#drank it so slowly that it didn't do anything but i'm a bit scared of alcohol around this current situation

[immortalsins]

father is back with the daily peace offerings of alcohol and it's now a pretty strong spirit poured like wine would be

[wholoveseggs]

Maybe an elijah x Reader where the Reader is a bit shy about sex and really wants to try out face riding, but is insecure about her weight like that she's scared she'll hurt him or something like that. So somehow elijah finds out (for example thru a dream which he enters) and does it, but she'll try to pull away at the beginning still scared of hurting him and he'll pull her down.

If possible with lots of praise, overstimulation, elijah being dominant, hand kink, sir kink, elijah being a sweetheart, and aftercare?

Soft

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

You've been dating Elijah for a while, but your insecurities keep you from taking things further. But one night, Elijah finally gets the chance to show you how much he loves your curves.

♡♡ Thanks for the request @magicaleaglecloud, I've written a similar fic on this subject called Reminder, but I love this idea so much I'm happy to write more. ♡♡

♡♡ This once again goes out to all my thick thighed brothers and sisters! ♡♡

3.4k words - Warnings: smut, fluff, oral sex, sex dreams, insecure reader, body issues, soft dom!elijah, slight sir!kink, face sitting, fingering, little bit of spanking, tinsy bit of overstim, a fun history fact about beauty standards, praise, kisses & lots of sweetness ♡♡♡

You were beyond nervous, and it showed. You and your boyfriend Elijah Mikaelson had been dating for the last year, and while you loved each other and you wanted to sleep with him, you had been putting it off.

It wasn't anything to do with him, of course. It had everything to do with your insecurities. You didn't fit the current beauty standard. You weren't as skinny as some of the girls Elijah had been with before you. Your hips and thighs touched, you had a stomach, and your breasts were bigger than you liked.

And while you had seen Elijah's eyes roam your body whenever you were with him. You couldn't help but wonder if he secretly felt the same.

You knew you couldn't hold off forever. The thought of being so naked and exposed was beyond scary. But you wanted to be with him in every sense of the word. And you knew you needed to get over yourself.

The plan was to stay the night at his place, a big step for the two of you. You would be spending the night with him. Sleeping in the same bed. And maybe, hopefully, doing other things.

You spent far too much time getting ready, making sure your skin was as flawless as possible, and your hair was just right. You packed the sexiest sleepwear you owned, a deep blue satin nightgown that fell mid-thigh.

Elijah had made reservations at your favorite restaurant, and the entire meal had been magical. Although, you didn't want to eat a lot in front of him. There was always so much shame around your body, and you didn't want him to see it.

"So I'm thinking we can have some wine and relax. Maybe watch a movie or two," Elijah said as he parked the car in front of his house.

"Sounds great." You smiled and took a breath, trying to calm yourself down.

He took your hand, sensing your unease, you were so beautiful and lovely, and he couldn't understand why you were so hard on yourself. He never wanted you to feel that way.

The evening had been perfect. You watched movies, you talked, and you drank the wine, and you felt the tension slowly slipping from your body. He kissed you and it had quickly grown passionate, his lips moving down your neck and you moaned his name.

You weren't sure how it happened, but he was suddenly on top of you, and the feel of his large frame pressed into yours had been amazing. But you felt your anxiety start to bubble to the surface.

"Elijah, wait," you said softly, gently pushing against his chest.

"What's wrong?" He asked, immediately concerned.

"I'm sorry, it's nothing. I just...can I have a moment?" You said, feeling a mix of embarrassed and scared.

"Of course," he said, getting up and allowing you to move from the couch. "Let's go back to the bedroom. We don't have to do anything."

"I'm sorry." You said as he pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head.

"Darling, there is nothing to be sorry about." He said, leading you to his bedroom. "Why don't you get ready for bed? I'm going to take a shower," he said, sensing that you needed a moment alone.

You smiled, feeling like you could breathe. You loved him so much. You were so lucky to have him.

You changed into your nightgown and pulled out your lotion and went about the process of rubbing it into your legs and arms.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in his floor length mirror, and your insecurities came rushing back.

The material clung to you in all the wrong ways. It hugged your hips and stomach and breasts. You frowned, hating the sight. You quickly pulled the blankets down and crawled into bed. There was no way you could let him see you like this.

You tried not to cry, feeling such shame and humiliation, you decided to just sleep and pretend the evening didn't happen.

When Elijah returned, you had fully fallen asleep. He frowned slightly, wishing he could read your mind, wishing he could know what to say. You were so beautiful. How could you not see it?

He slipped into bed beside you and smiled when you instinctively curled into him. You looked so peaceful, and he didn't have the heart to wake you.

The blankets were pulled down a bit, the swell of your breasts clearly visible. And it was impossible not to look.

He loved your body. He loved your curves. He loved the way you felt in his arms. So soft and warm.

You made a quiet little noise and pressed closer to him, and he felt himself harden. It was impossible not to.

Your eyes were moving under your eyelids and your breathing was uneven. Your hands gripped at him, pulling him closer.

"Are you dreaming, my beautiful girl?" Elijah said, brushing the hair away from your face.

"Hmm, Elijah," you moaned quietly, your hips moving and pressing into him.

He smiled, curious about what was going on in your mind, wondering what you were dreaming about.

"Fuck," you said, moving your hips again.

He couldn't help it, he had to know.

His hand gently caressed the side of your face, and then he slowly pressed into your mind, feeling the sensations your dream was causing.

He saw you straddling his face, your hands gripping the headboard, and he could practically taste you on his tongue. You were completely unbidden, your beautiful body bouncing above him, and his large hands gripped your hips.

Elijah pulled out of your mind, groaning at the vision.

"Mm, please," you whimpered, and he was so tempted.

He looked down, your nipples were straining against the material of your gown. Your eyebrows arched, and you moved against him.

"Elijah." You sighed his name, and it was too much.

He couldn't possibly leave this fantasy of yours to the dream world. He had to give you what you needed.

He whispered your name, gently biting down on your earlobe, and you woke with a gasp.

"Elijah." Your voice was thick and sleepy, and it did things to him.

"Did you have a good dream?" He said, kissing along your neck and sucking lightly on your pulse point.

"Yes." You moaned, unable to deny it.

"Tell me," he said, pulling the blankets back, his hands roaming over your body.

"You...we..." You moaned, unsure of how to tell him.

He kissed down your neck, his hands moving down to grip your ass and pull you against him.

"You are so sweet and shy. It's adorable." He smiled, loving the way you blushed.

He started kissing his way down your body, and it was clear where he was headed. His hands dipped under your gown and pushed the material up and over your breasts.

"Elijah." You moaned, trying to cover yourself.

"No." He said, taking your wrists and placing them by your sides. "Don't hide from me. I want to see all of you."

You nodded, closing your eyes as he kissed along your breasts and took a nipple into his mouth. You moaned, arching up into him, loving the way he felt against you.

"So beautiful," he whispered, his lips ghosting over your skin.

He moved further down your body, and his hands gripped your thighs, gently pulling them apart. His lips ghosted over your stomach and you felt yourself tensing up.

"Elijah," you whispered, wanting to stop him, but the feel of his mouth so close to where you were aching for him was too much.

He gently bit down on the soft flesh of your thighs, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin.

"So fucking sexy." He said, looking up at you, his eyes full of lust.

"Wait," you said, sitting up and covering yourself, "I...you don't have to."

He pushed you back down, grabbing your wrists and holding them by your sides.

"Stop. Please, my love. Don't be ashamed." He said, kissing the swell of your stomach and moving further down.

"But..." you moaned, feeling his mouth between your legs, and your words died in your throat.

His mouth was gentle and slow, and he teased your clit, taking his time with you. His tongue moved in lazy circles, and he gently sucked, making you squirm and moan his name.

"Fuck, you taste so good." He groaned, loving the way you moved.

His fingers replaced his tongue and he pushed two inside of you. Moving up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

"Tell me what you like," he said, moving his fingers slowly, wanting to see what made you squirm.

"I like...when you do that." You gasped, his fingers moving deeper and hitting a spot that had you seeing stars.

He kissed along your neck, and he gently nipped at your pulse point, and he could feel your heartbeat quicken.

"You like my fingers baby?" He said, and his words were doing things to you.

"Mmhmm." You moaned, closing your eyes and giving in to the pleasure.

He started moving his fingers faster, curling them with each thrust. And then he pushed a third finger inside of you, stretching you open, and his thumb moved in slow circles over your clit.

"Fuck, oh god. Don't stop. Please." You begged, rocking your hips.

"You're so beautiful. I love the way you move." He said, his hand moving down to grip your thigh and hold you open.

"Please. Please. Fuck, I need..." You gasped, and his mouth covered yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth, and he swallowed your moans.

"You need to cum, is that it, sweet girl?" He asked, and you couldn't believe he was saying these things to you.

"Please, sir." You moaned, and the word slipped out before you could stop yourself.

He grinned, loving the way it sounded, and he wanted to hear it again.

"Cum for me, now." He said, his fingers moving faster, and his thumb pressing against your clit.

The combination was enough to send you over the edge, and the orgasm was powerful, leaving you a shaking mess, moaning his name.

You opened your eyes, and you could see him staring at you. Your cheeks flushed, and you closed your eyes.

"Open your eyes." He commanded, and you obeyed, meeting his gaze.

"There's my beautiful girl. Now, come sit on my face."

"What?" You were sure you heard him wrong.

"Sit on my face. Now." He repeated.

"I...um..." You started, but he cut you off, grabbing your hips and moving you above him.

"That's a good girl." He said, helping you place your knees on either side of his face.

You were trembling, scared that you were too heavy. That the angle was wrong. You wanted to cover yourself. You were so vulnerable like this.

"I said sit." He said, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you down onto his mouth.

"Oh god." You gasped, unable to control the movement of your hips as his tongue started to lick at you.

It was too much. You couldn't take it. Your hands gripped his hair, and his hands grabbed your ass, pulling you down onto him.

You didn't know how he was breathing, but he didn't stop. He smacked your ass hard and growled, and the vibration was intense.

"Good girl, just like that." He said, and his praise went straight to your core.

You moved against him, not caring how desperate you looked, or how unsexy you must have appeared.

"That's it, fuck my face. Take what you need." He said, watching as your body responded to him.

You didn't even know it was possible to orgasm again that quickly, but his tongue was magic, and you were falling apart above him.

You grabbed the headboard, unable to hold back, and his fingers dug into your hips.

"Fuck, I can't. Elijah." You moaned, and the orgasm was more intense than the first one.

Your body was shaking, and he didn't stop. His tongue moved inside of you, and his nose brushed against your clit, the sensation overwhelming.

"Too much!" You said, trying to move away.

He held you in place, smacking your ass, and making you gasp.

"I decide when it's too much," he said, and there was something in his voice that left you shaking.

"Yes sir," you said, your voice a breathy whisper.

He groaned, his tongue moving faster. You moved your hips, matching his rhythm. And the next orgasm was so intense that your knees almost gave out.

"Such a good girl. Come here." He said, moving you down his torso so that your head was resting against his chest, and you were a sweaty, trembling mess.

His hands were all over your body, feeling every curve, every soft place. His lips moved against yours, and you could taste yourself on him.

You were still trying to catch your breath, and your entire body was shaking. You sat up, suddenly very self-conscious, your thick thighs straddling his waist.

"You are so sexy." He said, sitting up and kissing your neck.

"Really?" You asked, surprised and embarrassed, you never felt that way about yourself.

"You have no idea." He said, his hands moving down your back.

He gripped your ass, and his hips moved up, and you could feel his hard length pressing into you. The way his dark eyes watched you had you squirming. His hands moving to push the straps of your nightgown down.

"I want to see all of you. Can I take this off?" He asked, and he was so sweet and kind, and it only made you fall in love with him even more.

"Okay." You nodded, and his hands pulled the material up over your head, tossing it aside and exposing you completely.

"Perfect." He said, his eyes roaming your body.

"Elijah." You whined, covering your breasts, but he took your hands and held them at your sides.

"Let me look at you. I want to see how gorgeous you are. So beautiful." He said, his words were a complete contradiction to the way you felt.

"I'm not," you said, hating the way his eyes were taking you in.

Elijah shook his head, kissing you softly, his hands moved along your body, caressing every inch of you.

"You are." He whispered, and his words were almost convincing.

You shook your head, trying to pull away, but he wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

"Did you know that in the 16th century, women with curvy bodies were considered more beautiful than thin women? In fact, there is a painting from the 1700s by Antonio Canova called The Three Graces, and the figure on the right is considered to be the most beautiful because of her curves."

"Elijah." You couldn't help but laugh at him.

"My sweet girl, I am not trying to convince you of something that you are not ready to believe. But I will always find you the most beautiful woman in the world." He said, kissing your forehead.

You felt yourself blushing and tears were threatening to fall.

"Don't cry," he said, his hands moving along your back, trying to soothe you.

"I'm not, it's just..." you took a breath, unsure of what to say.

"Come here," he said, gently rolling you onto your back and positioning himself above you. "I can show you."

"What?" You asked, a little confused, but the look in his eyes had you curious.

"I can show you how much I love your body. If you'll let me."

"Yes," you nodded, knowing there was no way you could tell him no.

"Good girl." He said, and you could feel the blush on your cheeks.

He kissed you, his lips moving along your neck, and down to your breasts. He kissed each one and moved lower.

"I love the way your breasts fit in my hands." He said, gently kneading the soft flesh and sucking a nipple into his mouth.

"Elijah." You whimpered, and his hands moved to grab your ass.

"I love the way your curves fill out my hands." He said, moving lower and kissing the swell of your stomach, his fingers dipping into the indentation of your belly button, and making you giggle.

"Elijah, please."

"I love the way your thighs are soft and smooth." He said, gently biting the soft flesh and making you moan.

"I love the way your body responds to mine. The way you moan my name." He said, pushing his boxers off, and taking his hard length into his hand, and stroking himself.

"Elijah." You bit your lip, watching him.

"I love the way my cock fits perfectly between your legs." He said, spreading your legs and moving to rest his length against you.

"I love the way your hips are the perfect shape for my hands." He said, grabbing them and holding them tightly.

"I love the way my body feels against yours." He said, moving so that he was pressing into you.

He kissed you, and his hands moved to grab yours, holding them by the sides of your head.

"And I love the way my name sounds on your lips." He whispered, and his cock pushed into you.

He buried his face in your neck, his hands squeezing yours, and his body pressed into yours. You could feel every muscle tensing, and his heart racing.

"I love you, so much," he said, and the words had never been more real.

You wrapped your arms around him, and the moment was pure and uncomplicated. It was everything you needed, and more.

"Elijah," you sighed his name, and it was all the words you couldn't say.

He smiled, moving his hips slowly, his movements controlled and measured. You could feel every inch of him. You had never felt anything so amazing in your life.

You were overwhelmed, the feelings of pleasure mixing with the emotions coursing through your body. You could feel the tears slipping down your cheeks, and he wiped them away, kissing your face.

He pulled your legs back, pressing your knees to your chest, and his cock hit a spot that had you moaning.

"Good girl." He moaned, his thrusts growing faster, and the pleasure was almost too much.

Your body was shaking, and his movements were getting sloppy. His breathing was labored, and his words were a jumbled mess.

He reached down, his hand finding your clit, and he started rubbing slow circles, the pressure sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

"Cum for me." He commanded, and the orgasm hit you hard, your nails digging into his back, and your legs wrapping around him.

"Eli-" You cried out, your voice high-pitched and needy.

His name was a breathy moan, and he could barely hold on. He needed you to cum, needed to feel you clenching around him.

"That's my girl." He moaned, his hips slamming into yours. You could feel him losing control, his cock pulsing inside of you.

He couldn't hold on, the pleasure was too much, and the way you were squeezing his cock had him tumbling over the edge.

His hand found yours, and he intertwined his fingers with yours, his hips slowing, and his eyes met yours.

You didn't know how long you stayed like that, just enjoying the closeness, and the way your bodies were entwined. You wanted to stay in the moment forever. You could feel his heart beating, and his breath on your skin. He eventually got up and grabbed a warm washcloth, cleaning you both, and then crawled back into bed, pulling you close, and wrapping you in his arms. 

"Are you okay?" He asked, and he was worried that maybe he had hurt you. That he had been too rough, or that he had pushed you too far. But you were smiling, and you were happy, and the way your body had responded to him was everything he had hoped for.

"Yes. I'm perfect." You said, and he could see the way the light was reflecting in your eyes, and the smile on your face. He kissed you, his hand cupping your face, and his tongue tangling with yours.

He made you feel so loved and cared for. He made you feel like you were the most important person in his life. Like nothing else mattered.

And for the first time, you felt worthy of his love. A love you always deserved.

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[writerslittlelibrary]

I'm your mother now, chapter 2

masterlist series masterlist

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8

summary: when you wake up in a strange room, you soon come to realize the amazing Black Widow, who appears to be the perfect role model for girls all around the world, is greatly deranged…

pairing: Dark!Natasha x teen reader

warnings: yelling, a lot of swearing, dark themes, kinda evil Natasha

genre: angst

words: 2991

a/n: thank you all so much for the love I’ve gotten on chapter 1, I’m so happy you all liked it :)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work 

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After you had finished eating, Natasha and you continued watching the show. At some point, Natasha had gotten up and returned with hot chocolate. She handed it to you and watched very closely as you drank it, making sure you drank it all.

You didn't understand it, but you decided not to question it and decided not to acknowledge the stares she was giving you.

After you finished the hot chocolate, it made sense to you, as you suddenly became extremely sleepy. Natasha had probably drugged the hot chocolate. She didn't make a move to get up though, continuing to watch to show like nothing was going on. You kept yawning, but she didn't acknowledge it. After about half an hour, her phone started ringing. She turned the alarm off and turned to you.

“Time for bed,” she stated as she got up, still wearing a smile on her face. It creeped you out. She seemed… excited, to put you to bed. You were scared. You didn't know what she was gonna do. 

You got up slowly, following Natasha as she walked to the stairs and made her way up towards your room. It was now that you noticed it had a name plate on it, decorated with your favorite colors and your name written in your favorite font. 

Natasha opened the door, urging you to step inside, then following you and closing the door behind her. You were shaking slightly, scared of what she was going to do now, but she either didn't notice or didn't care. She just walked towards the bathroom door, walking inside and grabbing something, what you could only guess was a toothbrush as you heard the water run for just a moment.

She already knew so much personal information about you, so of course she knew that you wet the toothbrush before brushing your teeth. 

She walked back out, looking confused that you hadn't followed her. She walked towards you and placed her hand on your lower back, leading you into the bathroom and handing you the toothbrush. She herself grabbed a hair brush, and she stood behind you as she watched you brush your teeth through the mirror. 

When she carefully grabbed your hair you flinched slightly, and she just smiled at you. She started brushing your hair, careful not to hurt you as she brushed all the knots out. 

You silently brushed your teeth, watching carefully as Natasha focused on your hair. She was still wearing that creepy smile, and you didn't like how she looked so extremely obsessed with you. When she finished brushing your hair, she put the hairbrush down, parting your hair and making a braid.

She finished quickly, her hands working skillfully as she braided your hair neatly. Once she finished, you decided it was a good time to finish too, so you stopped brushing and went to get a bit of water, but Natasha stopped you with a hand on your shoulder, keeping you upright. 

She grabbed the toothbrush from your hand, turning you around and holding your chin with her free hand.

When you didn't immediately open your mouth she frowned. You just looked at her confused. You didn't understand what she wanted. Did she want to inspect your mouth or anything?

“Open your mouth,” she urged, holding up the toothbrush. Your eyes widened, but you didn't open your mouth. “Listen to your mother, y/n. Open your mouth.” You shook your head slightly, and Natasha let go of your chin, only for that same hand to quickly make contact with your cheek. It wasn't as hard as before, but it still stung. 

She grabbed your chin again, pulling your face back up towards her. “Open your mouth, sweetie,” she stated calmly, smiling down at you. 

Tears stung in your eyes from the pain and embarrassment when you finally opened your mouth, standing absolutely still as she brushed your teeth for you. She finished quickly, pulling the toothbrush from your mouth and kissing your cheek. “Good job for mama,” she said, rinsing the toothbrush and grabbing a cup with water, allowing you to rinse your mouth.

After you were done, she led you back into the bedroom, walking towards the bed and pulling the covers up. She turned around to look at you, and you quickly got in the bed. 

Natasha smiled at you as she tucked you in, putting your stuffed animal close to you, making sure you could hug it easily. You yawned again, too tired from the drugs she had put into your hot chocolate, and you fell asleep almost instantly, nice and cosy in the warmth of the bed.

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The next morning Natasha woke you up. She had softly knocked on the door before she decided to let herself in, walking towards the curtains and opening them slightly.

You groaned and rubbed your eyes, and Natasha was quick to take a seat next to you on the bed. “How did you sleep princess?” she asked you as she gently wiped some hairs from your face. You shrugged, avoiding her gaze as she smiled down at you. “Not much of a morning person, I know,” she sighed.

“Are you my grumpy little baby?” she teased, leaning slightly closer and rubbing her nose on your cheek softly. You groaned and turned your head away, and Natasha laughed slightly. 

“Well it's time to get up. It's time for a bath,” she said as she stood up, walking into the bathroom. You heard her turn on the tab of the bath, tumbling through some cabinets, probably to find some bath soap. Your eyes widened. Was she actually going to give you a bath?

She walked back into your room with a smile, walking towards you and pulling the covers away from you. “Come on, time to pick some clothes for the day,” she urged as she grabbed your hand, pulling you into a sitting position. 

You let her lead you as she walked towards the closet. You hadn't taken much time to inspect the kind of clothes in it, but now that you did you noticed the wide variety. All these clothes must've cost a fortune. Natasha walked over to a cabinet, pushing a sliding door open to reveal different kinds of dresses. She picked out a gray dress that seemed to be made out of some sweatshirt material. It was puffy at the bottom, making it appear as a decent dress.

In reality, there really wasn't much for you to pick as Natasha went around the closet, grabbing everything you'd need. 

Once she finished, she grabbed your hand and led you to the bathroom. She neatly folded the clothes and placed them on a cabinet, turning back to you and reaching for your shirt. You quickly took a step back, pushing the pajama shirt down again. 

“What's wrong, dorogoy? You can't take a bath with your clothes on now, can you?”

Natasha moved closer towards you, trying to reach for your shirt again. “I can take a bath myself,” you told her quickly, taking another step back. Natasha sighed and smiled at you. “Sweetie, I know that you think that, but you need to be cleaned properly,” she explained, making another move to reach for your shirt.

You firmly held your place, still pushing down the shirt with your hands. Natasha sighed again, in frustration this time. “I do not want to put up with this right now. Do as I say,” she said sternly, and you felt a shiver run down your back. 

When you still didn't move, you felt another slap on your cheek. Your head moved to the side as the tears started again. 

Natasha seemed unbothered by your reaction, feeling like slapping you was completely normal for when you didn't listen. She moved towards you, and this time you didn't dare resist her as she pulled the shirt over your head.

You quickly covered your chest, feeling shy and exposed to the woman in front of you.

Natasha didn't seem bothered, but instead worked quickly to get you out of your clothes and help you step into the bath. Once you were settled into the bath, you quickly moved the bubbles that had risen over your body, successfully covering yourself up.

Natasha chuckled slightly at your actions and grabbed some different soap bottles, moving to sit on a stool next to the bathtub.

She took out the braid she had made last night, and scooped some water from the bath with a cup, gently pouring it over your hair. She rinsed your hair thoroughly before grabbing some shampoo, massaging it into your hair before grabbing the cup again to rinse it out.

You were stubborn enough to not lean into her touch, but you couldn't deny you enjoyed the way she washed your hair.

After your hair was finished she allowed you to do the rest of your body on your own, something which you were grateful for. When she decided that you had finished, she grabbed a big fluffy towel and held it up, silently telling you to get up from the bath.

Once you got up she wrapped the towel around you, engulfing you into its warmth. She helped you dry off and get dressed.

She then grabbed your toothbrush again, putting the toothpaste on and rinsing it under water. You frowned, looking confused as to why she'd do that in the morning. When she noticed your expression she smiled. “You have to brush your teeth twice a day, detka,” she simply spoke as she grabbed your chin. 

Recalling what happened yesterday, you quickly opened your mouth and let her brush your teeth.

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After having breakfast, Natasha allowed you to roam around the house for a bit. You weren't sure where you were going, as the house was massive and there were many rooms. After exploring for a while, you realized some closet doors were locked, and there were safety locks on some drawers as well.

Natasha observed you as you slowly checked everything out, making sure to keep her eye on you to ensure you didn't do anything stupid.

“Why are some drawers locked?” you asked quietly when you made it back to the kitchen, where Natasha was sitting. “I don't want you to hurt yourself,” she stated simply, sipping her coffee. “What are you going to do to me?” you asked suddenly, making Natasha look up from her phone.

“Nothing,” she stated, smiling at you. “So you'll let me go?” you asked hopefully, but Natasha just smiled and shook her head. 

“Where would you go? You're already home,” she explained. You shook your head angrily. “This isn't my home!” you told her, but she just smiled. “Go to your room and cool off,” she stated.

You were upset, but listened to what she told you, afraid she'd hurt you again. You walked upstairs and went into your bedroom, letting yourself fall onto your bed. You were angry. So incredibly angry. 

After a few minutes of taking deep breaths, you calmed a little and decided to take a better look at your room. Like you already noticed, everything you owned was there. From your notebooks to your colored pencils, everything was accounted for. The only difference was that the things in your room were new and clean, while your books back home were damaged from all the moving around.

When you went to the desk you found your coloring book, and you decided to color a bit to help yourself calm down.

It was raining heavily outside, and you couldn't deny that you enjoyed the warmth of the house, the cold autumn air outside as you sat inside with the heater on. 

There was a small couch, level with the window, and you sat on it for a while. You were thinking about the weird two days that you'd had. You still couldn't wrap your head around it. Why on earth would Natasha Romanoff, an Avenger, kidnap you? Were all Avengers as deranged as she was, or do they have no idea Natasha kidnapped you?

When it was time for lunch, Natasha made her way upstairs, finding you sitting in the window.

She smiled at the sight, happy to see her daughter finally home. She knew you'd learn to accept it. Learn to love her. She was confident.

When you noticed her you turned to look at her, seeing her smile at you. “I made lunch,” she stated, motioning her head towards the stairs. Without a word you followed her, sitting at the kitchen counter as you watched her plate the food.

“When can I go outside?” you asked quietly, almost whispering. Natasha let out a little snort. “It's practically storming. Why would you want to go outside?” she asked you, finishing plating the eggs and returning the pan to the stove. 

You shrugged slightly, picking at the sleeve of your dress. 

Natasha placed your food in front of you, looking at you expectedly.  “Thank you…” you said, watching as Natasha smiled and sat down in front of you. 

You ate your food quietly, the only sound was the rain pattering against the windows. You enjoyed the quiet, but felt uncomfortable with Natasha staring at you. You cleared your throat slightly as you sat up a little straighter. “So when do I go to school?” 

Natasha looked a bit taken back, but soon returned her facial expression back to normal. “Why would you wanna go back to school?” she asked, and you shrugged. 

“Isn't that like, the law or something,” you said, not daring to meet her gaze.

Natasha chuckled slightly, “not in this country.”

“What country are we in?” you asked surprised, shocked to hear you weren't in the US anymore. “That's nothing to worry about, detka. Your eggs are getting cold,” she said simply, eating some of her eggs herself. 

“Where are we?!” you urged on, and Natasha let out a sigh of frustration as she put her fork down. “We are home-” “Where the fuck are we?!” you yelled at her, afraid of what country you might've ended up in. “You listen to me young lady. I have warned you multiple times to not speak to me in such a tone. We are home and that is final,” Natasha stated firmly, but you just stood up in frustration.

“Where the fuck did you take me?!” you yelled, and Natasha got up as well. “This is your last warning y/n, I mean it.” “Where the fuck are we you crazy motherfucker-” you whimpered as your sentence was cut off with another slap.

You could've known it was coming, but you were too blinded by frustration to think clearly. 

Natasha grabbed your wrist and led you to a basement, dragging you down the stairs and pushing you to the ground. She crouched down to be at your eye level, roughly grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks together. 

“Now you listen to me very carefully. We are at home, I am your mother, and you will stop speaking to me in such a tone,” she stated, squeezing your cheeks a little rougher. “Do you understand?” 

You nodded the best you could, tears rolling down your cheeks. Natasha let go of your face and slapped you, grabbing you cheeks as fast as she had let go, making you face her again.

“Say you understand!” she yelled at you. “I understand…” you croaked out, falling to the floor completely when Natasha let your face go. She quickly stood up and made her way back to the door, leaving you in the basement on your own.

The basement was cold and you shivered as you felt the air blow in. You could still hear the rain, but everything was muffled. 

You had tried to open the door, but it was of no use. It wouldn't budge, and you cried out in frustration, hitting it with your fists. After trying the door for a few minutes, you curled up into the corner, shivering as you closed your eyes.

After a few hours, the door of the basement opened again, and Natasha walked in. She crouched down next to you and hugged you, pulling you into her. She rocked you gently back and forth, shushing your light sniffling. 

“It's okay now, mama's here. Mama loves you my sweet baby,” she spoke softly, kissing the top of your head. 

“Let's go,” she said as she pulled you to your feet, leading you out of the basement and into the warm home again. She settled you down on the couch and wrapped you in a soft blanket, again it being your favorite color. 

She sat next to you and pulled you into her, rubbing her hand up and down your arm, trying to help warm you up. It was like she had taken a complete twist from the woman that locked you in the basement. Instead, she was warm and caring again, comforting you like she had done no wrong. Maybe that was what she actually believed. Maybe she believed she had done no wrong.

Natasha cupped your cheeks, gently turning your head to face her again. “Are you going to listen to mama now?” she asked, and you nodded. 

“Say it,” she softly, but firmly reminded you. 

“I understand,” you told her, but Natasha just shook her head. “You understand… who?” “I understand Natasha-” big mistake, as another blow landed on your cheek.

“Do not ever call me that again,” she said, looking at you expectedly. “I understand… mama…” you slowly said, averting your gaze away from her. Natasha smiled and leaned towards you, giving you a kiss on your forehead. “I knew you'd understand. You're such a smart girl,” she praised you as she gave you another kiss on your cheek, leaning back on the couch and pulling you into her again, hugging you close.

How on earth could a woman be this deranged?

chapter 3

tags: @carol-romanoff @natsxwife @simp-erformarvelwomen @clintsbigtoe

[dreamescapeswriting]

Smutober Day 5 ~ Biting/Bleeding Kink ~ Hyunjin [M]

WORD COUNT: 0.7k

PAIRING: Hyunjin x Fem!Reader 

GENRE: established relationships, minors DNI, fucking in the woods, vampire, mentions of blood, biting, feeding

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - Smutober 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

Your whole body tingled as you walked toward your apartment building, only you would take the shortcut at almost 2 in the morning in the pitch dark. You were about to make it through the small wooded area when you were suddenly pushed against the trunk of a tree and before you could squeal a hand was placed over your mouth. 

"You look so pretty." Hyunjin whispered against your neck, taking in a deep breath as his fangs began to come through. You rolled your eyes a little, thankful you weren't being chased by some creep and it was in fact your creepy vampire boyfriend who got kicked out of scaring you in the middle of the night.

"You scared the fuck out of me." You hissed, slapping against his chest even though you knew it would never do anything. You could never fight off a vampire you knew better than that, but it was still fun to try.

"I'm starving," He mumbled and you already knew what that meant for you. You titled your head to the side and held back a whimper as his teeth dug into your skin drawing blood. The whole thing should have been a turn-off for you but for some reason, it always made you more turned on as he bit into your skin and drank from you. Your thighs rubbed together as you glanced around, it was the dead of night and it wasn't as if someone else was going to come walking through here anytime soon. You bit your lip a little before smirking to yourself,

"F-Fuck me," You begged as he smirked, lifting up the back of your dress and shaking his head when he found you weren't wearing any underwear.

"Easy access, baby?" He whispered, running his fingers through your folds and already finding you wet for him, he let out a small groan at the thought of you being this wet and all for him.

"Anything for you," You teased rolling your hips back before he thrust deeply into you, slowly fucking into you before biting onto the other side of your neck drawing more blood as he snarled a little his eyes turning red as he gave into that animalistic side of himself.

"Right fucking there," You cried out as he thrust into you so hard you could have sworn you were seeing stars and not the ones above your head. Your head rolled forward, resting on the trunk of the tree as you rocked your hips back to meet his, desperate to feel every inch of him.

"You're mine," He moans out as he looks down at your neck, smirking as he sees the previous scars from all of the other times he'd feed on you.

It wasn't like he'd leave you to bleed our or ever drain you completely, he had complete control when it came to you.

"Hyunjin," You cry out as he continued to fuck into you, biting down onto your shoulder this time and sending a whole different pleasure running through you. The lightheadedness you were getting from him feeding mixing in with your oncoming orgasm was leaving you blindsided. You gripped onto the tree and he grunts watching you as he continued to fuck into you.

"Going to fuck you, full baby," He whispered in your ear, his cock increasing in speed as he rutted hard against that one spot inside of you that send you creeping over the edge. You could no longer keep your moans quiet as you screamed out for anyone passing by to hear. God, it felt like he was in your chest at this point as he continued to fuck into you, your back arched and you cried out. Your orgasm hit you so hard your knees began to shake but Hyunjin didn't let you go that easily. He gripped your waist and stood you up straight, turning you around to face him with your back against the tree trunk.

"Hi," He chuckled before biting into his wrist and lending you it to drink from, your hands shakily took his wrist into your grasp and you drank for him. Smiling in relief you felt the light headedness begin to fade and your vision returning to normal.

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[lost-walmartbag]

Prom with Stan Marsh

Warning: Alchole use, swearing

Background: In this one-shot Stan and Wendy break up before prom and while comforting him he drunkenly admits his feelings for you. You don't believe him and when he is sober he confesses once more asking if you could go to prom with him.

Status: Request Open

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You didn't know what to do for prom. You didn't have a boyfriend or any guy you were talking to. You did have a crush on Stan but he was with Wendy and while you weren't really friends with her it wouldn't be right to act on it. But that didn't stop the idea from going into your head when Wendy and Stan broke up for good 3 weeks before prom.

Wendy threw herself into planning prom while Stan moped around. You were friends with Stan so when you saw how sad he was you were the first one to be by his side. You were always there when they broke up because Stan always came to you for comfort. Stan texted you first in fact you were the only person he told. You went to his house immediately after he texted you and when he opened the door you saw he was holding a bottle of whiskey.

"Oh my god Stan." You say stepping inside and taking the bottle from his hand and putting it away.

"Give it back I need it." He mumbled drunkenly swiping for it but failing.

"Stan stop come here." You say slowly wrapping your arms around him.

He put his head on your shoulder and quietly cried. It hurt seeing him like this, especially about another girl. But it felt selfish to think about your feelings for him while he was being so vulnerable with you.

"I know Stanley I'm here." You say soothingly rubbing his hair.

"I just dont know what to do." He mumbled into your shoulder.

"How about we try to do something to get your mind off it? We can go get some food, watch a movie, just anything to make you feel better." You say pulling back and looking at him.

His eyes were red and puffy from crying but he was still just as beautiful. You just wanted to put your lips on his but you shook the thought away. He sniffles and looks at you but shakes his head.

"Bleach my hair." He stated putting his hands on your shoulders.

"W-what? No your drunk you'll hate me tommorow if I let you do that." You say clearly shocked by what he said.

"Please? She loved my hair. I need it to be different I dont want to think about her." He begged looking up at you with his puppy dog eyes.

You hesitated but the look on his face made you melt a bit. You nodded and sighed, you were so scared he'd hate you once he sobered up but in this moment you couldn't tell him no. You took him to your place where you could bleach his hair. You lead him to your bathroom and brought him a seat. You gave him a burger and a cup of water hoping it would sober him up.

"Stan I need you to tell me right now you won't hate me if I do this," You say wrapping a plastic sheet around his shoulders to protect his shirt.

He grabbed your wrist and looked up at you. You blushed and when you looked in his eyes you felt like he was looking at you like he was in love with you, but that had to just be you being delusional.

"I won't hate you. I want this please." He begged.

"Ok. Try your best not to move ok?" You say beginning the process of bleaching his hair.

As you worked on his hair, he hummed happily as he ate and drank his water. It was clearly taking his mind off things, and it made you happy seeing him like this. Once you finished, you rinsed off his hair. He was still a bit drunk but definitely way better than before. Once you finished rinsing his hair off you blow dried it and fluffed it up.

"Ok I think we're done." You say running your fingers through his hair and turned him around to look at himself in the mirror.

He stared at himself in the mirror as his lips slowly turned into a large smile. He jumped up quickly removed the plastic sheet and hugged you tightly.

"Thank you Y/N," His arms were around you tightly and it made you blush.

He looked at you and without thinking, maybe it was because he was still a bit drunk, he crashed his lips on yours. You were taken aback it was all you wanted but was this ok? He was a bit drunk was it ok to do this?

You couldn't help yourself and just kissed him back. You didn't care that he might have been using you as a rebound you just wanted this for a few more seconds. He pulled back looking down at you and smiled. You suddenly snap back into reality and shake your head.

"Stan I.." You started but he cut you off.

"I like you Y/N.." He says his face a bit red which only made yours worst.

"Your drunk." You mumble and take his hand leading him to your car.

"No I'm not. I like you Y/N." He repeated as he gets into the passenger seat.

"Stan I like you. And I don't want to be a rebound. If you really like me tell me again later. When you're not drunk." You say taking him home.

Stan understood, and after that day, you and Stan were a bit awkward with each other, but you two were mostly normal. Stan remembered every single thing that happened, but he didn't make that clear. He honestly didn't want to let you know he remembered. You thought that maybe he didn't remember anything which upset you, but you tried not to think about it too much.

Stan and Wendy didn't get back together after that which was a surprise as they usually got back together a day later. Stan hadn't brought up his feelings for you again and some time had passed. It was now two weeks before prom and you still didn't have a date. You were walking home one day when Stan ran up to you.

"Y/N!" He shouted making you stop so he could catch up.

"Hey what's up?" You ask looking up at him starting to walk again but now with him by your side.

"I like you." He said making you stop dead in your tracks.

You look at him with wide eyes. He stood there just looking at you. You shook your head and laughed.

"I think I heard you wrong." You say laughing nervously.

"No you didn't I like you." He said taking your hand.

Your breath hitches and your hands start to shake.

"Stan where is this coming from?" You ask in disbelief.

"You told me to tell you again when I wasn't drunk. I'm not drunk." He said touching your cheek. "Do you want to go to prom with me?"

"Your sure?" You ask getting closer

"A million percent." He said gently placing his lips on yours.

After that you were a bit nervous to make it 'official' as it was pretty close to when he and Wendy broke up. But you did promise to go with him to prom so you decided to make it public then. You bought yourself a glittery blue dress. It had thin straps, showed off your cleavage, and a large slit on one leg that reached your upper thigh. You sent a picture the Stan who used it to match his suit accents with your dress.

The day of prom came and you met up with Stan at your place. Once you stepped out and you both finally saw each other in your outfits in person it felt unreal. Stan stared at you just in awe at how beautiful you looked. You were no different, his black suit fit him perfectly and the blue tie that matched your dress fit him well, and even though his roots were showing and he definitely needed to re bleach his hair, he looked perfect.

"You look.." He started not being able to finish his sentence.

"You too." You say smiling softly.

Stan and you left and went to school walking in hand in hand. A few people started at you both as you walked in clearly as a couple. A few whispers were exchanged and even Wendy was looking at you both.

You and Stan just hung out with the guys and had a good time. While the guys were also shocked, they chose not to say anything as it was clear you both were happier. They were happy for you, especially Kyle, as he was Stan's best friend and saw how much he hated being with Wendy and how his feelings for you were killing him. The principal walked on stage and began speaking.

"Hey everyone I'm so glad you all can make it now it's time to announce prom King and queen!" He said cheerfully.

Stan didn't look up stage but rather whispered jokes to you making you giggle quietly.

"Your prom king is Kyle Broflovski!" He said and the applause and cheering began.

Kyle walked on stage and was crowned by Jimmy. You and Stan cheered happily and much louder than anyone else.

"Your prom queen is Wendy Testaburger!" The principal announced causing more cheering.

Wendy walked up stage and was crowned she looked over at you and Stan as you both clapped for her. Stan had mostly gotten over her and was just happy for her now. Her and Kyle started their dance and everyone watched happily.

You and Stan didn't pay much attention until the music changed and everyone hopped on the dance floor. You smiled and took Stan's hand and dragged him on the dance floor.

"Didn't think you were much of a dancer." He said with a laugh.

"I'm not but I'll try if it's with you." You said dancing around with him.

The night was a bit tense but you both were happy to be together. It was amazing being in his arms being able to finally be his after months of it being all you wanted. Stan felt the same. Being with you made him happier than he ever felt and he felt he could be himself with you. You both enjoyed your night and truly that's all you could ask for.

A/N: Hey guys hope you liked it I wasn't gonna post but after I read @n0tangeliccc 's fic about Stan I got into my own little Stan mood 😫 so I hope you all enjoyed this and if you want a better Stan story definitely go read her stories bc they are a million times better! Anyway, I love you all sm. Thanks for reading! 🩷🩷

[elhopper1sm]

Jopper x GN! Reader

Content warning: Large age gap (early twenties reader),mentions of food , eating, and substance usage. Reader has parental trauma.

Sleeping was always a hassle. Hopper managed to get enough money to get a large enough second bed to hold the three of you comfortably

Joyce was a major insomniac. Trying to get her to sleep at night was awful. She'd wake up in a cold sweat and be terrified. She didn't like disturbing anyone. So she'd usually stay in the bathroom or living room reading or playing crossword puzzles to keep herself occupied and not disturb anyone

Hopper always had a beer before sleeping. You could hear him snore as you slept on his chest drifting asleep slowly as you listened to the sound of your heart beat

Hopper always needed a large breakfast before work. You didn't know how to cook very well so you'd ask Joyce for help and she'd reassure you when you were feeling needy or insecure about not knowing what to do. She only had coffee for breakfast but you constantly told her she needed to eat more.

"I'm fine. I just need the coffee for work" She'd constantly but you'd get worried

Putting your clothes to dry in a separate room so they don't smell like cigarette smoke. It was an insecurity of yours

Hating being yelled at. Absolutely terrified you. Hopper was slightly more insensitive about it. But he got more aware as time went on.

Joyce was more mindful of your fear of having someone older yell at you. She'd hand you a stuffed animal and then let you rock yourself back and forth without thinking it was weird

They drank quite a bit. You spent a considerable amount of money on alcohol. You all tried to be mindful of how much you drank. But it was a serious problem for Joyce and Hopper

Reading with Joyce. It was the best feeling in the world. She was so sweet and she'd stroke your hair as she held you in her arms

Watching TV with Hopper was nice he'd tell the weirdest jokes and complain about everything humanly possible.

Fixing cars with Hopper and doing home repairs. He taught you everything he knows about home repairs and Joyce always made you bring a first aid kit in case you got injured

They both absolutely need to greet you before and after work and get frustrated when you don't.

Learning how to make special protein waffles for El so she can get as many nutrients as she can from her diet of Eggos and milk.

Will absolutely adore you. Mostly because you're not intimidating and demanding. You don't act like you have complete authority over him.

Jonathan takes forever to warms up to you but after a while. Seeing how absolutely smitten with you he warms up to and he being around his age really makes him like you more you understand hes a teenager and he needs spce you don't pressure anything out of him.

Finding out El has superpowers freaks the fuck out of you. But also scares you because what it means for her the constant worry she might be taken advantage of. You keep a shotgun on you at all times that Hopper taught you how to use

Hopper taking you to the shooting range is one hell of an experience. He has you keep a handgun on you at all times

Joyce and you team up with El and Will to convince which basically means beg Hopper to let the family get a cat. You both succeed

Turning down Joyce's puppy dog eyes is basically impossible.

[gg-neptune]

The Little Things

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, crying, feelings of self-deprecation, angst to comfort

Summary: Severus has a nightmare but luckily you are there to comfort him through it.

Word Count: 1.0k

Author Note: Hiiiiii!!!! This is my first time writing anything ever. Like not even writing and not publishing it but just writing in general. Feedback is appreciated. Sorry for any grammatical errors this is also not proofread and I wrote this on 2 hours of sleep at 3 in the morning so uh yeah. I really hope you like it :)))))

Why would you want an ugly old bitter man like him? Severus held his head in hands after he woke from the reoccurring nightmare. A week straight of the image of you in the arms of another man. A man who had everything he didn't. He was more attractive. He was more intelligent. He was more likable. Why would you want an ugly old bitter man like him?

Severus slowly sat up straight and looked over at your side of the bed expecting you to be there. Just as you always are when he wakes like this. However, you are not there. Frantically he yanks the covers back hoping his eyes are playing tricks on him, but your side is completely cold. He reaches over to turn on his lamp however when the light turns on it just confirms your absence. Tears well in his eyes as his hands begin to shake.

"Y-y/n?" His deep voice is shaky as he calls for you. He should've known. Should've known that he wouldn't be good enough for you and that the other man was going to steal you from him. He wasn't good enough for you.

Without you his life was purposeless. He had no reason to keep going if he did not have you with him. Sure, he had his potions but what good did making potions do him if he had no one to give them to? If he had no one to brew them for what was the point? Why work if he had no one to provide for anymore?

"Severus" Your gentle voice called out to him. "Severus what's wrong dear? What happened?"

Severus snapped his head towards the sound of your voice. He saw you standing in the door frame. You were leaning against the door frame. Your gentle face was twisted into an expression of worry. He drank in every detail of your gorgeous face scared this would be the last time you would ever look at him. Severus had not realized but he had tears actively rolling down his face. His face was scrunched up as if he was in pain. The thought of you leaving him did indeed leave him in physical pain even if it was just a bad dream.

He was unable to respond to you, so you slowly walked towards him. You sat down near him on the bed, and he watched you closely. You gently reached up your hand to rest on his shoulder.

"Sevy please tell me what's wrong? What happened," you say. Your voice is laced with concern. You watch as he stares deeply into your eyes, drinking in every bit of you. His hand slowly rises up to caress your face. When his hand reaches your face, you can feel just how cold he is. The wetness from his tears coats his hand, wetting your face in the process.

"Severus..." you say quietly. Without any warning you're suddenly swept up into a bear hug.

"Please don't leave me."

"Severus, where is this coming from," you say, very confused as you hug him back tightly hoping to provide him some comfort.

"You left me. You liked him more than me. He had everything. Please I promise I'll be better. Please Y/N please don't leave me," by now he is sobbing into your neck and holding onto even tighter than before. His hands are holding onto your pajamas.

"Severus, I'm with you for life. I know we aren't married but I plan on spending the rest of my life with you. I'm absolutely enamored with you. I can't see myself with anyone else."

Severus's breathing seemed to even out at your words. "Severus, let's get you back in bed, you have classes tomorrow," you say gently. "I'll join you. I finished grading my essays."

Gently you begin to guide Severus into bed. You crawl over him and slip under the covers. You snuggle up to Severus trying to get him warmed up as he is always cold.

"Why?"

"Hmmm," you respond, very confused.

"Why do you love me? Why don't you just leave me for someone else," Severus said, his voice broken and shaky.

"Severus..."

"Answer me. Tell me what's keeping you here. Are you using me? Why would you want an ugly, old, bitter man like me"

"Severus, you listen to me when I say this. I am in love with you. You are absolutely not ugly in any way. I look at you and I see my love. The love of my life. My everything. I've fallen in love with every aspect of you. Every little thing about you. It's the tiny things you do. Like when you get dressed in the morning, I notice you gazing at the pictures of us. When we walk, I walk on the inside away from the students, so I do not end up getting hurt. The way you hold onto me when we are walking up and down the stairs as they are unpredictable, and you want me to be safe. How you always kiss my shoulder after zipping up my dress. How you always pick the dandelions for me when you see them. I could go on. It's the little things Severus. I've fallen for you completely. I love all of you completely without a doubt."

Severus just stared at you dumbfounded at your confession. You giggle slightly at his cute face and lean down to press a gentle kiss to his lips savoring the taste of him.

"I love you Sevy."

"Thank you my dear."

"For what Sev," you hum, pressing your body against his. You gently brush some of his dark hair out of his eyes.

"Everything. I love you, dearest," Severus leans into your touch and closes his eyes. His tears have dried by now and he is calm.

"I love you too, hunny."

Severus wraps his arms around you protectively enveloping you in his scent. His head falls into the crook of your shoulder as you run your fingers through his dark hair. He soon falls into a deep sleep knowing you will always and forever love him, and you soon fall after wrapped around the one and only owner of your heart, Severus.

[genshin-obsessed]

Could I request fluff in a School AU where Zhongli is reader's senpai and she confesses to him on his graduation day in front of the whole school?

Howdy! This seems... so cute! Like recently, I've been watching a lot of slices of life anime and like... CUTEEE ^w^ honestly, this was meant to be a lot shorter but somehow... I accidentally typed too much. Because of this, it's rushed at the end but that's because I needed to finish it ;w; also, yes i am your best friend, didn't you know?

Character: Zhongli Word count: 4009 this really got out of hand Extra: School AU; I used Tartaglia's real name (Ajax); and it's a bit long! Don't mind!

warning: descriptive panic attack in the beginning so please proceed with caution.

Your hands were actually cold from how scared you were. They were shaking slightly, your heart was pounding in your chest, practically ready to burst out. Your vision was slightly blurry, sending you into a blind panic.

You couldn't breathe- you were sure you were going to die. Your back hit the cold wall but you could barely feel it as you slid down, hitting the ground below you. Your hands slammed against your chest, curling around the shirt of your uniform as you begged your body to just... breathe. Why couldn't you breathe? What the hell was happening? Y-you didn't want to die! Not now! You were too young!

The constricting feeling got stronger and it felt like you weren't ever going to be able to breathe. You closed your eyes to avoid seeing how everything was slowly caving in on you. You didn't want to see it.

"Hey, hey..." you felt hands touch your shoulders, but you barely registered them. They felt as light as feathers. In seconds, you felt your hair be pushed out of your face and so you tried to open your eyes. You could make out a face- barely. It was a boy, he seemed worried. "I'm going to help you stand, ok?" You just nodded, feeling the tears pouring down your cheeks. Your heart beat was so uncomfortably loud in your ears, it hurt.

After a few moments... you felt a cool breeze on your cheeks and the tightness in your chest began to loosen. The walls that had been caving in around you stopped and were just gone. You slowly opened your eyes and looked around- you were outside.

"Breathe with me." The boy said, sitting in front of you. He breathed in for four counts, held for seven counts, and breathed out for eight. At first, you couldn't follow too well, but he didn't seem bothered. He just breathed in and out repeatedly until you finally felt yourself calm down. Your face was tingling and you hated it- it felt so gross.

"There you go." He said with a smile as he pulled all your hair back and up, to free your neck. "Feel better?" You slowly nodded, sniffling as his face finally came into view. He was... cute. He had dark brown hair, with orange highlights, fair-toned skin, and orange eyes.

"Y-yes... th-thank you." You murmured, looking down. He brought you outside. That's what you were originally trying to do, but your panic attack hit so fast, you couldn't even make it to the doors. But he knew and he brought you out there.

"It's not a problem. Are you doing ok? Do you need anything?" He asked as he held out a water bottle to you. "Sorry, I drank some earlier but you should really hydrate after all that."

"Um... o-ok..." you said, shakily taking the water and opening the top. It seemed like he had just bought the water, seeing as how it was almost full and still cold. You brought the bottle to your lips and began to drink.

"Slow sips, don't rush it." He reminded as he readjusted your hair before using a hair tie on his wrist to tie it up.

"You just... have a hair tie on your wrist?" You asked, seeing the indentation of it on his hand.

"Yeah, I'm friends with these girls who always need one but never bring one. So, I started doing it. Silly, I know, but it can be handy for other things. And I'm glad I had it, seeing as how it helped you." His smile was so radiant even though it was a calm one. "Here." He reached into his pocket and took out a handkerchief, slowly dabbing your face.

"You didn't have to help me." You said quietly, mainly to yourself but he heard it as well.

"I suppose I didn't have to, but it would've felt wrong not to. Who just watches someone have a panic attack and walks away?" He said with a smile as he finished up, before fanning your face a little. Your cheeks were still pretty red, but that wasn't surprising.

"... (y/n)..." you murmured, making him tilt his head.

"What was that?"

"Oh, my name. It's (y/n)." His eyes widened a little before a smile spread on his lips.

"It's very nice to meet you, (y/n). My name is Zhongli. I hope we can be good friends."

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That was the day you fell for your upperclassman named Zhongli. He was a really sweet guy, super popular, thoughtful, and always prepared. Since that day, every time Zhongli saw you, he walked over, happily greeted you and asked how you were feeling that day. At first, you would awkwardly reply, but then you got used to it. Sometimes, you'd see him walking with his friends and he'd stop to come say hi to you before classes. You two didn't live near each other, but he still made an effort to walk with you as far as he could. Every now and then, he'd show up to your class before it started and give you a snack, whether it be candy, a drink, maybe something healthier.

Honestly, it was no surprise you eventually fell in love with him. You two talked all the time and he was just so perfect. He took care of you without even realizing it! Some days you'd forget breakfast and that would be the day he stopped by to give you an apple because he brought an extra or something. His kindness knew no bounds.

Your friends teased you all the time about it. The cutie upperclassman who’s always hanging around you, giving you food, drinks, helping you with homework and everything else. Let's not forget the way you'd respond. Your cheeks would turn bright red, you'd look away awkwardly, barely being able to stutter out a thank you. Zhongli was really attractive and a lot of girls liked him- even some guys. So you being added to that list was inevitable.

"It's because he didn't study." Xiao recalled, rolling his eyes as a dejected Ajax followed him and Zhongli.

"No way! I stayed up all night to study!" The orange-haired boy responded with a pout as he glared at his shorter classmate. 

"Cramming everything the night before a test almost never works, you should've known that." Zhongli said with a smile as he looked over at the two.

"I heard you never study." Ei added as she looked up at Zhongli, who's eyes widened.

"Who said that? I study all the time."

"Uh, taking notes and rereading them that day and never touching them again isn't exactly studying." Xiao stated as he looked up at Zhongli.

"Yeah, you're like superhuman dude." Ajax said with wide eyes. "You always get the best grades- especially in history- and all the teachers love you, man!"

"That's because he doesn't talk in class 24/7." Ei shot with an eye roll, to which Ajax's eyes widened.

"I don't talk 24/7! I just happen to always have important things to say." The group went on their way as they kept chatting when Zhongli spotted you out of the corner of his eye. A small smile appeared on his face and he stopped, making his group stop too.

"I'll catch up with you guys in a bit."

"Ahh, it's that little cutie you talk to all the time." Ajax said as he threw his arm around Xiao's shoulders and leaned forward a bit. You were talking with your friend, Pocket, giggling about something. Zhongli's smile softened and he nodded.

"They are cute, aren't they?" For a moment, his eyes were locked on you and only you. The entire world vanished for a moment as he heard your sweet laughter ring in his ears. 

"You should introduce me- OW!" Ajax exclaimed when Xiao's hand slapped his face. "What the hell, dude?"

"Stop looking at those two. (y/n) is out of your league and that other girl wouldn't be interested in you even if you were the last man on earth." Xiao replied coldly, crossing his arms.

"That's- you don't know that! What? Is the other one more your type?"

"No way," Ei replied without missing a beat. "Neither of you are her type. I know her, she's a good friend of (y/n)'s. We share a class together."

"She's an upperclassman? How come we haven't seen her?" Ajax asked, making Ei shake her head.

"She's got an advanced class. Those classes that count as college credits." Ei explained as she placed her hand on Zhongli's back and pushed him forward a little, causing him to break out of his trance. "Go talk to them. We'll go on ahead." She began to walk ahead, urging Xiao and Ajax to go as well.

"Ah, cutie incoming." Your friend Pocket said as she looked at Zhongli and waved. "Good afternoon."

"Hello. I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Zhongli said, making you and Pocket shake your heads.

"I was just leaving actually!" Pocket said as she waved before turning and walking away quickly. You rolled your eyes a little playfully before turning to your crush.

"What's up, Zhongli?"

"Nothing much, I just saw you and wanted to say hi. How are you feeling today?" You smiled at the usual question and nodded.

"Good, actually. I did really well on my test I took yesterday, so that definitely made me happy!"

"Oh, congratulations! Not that I'm surprised, you're pretty smart." He said, patting your head. Your cheeks flushed red and you looked away shyly.

"I-it's just because you helped me study." 

"Yeah, but it's your own little brain's doing for keeping all that information together until you could take your test. You should give yourself more credit." He said as he poked your forehead.

Your heart was pounding in your chest from just that little interaction and you suddenly had the urge to confess. What if you just... blurted it out now? Said it, asked him out, see what would happen? No, no way! What the hell were you thinking? He wouldn't feel the same. Zhongli was friendly with everyone. That didn't mean you were special. Slowly, all that excitement just vanished and you felt a coldness settle in your heart.

The two of you made light conversation as Zhongli walked you back to your class before you parted ways. Throughout the day, you couldn't help that small bit of sadness that followed you at the thought of Zhongli not liking you back.

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APPARENTLY, it was so bad, your friend had to take action. Sure, maybe you couldn't confess to Zhongli, but why not just see what he thought.

Pocket waited outside of Zhongli's class, planning on what she wanted to say. Maybe her approach was going to be aggressive, but she needed to get answers now so she could finally push you to confess!

Finally, all the students began to file out of the class and Pocket patiently waited and waited until Zhongli walked out with Ei and Ajax. She immediately called out to Zhongli, making him stop.

"Oh, hello. You're (y/n)'s friend, yes?"

"Yep, that's me. Don't mind me being a little forward, but do you like (y/n)?" Ajax and Ei's eyes widened as they didn't expect you to be that forward.

"Um... they're a good friend of mine, so of course I do." Zhongli replied as he turned to face her.

"I meant like romantically. Do you like (y/n) romantically?" Zhongli fell silent as he gazed at the short girl in front of him.

"Why... do you want to know?" Now the empty halls were uncomfortably silent as Pocket practically stared down Zhongli while Ei and Ajax watched quietly.

"It's a simple question. I'd like for you to answer it." Pocket pressed, placing a hand on her hip. Ei was a little... confused. Pocket was never like this, she was actually quite the shy and kind girl. Not whatever the hell this was. She looked over at Ajax, only to see his eyes glimmering, making her jab his side.

"What if I don't want to?" Zhongli replied, a look of seriousness falling upon his piercing orange eyes. Pocket began to walk toward him and stopped when she was just a foot away from him. There was a significant height difference, but she didn't seem bothered at all.

"Just making sure you won't get in my way." Now Zhongli was confused, that's the last thing he expected out of her.

"Wh-what?"

"I like (y/n) and I wanted to make sure you won't be getting in my way." She replied with a shrug. "Good to know." As Pocket began to walk past him, Zhongli grabbed her arm and stopped him, staring down at her.

"Yeah, I do. You can like them all you want, but I won't take that lying down." 

"Oh? Aren't you graduating in a week or something?" Pocket shot back, making Zhongli's hand tighten around her arm for a moment. He didn't say anything, but Pocket got what she wanted right there. Once he let go, she kept walking, briefly looking at Ei and sending her a wink. 

Ei's eyes widened as all three of them watched Pocket walk away before she looked at Ajax, beside her, then Zhongli, who seemed... upset. 

"Woah! I didn't think she was capable of that!" Ajax said, making Zhongli roll his eyes.

"I think... it was a ruse." Ei said slowly, looking at Zhongli. "She likes this one guy, I heard her talking about him, he's in our class. That one guy, with the red hair." 

"There's a lot of guys with red hair, that doesn't help at all." Ei rolled her eyes at his words and sighed.

"Diluc- that guy. Quiet, smart, rich, has that annoying brother." Oh, that guy.

Well, she can like two people at the same time." Ajax replied, making Ei look at him, unconvinced.

"She'd ask (y/n) out but not that guy?" Ajax just shrugged as both of them looked over at Zhongli. "You ok?"

"Fine. Come on." Zhongli said with a dismissive sigh as he began walking in the same direction they were previously headed. So many thoughts weighed heavily on his mind after that simple interaction and he wondered if there was any truth to Ei's words. Was she... messing with him? Was it an attempt to get him to admit he did like you? Well, she did it- she figured it out. Now here he was, a bit of a mess wondering if he should just outright tell you. 

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"You should just ask him out!" Pocket said as she rushed after you on your way home.

"No way! What if he says no? Do you know how embarrassing that would be? Besides, he's friendly with everyone. He hasn't exactly given me any reason to believe I'm special." You replied as you rubbed her face.

"You'll never know unless you try." Your friend explained, but you were adamant. "Come on, (y/n), are you really ok with never trying? What if he does like you?" You abruptly came to a halt, your eyes widening.

What if... Zhongli felt the same way? That would make you so happy. Being able to hold hands with him, hug him, spend a lot more time with him... kisses- ah! it was too much!

You slowly lowered yourself to the ground, covering your red face, hearing Pocket yell behind you.

"What the hell? Are you ok?!" She bent down beside you and pushed your head back, making you lower your hands. Your face was bright red and it made her laugh. "Oooh! so you're thinking of dating him~" you smacked her arm, which just increased her laughter. "Sorry, sorry, but that should be motivation. What if you could have him? Doesn't that make you want to try?"

It did... it really did.

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The week following was extremely busy for Zhongli and all the graduates because... graduation was coming up. They had entrance exams, college admissions, homework, and finals all coming up together. Zhongli and the other upperclassmen were drowning under the pressure.

You were able to find a moment in which you gave him a small handmade chocolate to help with all the upcoming stress. Not only that, but you intended to confess. Thing was... when it came time, all you could do was hold out the chocolate and wish him luck with the entrance exams. He smiled brightly, thank you, and ruffle your hair as he left. You were disappointed, that was your best chance... and you flaked! But that smile was all worth it. You could see some of that tiredness lift when you gave him your gift. 

"I'm... rooting for you, Zhongli." You whispered to yourself as you watched his figure disappear down the halls.

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"This is your last chance." Pocket said as she grabbed your arm, making you stop and look at her. "He will leave after this, don't do it, (y/n). Don't miss your opportunity. You frowned as you met her eyes before looking away and shaking your head. No, no way! You couldn't do it.

"What makes you think I can do it now? In front of the entire school? I couldn't tell him in the hallway a week ago." You said, dejected and feeling the overwhelming sadness coming back. No way, you'd just have to wait till after. 

Pocket opened her mouth to speak, but that's when the ceremony began. Unfortunately, you two wouldn't have much time to talk so you quickly made your way to your seats.

The graduating class was quite large, actually, so finding Zhongli wasn't easy. But you kept your eyes peeled, and of course, your friends ended up spotting him first.

The ceremony was quite long, almost hitting the two hour mark. The last and final bit was the walk across the stage. Your eyes were locked on Zhongli the entire time, watching as he smiled and waved at his family and friends. You might've been too far away, but you did notice his golden-orange eyes searching the crowd. So, you did what you thought might help and stuck out your arm and waved.

You watched his face light up and he waved back excitedly as if he'd been waiting to spot you. Just that simple act made your heart flutter. As the ceremony progressed, Pocket's words kept ringing in your head. What if you did just confess to him? Take your chance? The more you thought about it, you felt the fear creeping into your mind. What if he rejected you- and he most likely would.

You frowned and turned to Pocket, but she shook her head, being able to read your thoughts as they were so clearly written on your face.

"Look, I would never push you into a situation that would end in failure. Especially not right now. Trust me." She said and the look she had in her eyes... it instantly put your nerves to ease.

"Ok, I trust you." 

The ceremony flew by, mainly because you were still slightly anxious and it felt as if time was moving so fast. It's not like you didn't want to confess and Pocket's added confidence did help comfort you, but not 100%. 

"There," Pocket said as she dragged you by the arm and pointed to where Zhongli was. He was smiling as he talked to some of his friends, probably elated to finally be graduating. "Ok. I believe in you! Go confess." Pocket said in a slightly loud whisper as she nudged you forward.

You steeled your courage and took a deep breath before slowly walking to Zhongli. He smiled as he saw you, waving to you immediately.

"Ah, (y/n)! Thank you for coming." He said with a smile as his friends turned to smile at you as well.

"We saw you and your friend, you two were really loud." Ei said with a chuckle, referring to your applause when Zhongli walked across the stage. You felt your cheeks flush red and looked away.

"Oh, yeah... sorry about that."

"No way!" Ajax said with a laugh as he leaned toward you, "if only you were that loud when I walked across the stage."

Zhongli and Ei quickly pulled the pouty boy away from you as Zhongli stepped towards you, quickly sending a message to his friends that he wanted to speak with you. They just stepped a few feet away to continue their conversation. 

"Are you ok? You look nervous." Zhongli murmured, noting the slight discomfort in your gaze.

"Um, yeah, I just have..." you paused and took another deep breath. "Ok, so you've been a very close friend of mine since the day you helped me out with my panic attack. You've always been there for me, you're always looking out for me, and you're like... you've never left me alone. You don't let me feel alone either." As you spoke, you found the words coming to you easily. You didn't notice it, but the group of graduates and their friends around you began to look towards you two. Zhongli noticed and his face flushed red, but he didn't say anything.

"That's because you're really important to me, (n/n)." He said softly, smiling down at you. You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter at the way he spoke your nickname.

"You're important to me too... a lot more than I realized. Zhongli, I really like you. Like a lot. I wanted to ask- and I hope this isn't a bad time- but will you be my boyfriend?" There was a silence that hung in the air for a moment and it sent a wave of panic through you.

Zhongli's eyes were wide, sure your speech sounded like it was going towards a confession- and it did- but he still didn't expect it. His eyes softened and he smiled, reaching out to touch your cheek.

"Ah, beat me to it." He chuckled, making your eyes widen. "But yes, I'd love to be your boyfriend." 

"Go Zhongli! Look at your red face!" Your eyes snapped to Zhongli's friend, Ajax, who was staring with the biggest smile. That's when it dawned on you that you just confessed in front of the entire graduating class of 200 students! AND their friends!

"Shut up, Ajax." Xiao said as he slapped a hand over Ajax's mouth, but it was too late. Zhongli's other friends were also cheering, either sending a remark or just letting out a whistle- in an attempt to tease their friend and it worked. Zhongli's face was bright red but he just laughed it off.

"Ah, thank you everyone." He said graciously as he wrapped his arm around you. "Don't worry, they're not making fun of you. They're just teasing me." Zhongli was popular, so it wasn't surprising most of the graduating class was fond of him.

You slowly hid yourself in his chest, covering your face. That felt so embarrassing and you slowly looked to the side to see Pocket... with her phone up. 

"Oh, yeah, I wanted to make early memories!" She said with a giggle, making Ajax's eyes widen.

"Shortie! Send me that!" He said, running over to her with his phone out, airdrop ready to go.

"Leave her alone-" Xiao yelled, running right after him. 

"I know it's in front of a lot of people, but... can I kiss you?" Zhongli asked with a slight smile. Most of the people around you were still watching you two, but they were engrossed in their conversations about how cute the confession was.

"Q-quick one." You said with a nod, making him take your face and lean in. The kiss was indeed short, but it was sweet and seemed like a... preview to what a much longer kiss would be like from him. 

Of course, Zhongli's friend didn't let that go either, letting out a loud "ooh", embarrassing both him and you.

[broz0neglitters]

I gotta escape the void.

-We all know Clay was the Fun boy for Brozone; John Dory would do anything to keep Clay being the fun boy most of the time, but Clay didn't like to be the fun boy. He wants to be taken seriously by John Dory, but it never comes true. John Dory puts so much pressure on him, which leads Clay to have anxiety, and sometimes he develops a panic attack because of the amount of pressure John Dory puts him through even when the band had broken up clay still have panic attacks from time to time-

Warning: Panic attacks/Anxiety mention

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-Putt Putt Golf course-

As Clay just had a panic attack, Viva saw that she had calmed him down, sat him down, and patted his back. "Mr. Clay, you really scared me. Is something wrong? You can tell me we're friends." Viva said, comforting him

Clay looked at Viva. He was scared to tell Viva, but he let out a big sigh. "I was in a boy band in the day, and my older brother John Dory kept pressuring me to be the fun boy. I liked it at first, but then it stopped being fun. He would not take me seriously and didn't allow me to do serious stuff." Clay said. Just by him taking about again, just send Clay to have another one of his panic attacks as Viva calms him down slowly

Clay was grateful to have Viva. She helped him through his panic attacks, and he wished John Dory would understand. Even back in their band, days before their performance, Clay would start to break down into a panic attack; only floyd was the one who helped Clay calm down, but John Dory screamed at Clay for being nervous john dory wouldn't even let Baby branch be nervous let alone have a panic attack.

Clay finally calmed down as he looked at Viva, who looked worried for him. "I hate who I was before. I fear I won't live to see the day tomorrow." Clay said as Viva held his hands in comfort. "I understand," she said softly

Clay was glad he was no longer in a band with John Dory because Clay hated being the fun boy. All he just wants is to be taken seriously and read books. Still, John Dory throws all his books away and forces Clay to be the fun boy who gives him significant anxiety because he worries he isn't fun enough not for the fans but for John Dory all clay ever cares about is being the fun boy for his significant brother approval it matters to him the most. Still, his panic attacks started all because of his big brother...

-Backs in his boy bands days-

It was Branch's frist show, and all of them were nervous, but they weren't allowed to show it. John Dory would scold them if any of them were anxious, even Baby Branch, as Clay was shaking and felt lightheaded, floyd noticed it

"I gotta escape this Void. There is no other choice." Clay said to himself. Clay flopped to the floor in complete panic mode to calm himself down. Floyd rushed over with water. "It's okay, bro. Take it easy," floyd said softly, claiming his big brother down. Clay got back up again with floyd still comforting him as he drank some water.

"I'm Tryna turn off the voices, But the void ate me." Clay told floyd, "I understand John Dory always puts pressure on all of us, even Baby Branch is his first show. I wish John Dory was a bit more sensitive about our feelings." Floyd said

Clay's panic attack started to get worse as Clay was breathing heavily and his head was spinning he was losing balance as floyd held both of his hands.

"Look at the mess I've done; there is nowhere to run." Clay said, "You didn't do anything wrong, Clay. Trust me, let's just go out there and have fun, deep breath in and out. Trust me, if anything happens, we'll all blame John Dory." floyd said

After the concert ended severely, the perfect family harmony failed. Clay still felt terrible that he wasn't pulling his weight. John Dory was mostly blaming Clay and Bruce for their mistake; the three brothers were fighting, which made Branch upset. As Clay and Bruce walked out together, it felt like Clay's body had died, and now he could leave the whole Fun Boy clay behind and become Serious Boy Clay...

-Back in the Present day-

Clay was still managing his panic attacks. Viva always knew when Clay would break down in his panic attacks, but it was usually when he mentioned his brother John Dory. Still, Viva always kept an eye out for signs of potential panic attacks

Clay felt like a priest behind confession walls, constantly judging himself. It was like a body that had died, and it was Fun Boy Clay, who had died ever since the band broke up

Clay still feels like he is Tangled up in his own intestines even if brozone had broken up cause Clay gotta escape the void. There's no other choice for him...

---------------- I'm sorry if the story didn't come out well; I tried my best. I know I was rushing because I had stuff to do, but I hope you liked it anyway. I won't be opening requests due to time conflicts with my real life. I also have to tackle two jobs, and they do take time to write, but if you want to ask me any questions, feel free to private message me. I will respond to them :).

Like + Follow are very much appreciated!

[wata-kushi]

This is my first time writing a fanfic. Please bear with me 🥺. Thanks to @subbe93 for your 'pressure', finally i dare to post this 😆.

Day 6 : The Proposal

Twenty one years old Mouri Ran was sitting on the park bench under the tree in the Beika Park. It was a sunny and warm afternoon. She has been sitting for a while with the book in her hands, waiting for a certain detective. She wasn't bore though, since she was too occupied with the book. And it was so relaxing to be outside after some weeks of restricted movement. Too focus she didn't notice someone walking towards her from behind, stopped a few step behind her and cleared the throat. Ran shocked and turned her head quickly, but then smiled when she recognized who it was. Quickly stood up and reached out but the other person faster to gave her a warm hug.

"Yukiko-san! i didn't expect to see you here".

"I know, Ran-chan. This is suppose to be your date with Shin-chan afterall. Of course you aren't expecting me". She winked playfully.

Ran blushed.

"Where is Shinichi? Is he alright, Yukiko-san?" A bit worried.

"It's okay, Ran-chan. Actually Shin-chan needs to do some urgent errand and asks me to pick you up. He's so worried about leaving you alone here. Not that i blame him. He's just become more protective after everything that had happened".

Ran sighed, "I'm not helpless".

"Of course he knows, we all know that, Ran". Yukiko smiled and took Ran's hands, "Shinichi just doesn't want anything bad happen to you".

"I can say the same thing about him".

Yukiko giggled, "Sure, Ran-chan. Anyway, can you help me for some grocery shopping?"

She wondered why Shinichi didn't say anything about the errand. To be honest, she was a little annoyed that Shinichi didn't call or apologize for suddenly canceling their date. Decided that she need to knock some sense into his head the next time they met, she then smiled. She would love to help his mother with the shopping anyway. "I'd be happy to".

--

Kudo Shinichi ran up the stairs to the agency. Panting, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Silent. He knocked again.

"Come in!" It was Mouri Kogoro's raspy voice.

Shinichi slowly opened the door, composed himself for whatever was coming. Stepped into the room.

"If you're looking for Ran, she's not here". Kogoro sat facing the window, his back to Shinichi. A cup of coffee on his desk, steaming.

"You know that i'm here to talk to you, Occh.. Kogoro-san".

Kogoro stood up, took the cup, walked to the sofa and sat down. Casually drank the coffee and asked, "Are you gonna stand there forever, Brat?"

Shinichi took that as a cue that the older was willing to have a conversation with him. He sat on the sofa across the table, facing Kogoro. Swallowed the lump in his throat and began to talk, "I don't know if i deserve Ran".

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It was winter. They gathered in Kudo Mansion and made plans to beat the organization. Everything went according to the plans except for the revelation of the identity of Edogawa Conan by the organization. They knew that Edogawa Conan was Kudo Shinichi who got shrunk because of the apotoxin. The organization tried to capture him as hostage but Ran interfered so they took Conan and Ran instead. Gin and Vodka recognized them as the two teenagers who they met at the Rollercoaster Accident in Tropical Land a year ago.

They brought Conan and Ran to their headquarter, an abandoned drug factory with a huge laboratory in the outskirt of Tokyo, interrogated them to talk about Sherry, the poison and the antidote. Conan kept silent. That was how Ran knew the truth. Then they found out that Ran was Kudo Shinichi's girlfriend, his weakness. Gin smirked and pointed his gun to Ran. Ran was scared but she bravely forbade Conan to say what they asked for. Gin pulled the trigger. Conan lost his mind and jumped at Gin who blew him to the wall. The bullet hit Ran's left stomach, and Conan saw how Ran's shirt turned red. That was when a loud noise came from the outside, the FBI and Tokyo Police Force stormed in.

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Shinichi shook his head. Ran's pale face, her blood in his hands.. The event of that night still frightened him. It was the biggest showdown, the fallen of the black organization, involving the Tokyo and Osaka Police Force, also FBI and CIA agents. Gin and the others were found dead under the rubble of the factory building. They caught the head and some prominent member of the organization. Ran was save, he gave his blood to her like she did when he was shot in the cave. Vermouth came the other day in the hospital and gave him the formula of the apotoxin so that Haibara could make the antidote. He got his body back.

"I'm really sorry i couldn't protect Ran. I promised myself that i would never let her get hurt, yet i failed.." He lowered his head, "I don't know if i deserve her".

Kogoro just silently watched the detective boy. The boy who usually looked smug now looked miserable. Kogoro smacked his head, "I can't believe you! After everything you two have been through, you want to give up on Ran?!"

Kogoro snorted, "You know how Ran is, Brat. Always do what she believes is right and so stubborn. I'm not saying that i'm not mad at you for all that happened, but maybe you shouldn't treat her as if she's helpless. She can take care of herself".

"I know. I'm just afraid.. of losing her" He swallowed the last part.

Kogoro stood up, walked towards Shinichi and sighed, "You should try to trust her, since you plan to spend the rest of your life with Ran".

Shinichi gasped, wide-eyed, couldn't believe what he just heard. Then stood up and met Kogoro's eyes.

"That's the ring, right?" Kogoro pointed at Shinichi's pocket. He then patted Shinichi's shoulder, "Take good care of her".

Eri stood behind the door, smiled and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.

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A month ago, Shinichi and Ran had dinner. He had offered her a date in tropical land or dinner at the Beika Restaurant Building, but she said she had enough of the both place. She didn't want him vanished at the end of their date. So the two had dinner in a small cozy cafe. He had had the ring for two months already, he kept it in his pocket, but too hesitant to give it to Ran, he wanted the perfect moment. They had a nice dinner and about to walked her home, when suddenly there was a scream. Shinichi cursed silently. A man held a scared small girl and pointed a gun at her head. The crying woman, most probably her mother, begged the man to let the child go. Shinichi observed the situation and then shouted to the mother to crouch. He kicked a soda can, aimed it at the man's hand holding the gun and succeed. He dropped the gun and accidentally loosened his grip on the child. Shinichi ran towards them, caught her from the man, and secured the gun. He handed the child to the mother who cried with relief and thanked him, unaware that the man was holding a switchblade and pointing it at him. Later he heard Ran's voice and a loud bang. He looked back and saw the man lying on the street clutching his stomach, unconscious. And then Ran fell down, there was the blade stuck in her thigh.

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That night Kudo Shinichi walked to his house with a clear mind and a light heart. He honestly didn't intend to give up on Ran, he just wanted to clear his mind when he decided to meet Ran's father. He did not expect that he actually got the last push to solidify his intention on Ran.

Shinichi opened the front door of the Kudo Mansion and walked towards the kitchen where his parents and Ran were having dinner.

"Shinichi! Where have you been?" Ran got up from her seat and approached him.

"I just came to the agency".

"Agency?"

"Yeah, i met your dad".

"Is it about a case?"

Shinichi smirked, "You can say that, a troublesome tough case".

Ran puzzled.

"Both of you, save your conversation for later, let's have dinner first shall we?" Yukiko pushed the two to their seats.

After the dinner, they all gathered in the Kudo Library. Shinichi and Yusaku discussed something at the study desk, maybe some case. While Ran and Yukiko looked happily at the Kudo Family photo album. Every now and then they laughed at Shinichi's childhood photos. There were many photos of Ran too, no wonder because they practically grew up together since the beginning. The photos brought back all the memories, their first meeting in preschool (that was funny how she used to hated him back then), their childhood adventure with Agasa Hakase, their trip to New York (his very first case and when Ran realized her feeling for him) also their 'date' in Tropical Land (that place left an unpleasant feeling for her). Many things had happened, especially the last few years, who would have thought that they could honestly admit their feelings to each other during the conan fiasco. Ran smiled at the photo album in her hands.

"Nostalgic, huh?" Shinichi's voice came from her right side.

"Yeah, right". Ran answered without even looking, still smiled. And then she remembered something. "Shinichi, what's with that urgent errand?"

He slipped his hands into his pocket, "I came to clear some things with your dad".

Ran turned to him, worried.

Shinichi smiled at her worried face, "Don't worry, he help me clear things out".

"About what?"

"About you". He tucked some strands hair behind Ran's left ear. "I said sorry to your dad for i couldn't protect you. That was all my fault that you got hurt".

Ran protested, "Don't blame yourself, Shinichi. I can take care of myself. And about that last month's incident, it was my fault for not being careful".

Shinichi laughed, "He said the same things, that i should try to trust you since i want to spend the rest of my life with you".

"Yeah, you should listen to my dad, Shinichi". Ran looked proud, "Wait, what?"

Shinichi took her hands and gave her a gentle gaze, "You hear me right, Ran". A slight blush on his cheeks.

She held her breath, a matching blush on her cheeks.

He took out a velvet box from his pocket, "Marry me and become Kudo Ran, will you?"

There were tears at the corner of her eyes, but she smiled so bright, "Of course i'll marry you, detective nerd".

Her smile was contagious, making him smile too. He then took her left hand and slipped the ring to her finger.

Earlier that day Mouri Ran didn't expect their suppose-to-be date would turn into a proposal. Well, a life with Kudo Shinichi always full with an unexpected things. She didn't mind, neither did he, as long as they had each other.

She stared at the ring in her finger, "Thank you, Shinichi".

He held Ran's chin, making her look at him, he then crossed the distance between them and kissed her. Full of love.

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Yukiko peeked from the library door with the camera in her hands, recorded the important moment. She was very happy for both of them. Yusaku shook his head at his wife's antics. He looked so proud of his son though.

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Apple juice or grape juice.

We've always been told that we were supposed to drink apple juice. It's healthier, cheaper and it tastes better (apparently)

Nobody ever argued with this. It's just the way things go, we drink apple juice.

For a bit (only when I was small) I did too, I drank apple juice but it never tasted that good to me, as I would pour the golden liquid down my throat it almost felt like it was burning me from the inside out, to me it wasn't gold like sweet honey it was gold like a lit burning fire slowly setting everything around me and about me ablaze. My mum would have to force me to drink it and my dad would yell when I didn't.

By the time I was in school I couldn't be forced to drink apple juice anymore but I was scared of being 'different' by drinking something else like grape juice so I didn't drink anything.

If anyone asked

"why aren't you drinking apple juice?"

"Oh I'm just not thirsty right now"

I was still seen as weird though.

But I don't think that was because I wasn't drinking apple juice.

I started getting sick of not drinking anything but the only thing else to drink was... grape juice.

Nobody.

drinks grape juice.

But aren't I a nobody?

I picked up the grape juice carton.

*sipppp*

...

Instead of feeling fire burning my throat there was a river of sweet purple fruit flowing down, It made me unusually happy. I realised that I was definitely weird, people looked at me funny as I drank it and I was definitely getting judged.

But there's nothing I can do, I just like grape juice.

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Chapter 7

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (Please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 few weeks as September turned to October, nothing excited happened until a few days before the Hogsmeade trip.

I was, as always, asleep in Severus' room and had woken a bit earlier than I'd meant to. It was Wednesday and so of course, I had classes, and would've had to have woken up anyways but not for another thirty minutes.

I laid in bed for four seconds, trying to figure out what had woken me up, when I bolted out of bed, waking up Severus in the progress as I jerked the blankets out from underneath him in my attempt to free myself from the bed.

"Elizabeth?" He asked groggily as I crashed to my knees by a trash can and vomited. "Elizabeth!" His voice was more alarmed and I heard his feet hit the stone floor- he had no carpet- and hurried over to me.

He pulled my long hair back which helped a lot as I threw up a couple more times. Finally, I leaned my head back on the stone wall, shaking and shivering, but I didn't feel weak like I was sick.

"Are you alright?" He asked, feeling my forehead now. "You don't feel clammy. . ."

"I don't think I'm sick, Sev." I whispered, struggling to get up and he pressed me down and summoned a glass and poured water into it that I gratefully drank down while he asked, "Then what did you vomit for?"

"I think I'm pregnant." I said, meeting his eyes to gauge his reaction.

His eyes were very guarded as they stared back into mine and he said slowly, "I suppose, but. . ."

"Is- is there a way to check with magic?" I asked, racking my brain. I certainly hadn't come over a spell like that, but I didn't think that was something they were going to be teaching in school.

Severus seemed frozen, his black eyes glued to my stomach. I didn't see a bump or anything and I finally got to my feet and looked down. No, I didn't see anything. I ran a hand through my hair with anxiety. Severus raised his wand and murmured something I didn't catch.

I looked down and saw that it was like a torch had been lit in my stomach, making it see-through and there was a four-month old baby inside my stomach. I stared at it for a second and then next thing I knew, I was laying on the floor and Severus was crouching over me, his face pale.

"I don't think fainting is good for the baby." He said, trying for humor but his face was so pale he couldn't manage it.

"No," I murmured, "No, I don't think it is."

"Are- are you scared?" Severus asked hesitantly.

"No." I answered and I realized it was the truth. I was ecstatic really, just surprised. "Well, only about what dad's going to say but. . ."

I looked up hesitantly into Severus' face and then asked the question I most dreaded the answer to, "You're. . . I mean. . . are you. . . are you. . . okay with this? And er- I'd much prefer if you gave me the truth not. . . not what you think I want to hear."

Severus stared at me blankly for a moment, sitting back on his heels. "Yes." He said finally and the faintest smile appeared on his lips. "Yes, I'm okay with this."

There was a moment of silence as I sat up and reached out, taking his hand. We held hands for a long moment and then I said, "We're going to be parents!"

Severus said nothing and then said, "We're going to have to hide it you know?" He gave me a quick look but I just nodded my head.

"Right." I said softly, "Of course."

"Maybe. . . maybe we could entrust this information to Madam Pomfrey?" Severus asked hesitantly. "Dumbledore already knows I asked you to marry me and he was. . . well I'm sure with his support Madam Pomfrey wouldn't tell anyone. . ."

I hesitated and then said, "Whatever you believe is best." I said, getting to my feet again, letting go of Severus' hand and started to dress, my hands shaking a little bit. I was happy, extremely happy, but I was worried too and nervous.

Then I felt his arms go around me and he kissed my cheek and said, "Don't worry, everything's going to be great."

"I know." I whispered, grabbing his arms that were around me, hugging them to me tighter. "Actually. . . well I'm a bit excited and nervous and worried and happy and a bunch of other emotions that I'm not sure I can pin point. But mostly," I turned around so that I could face him and hold his face in my hands, "I just really love you."

Severus pressed his lips to mine and we stumbled back onto the bed. But there was something different about him, a carefulness he was suddenly treating me with and that was the moment I realized he wanted this baby too.

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"𝕳𝖊𝖞 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌." 𝕴 muttered as I sat down at the Ravenclaw table, something new for me.

"What?" she asked brightly.

"So remember a couple weeks ago I was worried because er- my period was late?"

"Yeah." She said, suddenly lowering her voice too, "What about it?"

"Er- well, I'm er, pregnant." I muttered, blushing.

Trang was silent for a moment and then she shouted, "WHAT!"

"Shut up!" I hissed as students turned to look at her. "Are you crazy?"

"Sorry." she whispered, blushing. "So. . . really?"

"Yeah." I said and then smiled, "but I'm happy about it."

"If it's a girl you should name it Trang." She said, looking very serious.

I snorted, "Only if I hate my child."

She shoved my shoulder, "What a jerk."

I grinned at her. "I'm just kidding you know, though I do suspect it's probably a girl."

"Can't you tell with magic?" Trang asked, helping herself to food that was suddenly looking very unappetizing to me.

"Sure." I said. "But I want it to be a surprise."

"Are you. . . are you going to tell your dad?" Trang asked, raising an eyebrow.

I hesitated, "I mean. . . it would be right to let him know, you know? But I don't know. . . I don't think it would be a good idea for him to know just yet. . . and things can happen, right? I don't want him to be all worried and then. . . and then I lose the baby or something."

Trang nodded seriously, "So you'll tell him in the third trimester."

I nodded, "Probably."

I watched over at the Gryffindor table as Ron upended the ketchup bottle over something that Hermione had said to him.

"Don't tell anyone yet." I said. "Not even like Harry or Hermione or Ron, okay? Just in case and besides, the last thing I want are rumors going around. It wouldn't be good for. . . for him after all, being a teacher, ya know?"

I looked at her with pleading eyes and she smiled and hugged me, "I know how to keep secrets Elizabeth." she winked at me. "Are you going to Hogsmeade?"

"Yes." I said. "I'm going with Harry, Hermione, and Ron and I was going to ask if you wanted to join us. I think we're going to meet Ernie and Susan at the Three Broomsticks."

"Sure!" Trang said brightly and we got up to go join Harry, Ron, and Hermione at the Gryffindor table.

Ginny was walking away and Harry was looking very cheerful. "Hello Liz, hello Trang! Fancy coming to Hogsmeade with us?"

I rolled my eyes, "Who else would I go with?"

We bundled up in our cloaks and gloves and scarves and made our way down to the front doors were Filch was checking names off of a list and always running every student over with a Secrecy Sensor.

"What does it matter if we're smuggling Dark stuff OUT?" Ron demanded from behind me as I started to walk forward with Trang. "Surely you ought to be checking what we bring back IN?" I looked backwards and saw Filch jab him with the Secrecy Sensor multiple times. I rolled my eyes.

Trang was bouncing up and down despite the cold as this would be her first time here. I'd also thought about bringing her here over the summers but there was something different about Hogsmeade than Diagon Alley and I wanted her to experience it this way. And now, she was going to.

As we walked, mostly in silence as it was to cold to talk, I thought about baby names. I didn't know what I was going to do when he or she was born either. Dad certainly couldn't take care of him/her if Dumbledore asked him to continued on the underground. And of course, Severus couldn't take the baby to his place and we wouldn't be able to keep it in the school. . . I doubted Trang's parents would be happy to do it and there was a part of me that didn't want to hand my baby over to anyone else anyways.

I wanted to take care of him. I wanted to be the one that he looked to for food and happiness and love. I supposed I could only imagine it being a boy, because that was what my life was full of: father, husband, brother, son. It would make my life complete. Yet. . .for some reason. . . I was certain it was a girl.

It was freezing as we walked through the village and even Trang's enthusiasm was ebbing away when we finally reached Hogsmeade. I noticed that Zonko's was boarded up, which was never a good sign.

Ron pointed with a gloved hand toward Honeydukes and the rest of us followed after him into the shop.

"Thank God, Let's stay here all afternoon." Ron said. The shop was indeed, extremely warm and Trang was looking around with her usual, open-mouth in awe face.

"Harry, m'boy!" A voice boomed from behind us and I distinctly heard Harry mutter, "oh no." before we turned around to face Professor Slughorn. He was holding a large bag of crystallized pineapple and I noticed that his large frame filled nearly a quarter of shop, which was definitely saying something. "Harry, that's three of my little suppers you've missed now! It won't do, m'boy, I'm determined to have you! Miss Granger, Miss Kane, and Miss Nyguen love them, don't you?"

"Oh yes." Trang and I said together while Hermione said, "Yes, they're really-"

"So why don't you come along, Harry?" Professor Slughorn demanded.

"Well, I've had Quidditch practice Professor." Harry said.

Trang had wandered off to look throughout the shop and I wondered exactly how much she was going to end up buying. There was certainly more wizarding candy here than there had been on the train and I knew she'd buy some of everything.

"Well, I certainly expect you to win your first match after all this hard work! But a little recreation never hurt anybody. Now, how about Monday night, you can't possibly want to practice in this weather-" Professor Slughorn said.

"I can't, Professor, I've got- er- an appointment with Professor Dumbledore that evening." Harry said.

"Unlucky again! Ah, well. . . you can't evade me forever, Harry!" and with that, Professor Slughorn waddled out of the shop and the shop seemed suddenly much larger than it had only moments ago.

"I can't believe you've wriggled out of another one, they're not that bad you know. . . They're even quite fun sometimes. . . Oh, look- they've got deluxe sugar quills- those would last hours!" Hermione tacked on, catching the moody look on Ron's face.

Trang came back with a basket of things as I was picking up a couple of deluxe sugar quills. They were one of my favorite treats.

I glanced at the basket in her hands and grinned and said, "You got enough?"

"Oh I think so." Trang said happily. "I don't want to miss out on anything, what are those?" She asked, pointing to the deluxe sugar quills in my hand.

"Deluxe sugar quills." I said, holding them up to show her, "I've given you sugar quills before, but these just last longer."

Trang added three to her basket. Who was I to judge? I remembered on my first trip I'd gotten more than she had and at the moment, I had five of the quills in my hand. But suddenly, I remembered that I had a child in my stomach and I put away three of the quills, only getting two. I couldn't remember if sugar was bad for children or not.

Alcohol and junk food were big no-no's, I recited in my head as we made our way from Honeydukes to The Three Broomsticks. There were also types of cheeses to avoid, liver products, fish, shellfish, sushi, salami, pepperoni, coffee, tea. . . well not tea in general, you just weren't supposed to have to much and-

"Mundungus!" Harry's voice shook me back to reality.

I noticed that a very short, squat, bandy-legged man was crouching before us, picking up items off the ground, stuffing them into a briefcase.

"Oh, 'ello, 'Arry, well, don't let me keep ya."

"Are you selling this stuff?" Harry asked, looking down, not recognizing that it was Sirius' stuff- that it was our stuff.

A snarl burst out of my throat and Mundungus gave me a fearful look but was distracted when Ron snatched up a goblet and said, "Hang on, this looks familiar-"

"Thank you!" Mundungus said, snatching it up and then saying, "Well, I'll see you all- OUCH!" Harry had smashed Mundungus up against the wall and pulled out his wand. I had my wand raised too.

"Harry!" Hermione and Trang squealed.

"You took that from Sirius's house. That had the black family crest on it!" Harry said, nose to nose with Mundungus.

"I- no- what?" Mundungus sputtered, turning purple.

"What did you do, go back the night he died and strip the place?" Harry snarled.

"Accio briefcase." I said, a bit less calmly than I meant and the briefcase shot up into my hand.

"I- no-"

"Harry, you mustn't!" Hermione shrieked as Mundungus turned blue. There was a band and Harry fell back. Mundungus started towards me, presumably to get his hands on the briefcase, his own wand raised and I though nonverbally, "Petrificus Totalus."

"Elizabeth!" Hermione shrieked. But Mundungus had already undone the spell and disapparated.

"COME BACK, YOU THIEVING-"

"There's not point, Harry." Tonks said, emerging from the shadows. "Mundungus will probably be in London by now. There's no point yelling."

"He's nicked Sirius's stuff! Nicked it!" Harry exclaimed furiously and I held the briefcase out to him and he jerked it from my hands.

"Yes, but still, you should get out of the cold." Tonks said, seeming untroubled by this news. She was also avoiding my eyes. We went into the Three Broomsticks and Harry burst out, "He was nicking Sirius's stuff!"

"I know, Harry, but please don't shout, people are staring." Hermione whispered. I was fuming quietly myself. "Go and sit down, I'll get you a drink."

I led them over to a table and we slid into it and few moments later, Susan and Ernie sat down across from us. Ron didn't seem pleased at all, but Harry and Trang greeted them perfectly cordially.

Harry however, was still fuming after I told Susan and Ernie about the details of what had just happened. Hermione came back with five butterbeers and handed four of them to Trang, Ron, Harry, and I.

"Can't the order control Mundungus?" Harry demanded in a furious whisper. "Can't they at least stop him stealing everything that's not fixed down when he's at headquarters?"

"Shh!" Hermione said desperately, looking around. There were a couple of warlocks that were sitting close by, looking at Harry with interest and I noticed that Blaise was leaning up against a pillar not far away either and when our eyes met, instead of looking away quickly, we held each other's gaze for a moment and then I turned my attention back to the others.

"Harry, I'd be annoyed too, I know it's your guys' things he's stealing-" Hermione said.

I gagged on my butterbeer. I'd forgotten momentarily that it was my things. Harry had choked on his butterbeer too. "Yeah, it's mine and Elizabeth's stuff! No wonder he wasn't pleased to see us. Well, I'm going to tell Dumbledore what's going on, he's the only one who scares Mundungus."

"Good idea." Hermione said happily. "Ron, what are you staring at?"

"Nothing." Ron said, hastily looking away from the bar.

"I expect 'nothing's' in the back getting more firewhiskey." Hermione muttered waspishly.

"Tonks is going to tell Dumbledore anyways." I informed Harry, taking another sip of butterbeer. "But I'm sure it wouldn't hurt if you mentioned it again."

There was a bit of silence and then Ernie said, "I wonder why Zabini keeps looking at you."

"What do you mean?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. My instincts made me want to turn around to look at him but I didn't want him to know that we were talking about him.

Ernie rolled his eyes, "What do you think I mean? He's been staring at you for the past, oh I don't know, two minutes?"

I felt a bit uncomfortable but was sure Ernie was probably just imagining it. Blaise was probably trying to overhear our conversation. Maybe report something back to Draco. I highly doubted he was looking at me specifically.

"So Elizabeth," Susan asked brightly. "Do you know who's going to win the Quidditch game yet?"

"Of course I do." I said, taking another sip of butterbeer. "But it would be indecent to say in Gryffindor company." I smirked at Harry.

Then I watched as Katie Bell and Leanne exited the ladies bathroom. "We should go back to the school." I said in a serious voice, putting my tankard down and standing up. The others, understanding that something was going to happen, quickly put their tankards down as well, following me out of the pub.

We followed Katie Bell and Leanne and bits of their arguments came back to us. I hurried to see if I could catch up with them. The others started to fall behind, the wind pushing them back.

"Leanne!" I called, catching up to her, "What's up with Katie?"

"I don't know." Leanne said as Katie seemed to ignore us. Leanne pointed to a package she was carrying. "She got that out of the bathroom. She won't say what it is or who gave it to her. . . I s'pose you have an idea?"

I nodded, "First things first though, we have to get the package out of her hands before it curses her, don't grab it from her though."

Leanne hesitated, watching as I raised my wand and said, "Accio necklace!" The package was wrenched from her hands and though my hands were gloved, I blocked the package so that it dropped down into the snow. The others were finally starting to catch up with us.

"A necklace?" Leanne asked, putting a hand out and I stopped her.

"It's cursed, don't touch it." I said. "Now, we just need a way-"

BANG

I went flying backwards, tumbling head over heels and landing in a snow drift. I groped for my wand and pushed snow out of my face and noticed that Leanne had also been sent flying backwards and was just now getting to her feet.

"Katie don't!" I shouted, though I knew it would do no good, and raised my wand to disarm her but she'd already grabbed the package.

Katie rose gracefully into the air, coming to a halt six feet in the air. First, her arms were stretched out, her legs together, her eyes closed and then she started to scream. Leanne rushed over but Katie was to high at that moment. I watched helplessly as Katie's body suddenly moved to the left and then the right, as though she was a ragdoll before falling back into the snow, motionless.

"Harry! Go get help!" I yelled at him. "Hagrid, quickly!" Harry took off running down the path. Susan, Hermione, Ron, Ernie, and Trang were there too, standing around the necklace while Leanne was kneeling over Katie's body. "No one touches this necklace, do you understand me?" I asked coldly.

They all nodded. "Great, Ernie, I reckon you should go ahead to the castle and get Professor McGonagall and Snape as fast as possible, Ron, you go with him." They both headed off to the castle as well.

A crowd was staring to gather around us and I noticed that Katie was starting to twitch a bit on the ground as though she was having a seizure. Then she started to scream again and many of the people backed up. "Hermione, Trang, Susan, come here." I said, standing on one side of the necklace, "Stand there, there, and there." I commanded and we stood in a circle about three feet away from the necklace.

We waited and then Harry returned with Hagrid. Hagrid took one look at Katie and scooped her up in his large arms and started off to the castle, the crowd following him and Katie's screams finally stopped echoing in the air. "Alright." I said. "We're good." Susan and Trang stumbled back from the necklace and Hermione hurried over to Leanne, putting an arm around her.

"It's Leanne, isn't it?" Hermione asked and Leanne nodded. "How did-?"

"After she cursed me away, she bent down to grab the package and- and that's when-" Leanne choked out.

Harry came to look at the necklace, "I've seen this before! It was on display in Borgin and Burkes ages ago. The label said it was cursed. Katie must have touched it. How did Katie get hold of this?" Harry asked, looking up at Leanne.

"Well, that's why we were arguing. She came back from the bathroom in the Three Broomsticks holding it, said it was a surprise for somebody at Hogwarts and she had to deliver it. She looked all funny when she said it. . . Oh no, oh no, I bet she'd been Imperiused and I didn't realize it!" She burst back into sobs and Hermione patted her shoulder gently.

"She didn't say who'd given it to her, Leanne?"

"No. . . she wouldn't tell me. . . and I said she was being stupid and not to take it up to school, but she wouldn't listen and.." Leanne sobbed.

"We'd better get up to school." Hermione said.

"We should take the necklace too." I said and the others gaped at me. "Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey should probably see it."

"But how will you get it up to the castle?" Trang asked nervously, wiping snow off her glasses.

I thought for a moment. Harry would've carried it in a scarf but I didn't trust it that much. I pointed my wand at it and muttered, "Locomotor necklace." The necklace rose in the air and I led the procession back to the castle where Ernie and Ron were hurrying down the stairs, Professors McGonagall and Snape hurrying after them.

"Hagrid says you all saw what happened to Katie Bell- upstairs to my office at once, please! And what is that Kane?" Professor McGonagall barked, eyeing the floating necklace with apprehension.

"The thing that cursed her." I said.

"Good lord." Professor McGonagall said. "Severus-"

"My pleasure." Professor Snape said, drawing up a box out of midair, just below the necklace. I released it and it fell in. He went up the stairs without another word or look, and the eight of us hurried up the stairs and into Professor McGonagall's office.

"Why is it when something happens, it is always you four?" Professor McGonagall sighed, looking from me at one end to Harry, Ron, and Hermione on the other end, ignoring Trang, Susan, Ernie, and Leanne.

"Honestly Professor, I've been asking myself the same question for the past five years." Ron said earnestly and I grinned a bit.

Professor McGonagall sighed and rubbed her temple and then sat behind her desk and asked what had happened before Katie had gotten the necklace. It took a bit of time for Leanne to get the words out and when she finally got the part about where Katie and her were arguing and I'd come and tried to 'save' her, she choked up and couldn't get the words out.

"All right, go up to the hospital wing, please, Leanne, and get Madam Pomfrey to give you something for shock." Professor McGonagall said kindly and waited till she had left to ask, "What happened when Katie touched the necklace?"

"She rose up in the air and then began to scream, and collapsed. Professor, can I go see Professor Dumbledore, please?" Harry asked.

"The headmaster is away until Monday, Potter." Professor McGonagall said, sounding surprised.

"Away?" Harry asked with anger.

"Yes, Potter, away!" Professor McGonagall snapped tartly. "But anything you have to say about this horrible business can be said to me, I'm sure!"

Harry hesitated and then said, "I think Draco Malfoy gave Katie that necklace, Professor."

Ernie, Susan, and Trang gaped at Harry while Ron rubbed his nose and Hermione shuffled her feet. I on the other hand, clamped my mouth shut so that I didn't give away the obvious answer.

However, instead of answering Harry, Professor McGonagall turned to me and said, "Well?"

My cheeks grew red and I hesitated as well and then said, "Draco did not hand Katie the necklace, no."

That wasn't a lie either. Harry seemed to deflate and then said, "Couldn't Draco have bought it at Borgin and Burkes?"

"Yes, he could have." I consented, "Though I didn't see whether or not he had nor did I see if anyone had bought it."

"Besides." Professor McGonagall said, turning to Harry now. "Mr. Malfoy was not even in Hogsmeade today."

"How do you know, Professor?" Harry asked, scrutinizing.

"Because he was doing a detention with her." I answered as Professor McGonagall got to her feet.

"Correct." Professor McGonagall said. "Thank you for telling me your suspicions, Potter, but I need to go up to the hospital wing now to check on Katie Bell. Good day to you all." She opened the door to her office and we filed out, one by one. I was last and as the others started up the corridor, I paused.

"Professor, you should know. Katie did not tell anyone who the necklace was for, nor will she remember herself, but it was meant to go to Dumbledore." I said softly and then added, "Also, Katie will have to be transferred to St. Mungo's." And without another look at her, I hurried off after my friends. 

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[bubblecham]

Hello everyone,

Well, I was wondering why no one had written a fanfic of an OC x Canon with Gecko Moria, so... Here is my fanfic of my OC, Gecko Shiro, his wife! I hope you enjoy the fanfic.

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The sun was disappearing into the mist, and the moon was rising as usual. I was in my room, looking out the window; Perona's zombies were just walking around and interacting with each other in her garden. Absalom must be in his room, Dr. Hogback must be in his laboratory with Cindy-chan; my daughters are in their room, asleep like angels, or as Dr. Hogback says, the little devils are asleep.

Now, Moriah, well, he’s sleeping, I think it’s been two days since a crew appeared around here. Since then, I've been in my room, which is actually an old, very old and empty library; my only companions are the books and some spiders and bats.

“It’s so lonely when you’re sleeping,” I mumbled. “Having no one to talk to is so boring.”

I got up and changed; I put on my clothes and my scarf. I left my room, entered the hallway, and went straight to the kitchen. While walking, I heard the zombie paintings talking among themselves, and some greeted me good night.

“Good night, Shiro-Sama.”

“Good night, Madam,” said some of the paintings.

I gave a sweet smile and looked at them. “Good night to you too.”

I walked down the dark hallway to the kitchen; I opened the door and saw some of my helper zombies. Even though I am Moriah’s wife and could be considered the lady of the zombies, I prefer to have my own zombies.

“Good night, Shiro-Sama!!” they said at the top of their lungs. “What do you wish for, Madam!?”

“Good night to all of you,” I said, going towards the kitchen utensils and grabbing some ingredients. “I need you to help me make everyone’s food and tidy up this place a bit.” I smiled again and started preparing the ingredients.

A long time passed while we were in the kitchen; I was having a bit of fun with the company of my zombies.

"I'm already tired," I said, sitting down on a chair next to a small table.

"Here, my lady," said a zombie, placing a cup and my teapot on the table.

"Thank you," I said, looking at him. "You can rest now; if you need help, just call me."

The zombies, while finishing tidying up the kitchen, left one by one, leaving me alone with my intrusive thoughts.

"I wonder if that crew is okay?" I asked myself, looking at the teacup. "Or if some of Moriah's victims died in the sun to escape this horrible nightmare. Well, it's none of my business." I drank the last sip from my cup and got up, grabbing everyone's coffee from the mansion. I turned and was slightly startled by Cindy-chan. "Oh my God, Cindy, you scared me."

"Do you need help?" she asked me.

"Oh, no need, it's all right. You can go back to Hogback," I said, giving her a slight smile.

"You look like you need help," she repeated again.

I sighed and turned around, putting everything back on the kitchen counter and starting to swap the round trays for the square ones, simply because Cindy doesn't like plates, and out of fear, I prefer to remove anything that resembles one.

"Here, it's ready," I handed one of the trays to Cindy. "This is for Dr. Hogback, be careful, okay?"

Then Cindy and I left the kitchen, each going in different directions down the corridor. I was carrying Perona's coffee, something simple, I would say.

I walked slowly to Perona's door and knocked twice.

"Come in," said a soft voice from the room.

"Excuse me," I opened the door slowly, and some ghosts appeared to scare me, even though it didn't work, I found their attempt amusing.

"Shiro-sama, what do you want at this hour?" said the pink-haired girl coming towards me.

"I brought your coffee," I said, showing the tray. "You haven't eaten anything since you arrived."

"Ahhh, Kumasy, you're here," I said, looking over Perona's shoulder. "My dear, how are you?"

"Awww, Shiro-sama, I'm fine," he said in a cheerful tone.

"Kumasy, you're not supposed to talk!! Your voice is not cute at all," said Perona, looking at Kumasy angrily.

"Perona, don't talk to Kumasy like that."

"I'm not lying, it's not cute, period. So, don't talk, got it, Kumasy?"

"Yes, Perona-sama."

"You're not supposed to talk, Kumasy!!"

While Perona was arguing with Kumasy, I quietly left her room, closing the door behind me.

I quickly return to the kitchen and once again the silence returns, feeling the sensation that someone is nearby.

"Absalom?" I look around the kitchen searching for him. "I know you're here, so show yourself."

I feel heavy breathing near my face.

"Get away from me, you damn cat," I give him a light push to move him away.

"Growl... You can be quite annoying sometimes," he says, becoming visible again. "I don't understand why you don't like my jokes."

"I don't like you rubbing against me or being close to my face," I move a bit further away from Absalom. "So, why are you here?" I ask, looking at his face.

"Hmm... I was bored in my room, there's nothing interesting happening," he said, getting closer to me.

"Keep your distance, Absalom," I said, moving away from him. "You know very well that I don't give you that kind of intimacy."

"Ahhh, okay, okay, I'll keep the distance you asked for," he says with a smile.

"Well... Since you're here, I won't need to bring you your coffee," I grab the tray with his coffee. "I hope you like it."

"I like everything you make, Shiro-sama," he says, winking.

I let out a light sigh.

"Absalom, I've already told you I don't like that kind of thing. And you can leave now."

"Growl, you're quite irritating sometimes. Sometimes I wonder why you married Moriah-sama."

I remained silent, watching him leave. He went without looking back, closing the door quietly.

I was heading to my room when Gyoro, Nin, and Bao came towards me.

"Boys, is there a problem?" I asked, crouching down to be at their level.

"Miss Shiro, Moriah-sama is calling for you," they said together, as if they were one.

"Ahhhh... alright. Tell him I'm on my way."

"Okay, we will inform him," they said, going back the way they came.

I only saw the three of them leaving down the hallway.

To be continued...

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[seitmai]

Oh man so many thoughts (very late but I'm trying🥲)

"You feeling okay? How's Nugget Part Deux?" "We're exhausted. Rose is the only one with energy right now."

Nugget Part Deux, that's so cute🥹🥰

A sardonic laugh almost burst from his lips. "Baby Girl, I worry about you and Rosie and the new baby constantly. Okay? Nonstop. But we can't go back now. You're already almost in the second trimester. Hey," he said, swallowing hard as you finally turned and looked at him. He held Rose just a little tighter as he whispered, "We're married. We're happy, right? You're not actually thinking about ending your pregnancy, are you?" "No," you replied quickly, shaking your head. Bradley desperately wanted to know if there was some way he could make this easier for you, because he didn't want you to resent what was happening. But you just started crying as you shrugged again. "I just feel like our timing is terrible. And I know I have to start telling people, because I'm already showing a little bit, but I'm just so frustrated, Bradley."

I truly get the frustration...

He never dreamed the two of you would go from trying for months to get pregnant with Rose to being frustrated about a second pregnancy, but here you were. "I realize you've got to do most of the work right now, but when I tell you that I want another baby and that I'm excited about this, I mean it." "I know!" you whispered quickly. "I know." You swiped at your tears before wrapping your arms around him and Rose.

A family group hug is what she needed in that moment 🫶🏻

"Is something else bothering you?" he murmured when your cheek came to rest on his bicep. He couldn't imagine what else could be the matter, but he needed to make sure. 

This is your chance!!

Your parents broke out into twin grins. "I'm assuming this was a surprise to the two of you?" your dad asked. When you nodded silently, he added, "A happy surprise at least! Congratulations. You're about to have your hands very full."

Not them being called out on the surprise lmao

"It's a good thing we're moving!" your mom practically shrieked. "Two under two! Two babies! What if you have twins?" "We're not," Bradley replied. Then he froze. "It's not twins. Right, Sweetheart?" Now he was a little scared as you turned to look at him and laugh. His shoulders sagged in relief. "I mean, the more the merrier, but that would be a lot."

Ahaha the panic

"Lieutenant Commander Mustache is working with some high fucking quality goods, huh?" Cam marveled, shaking his head slowly in reverence. "Congratulations."

This cracked me up haha

Your thumb ran along the top of your leggings as you started to cry. You needed to pull yourself together. Did you cry this much with Rose? Did everything make you feel like you looked disgusting? Eventually you dozed for about an hour before the sound of the front door closing jolted you awake. Rose started screaming, probably hungry after being out for so long. You rolled out of bed, avoiding your reflection in the mirror at all costs, and went to meet them in the kitchen.

🥺🥺🥺

The idea of going out and pretending that you were drinking alcohol was too much to handle. Even if you could find someone to watch Rose, it didn't sound like a fun time. He glanced up and said, "I don't want to go without you."

Right answer on Bradley's part

You rolled your eyes as Rose switched to your other side. It was easy to feel better about things when it was just the three of you at home. You looked at your husband as he ate an apple in four bites and convinced yourself he would never do anything to hurt you. Then he drank half a beer and belched while he adjusted his junk, and you thought perhaps nobody else would want to deal with him anyway. "What do you mean where?" he scoffed, tugging again. "To take a shower with me while Rose naps. Where else?" "Right there," you whispered, and he closed his eyes. Your heart beat in your ears, an undeniably excited rhythm. "I can't wait to feel it, too," he murmured, his cheek coming to rest against his hand. "You couldn't feel Rose this early."

🥰🥰🥰

"Sounds good." He kissed you before unbuckling and leaning into the backseat to kiss his daughter. He was still shocked and in a mild daze over the baby moving during the shower. He wanted to feel those kicks against his palm, and now he'd be all over you in the upcoming weeks, looking for his chance. 

He is obsessed 🥰

"I have to run," Bradley announced, dropping his cue into Jake's hand. "You're so fucking whipped," Jake drawled. "Get out of here and knock your wife up again.... oh, wait."

🤭🤭🤭

"Oh, sorry," he grunted, nearly plowing over someone in his rush to get to the parking lot. Then Nat burst through the door, movements slowing when she met his eyes. "You left your phone on the pool table." She tossed it to him, coordination pretty good for how much she'd had to drink. She started backing up toward the door as she said, "You better go home with your pregnant wife!" Bradley smiled at his friend, but he could feel Indigo's eyes on him as he stepped off the deck toward the parking lot. And there you were, standing in the first aisle with your back against the red Bronco. Your lips were set in a firm line, and Bradley was about to make it his personal mission to kiss away that expression.

Fucking Indigo

"Baby Girl," he moaned next to your ear. "Let's go home. Maybe we can get in bed and snuggle while I try to feel the baby move? Or you could let me finish what we started in the shower? I'm already so wound up."

Jake is not wrong, he is so whipped

Aim for the Sky Part 31 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Everything starts to get very real once you're able to feel the baby move. It's time to share the news of your second pregnancy with family and friends, but it's hard to feel elated when Bradley starts showing attention to one of his pilots after work hours.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, body image, DILF Roo, oral sex, pregnancy topics, mentions abortion, lactation kink, jealousy, drinking

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

If you weren't pregnant and exhausted, Bradley would have been concerned by how quiet you were. You seemed to need a nap as soon as you got home from work, and then you wanted to go to bed right after Rose went down in her crib each evening. When he got home quite late on Friday after working on some transfer paperwork for several hours, he was surprised to find that you seemed a little more upbeat than usual.

"Hey, Roo."

You were wearing a pair of his gym shorts while you made dinner. The house smelled delicious, and his stomach started growling as soon as he walked inside. He picked Rose up from her playmat, taking her into the kitchen as he smothered her in kisses before transferring them to you.

"You feeling okay? How's Nugget Part Deux?"

"We're exhausted. Rose is the only one with energy right now."

He supposed that was better than you telling him you couldn't stop throwing up. So far, baby number two seemed to be giving you less grief when it came to eating. "We can nap all weekend," he promised. "How was your day?"

"Pretty good," you told him with a shrug. "How was your day?"

He glanced out the back door at the enormous jungle gym, eyeing it up as an option for him and Rose to play after dinner. "Just busy. Everyone keeps me on my toes all day long. These pilots are really talented."

You seemed to wrinkle your nose at his words, staring at the food cooking on the stove as you muttered, "I'll bet they are."

Rose seemed keen on the idea of the backyard, so he kissed her soft cheek. "Yeah, I can barely keep up with them in the air, but don't tell them that. I've got my head on a swivel the whole time. Indigo and Rex nearly took me out today, and I had to go into a dive. And starting on Monday, I'm going to give myself some extra office hours to stay on top of my paperwork."

Instead of responding about his day, you started to dish out the food onto two plates with your back turned to him. "After we eat, I need to call my parents before it's too late. They're putting their house on the market next week, and I think I'm just going to tell them I'm pregnant and get it over with. I've put it off long enough."

Bradley's brow creased. "They'll be excited though. Right? I mean, maybe not as excited as me, but still excited."

You shrugged again, and he thought he might lose his mind if you kept doing it. "Aren't you at least a little worried there could be some sort of complications from having them so close together?"

A sardonic laugh almost burst from his lips. "Baby Girl, I worry about you and Rosie and the new baby constantly. Okay? Nonstop. But we can't go back now. You're already almost in the second trimester. Hey," he said, swallowing hard as you finally turned and looked at him. He held Rose just a little tighter as he whispered, "We're married. We're happy, right? You're not actually thinking about ending your pregnancy, are you?"

"No," you replied quickly, shaking your head. Bradley desperately wanted to know if there was some way he could make this easier for you, because he didn't want you to resent what was happening. But you just started crying as you shrugged again. "I just feel like our timing is terrible. And I know I have to start telling people, because I'm already showing a little bit, but I'm just so frustrated, Bradley."

He never dreamed the two of you would go from trying for months to get pregnant with Rose to being frustrated about a second pregnancy, but here you were. "I realize you've got to do most of the work right now, but when I tell you that I want another baby and that I'm excited about this, I mean it."

"I know!" you whispered quickly. "I know." You swiped at your tears before wrapping your arms around him and Rose.

"Is something else bothering you?" he murmured when your cheek came to rest on his bicep. He couldn't imagine what else could be the matter, but he needed to make sure. 

You were silent for a few beats before whispering, "I'm fine. Let's facetime my parents."

For how excited your mom was to move to California, she didn't seem to notice that your eyes looked like you'd been crying. She kept talking about selling their furniture and packing everything up. She mentioned how much she wanted to see Rose in person as she fussed over her on the video call. Just as she was starting to discuss their new house in Coronado that would make them his neighbors, Bradley heard you blurt out, "I'm pregnant."

Your parents both looked stunned on the other end of the call. "You're pregnant," your mom said, eyes drifting back to Rose in Bradley's arms. "Already?"

Now both parents were staring at Bradley as he said, "Yeah... due in April."

"April Fool's Day," you said softly.

Your parents broke out into twin grins. "I'm assuming this was a surprise to the two of you?" your dad asked. When you nodded silently, he added, "A happy surprise at least! Congratulations. You're about to have your hands very full."

"It's a good thing we're moving!" your mom practically shrieked. "Two under two! Two babies! What if you have twins?"

"We're not," Bradley replied. Then he froze. "It's not twins. Right, Sweetheart?" Now he was a little scared as you turned to look at him and laugh.

"There was just one heartbeat, Roo. Just one."

His shoulders sagged in relief. "I mean, the more the merrier, but that would be a lot."

He let Rose nap against his chest while he rubbed circles against your lower back, and soon enough, your parents were ending the call with the promise that they would be in Coronado for Christmas. "We'll either be living there by then or we'll fly out for the holiday if our house here hasn't sold yet."

Everything sounded good to Bradley, and five minutes after the call ended, you fell asleep on him, too.

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When you fell asleep on Cam's shoulder at brunch on Sunday, you figured it was time to tell him and Maria what was going on.

"I'm pregnant. Again."

Maria jumped out of her seat to cram into the opposite of the booth, sandwiching you between her and Cam. "Damn, girl! You've wasted no time!"

"Lieutenant Commander Mustache is working with some high fucking quality goods, huh?" Cam marveled, shaking his head slowly in reverence. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," you whispered, voice harsh and near tears. You had no control over your emotions. This was just like when you were pregnant with Rose, but with less vomiting and more fatigue. Everything made you upset enough that you wanted to cry or angry enough that you wanted to kick down a door. Including your husband.

You answered Cam and Maria's questions as you thought about that woman you'd seen around base with Bradley a few times. They were never alone, always part of a larger group, but you didn't like how she looked at him. And you didn't want to mention it to him, because you knew how ridiculous it was going to sound.

"Hey, I'm really tired," you eventually told your friends. "Do this again in two weeks?" You wanted to go home and nap while Bradley still had Rose out for a walk along the beach. You just wanted to be alone.

"Of course," Maria promised. "I'll text Bob to come pick me up, but you two can go on ahead."

"I'll wait with you," Cam told her, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You made your way out and went home, leaning against the front door in relief when you found the house completely empty. Even Tramp and his yellow leash were gone. You ran to bed, curled up under the covers, and cradled your hand against your belly. It was impossible to tell if you had a baby bump, or if you were still chubby from last time. 

Your thumb ran along the top of your leggings as you started to cry. You needed to pull yourself together. Did you cry this much with Rose? Did everything make you feel like you looked disgusting? Eventually you dozed for about an hour before the sound of the front door closing jolted you awake. Rose started screaming, probably hungry after being out for so long. You rolled out of bed, avoiding your reflection in the mirror at all costs, and went to meet them in the kitchen.

Bradley was trying to bounce Rose to keep her quiet, but you yanked your shirt off and reached for her. "Sorry," he muttered as your daughter latched on to eat as soon as she was touching you. "I tried."

"It's okay." 

You fed one baby while you considered that her younger sibling was growing inside you, and for once, you couldn't figure out if you wanted to laugh or cry. 

While she ate, Bradley looked at his phone and groaned. "Nat wants us to go to the Hard Deck tonight."

The idea of going out and pretending that you were drinking alcohol was too much to handle. Even if you could find someone to watch Rose, it didn't sound like a fun time.

"You go," you told him.

He glanced up and said, "I don't want to go without you."

A smile graced your lips as you told him, "Just go for one drink with your best friend. I'll drop you off and pick you up. You can tell her I'm pregnant if you want to."

"Really?" he asked, perking up like Tramp did when presented with a treat.

"Yeah. I told Maria and Cam earlier. I actually fell asleep on his shoulder in the booth, and when I woke up, they were both gaping at me. I figured I needed to say something."

Bradley snorted. "What did they have to say about Bradshaw Baby number two?"

"Cam is under the impression that you are working with some high quality equipment."

He burst into laughter. "I mean..."

You rolled your eyes as Rose switched to your other side. It was easy to feel better about things when it was just the three of you at home. You looked at your husband as he ate an apple in four bites and convinced yourself he would never do anything to hurt you. Then he drank half a beer and belched while he adjusted his junk, and you thought perhaps nobody else would want to deal with him anyway.

"I'll text Nat back. Then I'll pull the weeds around the playset while I decide what I'm doing about the bar."

You let Rose take a nap, but now that you'd also had one, you felt a little restless. Even after you did a few chores, including looking at items for a second baby nursery online, you wanted to get out of the house again. When Bradley came inside, stripping his sweaty shirt over his head, he said, "One drink. Don't leave me there too long, okay?"

"Is Jake going, too? Maybe I'll see if Cat and Jer are home and want visitors."

"That's a great idea," he replied, taking your hand when he walked past. When he gave you a little tug, you didn't move. "You coming?" he asked, clearly puzzled. 

"Where?"

"What do you mean where?" he scoffed, tugging again. "To take a shower with me while Rose naps. Where else?"

It was hard to think about anything when your husband was on his knees in front of you, steamy water swirling around his tattooed bicep while his hands pinned you to the tile wall. But it was especially hard to focus on anything other than the feel of his mouth on your body. The scrape of his mustache. The pull of his lips. Soft and demanding and needy.

"Roo," you gasped, lungs full of the humid air, sucking in deep breaths as he looked up at you.

"God, Baby Girl," he rasped, thumb teasing your dainty rooster tattoo. "I'm so spoiled. Your tits look so pretty, and your belly will be big again soon."

You let your fingers drag through his wet curls, pushing them back from his forehead while he kissed the spot where you felt so tender as the baby grew.

"Roo!" you gasped, your hands both flying to your belly. "The baby! I can feel the baby moving!"

"Shit, really?"

His eyes were wide, alert with anticipation as you moved his palm to the spot where you could feel squirming. He eased himself closer on his knees, the shower hitting both of you with warm spray while he let you guide him. You felt it again, just another squirm as you pressed his palm harder to your belly.

"Right there," you whispered, and he closed his eyes. Your heart beat in your ears, an undeniably excited rhythm.

"I can't wait to feel it, too," he murmured, his cheek coming to rest against his hand. "You couldn't feel Rose this early."

"No," you agreed, watching your husband fall even more in love with the unborn baby. "Maybe another week or two and they'll be big enough for you to feel it." You played with his hair, letting him stay put until the water started to get cold.

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"I'll pick you up in a little while," you informed Bradley when you pulled into the parking lot at the Hard Deck. "Jake is already here, so I'll take Rose to hang out with Cat and Jer for a bit."

"Sounds good." He kissed you before unbuckling and leaning into the backseat to kiss his daughter. He was still shocked and in a mild daze over the baby moving during the shower. He wanted to feel those kicks against his palm, and now he'd be all over you in the upcoming weeks, looking for his chance. 

"Have fun," you called before pulling away in your Bronco, but going to the bar to hang out without you was not his idea of a great night. He decided he'd just wait and see how the evening progressed before making a decision about telling Nat about the pregnancy. He smiled as he wondered how long it would be until you had to start wearing the maternity tent to work again.

"There you are!" shouted Nat when he walked past the bar, waving to Penny. "We're about to play pairs. You're with Hangman. Rack 'em, Rooster."

Bradley sighed and took the pool cue as she thrust it into his hand. "Can't I get a beer first?"

She turned and shouted, "Hey, Coyote! Get Rooster one!"

Javy saluted him from the bar as Bradley nodded and settled in to start the game. He and Jake wouldn't even have to try too hard to beat Nat and Reuben, but as he got into the groove of things, he realized he was having a pretty good time.

"You want another?" Jake asked him, and soon one beer turned into three. Bradley ended up buying the fourth round for his friends when Mickey arrived. He had enough in his system to not give a shit when Jake started ribbing on him for his new position at work.

"The way your students all jump to attention when they see you has got to be the funniest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life," he drawled, and Bradley nudged his foot, making him miss his shot.

"I'm still in shock that Cat agreed to marry you," Bradley replied before taking a sip of beer.

Jake rolled his eyes. "I'm surprised Angel let you get her pregnant. Shocked the baby didn't come out with a mustache."

Nat was cackling while Bradley snorted. "She's pregnant again." The words slipped out, but they felt too fucking good on his tongue, just like your body had in the shower.

"What?!"

He was instantly surrounded by his friends while Nat wrapped him up in a hug. "Are you serious? Another one so soon?" she asked with a suspicious looking smirk.

"Yeah," he replied, letting her squeeze him until he thought she might displace a rib. "Apparently I'm working with some high quality equipment."

"Ew!" Nat shrieked, letting go of him while Jake shook his hand. 

"Poor Angel," he drawled. "She'll have another little Bradshaw on the loose soon."

"Whiskey shots on me," Reuben said, slapping Bradley hard on the back.

"Thanks, man," he replied while conversation about the baby settled to a normal volume. He drank his shot of whiskey, and that's when he realized he was actually kind of drunk.

The game of pool wore on, but nobody seemed to be keeping track of who won. So he kept going until his phone vibrated in his jeans pocket.

Baby Girl Bradshaw: I'm almost there. Rose fell asleep.

"I have to run," Bradley announced, dropping his cue into Jake's hand. 

"You're so fucking whipped," Jake drawled. "Get out of here and knock your wife up again.... oh, wait."

Bradley gave him and everyone else double middle fingers behind his back as he walked toward the exit. He was tired and warm and buzzed, and he wanted to curl up next to you in bed and kiss the back of your neck. And maybe you'd let him look at your gorgeous tits. Maybe if he was really good, you'd let him taste you. The evening air hit his body, igniting so much need in him.

"Oh, sorry," he grunted, nearly plowing over someone in his rush to get to the parking lot.

"Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw," came a now familiar voice. Blue eyes flashed up at him along with a smile that kept growing.

Indigo was dressed in street clothes, but he tried not to take notice as he nodded. "I knew you'd find The Hard Deck without my help."

She laughed, bright and clear as he tried to step past her. "Don't tell me you're leaving for the night."

A little pout found her lips, and Bradley nodded. "Yeah. It's getting late for a Sunday."

"Come on," she whined, the back of her hand brushing his as he made his way around her. "Let me buy you one drink."

His mind was still gooey with thoughts of taking you to bed as he shook his head. "Thanks, but I really need to go. Enjoy your night."

Then Nat burst through the door, movements slowing when she met his eyes. "You left your phone on the pool table." She tossed it to him, coordination pretty good for how much she'd had to drink. She started backing up toward the door as she said, "You better go home with your pregnant wife!"

Bradley smiled at his friend, but he could feel Indigo's eyes on him as he stepped off the deck toward the parking lot. And there you were, standing in the first aisle with your back against the red Bronco. Your lips were set in a firm line, and Bradley was about to make it his personal mission to kiss away that expression.

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That younger woman was here with him. You'd seen her around base plenty of times lately, but now she was here. At the Hard Deck. At your favorite bar in your neighborhood. She was with your husband at the bar. They were already standing there together when you drove up and parked.

"Who is that woman?" you snapped at Bradley who was clearly drunk. His hands were all over your waist and hips as soon as he reached you.

"Hey, Sweetheart." His voice was deep and sexy, and you wanted nothing more than to melt into him, but she was still staring you down.

"Who. Is. She?" you hissed, your eyes starting to burn with unshed tears as you stared back. Bradley was kissing your neck now as the woman finally turned and went inside the bar. You already knew who she was. You were sure of it. You'd heard him use her call sign countless times, but you wanted him to say it now. "Bradley!"

"Huh?" he grunted, meeting your eyes.

"Who is that woman you were just with?"

"Natasha?" he asked, and you wanted to scream.

"The other woman, Bradley."

"Oh. That's Indigo."

Your heart sank as soon as he confirmed it for you, but he didn't seem to notice or care that you suddenly felt like your skin was on fire. That woman who was still so fresh out of flight school was already a top pilot, and she was beautiful, and she wanted your husband.

"Baby Girl," he moaned next to your ear. "Let's go home. Maybe we can get in bed and snuggle while I try to feel the baby move? Or you could let me finish what we started in the shower? I'm already so wound up."

You opened the passenger side door for him, slamming it shut as soon as he was inside. You glared at the entrance to the Hard Deck before heading around the Bronco to drive him home.

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[unluckyhoneybee]

The Handsome Artist. 23. (Daniel Ricciardo)

To feel loved. Daniel gives Abi something she has always wanted.

MASTERLIST.

Previous part: Moments of them.

Note: there will be different POV changes.

Danny POV.

I opened the shop door and a guy walked out. I didn't give it much relevance util I heard Abigail sniffing.

"Abi?" She wasn't in the shop. I left my things on the counter and went to the back, but she wasn't there either. Until...

"Danny"

I looked up and there, on the metallic stairs, Abi was hidden and curled around herself.

"Hey" I climbed the stairs quickly and sat next to her. She leaned on me and I hugged her.

"Who was that guy, Abi?" I asked. I didn't want to sound angry or scared, but if that dick had done something to her... I felt so scared.

"Arnie..." She whispered.

"That was Arnie?" And yes, I got angry.

She nodded and dried her tears. She looked at me with sad eyes and a red nose and her lip quivered. I cupped her face with one hand and kissed her forehead.

"What did he do?"

She sat even closer to me and I hugged her tighter. She was probably on the verge of a panic attack. She had explained to me once how she could feel it coming, how she had learnt to understand it.

"I'm here, just talk about it if you need to. We can stay here for as long as you want"

She nodded and took my hand. I cupped her chin and kissed her lips softly. It had an immediate effect, she sighed and relax.

"H-he said that... You don't love me"

I groaned.

"He doesn't know me"

"I know but... Why does he keep coming back to do this?"

"Because he is a cunt. He is not a good person" I told her making sure to make her look at me. "It has nothing to do with you or with me or whatever. You have changed. You are not the same Abi he knew. Plus, he doesn't even know me. There is no way he can know how we work."

She nodded slowly.

"He didn't know me then either" She whispered.

"Why?"

"I wasn't me. I was... Well, I kind of shaped myself to be who he wanted me to be. I lost myself a bit. That's why it was so hard to recover after him."

I brushed her hair out of her face and she leaned her forehead on mine.

"Do you want to know something?" She asked quietly.

"Okay"

"I never had to pretend with you. I was a nervous mess and you smiled at me and said, it's okay. And it really was"

That made me smile and my heart beat harder.

"I love you so much." I told her. "I will tell you as much as you need to hear, okay?" I kissed her forehead again and she closed her eyes. So gently, her hand cupped my cheek.

"I love you too. I know I am a bit difficult sometimes, it's just that I feel a lot."

"And that's amazing. Now. Do you wanna go and rest? I can stay here for a bit"

"We can stay here together" She smiled a bit.

"Okay, but only if you go up for a bit and wash that pretty face. Had a tea too"

She giggled and nodded.

"Okay"

...........................................................

"The other day Arnie came to the shop"

"That fucking piece of shit..." Molly groaned.

"Yeah. He told her I didn't love her and I found her crying on the stairs"

"That's why she has been so off this week"

I nodded.

"She hasn't gone to therapy, right?"

"Jennifer discharged her, she has been doing so good recently."

"Yeah, I know"

We both sighed.

"I made her promise she would go if she got worst. I'm just giving her some time" I told Molly. She smiled a bit.

"That's nice."

I drank from my coffee.

"The thing is that... her birthday is next week. My friends Scotty and Chloe are coming. I was thinking that we could give her a party."

Molly suddenly got so excited.

"Yes!"

I laughed.

"But not many people"

"You have a thousand friends"

"I will only invite the close ones. Michael, Blake, Corey, Scotty and Chloe. We went together to Red Rocks and she was more than comfortable"

Molly smiled and a little blush crept to her cheeks. I knew she had been texting Michael but I didn't say anything.

"Okay. That would be... 8 people, plush her"

"Yeah"

"And... would you invite Lewis?"

I smiled. "If you want to..."

"I'm not sure... But she likes him"

"She does"

I sighed. I well knew she also had a story with Lewis.

"Will you be okay?"

"It's not for me, it's for Abi"

"That's true"

"I'm a grown woman. I can take it." Molly said and patted my hand.

"So... I thought about the shop. My shop. I'm sure Lewis will okay and the hall is pretty big."

Molly and I planned the whole thing that afternoon.

Abigail POV.

I checked myself on the mirror. Scott and Chloe were in the city for a couple of days and Dan and I were having dinner with them. I looked good. The little make up was good and my hair was tidy in a braid. I sighed and checked the time.

I walked out of the car and knocked softly at the parlor's door. The lights were out and the Closed sign hung.

I saw Daniel running out of his tudio with a big smile. He opened the door and leaned on the frame.

"You look so perfect" He half whispered and made me blush. He chuckled and cupped my chin. "Give me a kiss. I haven't seen you in the whole day"

"Come here"

I cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly. Daniel was the one keeping me sane these last days. That quick visit Arnie had payed me had left me more insecure than I had been in weeks. I knew that what he said wasn't true. Daniel was right, he didn't know him, he didn't even know me anymore. But still it hurt.

Daniel pulled back from my lips and kissed my forehead.

"Come in. I have to pick a couple of things." Daniel touched my hand gently and I walked inside. The lights were off. I left my bag in a chair and Daniel went to switch the light on. And suddenly...

"Surprise!"

I gasped and looked around the hall with my heart beating hard on my chest. Charlotte, Molly, Blake, Corey, Michael, Scott and Chloe. Plus, Daniel who was covering his smile with his hands.

"What?" I felt silly with the answer but I was frozen.

"Happy birthday, Abi!" Charlotte jumped and came to hug me. It was then when I could finally realize what was happening. I hugged her tight and she laughed.

"Oh wow, what is this?" I asked pulling back.

Charlotte kissed my cheeks over and over again.

"Your birthday party!"

Molly came and hugged us both. Then Daniel.

When they let me go, the others were there waiting with smiles. I felt something on my chest. I felt a warm feeling and so much happiness because they were all there for me. I wasn't used to this. Birthdays were just with Charlotte and Molly having dinner at home or some crepes on our favorite place. Not even at school or when I had a partner I had gotten a big birthday party. I had never felt like having one because Molly was my only friend and that was fine for me. But now they were all here and I just couldn't stop the tears.

"Thank you very much, guys"

Chloe hugged me tight.

"It's nothing" She said with a big smile and kissed my cheek.

Then the guys, one by one, hugged me.

My heart was beating so fast when Corey, the last one pulled away. I turned slowly to see Daniel hugging Charlotte's shoulders. My eyes filled with tears.

"Thank you very much" I said looking at him. I was so sure it has been his idea. Since Arnie's visit, I had felt Daniel extra vigilant. He hadn't barely left me alone and we had talked almost every day about my feelings and how I really was. He didn't let go with a simple I'm fine.

He chuckled and opened his arms. I hugged him and closed my eyes. If when I came here for the first time months ago they would have told me I would end up like this. I wouldn't have believed them.

Daniel's big hands kept me close to his body. His lips were pressed to my forehead and his breathing was slow. I was so in love with him.

"I love you a lot, you know?" I whispered.

"I know, babe. I love you too. All of us do" He kissed my cheek and brushed his nose against the side of my face. "Plus, my family is calling a bit later"

I smiled. "But the time..."

"It's already the morning in there"

I pulled him for another kiss and he smiled.

"Hey, there are more people in here" Scotty scoffed.

Danny POV.

"Sorry" Abi giggled as she pulled away, brushing her lips with her fingers and blushing. I love you so much.

"Let's go, I cooked a lot of things and we better start eating" Charlotte said clasping her hands.

Everyone agreed with her and went to find a place on the table we had brought from Blake's house.

"Hey" I pulled Abi back and her back hit my chest. "This is all for you. They all came because they love you, so go there and enjoy your night with your friends and family because you totally deserve it. Yeah?" I whispered in her ear. I knew well how sometimes she needed some reassurance.

She nodded and turned her face to the side, so I kissed her cheek.

Abi ended up sitting with Chloe and Molly, the two girls feeling comfortable around each other. Charlotte was more than happy to be with so many people (even if we weren't many). I sat with Mike and Corey.

There was something in the air but anyone seemed to be able to stop smiling. Everyone loved Charlotte's food, my friends were now hers, Scotty had invited Molly to the next trip, Charlotte had already said she could be everyone's aunt... And Abi was there, laughing and smiling, talking with anyone, blushing when Charlotte told us her childhood stories. She was happy and that made me even happier.

"Okay. How about the presents?"

"Oh no, you shouldn't have" She said.

"Shh, little lady. Not your decision."

Abi sat there with pink cheeks opening everyone's gifts. As a mutual agreement, we had all decided that little significant and individual gifts would be more Abi alike. She was more of little details than big-ass gifts. And she received one from each one of us and her smile was enormous. From her little gift tradition with Molly, in which they gave each other a charm for a bracelet (they had so many that they needed to buy another couple of bracelets), to the embroidered shirt in Charlotte had been working on for a while, passing through Scotty's DIY kit for leaves drying. All the gifts had something special that made her eyes bright and a little smile appear on her lips. Mine was the last and my hands were shaking.

She opened it and frowned confused.

"What is it?" Her eyes fell on mine and I smiled.

It was a little pendant with a blue rock, it was obvious.

I took my hands to my neck and unbuckled one of my three chains. .

"In the shop, they said that it's the stone of love so... I want you to wear it with my chain." I said leaning over the table and putting the chain on her hand. She was blushing so much and her eyes were huge looking at me. "Because I love you so much"

"Oh" She said. "Wow"

"You are the cutest, Danny" Molly said under her breath.

"Damn, he is" Abi said and suddenly we were all laughing. But Abi was looking at me with those eyes and my whole world seemed brighter.

All the flutter around the gifts and how cute I was and how adorable we were calmed down slowly and I could get up and walk away from the table. I well knew she would follow. And she did. My studio's door closed behind me and I turned with a smile.

"I love you. You know that, right?" She said with the chain (already with the pendant hanging) on her fingers. "I love you so much"

"I know."

She walked to me and turned around. I took the hint and helped her with the necklace. Then, I hugged her from behind and laid my chin on her shoulder.

"Thank you very much for this. And this last week. It's been hard"

"I know" I whispered and kissed her cheek. I leaned back until I was resting on the desk, my legs open and my girlfriend standing between them. "But you deserve all of this."

She turned around and hugged my waist. "I suspected you were planning something because you are like a little kid. But this... I don't have words to describe how I'm feeling."

I hugged her tighter. "You don't need them. We can feel it. You are like the sun, Abi. You are so contagious. You smile and everyone smiles around you"

She cupped my cheeks and kissed my lips softly.

"They all make happy. So do you. It's so nice to have all of this. I had a missing piece in my life and I didn't know it until we met"

I pecked her lips and then the tip of her nose.

"It's great to feel loved, huh?"

She nodded and bit her lip. "Could you do that for me? A tattoo?"

I chuckled and nodded, pure happiness beaming on my chest. "Of course I can, love"

"Right now?"

"Yeah?"

She nodded.

"Okay, but let's tell them first because I don't want them to think we are here making babies or something"

"You don't care" She told me laughing.

"That's true."

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[yandereocean]

Yandere Shuichi with an escaped darling + add

"Now I'm gonna look like the bad guy..."

raythebun asked: Hi! So I read your imagines and then I thought, What would Yandere Shuichi with an escaped darling? What would lead him to kidnapping you? And how would he get you back?

Hi Ray! Sorry this took years to post, but this was an interesting one to write as I had to figure out the question "what made him snap, that made him kidnap you?

Tw; Kidnapping, angry shuichi, breaking of limbs...., injuries not properly being taken care of, restraints, spoilers, harassment, this is essentially a oneshot

Shuichi Saihara

- So let's start off. What would lead him to kidnapping his darling?

- Shuichi had a problem with fear. Fear of losing the ones he loved. Especially after Kaedes whole thing....so, he was bound to you. He never wanted to leave you. He was scared something would happen to you..

- But he knew he shouldn't have. Cause the moment he did, it was scary.

- He saw you up againt the wall, a guy in front of you. He was trying to touch your genital area, and his knee was in between your thighs. He could tell where this was going, and he could tell you were scared. He had one hand over your mouth, and one slowly inching from the wall to your genitals.

- He didn't waste a SECOND running up to the guy, and pushing him to the ground. He made sure to pin him to ground, and you ran away to go get help.

- To say that he was angry, saddened, or worried was an understatement. He was filled with despair. He felt worse than how he felt with Kaede. And she died!

- He made sure to comfort you when you came back with help. You sobbed into his shoulder uncontrollably. Oh that only made things worse. He knows it's not your fault, but why would you do this to him? Now he has to be the bad guy in your eyes....

- He asked you if you wanted to go eat together that night, to try and make you feel better. He knows it won't get things off your mind, but it could make you feel a little better. Although there was a little guilt knowing why he really asked you out.

- You agreed. You and Shuichi were good friends, so from what you knew, he was a kind soul and wouldn't try anything. Right...?

- So that night, you and Shuichi went to a small Cafe. Although it was nighttime it was a bit light outside, and there were still some people around. You and Shuichi talked, laughed, and at one point you both got a drink, put two straws in, and drank it together. Lucky you and Kokichi aren't on this date together. Cause he sure as hell would've spit in the straw.

- By the time you two were done, it was a lot darker, and there were a lot less people out. Shuichi offered to walk you home, and you accepted.

- What you didn't think would happen though is that only 5 minutes away from your house, Shuichi would take a cloth, and put it onto your face.

- The whole time Shuichi mumbled apologies whilst you struggled and attempted to scream. Shuichi felt so guilty, but after earlier today, he had a huge wake-up call. He couldn't let anyone do that to you again.

- Your time with Shuichi wouldn't be terrible. Other than having no free will, but he's a sweetheart, and he never treats your terribly.

- It's been months. You started off tied up in his room, and then he started getting rid of the restraints and just keeping you in a locked room.

- I'd feel bad about leaving this man. But you did. When Shuichi left for school, you knew you'd have a hell of a lot of time. So you put it to good use to try and escape.

- He has been keeping you healthy. So of course he did your hair when you were restrained. And then when he locked you in a room, he allowed you to do your own hair, and he'd make sure to bring in the supplies you need.

- So, before he left for his detective duties, he left you everything you needed for your hair. Which included Bobby pins. Shuichi is smart, don't shame this man for doing that, but he thought he could trust you, and he knows you might need them on your hair to keep the flyaway hairs down.

- But you have had enough. You didn't wanna be isolated forever. You hadn't been outside for months! You took one of the Bobby pins, and tried to figure out how to pick the lock.

- It took you a while, but you still had time obviously.

- When you got out, surprisingly enough, Shuichi didn't have any extra locks anywhere to keep you in. Probably because he thought he could trust you.

- All you had to do was unlock the front door, and then the sun hit you. It burned. You hadn't felt the sun in months, it felt good. The freedom felt amazing. But you could dwell in that later. You ran to the police station for help.

- You opened the door, and went up to the front desk. But...Shuichi came out of the back into the front. To say he was surprised was an understatement.

- He had been questioning a suspect, and had come to the front for some papers. You were the last person he expected to see.

- "S/o! You're finally here! Sir, can you send someone else back there to question the suspect? My friend messaged me saying that the her kitchen had a gasoline leak, and she needed help as her parents weren't home, if that's alright."

- That smile was fake as hell. You could tell he was angry. But hurt. He looked like he was about to break.

- He roughly dragged your wrist outside, to the back of the building

- "S/o, what are you doing here?!" He didn't wait for an answer. He knew you obviously escaped, and were going to get help. It wasn’t like there was trash out in the back that anyone would come and check. So he swiftly knocked you out, and caught you before you fell. He laid you down on the ground, and sat next to you. He texted his boss he had to help his "friend" with some issues at home.

- He sat next to you until it was late enough that there wouldn't be a lot of people out. But he knew even if there were, people don't do shit nowadays unless it's someone they know and care about.

- He picked you up and walked you home. To his home.

- You woke up, tied to a bed. Mhm. The restraints were back, and you knew this wouldn't be good. Shuichi was usually a restrained person. But you didn't know what he would do when he was mad.

- He was sitting on the bed next to you, waiting for you to wake up. The first thing he said when you woke up was "Why would you do that?" Again, he didn't let you answer, he knew what it would be.

- He got off the bed, and walked to the very end of the bed. Where would feet rested.

- "Now I'm gonna look like the bad guy. And...I don't want to, because I love you. But you have to learn s/o. I'm doing this all for you."

- "What...?"

- What was the only word you could get out before a rush of pain reached you. You screamed and cried in pain. The man you thought was a softy. An absolute sweetheart had just broken your leg

- Gosh. He wanted to cry hearing you scream like that. He walked back over to side of the bed and climbed up on it. He hugged you close muttering apologies. That's what he always does...

- "I'm so sorry darling. But please know that I do love you. But next time you try to leave me...."

- He leaned closer and whispered "I'll break both."

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Sorry this took forever! And sorry it came out as more as a oneshot. I think this is my longest, but I think I'm kinda proud. If you need anything changed, do let me know! 💙

Have a lovely day/night 💕