years pass, he still gives you butterflies like when you were teenagers, “All these songs are about you, all I do is for you, I don’t care about the stages and the awards if you’re not by my side.” he grabbed your face and placed a kiss on your lips, you stayed like that for a few minutes until the ringing from his phone made you turn your heads.

“Fuck, It’s Jeff,” he said as he grabbed the device and placed it on his ear, your stomach clenching as your own nerves kicked in, “Hey mate, oh really? I mean, that’s good I guess, no yeah I’m good just surprised, I- thank you, thank you so much, love you too, I’ll ring you again later” that was all you could hear and as he hung up his phone finishing the call, you were left with confusion over what had happened.

“And? What did Jeff say?” you said after a few minutes of silence from Harry, you were completely puzzled since his expression was blank and his eyes weren’t telling you anything.

“I’m nominated” he monotonously let out, you could tell that he was still taking it in, totally opposite of you, not being able to contain your excitement and letting out a high pitched squeal.

“Oh my god Harry! You’re nominated!” you threw your arms around his neck and he immediately wrapped his around your torso, “Baby, you’re nominated, you did it!” you let go of this neck to look him in the eyes, and when you saw that they were getting glossy, with tears threatening to come out, your heart grew twice its size, not being able to hold the amount of pride you felt for the man you loved.

“Shit, I’m nominated,” he spoke again, “Seven nominations. Album of the year baby, the most important category, I did it, fuck” he was absolutely gobsmacked, a smile finally appearing on his face and small happy tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I’m so proud of you H, this is huge,” you hugged him again, kissing his jaw, “You deserve this so much.” you kissed his jaw and neck a couple more times until he grabbed your face with both of his hands and made you kiss his lips.

“I love you so much, fuck, I’m so happy!” he said before kissing you again, you went on for a few minutes until you remembered that he must have a couple of people to call and tell them the news.

“Wait, shouldn’t you be calling Mitch, Tyler and the rest of the guys? Your mom too! She’s going to be so happy” you rambled for a minute, being interrupted by his lips on yours again.

“They can wait, baby, don’t you want to celebrate your Grammy nominated boyfriend? Because I have a couple things in mind we could do.” and he kissed you again, dragging both of you inside your house, a long day of celebrations ahead of you.

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[hobie-enthusiast]

totally real req and totally not based off anything you just said but you should totally write hobie making out w a trans male reader and calling them pretty boy totally mhm

totally an actual req mhm mhm it fs isn’t based off anything you just said nope that would be crazy

-🫓

PRETTY LITTLE KISSES !

— hobie brown x transmasc!reader

— comfort and fluff, making out, transmasc reader, dysphoria, kinda suggestive, petnames (sweetheart, love, my boy, pretty boy, handsome), hobie asking for consent cuz he loves that, hobie has a tongue piercing, hobie also calls reader a boy, reader has self-image issues

— a rather dysphoric day prompts hobie to let you know just how he sees you

— 🫓 anon giving me an excuse to write whats on my mind 🫶

You had a long day.

Of course, you always had these days. But this one was particularly harsh. Nothing looked right about yourself in your eyes. You nitpicked at every little feature you despised, that made you look feminine.

And even when you weren’t criticizing yourself in the mirror, you lied in bed, crying about those features. Curled up in a ball with your legs to your chest, alone in your bed.

You voted against messaging Hobie about it. He probably was out saving the city like usual. He was the most amazing guy in the world, and he happened to be your boyfriend. You really couldn’t understand why.

Someone as charming and as cool as him could get anyone he wanted. You knew that.

Night fell, and you were lying in bed, staring at the wall in front of you. Your face was dried with tears by now. But any other thoughts of it would definitely make you cry again. Any reminder would push you back over the edge.

Hobie, meanwhile, opened the door to the apartment, walking in and setting his guitar to the side. “[Name], swee’heart, ‘m back.” He called out.

He expected that to get your attention, as it normally did. But it didn’t. Confused, he walked towards your shared bedroom, opening the door to see your body curled up in the corner. His eyes widened for a moment when he sees the state you’re in. And he feels terrible.

“Oh han’some..” He cooed as you turned over and sat up, face a mess. He made his way to you, sitting on the bed as his thumb runs over your cheek. “Wha’ happened?”

You glance down, sniffling. “It’s nothin’. I’m being stupid.”

“No no, tell me what happened.” He insists, holding your hands in his own.

You debate on if you should explain your troubles. You knew Hobie would never judge you for it, but you felt weak. Would he even know how to help? This isn��t something he has to experience.

“I feel.. horrible.” You start, body drooping down. “I don’t look exactly how I want, like a boy. Maybe I was stupid for transitioning, I don’t know. But I feel like I’m pretending. Undeserving. It sounds stupid, I know..”

Hobie shakes his head, rubbing your shoulder. “Hey now, ‘s not stupid. ‘s okay..” He whispers in a comforting tone. “Those are valid feelin’s. And ‘s okay ‘f tha’s got ya down.”

His words go through your head, but you still feel terrible. He was kind enough to comfort you. You appreciated that. It just didn’t feel like it was helping.

But he continued his words anyways.

“But you are a boy, swee’heart. ‘s how you feel and that shows. You’re so bloody han’some, and ‘m sorry that ya felt this way all day.” He says.

You sigh, glancing up at him. “But it’s pathetic. The way I let this get me down. It shouldn’t.”

“Love, ‘s normal to feel this way.”

“It just.. doesn’t feel like that to me Hobie.” You whisper, body slumping down against the headboard.

Hobie took this as his moment to climb above you, raising your chin to meet his eye. He knows you need reassurance right now, you feel terrible. He had to be the one to give it to you. And boy would he.

“This okay..?” He questions gently. When he sees your nod, he leans in closely. “I think ‘ur the mos’ han’some boy in th’ world. Ya don’t think ‘m a liar, do ya?”

Before you could protest, he closes the gap between the two of you, capturing your lips in his own. Hobie Brown has a way of captivating you, distracting you from any bad feeling. And this was it. Pulling you close to him as he lets his lips dance with yours.

One kiss turns into two, which turns into Hobie pulling you into him, to a more heated session. His hands roam your body as his lips work wonders on yours. He’s got you right where he wants you, and is not going to let you go. Working to help you forget all your previous worries.

He pulls away for a moment, noticing the red tint decorating your cheeks and swollen lips. He takes his thumb, running it down your lips. “My pre’ty boy.. so fuckin’ han’some.”

Hobie’s words make your cheeks even redder, embarrassment flushing through your body. He knows how to reassure you, that his words go above and beyond for you. That much is shown in how shyly you glance away, avoiding his gaze.

“Ah ah, eyes on me when ‘m takin’ to ya, han’some.”

Well shit. He’s got you now.

And he knows he does, the smirk on his face growing. “My han’some boyfriend.. such a pre’ty boy.. can’t ‘ave him thinkin’ he’s any less, yeah?”

Without time to respond again, he dives back into your kiss, this time asking for entrance into your mouth. His piercing already feels so cool on your lips, quite the contrast to your hot cheeks. He loves this feeling, it’s so insanely addictive.

Once you let him slide his tongue in, you’re in absolute bliss. Hobie knows what he’s doing. His movements are meticulous and calculated, allowing your mouth to feel the smooth metal of his tongue piercing. He was driving you insane on purpose. And he’s eating up every moment of it.

Hobie wanted you to forget any doubts you had of yourself. If he could take them away, he would. But for now, he settles for making you forget, giving you something else to obsess over. It’s the least he can do.

Large hands find home on your hips as he rubs circles on them, drawing out any sounds he can get from you. Drawn out whimpers and moans that show you’re enjoying this. To show that he’s doing something right. That you felt amazing right now.

And you give him just that.

“Mm.. there it is.” He muses, ego through the roof. “Such a pre’ty boy, makin’ pre’ty sounds.”

“Hobie..”

He shushes you quietly, hands continuing their motions. “‘s true. You’re s’ han’some, ‘m so fuckin’ lucky. You know that?”

You fein silence, embarrassment seeping through you with Hobie’s words. He always thought so highly of you, you couldn’t see what he did. But hearing it from him, the effortlessly cool punk who chose you, was so insanely comforting.

Hobie was the best thing to happen to you. All your insecurities seem to come to a halt whenever he reassures you, using his words and voice to remind you of how valid you are. He has a way with words, one that you wouldn’t trade for the world.

“C’mon swee’heart. You look like ‘ur thinkin’.” Hobie pulls you from your thoughts, planting gentle kisses on your jaw. “Wh‘s on your mind?” He questions.

You smile softly, hands placing themselves on his arms. “Just thinking.. ‘bout how grateful I am for you.”

“Oh? Are ya now?” He smiles as he brings his head back up to stare at you.

Your hands move to his cheeks. “Yeah. With everything you do for me, ‘m the luckiest person in the world.”

Hobie couldn’t help but smile softly at your words, ruffling your hair. “Of course. You’re my boy.” He said in a loving tone, caressing your cheek. “Neve’ gonna le’ ya think any less, ‘kay?”

You nod carefully as you plant another kiss on his lips. After, you leaned your head on his shoulder, basking in the comfort of his presence. Yeah, Hobie would never let you feel like this without some sort of comfort.

Not on his watch.

[cloudyyoimiya]

I REALLY LOVE WHEN YOU WRITE FOR TECCHOU, IS SO PERFECT MSKZKWOSOWL

Sorry, I just watched a TikTok and I’m so excited to make this request. Have you seen the beige flag trend? Well a girl did it and said that her boyfriend's beige flag was that he makes her pay "kisses toll” when they shower together and she needs to switch spots with him to get under the water. I really would like that scenario with tecchou please🤧

AW IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE HOW I WRITE TECCHOU!!! it makes me so happy oh my lord. i struggle with his dialogue so this was oddly validating. anyways, i really like this request!! thank you for requesting!!

Kiss Toll; Suehiro Tecchou

Format: Scenario

Possible warnings: Kissing, mentions of being naked in a non sexual setting, slightly out of character Tecchou

You and your boyfriend were currently in your shared shower. Tecchou had just gotten home from work, and you could tell that he had a long day of work from how his shoulders slightly slumped and how he smelled of sweat. You didn’t like the smell he brought home, but who were you to judge? He was more active than you in terms of fighting criminals, and that’s something to applaud him for.

That’s when an idea hit you. The two of you could shower together! You needed to shower yourself considering that you had a little dust on you from cleaning, so you felt like a genius for coming up with this idea.

It was a win-win scenario in your eyes. The both of you could relax, and Tecchou wouldn’t stink up the apartment!

Your boyfriend was currently under the water, letting you reach up and wash his hair for him. You carefully massaged his scalp with his cherry shampoo, making sure he relaxed with your touch. He always loved it when you washed his hair for him, so your touch was absolutely welcomed.

When you eventually rinsed out the shampoo and conditioner from his hair, you decided it was your turn to go under the water. You started to shift the both of your bodies so you could get under the water, but Tecchou’s strong, muscular arms stopped you from doing so. He silently held you in place, looking down at you with an expectant expression.

“Kiss toll,” he murmured as he looked down at you.

“Huh?”

“Kiss toll,” Tecchou repeated.

You looked up at him in confusion. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to elaborate on that. I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

A small smile graced your boyfriends face. “Each time you need to go under the water, you’ll have to give me a kiss.”

“Really?” You deadpanned. “You want a kiss each time I want to go under the water?”

Tecchou simply nodded. “Mhm. Now give me a kiss.”

You let out a soft chuckle and quickly gave him a peck on the cheek. It didn’t last for all that long, but you hoped that it would please your boyfriend.

“There. Was that good?” You asked with a smile.

Tecchou shook his head.

“No it wasn’t. The kiss needs to be on the lips,” he spoke with a small smile.

“Are you serious?”

“Very.”

“Alright then,” you said with a thoughtful expression. “I only have to give you one kiss, right?”

Tecchou seemed to think for a short moment. “Just this once it can be one. After that the kiss toll will get more expensive.”

“Okay then,” you said, smiling. “One kiss it is.”

Right after you said that, you gave Tecchou a chaste kiss on the lips. You made sure to keep your lips connected for a few more seconds than you’d usually hold it just for good measure. Who knew that your boyfriend was so greedy for your kisses?

Once you pulled back you could see that Tecchou was lightly blushing. If you didn’t know him beforehand you would’ve just assumed that his cheeks were red from the hot water, but since Tecchou was your boyfriend, you knew that wasn’t the case. He was blushing only from your chaste kiss!

“Will that suffice? Or do I need to give you another so I can get under the water?”

Tecchou shook his head. “No… No that was fine. Thank you, angel.”

Tecchou immediately stopped holding you back with his arms, releasing you gently. The two of you then switched positions, you now being under the water and Tecchou standing in front of you. He looked awfully content with the current situation at hand.

You then went to grab your shampoo, but Tecchou grabbed your arm to stop you. You almost instantly went to look at him with a questionable expression etched onto your face.

“Is something wrong?”

“Let me do it for you,” he replied bluntly. “Wash your hair, I mean.”

“Oh! Okay!”

Tecchou then nodded and took the shampoo from your hand. He then opened the cap and put a little bit of the soap onto his hand. And then with a smile, Tecchou brought his soapy hands down to your hair and started to gently massage your scalp for you.

“Is this alright?” He asked, wanting your reassurance.

“Mhm. It feels nice.”

Your boyfriend only nodded and he continued his ministrations. He seemed like he enjoyed washing your hair for you, much like how he enjoyed it when you washed his hair for him.

Tecchou made sure to keep his washing gentle, not wanting to hurt you. Then after a while he eventually pulled his hands away from your scalp and started to rinse out the shampoo after instructing you to close your eyes. He didn’t want the soap to sting your eyes if it ever got in them.

When the two of you went to get out of the shower, Tecchou stopped you for one moment and gave you a kiss on the cheek. He then started to speak softly, acting as if you two weren’t the only people in the room.

“I love you, my dear.”

i didn’t know how to end this </3

[thecameronchronicles]

Unexpected

TW: Angst. Hints of domestic abuse. Fluffy Rafe. Protective Rafe. Mentions of pregnancy.

SUMMARY: Rafe defends you against his father and reminds you why this new life with him is worth it all. 

WORD COUNT: 2200

REQUESTED

Hi! I have a request for when you come back! I hope it isn’t too similar to anything you’ve written before. This is kind of long so if you write this please take out/change anything you want! So you are a pogue and are dating rafe (not canon rafe) and ward is still kind of ehh about you (meanwhile rose, sarah, and wheezie love you) and your parents are still ehh about rafe. Even though you and rafe are always careful, you end up pregnant and when you and rafe tell your parents they kick you out. So of course rafe tells you to move in with him and when rafe (and you) gets back home he asks everyone to come downstairs and you guys tell his family. Ward plays it cool but later that night you wake up in the middle of the night to go get a glass of water and but see rose standing in the hallway listening to rafe and ward arguing about you and ward says stuff like “how could you be so stupid” “she’s just using you for money” and rafe is trying to be civil and not argue (cause non canon rafe) but then ward says something REALLY bad like “are you even sure it’s yours?” And rafe goes OFF on ward and it gets really bad that rose and eventually you step in and rafe looks at you and is just thinking like “please tell me she didn’t hear all of this”. You and rose calm rafe and ward down and go to bed and rafe is just like “what all did you hear” and you tell him and he’s like “you know everything he said isn’t true” “if he ever talks to you or treats you like that you tell me”. You could end it here and just have it be them going to bed or maybe add the next day (or a few days later) ward apologizes. If you wanted to make it even longer then maybe some time jumps to different stages! Like first doctor appointment, finding out what you’re having, stating to show more, etc.  Can’t wait for your return! 

*THIS IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL REQUEST AND I HOPE I AM ABLE TO DO IT JUSTICE!*

Unexpected

You weren't exactly sure what you were expecting, but this certainly wasn't it. The expressions in which you only wanted to wear pride in reference to you, were now filled with such disappointment. A silent conversation of lowered eyes and scowled mouths that ultimately offered their lack of support in a mutual shaking of their heads. It was during this that Rafe extended his large hand over yours as confirmation. A quiet but powerful grip that reminded you that you were in this together. 

"We raised you to be smarter than this..." Your mother finally spoke as Rafe tensed to how you were addressed. Yet, he did not want to infiltrate the clear frailty of the situation you seemed to have somewhat control over. Instead, he remained on the fringes of a defense. 

"I hope you don't expect us to be raising this baby..." Your father added. 

"Sir, I-" Rafe attempted. 

"You've done enough." Rafe's jaw clenched as he carried his hand to your knee in a further attempt to console you. 

"We've been careful. Always. I never wanted to disrespect her, I've only ever wanted to take care of her..." Rafe validated and simplified his intentions as your eyes illuminated and paused from the tears your parents brought behind your eyes. 

"You think you can?"

"I know, I can..." Your father's jaw pulled to a cocked rest as he slowly nodded. 

"Then she's yours." Your mother looked at your dad for a second before bowing in submission. 

"I think everyone's a bit on edge-"

"One more word, Rafe..." Your father threatened as you moved tearfully to stand before he collected your hand. 

"Just come with me..."

"My stuff-" You looked towards the hall leading to your bedroom as you sniffled. Once happy memories in pictures surrounding this heartbreaking exchange as you could feel the tension grow the longer you lingered. 

"I will take care of you. I promised that a long time ago," His eyes rose to your parents. "And it's a shame they won't get to see it." Before you could reject, he guided you to his car. 

The car remained silent as his hand kept to your thigh. Not a moment since you read the handful of tests to be positive that you were left untouched. 

"I can't do it again..." You confessed as he cut the engine before moving out of the car. In what you believed to be anger, you prepared for a true apprehension to place the blame on you. But once that door came open, he lowered until he could see your expression from beneath the fold you'd made towards him. A bent finger offering every contortion of your expression now made knowledgeable to him. 

"It's you and me. Nobody else but us," His hand rested on your stomach, "matters. And I'm sorry it hurts, but I promise you, I'm never going anywhere. Not when you've given me something so...so beautiful...something that's mine. Ours " He quickly corrected as you nodded. 

"Ours..." You agreed as he helped you from the car, treating you as if you were glass before leading you into Tannyhill. It had taken only a moment before Rose and Wheezie were already in the kitchen discussing your outfit and how they favored it. Of the handful of girls they knee held Rafe's attention, you had been the one in which they adored. All because you didn't care about price tags or club memberships. You cared about authentic hearts, no matter how battered. And Rafe was one you wanted to nurture as you saw the potential beauty it possessed. And even under the shade of a star crossed sky, it bloomed by the nurture offered by you both. 

"What, are you pregnant or something?" Sarah asked with indifference, kind enough to you to not be an enemy, but too wrapped in her own drama to worry about getting close to you one way or another. When your eyes darted to Rafe, who smiled with nervous pride, Sarah's expression changed. 

"Shit..." 

"Well..." Ward was taken aback, catching the confession at the very last second before surprising you with an embrace. But there was something in the grasp that was clearly forced. 

"Her family wasn't as...receptive..."

"Our house is always open to you. Especially now..." His eyes fell to your stomach as Wheezie was nearly bouncing off the walls from excitement. A thousand and one questions came about from baby names to gender wishes as you were unaware Ward had pulled Rafe away. 

After being given the celebration you were denied by your own blood, you were taken to your room. But as you had fallen asleep in his arms rather quickly when he returned to you,  from an exhausting day, you were too immersed in slumber to notice the isolation that came somewhere after you found this rest. 

But your feet were only able to move a few steps before muffled voices were heard beneath your soles. Low enough to not make out the conversation itself, but passionate enough to shake the antiquated bones of the landmark you resided in beneath the grace of the owners. Because of this, whatever reason you'd been made conscious for faltered, and you searched the source of such vocality. 

At the bottom of the steps you would find Rose against the wall outside Ward's study, a pinch on the bridge of her nose as her head came to shake. You knee the scene well as it was often a ridicule of Rafe in what should have been kind yet constructive criticism. 

"We were safe-"

"Apparently not safe enough! I knew if it came down between you and Sarah that I wouldn't be able to rely on you for the brains of any operation, but how could you be so stupid?" Your eyes narrowed. Rafe never explained how cruel his father could be. Instead, he evaded the moments instead and often distracted you with soft kisses, your teasing, and even eventually sultry games of tag, but never in detail as you witnessed now. And it made your blood boil and her jaw tighten before Rose caught your arm. 

"Let them deal with it..." She spoke in warning, true fear behind her eyes as you released a sigh before looking in the slit of the door. 

"She's just using you for your money, don't you get that?!" You commended Rafe for remaining posies through this emotional degradation. Hurtful words from someone who was always supposed to instruct had spoken volumes of his character to not retaliate. But it would take one unwise comment and he was in his soles and towards his father. 

"Sounds to me she doesn't have very high standards...and she hangs around those other pogues all the time. Where she belongs. But how do you know it's even yours?" Rose bolted into the room, trying to keep the men apart as the volume became too obnoxious to make out what either of them had said. But where you were worried about Rafe acting on impulse and doing something he would regret, he was focused on you. Hoping you didn't hear how his father spoke of you. Especially after the rejection and heartlessness of your own family. But now it was your turn to defend the relationship so many had waged against. 

"I love Rafe, Mister Cameron-" He scoffed, fishing a hand through his hair to correct it as you held yourself in front of Rafe as his hands were soft on your hips. But when you spoke these words to hope it would soften the tension,he only scoffed. 

"What could you possibly see in him?" You could feel Rafe deflate behind you. His sole weakness against his promise to you having Ren his father's words. 

"Everything you don't." Ward sent himself forward to speak as Rafe stood before you in immediate defense before you continued. Even as his body shook, symptoms of an unhealthy exchange worn in his tremors, his priority was to protect you. And his child. 

"Rafe has more heart and compassion, that I am beyond grateful he doesn't get from you. And not only is he going to make an incredible father, despite the fact his role model was less than ideal, he is going to excel in all he does because he is smart and devoted and attentive and liayal."

"If you think you get a single penny-" 

"I don't want your money!"

"Maybe not now, but when you are eating off of three days old take out and your power gets cut off-"

"You have no idea, do you?" You asked with narrowed eyes as his eyes rolled. 

"Humor me..."

"Just how much he is going to excel being away from you..." You interlaced your fingers in Rafe's as you led him from the house and down the driveway. Mindless steps continued until he pulled you to a stop. 

"Maybe we can stay at Topper's just for the night until I can get a plan...But I promise you-"

"The only promise you need to make me is that you'll love me...This responsibility doesn't fall on you, Rafe. Not alone anyway." He bowed his head. "And he wasn't right about what he said. Any of it."

"I'm sorry you had to hear any of it...I just want to protect you and I feel like you being with me only hurts you..."

"What hurts is being away from you." To this, he illuminated. More than the stars overhead or the fire in your hearts. 

"Well then you'll never be in pain again, baby. You're stuck with me..." 

"And you're stuck with us..." He grinned widely as your hand set over your stomach. 

The first few months were trying for the initial changes of the coming life within you. Milestones and moments came and distanced as occasional stress and tension found their way within. Following the first doctor's appointment, and a guilt trip from Rose and Wheezie, Ward altered his attempts until you were on chivalrous terms. Maybe never close, but close enough to supply a healthy enough environment for the coming child. 

A boy. A baby boy you'd hoped would harbor Rafe's kind eyes and strong heart. But he would teasingly argue against this as  you were wrapped within his arms at night. The days that continued were spent watching you round, kicks and heartbeats sounded at every chance and sonogram photos hung proudly in the mirror of your shared bedroom to view them as often as possible. 

"You and me, baby..." Rafe reminded by his arms coming around you with a humorous strain to what was once so effortlessly, his hands coming to a rest over yours as your son kicked. 

"Us."

"All of us."

"Forever." You turned to kiss him, such a simple notion validating why this would never be a regret or a mistake in any context. Even if it was unexpected, the best things often are...

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