#hey kids wanna buy some drugs??

[alexandor]

OH BOY, DO I!!! 💊 💉

[hypermascbishounen]

Midnight interaction at a crosswalk, where a strange man approaches me and asks the last thing I expect, which is if I know anyone who wants to buy some pokemon cards.

[cornsword]

“….by the authorities.”

[amandabbbbb]

summary: after the scene where ward drops rafe at barry’s and tells him to not come home but barry’s sister pogue!reader tries to comfort him even though rafe is soo mean to her like woah but it’s a happy ending

tw: mention of drugs, idk rafe cries a lot, parental issues, rafe calls reader kid and bitch once

word count: 762

“don’t come home, son,” ward says, his voice cold and final, as he walks away from his only son.

“where do you want me to go?”

“dad! dad!” rafe’s desperate calls echo into the night, but ward doesn’t look back, leaving rafe alone in the darkness in front of barry’s and your house.

“hey, barry, open the fuckin door! i know you got the coke, dude, come on. please just open up!” he’s begging on the verge of tears. “barry, if you don’t open this god damn door, i’ll fucking smash it down myself. i need coke, man!”

you slowly open the door, and before he even sees you, rafe shoves his way inside, causing you to stumble back slightly. he collapses onto the couch, his movements frantic and erratic. “barry, what took you so long? christ, give me your best coke. i need that shit now, dude” he demands, his voice thick with barely-contained emotion. when he finally looks up and sees you instead of barry, he quickly swipes at the tears streaming down his face, trying to hide his vulnerability.

“oh, hi, rafe! sorry, i had my headphones on. wanna listen? oh my god, are you crying?” you ask, your voice laced with genuine concern.

“no, jesus fuck, y/n, where’s your brother?”

“oh, um, i think he’s down by the shipyards doing a deal. sorry, rafey,” you say, offering a gentle smile.

rafe pulls himself up quickly, furiously searching for the drugs he so desperately craves. “where’s his coke? i know you know where he keeps it. go find it. don’t just stand there helplessly. you’re so goddamn stupid! fuck!”

“why are you being mean to me? you’re never mean to me… i don’t know where barry keeps the coke, rafe.”

he yells at the top of his lungs, “it’s like you have no fuckin brain. you’re just a useless dumb blonde.” (sorry i’m blonde)

the harsh words cut through you, and you can’t bear his anger. you turn and flee to your room, tears pricking your waterline, blurring your vision as you go.

your whole teenage years, you knew rafe as your older brother’s richest client, who he secretly would rip off. but as the years went by, he started buying barry’s more hardcore drugs, not just weed. you got to know rafe more as barry’s regular client. he would constantly stick around, always flirting with you and bringing you gifts when barry wasn’t looking.

“y/n, don’t shut me out. don’t be a bitch, come on, open the door. i need the coke. you don’t understand, help me here, okay,” he pleads.

you’re scared. you’ve never seen him like this; he’s always treated you like a princess. you yell as he bangs at your thin bedroom door, pushing the wood so hard it starts to crack. “go home, rafe!” your voice shaky and filled with fear.

the banging stops suddenly, your words echoing in the sudden silence. the quiet stretches on, each second feeling like an eternity. cautiously, you peek out of your bedroom door thinking maybe he finally listened to your advice. “rafe, you there?” you call out.

he’s sitting on your couch, tears running down his face, hyperventilating. “i can’t go home. i’m a liar, an addict, a thief, and i can’t be trusted, so my dad said he can’t have me in his house. i have nowhere to go.”

you slowly approach the couch where rafe sits, his face hidden in his hands. his body is shaking, and the room is filled with the sound of his ragged breaths. “rafe…” you say softly, your voice trembling as you try to offer some comfort. “you, um, can stay here tonight.”

he looks up at you, his eyes red and desperate, filled with a depth of pain you’ve never seen in him before. “i don’t deserve you, kid. fuck, i’m so sorry. i never wanted you to see me like this. i thought i had everything under control, but now you probably hate me or some shit…”

you sit beside him, offering a soft, reassuring smile. you put your hand in his. “it’s okay rafey. i could never hate you. we all have moments when shit falls apart. it doesn’t change how i see you. you’re tired. i’ll set up the couch for you.”

rafe’s eyes search yours, a flicker of regret softening his expression. “i didn’t mean to take it out on you,” he says, his voice low and raw. “i just… i don’t want to be alone. y’know, on the couch. not tonight.” the words hang in the air, heavy with his unspoken need to hold you tonight.

[rafesslxt]

Hi! Would you write a smut fic about getting high with Mattheo?

R U High Mine⎥Mattheo Riddle

summary: you come back from the holiday's with some weed for you and the boys. When you and Mattheo smoke while showing him some songs, it get's a little heated between the two of you.

warnings: Filthy smut yasss, getting high, so drugs/weed, smoking, best friends to lovers, making out, vocal mattheo (ugh), dirty talk, fingering, unprotected p in v, aftercare, mattheo calling reader slut and whore

note: I saw this in the car and had an immediate idea how to write this, had much fun. Thank you for the request I hope you like it. 💚

song: I recommend listening to the song "R U Mine" or "Why'd you only call me when you're high" by Arctic Monkeys, trust me babes. Or hear the playlist "Are you high mine" from my Spotify.

The boys and Pansy already waited for me in the common room as I arrived at Hogwarts again. It was like Christmas for them, knowing I would always bring them their favorite treat after the holiday's.

I smiled at them, knowing they were thinking the same as me as they smiled back at me. "Y/n!" Pansy was the first to stand up and hug me. From all the people I called my friends, I was closest to her. " Hey Pansy, how are you?" I asked, letting my bags fall to hug her back.

"I'm great! We're waiting for you girl. Everyone's here already." she giggled as she let go of me so I could great the rest.

I gave everyone a hug, at last Mattheo, who kissed my cheek. " How are you princess?" he asked, scanning my face. " I'm good Matt, thanks." I smile at him and sit beside him on the armrest. " What about you?" " Fine now that you're here." I rolled my eyes playfully at his answer.

"You know we're all happy to see you y/n, but do you have it?" Draco asked, shifting impatient in his seat. I think from all of us, he was the one with the most need for it. He was constantly on the edge, maybe even worse If it wasn't for Pansy who comforted him the best she could. He had all the pressure of his father on his shoulders and It was clear to see what it did to him. So a little smoke from now and then did good for him.

"Of course I have it, how could I forget when all of you reminded me the whole 2 weeks of it in each letter you wrote?" I say sarcastic, with a little smirk on the edge of my lips.

I grabbed my purse and pulled out a big black bag with already little packed baggy's, also black so you couldn't see what's in it, for each of them.

"Oh my god it's more than usually, right?" Enzo said, gawking at the little bags in my hand. I chuckled as I gave each one of them their own little bag so they could divide it up for the next few weeks.

"Yeah it is indeed more than usual. Got a good prize for it." " Wait let me pay what we didn't give you." Draco said, grabbing into his pockets but I shook my head. " No it's good. I'm friends with him since we were kids." He nodded and opened his bag to smell it, saying "You know I never thought I would say that but I wouldn‘t have thought I would ever be this happy to have a friend who is part of the muggle world."

I laughed at his comment, before giving the last bag to Mattheo. "I've got something else for you." I grinned at him, knowing he'll love it.

Obviously things like wifi don't exist here so I buyed him an MP3 player with lots and lots of battery's so he could listen to music. This time I brought an CD player and made a few Playlists for him.

His smile got bigger as he saw me pulling it out of my bag. "What's that?" Blaise asked, watching us. " It's an CD Player so you can hear Music a little louder than with headset."

"You wanna hear it?" I ask, Mattheo nodding. " Yeah princess, let's go." He grabbed my bags and gave me my purse. "See you later guy's." I waved at the rest of them.

It became a ritual for us to listen to music every time I came back from holiday's, so the group already knew what's going on.

We walked towards mine and Pansy's dorm we shared which was no issue to her as Mattheo and Draco shared a dorm so she would always go over to Draco's.

"You roll the weed and I'm gonna put on the music mkay? Grinder is in the top drawer." I say while walking towards my desk and putting the CD player on it, putting the battery in it and the first CD I wanted to show him. In the meantime he sat down on my bed and grinned the weed smaller before rolling it into a J.

"Ready." He smiled at me and tapped the place beside him on the bed. "Okay, so this is a band I want to show you, they're called "Arctic Monkeys" and I think you'll love them." Confident I sat down next to him after starting the Music. He lit the J and handed it over to me. "Here, you go first." "Thanks." I took the first drag and inhaled it deeply into my lungs before grinning and exhaling the smoke. " Oh it's good. Marc didn't disappoint." "Marc huh?" he asked as he took his first drag. " So you two are close or anything?"

I shrugged with my shoulders before laying down on my back. " Kind of, but not as close as I'm with you guys. I know him since I'm a kid, he's also the only one who knows about Hogwarts beside my parents."

He scanned my face as I was talking, slowly dragging his gaze from my eyes to my lips. I saw it but didn't think about it as I slowly but surely felt the weed have an effect.

"Damn, you were right. The music is great. It's a bit..edgy." " Yeah I know but it's great for smoking." I giggle and turn my head back towards the ceiling as the song "Why'd you only call me when you're high" started to play. " That's my second favorite." I tell him, feeling the weed calming me down but also making my senses and nerves more sensitive and reactive.

"What's your favorite?" "It comes after a few songs, just wait, I will tell you."

We layed down a little longer, smoking the J until it was ready and we were high as fuck. "Shit, it feels so good to be like this again." he groans, sending shivers down my spine. I turned my head towards him, seeing him looking at the ceiling.

I always had a crush on Mattheo. I loved when he was all flirty with me, while with nobody other. We both had partners before but I always felt some kind of pull towards him. My eyes scanned him, looking at his sharp jawline at first. I also loved looking at it, made me feel some type of way. Especially when it moved while he smoked.

Suddenly his eyes hit mine and maybe it's the weed but I had a feeling as If there was more in his gaze. Again, he looks at my eyes and then at my lips, licking his own.

Then my favorite song started playing. " That's my favorite." I said, watching him looking to the CD player. I wait a litte before he reacts to it. He breathed out heavily before looking at me. "You know where I would love to hear it?" "No tell me." "When we fuck." he says bluntly.

My eyes widened in shock, not knowing If I imagined things now. Before I could say anything he rolled over on top of me, grabbed my neck and kissed me with passion I've never felt before in my life. I opened my mouth as his tongue licked over my bottom lip. He groaned against my lips and pressed his body even more against mine, letting one hand beside my head to support himself and the other which was at my neck, now wandering over my stomach.

My breathing got faster and heavier due the haze and the arousal I suddenly felt. "Fuck, you don't even know how long I've been wanting to do this." He lowers his head down to my throat in a rush, leaving my lips trembling.

Goosebumps erupted over my skin as I felt his tongue licking my skin and his teeth carefully biting it. " Mattheo.." I moaned and let my hands go trough his hair, pulling on some strands. "What princess? What do you need hm?" he mumbles against my neck.

I arched my back and pressed my hips against his, feeling he's already hard. I gasped at the friction and bit my lip right after. " Need to feel you." "Where, tell me where. I wanna hear you say it." he groans, pressing against my hips.

"Everywhere. Fuck me." I would have never said that so bluntly without the weed, but I'm so grateful that we did smoke.

He growled against my skin, leaving wet kisses all over it before sitting up between my legs and letting both his hands roam over my skin under the hoodie I wore. It didn't take him long before pulling it over my head together with my shirt under it, seeing I was wearing no bra.

His lips parted and a smile formed on them. " You're so beautiful y/n, shit why didn't we do this sooner." His hand wandered up to my chest, massaging them and playing with my nipples teasing them. I mewled at the feeling and arched my back again. " Mattheo please. I need more."

"Don't have to ask me twice, princess." He opened the button of my jeans and pulled them down. He got rid of his clothes too until we were both only in our underwear.

I looked down and saw how big he was, just trough his boxershorts, making me gulp a little. "Don't worry, I'll go slow. Or do you want it rough?" I nodded quickly. " Rough. Fuck me like - " " Like what?" I gulped again before answering in a whisper. " Like a slut." " Oh you mean like my slut? Because after this you'll go nowhere but to me If you need to be fucked. Understood?" Ahh imagine him saying this ugh

I nodded. "Good girl." he said smiling, his voice and words making me even wetter. His fingers slowly stroked over my slip, making him biting his lip and almost moan. "Feel how wet you are you fucking slut? Wet for your best friend?"

I moaned and closed my eyes as he slipped a finger under the fabric and right inside of me. "Fuck, you're so tight. Nobody fucked you good the last few months huh?" I shook my head as I couldn't form any words. " Yeah that's gonna change from now on." He pumped his fingers a few more times inside of me, putting pressure to my clit with his thumb before pulling down his boxer shorts and my slip.

He pressed his tip against my entrance, looking at me. " Ready?" "Yeah.." I breathed out. He slowly pushed inside me, scanning my face, his eyes a little hooded.

My hands grabbed his hair again as he completely bottomed me out. "Oh yes.." I moaned, closing my eyes and parting my lips.

"You feel so good princess." he groaned and started to thrust inside me fast and rough, not thinking twice If someone outside in the common room could hear the bed hitting the wall. I wanted to say something but every word got stuck in my throat at his merciless fucking.

"What huh? Am I fucking you stupid you little whore? Fuck I love this, how fucked out you already look, not even able to speak." he growls into the air.

The only thing I felt was him inside me, thrusting faster and faster every minute that passed. I couldn't concentrate on anything else beside him. "M-mattheo I'm close.." " You wanna cum baby? Beg me like the little slut you wanted to be."

His thrusts became erratic and sloppy and I heard his breathing getting harder. "Fuck, please let me cum Mattheo. Please, I'm begging you." I moan loudly as my walls clench around his cock.

"Fuck fuck fuck.." he groaned, thrusting hard one last time before spilling inside me and circling his fingers on my sensitive clit. "Come around my cock baby." And I did. I did so hard that my vision went black for a moment and his name left my lips over and over again.

"Yeah, love how you almost look possessed. Possessed by my cock." he grins down at me, slowly pulling out of me.

I swallowed and looked at him, mind dizzy." "That was so good Mattheo." I said, trying to catch my breath.

"Oh believe me princess, that won't be the last time. You're mine now."

I hope you had fun reading, I had so much fun writing this. 😍

Let me know what ya'll think about this hehe. 👀

My Masterlist

xoxo Sarah <3

[ghostieyanyan]

♡~Yandere Valentine in Twisted Wonderland~♡

Yan!Twisted wonderland x mc (separated)

sorry this is a bit late but here's some of my short takes on valentines day in twisted wonderland!

Warnings: yandere, lack of proof reading (sorry), collars, pet-play, drugs, manipulation, hinting nsfw, beating someone up, dead animal, wedding, hidden camera, (if theres anything missing please do tell me)

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Riddle

Riddle has been planning something for you before February even started, probably before new year too. He understand that he doesn't really have a nurturing touch, thanks to his mom, like the others do. But that wouldn't stop him from trying his best to make you feel special.

He'll ask you to have tea with him and if you happen to be distracted by "other matters." he doesn't mind using his unique spell and pull you around by the collar, like a dog.

"its very rude to not pay attention to the person that invited you out.."

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Trey

As a vice house warden, he understands that you'll be busy. not just Crowley giving you either impossible or pointless work, or the fact that every boy from each and every dorm are falling to their feet just for you on valentines day, hoping you'll notice them.

Trey knows he's not like some flash students here but he knows what he's good at and doesn't need to try too hard like some other desperate students.

"Hey, perfect! i made you something, your favorite, with a little personal Trey touch~ you should probably eat it all now. Before Grim does."

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Cater

Cater is pretty good at getting your attentions. Magicless other worlder, he just has to invite you to something outside of NRC and then watch as your eyes sparkles. Kind of reminds him of a little kid that just need extra attention which he's happy to do.

He'll show you cool different places, shops and cafes. All these cool places are picture perfect and he just loves dressing up with you. from an outside eye, it almost looks like you 2 are dating~

"Perfect! Look at this! we should totally take a picture here with our treats! Say "Happy Valentines Day~!"

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Ace

You were very confused on why Ace has been grumpy all day. you tried everything to make him feel better but nothing. You bought him food, drinks, candy from Sam's. nothing.

After the day was over, you made it back to the dorm and Ace decided to follow you back? you tried to ask him what's wrong buy he swiftly grabbed you and rush to your room!

"All day has been a pain.. everyone gawking at you. All the meaningless gifts. All of it! Tonight, you're gonna make it up to me by letting me sleep with you!"

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Deuce

Deuce wants to turn a new leaf and doesn't want to look back at his delinquent side every again. he's a new deuce now, a student that's just trying to get good grades and trying to be well respected. but old habits die hard.

Any and every time some one even looks in your way, he's sending daggers at them. and if they don't get the hide, he'll tell you that he needs to use the restroom and for you to stay where you are until he's back. he'll be quick...

"sorry it took me a while, there was.. a long line... wanna get lunch now?"

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Leona

Leona, normally, doesn't care for this holiday. his brother always ask him if he's "stolen any hearts" this year? its always the same answer. but this year was different.

For once, he gotten some valentines gift. he remembered, not because he was eavesdropping, he just sleeping and you and your friends were talking about valentines gifts. how you had too many and how you might have to do several trips to bring them back to your dorm...

when you looked at your pile of valentines, instead of valentines, you saw sand.. and a plush lion with a card, flowers, and chocolate..

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Ruggie

Ruggie cant really communicate with his grandma that much, cause they're not in a position to have phones but he does send letters now and then.

Each letter has there, 'how are you?'s to their 'are you taking care of yourself?'s. Now his letters to his grandma had this mysterious person, and how 'he's feels his heart flutter whenever they're near.' there also might be some 'I'm worried that I'm not good enough' he was very happy to get this letter back

"don't worry, sweetheart~ you should bring them over and ill give them a good talking to."

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Jack

Jack tried everything to stay away from you all day. You're smell was just too intoxicating for him. Jack didn't want to risk spending time with you and his instinct...

he could tell, the other beastmen felt the same way. So all day, he kept his distance while also putting other beastmen in their place when they get a little too handy with you. luckily you didn't notice a thing.

But when you approached him, he couldn't just push you away. you mean too much to him. he doesn't want you to see him like.. a monster.

"Hi, prefect. how's you're day..?"

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Azul

Azul tried to just charm you with his charisma alone, no shady actions, no "read the fine print." it seem like he was on his best behavior all day. it made you feel uncomfortable for a hot while.. but after a few hours you gotten use to it.

It was all in Azul's plan. instead of flatly telling you or tricking you to form a contact with him. he was gonna show you that you could rely on him, to trust him. so when you do sign a contact with him, you're guard will be so low, you wouldn't ever dare look at the fine print

"Prefect? Would you like to stop by Mosta lounge for lunch? there's a special i know you'll love. oh! its on the house."

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Jade

before valentines day, Jade asked you to go out with him on a hilling trip. you'll find great mushrooms and if you find any 'shiny treasure' you could keep it as payment. you felt bored at the time and went with it. it was pretty fun. Jade taught you about wildlife and camping and you just enjoyed being out and about, anywhere than Grim's messes was a fresh air.

But on one of the day's out, Jade fell and hurt himself! it'll take a while for you guys to head back so you both decided to just wait until it heals, or when jade is "strong enough" to head back.

"aww.. prefect, you're too sweet for taking care of me~"

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Floyd

Floyd has been a pin to your side all day. every time you were just talking to your friends or in line for lunch or whatever, Floyd comes out of nowhere, picks you up and runs away from your friends. it doesn't help that his long legs gives him a big advantage. the fact you cant struggle that much and the fact that you're friends cant keep up with Floyd...

When he finally gets alone time with you he just wants to play or just stare at you... its a mix really. sometimes he'll tell you he wants to show you a trick he learned from the basketball club. sometimes he just wants to walk around with you on his shoulders. but one things for sure, everyone is staying far away from both of you...

"Shrimpy! look at this! it kind of reminds me of you.. cause you're smol~"

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Kalim

Lets admit it, when Kalim falls in love, he falls HARD. Like he would spoil his love rotten if he could. But he knows that you wouldn't allow him to do so, cause you're just too sweet.

Kalim loves to watch you work sometimes, you're so hard working even though you're in a situation that he couldn't imagine. Far from home with no contacted to your families, that's terrible. but he'll show you that he could help solve all your problems. But he doesn't want to overwhelm you so he'll start small.

"HEY PREFECT!!! Look what i got you! Golden bangles! they have our initials on them too! Come on, try them on! I'll help."

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Jamil

Jamil could easily used his unique spell on you but with it being Valentines day plus every student's having their eyes on you, he cant do it without getting caught. So, he'll have have to charm you with the next best thing, food.

He understand the for some people, food is their love language. He wasn't sure if that's you but he does know that you love his food. so a win is a win.

He'll make you not only your favorite foods but his own too. As a "get to know me" dish. Watching you enjoy his hard work, was like breathing fresh air. he loves your presence.

"here prefect, you can have more. i made it for you after all. hmm..? oh repayment? just repay me by spending the day with me.. just me."

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Vil

Without warning, on a weekend, Vil grabs you and tells you get to dress. he's taking you out. You couldn't really say no to him so off you went.

He took you to store to store to store. Each store had either something he liked or something he didn't. did you have a say in anything? no.

It felt weird a bit but overtime that feeling went away and you were left with giving Vil a mini show fashion show... with just you and him...

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Rook

Saying Rook loved you was an understatement. he loved your hair, your eyes, your walk, your demeaner, everything. On one of his strolls by your dorm, he noticed that you were taking care of a stray animal in your backyard.

You left food for it, you made a spot it could rest, you had a whole set up. even though you don't have a lot of money, you're golden heart shined through. He felt like cupid just struck him through the heart. He would like to do the same to you...

so on Valentines day, you found a box at your door step. inside the box... was your stray friend's lifeless body...

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Epel

Epel's family loves to send him letters, he at least gets one every week. they're all mostly asking if he needs anything or family updates, etc. But now talks about you his letter. last time he visited his family, they kept asking about you.

Epel feeling the pressure of his family, told them that you and him were together and how you had "other things to take care of" and that's why you're not with him. they seem to calm down and jumped to another family topic. Now Epel has to convince you to "pretend" hopefully don't for long, that he was your boyfriend for his family.

"umm... hey prefect? i have a favor to ask you..?"

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Idia

Idia normally doesn't care of any holidays, in general. he mainly does them for his brother or whenever a game was having a seasonal event. but he couldn't say he had someone special to "sit by the fireplace with him with hot chocolate" or "having a picnic out in spring" or even "being or having a valentine"... He didn't mind it...

which what he'll normally say, until he saw you with your pile of valentines day gifts! augh.. why do you have to be so popular?!

With a lot of pushing from ortho, he finally gave you your gift. it was a blue teddy that looked like hades. You didn't have to know about the hidden camera and mic in it. you could just thank him by sleeping with it~

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Malleus

Malleus couldn't really celebrate valentine's day.. he's a prince of Briar Valley, after all. Having him give a valentines day gift can be interpreted as a marriage proposal. that will look every bad for Briar Valley. But the heart wants what it cant have~

His heart belonged to you and he would gladly throw away his position as a prince for you. or... he could just ask you to marry him?

He didn't want anything to come to harm you because of him, so in secret, he made you a wedding dress/suit. Until his graduation, he'll ask you to marry him and then he'll pick you up and off to Briar Valley, ruling together~

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Lilia

Lilia loves a good trip. So many places to see, so many things to do. He wants to take you to see it all. why stay at NRC and just reading about other places when you could go out with him. he may be older but he could still protect you with all he has and he'll still be able to show you a fun time. Oh maybe he should show you how to fight?

He's had his eyes on you since you came to the school, you were so strange but you are never boring. something always happened with you around but you all ways find a way out of it. you're, well..... perfect.

"Prefect! guess who got 2 tickets to Shaftland! why just two? for me and you silly. come on, get your things. I'm gonna show you so much more of this twisted wonderland"

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Silver

You understand that Silver is just a tried guy. so you do everything in your power to make sure he's okay and not gonna get hurt. After a while of this, you've noticed that Silver's holds on you, when ever you go and move him to a safer place, is more forceful than normal? You just told yourself that it was just sleepy silver but it doesn't seem like silver noticed and you didn't mind.

Whenever Silver was awake, you noticed that he's always just a call away. he wasn't over your shoulder or anything but you did see him more often than you usual did... were you thinking too much on this..?

"hey prefect? i got you some treats from Sam's... happy valentines day~"

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Sebek

Sebek is loud. that is not an understatement. bet Sebek probably knows that too. he often uses it to tell other to "respected Malleus." but today he was oddly quiet? you tried to ask him if everything was okay, he said he's fine. Also whenever the other first years asked, he'll snap but not at his normal loud tone?

Without you realizing, Sebek was actually fighting an inner demon of his. Humans, like yourself, were so small and weak. yes, Silver is human too but he's a trained human, you weren't.

He sometimes wonders... how easy would it be to over-power yo-

~❦~❦~❦~

Che'nya

When Che'nya first appear in front of you with just his head, you, ace, and deuce all screamed. he loved it~ but your little squeak whenever you get scared, gets his blood pumping. like the rush you get when you catch you first mouse~

He started to visit more often then before, but not just to say hi to trey and riddle. but to spook their little perfect. a pick to the side here. a blowing into your ear there.

He just cant keep his hands off you! the best part, he doesn't have plans on even telling you it was him.

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Neige

but to Vil's dismay, Neige kept bugging him about you! the mysterious manager~ Vil got so tired on it that he just pointed him to your dorm. Which Neige was happy to run to see you.

When he saw you place, he's heart broke a little. how could someone so lovely as you, live in a dump like this? He found you out in the back yard cleaning. it kind of reminded him of himself, run down building taking care of others. you were perfect for him!

"Heya! perfect, right? i was wondering, would you like to go on a date with me?"

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Rollo

Rollo will not caught walking into THAT school. but that wont stop him from appreciating you. Whether it takes a few days to a few years, Rollo swears to himself that he will save you from the hell hole your in.

but in the mean time he'll send you some flowers and a gift basket filled with Fleur City treats and fun toys that you liked when you last visit. if only you were in that school and you were in his, he'll show you so much and treat you much better than those.. "monsters."

"If though I'm not there, i hope you enjoy my gift. maybe next time you could visit again and I'll give you a personal tour."

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you can see this as platonic or romantic

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Crowley

Crowley is a very strange bird man? says he cares for you then runs away with his feather tail in between his legs. Or when he just hands you work when he could easily do them himself. He's a very strange man so when he was insisting on you to stay by his side all day? it confused you.

like he'll have you in his office and when you tell him you needed to go. he'll "get sad" and say "awww.. i guess ill just power through all this paper work"

you thought he just wanted you to do the paper work (that you could do) so you did. you didn't figure out that maybe he just wanted you by his side so no one could see/ give you anything for valentines day.

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Crewel

Crewel is a very classic man. so when he asked you to help him with some of his designs, you were quite confused. why not ask Vil or anyone from pomefiore? nonetheless, you helped as best as you can. giving your input on designs, telling him what you thought looked nice, getting materials for him, etc.

After you helped him make a set, he asked you to model them for him. he "wanted it on an actual person than a motionless mannequin."

You didnt know that he was doing this so you wouldnt be laying down with dogs with fleas today. Crewel thinks all the boys in this school are just crazy the fact its valentines day. so having you help him was just killing 2 bird with one stone.

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Trein

Trein's cat, Lucius, seemed fine to you. but you couldn't say much when Trein asked you to help him look after his beloved pet. plus a cat that doesn't call you Hedgeman felt nice. a cat that was just a normal cat, that can understand you and talk but you don't understand it...

On Valentines Day, Trein tells you about his wife and what they do together on this day. It was really sweet to hear an old man talk about his love, plus his life too.

It felt nice and you enjoyed the time you spend together. you still couldnt tell if Lucius was actually sick or if he was just winning about food...

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Vargas

You had no idea what came over Vargas. But when it was gym time and there was any partner exercises, it seems like he'll give the poor guys, that asked you to be partners, more hard exercises.

it could be in your head but after you're done, you see the poor student crying for squats or something? Will he be okay?

"oh, don't worry about him. he's been slacking off recently so its just catching up with him. HAHA!"

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Sam

Sam is quite busy on Valentines day. a lot of students ask for valentines day cards, bears, to flowers. some even get the custom order. with those custom orders, he realized a lot of them were for you... he might not be able to do anything.. but his friends might help.

when same gives the students the valentines day gifts, he has a shadow follow them and when they're not looking. the shadow destroys the gift and runs away.

it kills two bird with one stone. they cant give the perfect gifts and Sam still gets the money. oohh he loves what he does~

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[mtsyik]

The babysitter and the babysittee ♡

Chapter 2: My little brother

Chapter one!

Tags: 18+ satoru gojo x reader, babysitter!reader, babysittee!gojo, friends to lovers, one-sided pining, age-gap relationship, a whole lot of flirting, smut, mentions of drugs, angst, mentions of death, lovesick!gojo, engineering student!gojo, architecture student!reader

Hello! I'm really glad that so many people liked the first chapter, so I will continue with the story. Please remember that English is not my first language, so excuse any mistakes that I make! Reblogging is permitted! I also want to specify that while I try to keep the depiction of the reader minimal, it is bound to happen at some point. Have a good read!!

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Satoru Gojo. The man who has already made quite a name for himself and is not even in his 3d year of college yet. The 'fuckboy' of campus, as they like to call him. (He would rather be called the charmer, but it's not as catchy, is it?). The man, the myth, the legend. The engineering student who also plays basketball in his free time. The dreamy boy who has everyone convinced they either want to be with him or be him.

But he wasn't always like this. He used to be a sweet 12 year old boy, barely having begun puberty. With braces and a crooked smile, big bright eyes staring right up at you.

You, who at the time was just an angry 15 year old girl. Always yelling while on the phone with your father, always bickering with your mother. You, who always picked Satoru up from practice with your dad's car (even though you didn't even have a lisence). You, who made Satoru promise he won't tell, buying him ice cream every day to make sure he wasn't going to tattle on you.

And Satoru Gojo, who was never going to tattle on you to begin with. Why would he? The chances of you being able to keep your babysitting job if he were to tattle on you were slim, and that's the last thing he wanted. Being away from you, the love of his life.

Okay, maybe the 'love of his life' is a bit dramatic, but hey, everything is a bit dramatic when you're twelve and you have a crush on a pretty teenage girl. And that summer was just that for Gojo, dramatic. With him picking up flowers to give you every day from the field across from the basketball one, and you, smiling from ear to ear because in your mind Gojo was just a kid. A kid with a silly puppy-like crush on you, and it made your heart melt.

So imagine your surprise when Gojo sees your (shitty#1) boyfriend coming to his house, (to make sure you weren't cheating on him); leaving you no time to realize what's going on before Satoru is at the door, yelling at him to get lost and slamming the door on his face before telling him that if he bothers you again, he'll call the cops.

But 12 isn't the only age where you are stupid and immature and have dumb crushes where you think you are going to marry each other. Because Kai (shitty#1) absolutely refused to leave, which caused the cops to be called, and for you to be kicked out of the Gojo house in shame, for putting their little boy in danger.

And with your head hung low Satoru remembers how you hugged him and told him it wasn't his fault, how you wiped the tears from his eyes, and how you smiled. The smile you had on when you whispered...

"Hope you still wanna marry me pretty boy"

And he also remembers how his cheeks flushed when you gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving forever, out of his house, and out of his life. He remembers everything about you.

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So when he sees the love of his life, leaning against some railing at a dumb frat party (while being shit-faced), he pushes everyone out the way to come crashing into you.

Well, literally. Because when you are that drunk, and that heavy, and you fall on a (pretty but still pretty frail) girl, gravity is bound to win.

The next thing Satoru remembers is Geto trying to put his hands on you, touch you, comfort you. And maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the years of distance that had been put between you too, maybe it's how little your pretty little dress is covering, but he wasn't having it.

"NOOOOO Geeeeto she is mine!"

"What the fuck!"

And then he wraps his big muscly arms around you. And he notices you're a little cold, so his grip tightens to warm you up. The memory of you under 3 blankets in his house makes an appearance in his brain, and how you had smiled and said that you get cold easily. He mentally cusses the cold and how it makes you shiver.

Around him people are yelling, and he is so enarmored by the fact that he has found you, and how you still smell like honey and vanilla even after all these years, that he doesn't even care about the fact that you are pushing him away. Or Geto yelling, or the laundry Choso and Yuji had to do.

In fact he is so relaxed, that he allows himself one peaceful moment of sleep, with you in his arms. And so, he passes out on the ground before you. A goofy smile on hia face as he had finally, after years of only remembering you, found you.

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The next morning Satoru's head is ringing like fucking hell, and he gulps down the two ibuprofen that Geto had left next to his nightstand. He makes his way to the kitchen (after brushing his teeth) and glances at the clock. 10:15

Shit he had class at 12.

He takes in his surroundings and notices Yuji on the couch and Choso on the floor. His eyebrows furrow as if he's trying to remember something, but the ringing in his head makes him groan and bang his head on the table.

The door opens revealing Geto. He seems to carry various supermarket bags.

"Morning princess. Had a fun night?"

Geto laughs at the middle finger that was given to him and sets some things on the counter. Out of curiosity Satoru peaks at the goods, only to give a stink eye at Geto for only getting toast.

"I am truly sorry your majesty but your usual chaviar is going to have to wait, given the vomit that emitted from you just hours ago"

"Why are you talking like you're my royal bitch?"

"Why can't you control your alcohol tolerance?"

"Gee how long has it been since you last hooked up, grandpa?"

"Fucked your mom lastttt week I think. You're right, I should give her a call"

"Don't talk about my mom like that, man!'

"Isn't that how you talk about every female on the planet, douchebag? Well, apparently we did find the exception last night..."

"I do not- wait what did you say?" Words a little bit slurred and half opened eyes widening, Gojo seems to remember something from last night. Hugging a very pretty girl with a skin tight black dress- and woww his head hurts, maybe Geto is right about the drinking.

"You really don't remember, do you? You know what, you're just gonna have to wait"

"the fuck..."

"ughhhh do you guys have to yell? There are others in this world you know..." Choso makes his way to the kitchen, and slumbs down on a chair. His hair is all over the place and he lays against the chill counter.

"How did laundry go, pretty boy?"

"Like fucking shit I do not know what that kid does to his socks but-"

Not at all interested in the conversation that starts to unravel before him about the dos and dont's of laundry, Satoru reaches for his phone. Only for it to be snatched away by Geto.

"um hello? Personal property?"

"You should not be staring at half naked models at 10:30 after a hungover. You should go shower, and become a person once again so we can go to class without you humiliating me."

Satoru scoffs "Since when do I humiliate you? You are the one who spat your coca cola on the teachers face first semester"

Choso stops laughing at the look Geto gives him.

"Go, shower."

"Fine, mom! I will. " He slides off the chair and groggily makes his way to the shower. The first few droplets of the cold water against his skin make Satoru feel alive, and he starts to think about the projects he has due. Fuckk maybe he should stop droping by the frat parties (for now) so he can catch up. His eyebrows furrow as he goes over the conversation he had with Geto just now.

"You're just gonna have to wait"

What the fuck has he planned?

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You finish your lip combo and stare at yourself in the mirror while smacking your lips a couple of times. Not bad, not bad. You check the clock at the time. 10:40am. After a somewhat restless night of sleep from the excitement, you got up earlier than usual to prepare for the adventurous day ahead.

Yuna finally gets out of the shower and almost trips over her shoes in her hurry to get dressed. She yells out a bunch of cuss words at the impact of her toe on her dresser and moans from the pain.

"I told you to get up earlier.." You retouch your lipstick just a tad and smile at the glare you're receiving.

"Why do we even have a class at 12? I thought all our classes were at noon. "

"I told you, this semester they have been moved up a couple of hours so we can complete the assignments that we are given. You know, had I made the schedule, it would be even earlier. Making sure all of our assignments are perfect before they are delivered leaves a lot less room for potential mistakes- aw fuck Yuna! What the fuck!"

"This was your idea?! All of Christmas break I have been cursing the fuck whose idea was that our classes be moved even earlier! And it has been you this entire time!!"

She throws another one of her shoes at your head, but you swiftly dodge the flying heel. Yuna starts to cuss at you for being a goody-two-shoes when it came to assigments. To be honest she did have a point. All your life you have been taught that you need to be excellent in school, in after-school activities, in before school activities (showering was bordeline a sport in your house). Pretty much anything, in your entire life, that could potentially be graded by someone. Which led to you being a perfectionist at it's finest. But being perfect is pretty much the only way you can be taken seriously in your family, given the career you have chosen to follow. In a family of lawyers, doctors and accountants, "drawing for money" isn't really considered the epitome of education.

"My god, are you even listening? You have GOT to stop drinking three double espresso's every morning. Next thing you know you'll end up like my uncle Al."

"Isn't he the one with the Puerto Rican wife? If so I would gladly end up like him"

"God you are such a whore for big boobs"

With Yuna finally tying her shoes you both head out the door. Car keys in hand, you take in the scenery around you. The weather doesn't show any signs of warming up, even though it's closing in on February. Christmas decorations are still being taken down by people who were too bored to do so when it was time to. You notice, while Yuna is blasting on the radio whatever new rock band she is into lately, the new decorations that are been put in place. Hearts.

You sigh and your bestfriend continues to rock her head back and forth at the rock music. Another year without a valentine. Another year filled with couples and teenagers in love, anpther year of witnessing people making love everywhere you go (you guess this is college, so if they don't make public their relationship by screaming each others names out in the school bathroom, how?). The mental thought makes you regret your surrow. Maybe it is better that you are alone.

Before you even have the opportunity to get out of your car, Maki appears out of thin air banging on the window.

"You fucking idiots! We are going to be late to class!"

Maki, who has been your friend since the beginning of college and has stood by your side through thick and through thin in the last 2 years of knowing her. As soon as she finished high school she had left her home, leaving her alone to fend for herself against the cruel world. She eventually, after some gruelling years, had managed to go to college, where she met you and Yuna.

"Well why didn't you go without us? Need Y/n to hold your hand while I push you forward? *gasp* Hey! isn't that girl Nobara in engineering? The one you made out in- MY FUCKING GOD"

Maki seems to have run out of patience at Yuna's blabbering, because she stuck her hands in through the window and grabbed her in headlock to drag her out the car. Literally. With her feet draging the rest of her body away, you turn off the engine and lock the car. Grabbing your purse, your heels hit the pavement with every step you take. You sigh as you try to contain your composure, but your two idiotic friends start wrestling on the ground before your eyes.

"Maki you are a 25 year old woman! Act like one! And you, stop pretending you don't drool over that business major that hangs out with Nobara. And both of you get the fuck off the fucking floor before I come over there!"

With your finger still pointing at them, your voice a little raw from the yelling, (and some heads turned to where you stand) you watch in anger as both of your friends scramble to get on their feet. All three of you make your way inside (quietly, might I add) and to the classroom.

Your heart skips a bit at the sign, and you take a big breath before you enter. From the corner of your eye you can see Maki wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans, and Yuna fixing her skin tight shirt and fluffing her hair out. You push the door open with a racing heart and the image of the most breathtaking blue eyes you have ever seen make an appearance in your mind. You bite your lip to contain your excitement as you enter.

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"Whyyy why whyyy whyy why why why whyyyyyy"

"shut the fuck up, I am trying to listen"

"hey have you guys seen the new picture megan the stallion posted? ohh my little bro is going to loooove this!"

Huffing and puffing Satoru turns his head to glance at the teacher, who is going over for the nth time over the assignment that they have to do for this semester. Apparently it is the most exciting one, because it is going to involve the partnership between the architecture department and the engineering one. He then goes on and on about how important it is to gain a good foundation of trust between the designer and the builder of a building, how there are multiple steps it the proccess of accepting and understanding one another and blah blah blah. With a sigh Satoru let's his head fall on his hands as he stares at Geto and how he notes everything the teacher is telling them word by word.

He closes his eyes in annoyance when he catches from the corner of his eye a group of girls giggling and pointing at him. He frowns because it is the first (and only) time he has seen these girls, and he glances back at the teacher to try to figure out why would they put themselves in this classroom, when he himself doesn't even want to be here. A lightbulb goes off on his head when one of them has her phone number written out on the notes app on her phone, showing it to him while fluttering her eyelashes at him.

Aaaaahhhhh so he was the spectacle.

Well he might as well have some fun with this, no? He leans back against his chair and grabs his water bottle from his bag. With his head leaning back, he takes a few generous gulps before setting it back down. Making sure a couple of droplets fall to his white shirt, making it see through. And then proceeds to spit it out.

Because when the door opened, you came in. You, with your black shirt that hugs your curves, you with your pretty blue jeans and your black kitten heels (yes he knows them by name). You, who smiled brightly at the teacher when he rubbed your shoulder. You who hasn't changed a bit since he last saw you. You, who looks radiant, even in dark clothing. You, who gasps upon watching him spit out all the water from his mouth. You who giggles softly as he tries to apologize and hand out napkins for the mess he caused. You who smiles lovingly upon seeing him. You,you,you,you,you...

"Well seems like the head of the assignment has made quite the impression! Uh Would mind please introducing yourself to the students, dear?"

Satoru watches with the the most glee-having just seen a ghost- expression on his face a you introduce yourself, completely enamored by you to notice the shit eating grins Geto and Choso have on their faces. After a very short introduction that you gave, you give the other two with you a chance to speak for themselves (wow he hadn't even seen that you weren't alone) , before the you start to explain some things about how to projects would go for each individual team.

The class of engineering majors were divided in groups of three, and each of them were to group up with an architect student. Together they were supossed to plan and produce a mock-up in 1:10 dimensions, showcasing nothing other the very school they are in. Of course the whole point of the project is how the students would plan the school layout for the betterment of it's everyday functuality. Because, who does it concern more than the very students of these buildings?

After what seemed like eternity through Satoru's eyes, you bow politely and leave the classroom together with the other two, (what were their names?) and he feels like he can finally breathe. He slumps back on his chair, his hand running over his face in an attempt to check whether any of this is real or not. Geto smacks him in the head.

"You idiot. Have you even checked your phone?"

"Huh? Should I?"

"Just shut up and go to your notifications"

With a furrow of his brows, he clicks on the instagram icon and then notifications. He almost drops his phone.

@architecturey/n is now following you.

"what. the."

Geto shrugs "I told you not to drink too much"

Satoru's eyes widen "This happened last night?! I don't- how did I even get this?"

Gojo turns his head suddenly at the teacher shushing him. Mumbling out a weak apology for disrupting the class, he slumps back on his chair with his hands yanking his hair that keeps falling at his eyesight. Choso rubs his arm to comfort him.

"It's okay man. In a couple of months she will forget you eeeeever puked on her'.

"I WHAT-"

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Being kicked out of class for disrupting (and annoying the teacher, mostly) Satoru Gojo does the most sane thing to do in his situation. Track you down.

Which ultimately wasn't that hard to do, considering he was haul ass running to get to where you currently were, but hey, it seems like his mother was wrong. You apparently never outgrow a crush.

Or perhaps he never outgrew you.

He spots you just outside of the building, phone in hand and lit -what the fuck- a cigarette? You smoke?

"Thought smoking was bad for you"

You turn to face him with an estatic smile on your face, and Satoru thinks that he can just melt. You look more gorgeous than ever, with your features having matured over time and your beautiful bright eyes staring up at him. He thinks his heart is about to beat out of his chest. So he definitely is taken aback when you giggle and respond.

"Awwww little 'toru finally learned about smoking? You are still as adorable as ever sweetie!" You hug him tight from his torso, while he just stands there, puzzled.

"Aw you've grown a whole lot too. Bet you get aaaall the girls, am I right?"

He gives you a weak smile in response and scratches his neck, awkwardly.

"Yeah well, I-i'm glad to see you too... It's been a while huh..." he clears his throat to gain courage to ask "so listen, you uh... feel like grabbing a cup of coffee some time? You know to catch up?"

"Of course we could! I always have time for my little brother!"

Aaaand there it goes. Heart shattered in a million pieces. Broken, never to be fixed again,

Brother? Not even... a friend? Or uh, even an old buddy from back in the day? Literally, anything would be better than this! Did you really see him as your younger brother? That means that only he is off-limits in your mind. He is the limit. He feels like he could throw up.

"Oh, haha, you don't need to call me that, really..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie, I didn't mean to embarrass you. Yes, of course we can go get a cup of coffee. In fact, I will speak with your teacher so we can be grouped up together. How does that sound?"

His face lights up. Okay,okay, maybe if you spend a lot of time together working on this project, you will start to see him differently. Okay, this could work! He could use his charm on you! After all, you are just a girl-woman. Righttttt just like any other woman that he has come across, right? Aaaany other woman that has been charmed by a single looks, or a smiple smile that he has thrown their way. If he can do that to women who don't even know his name, can you imagine what he can do to you? Yeah. This will work.

"Sounds like a plan."

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Chapter three!

Hello again! I realized that I didn't put an author's note on the first chapter, although I don't really have much to say. Thanks to all of you who showed me support in the first chapter! Definitely motivates me to keep updating, and although I know the writing is not the best, I swear I'm trying my best. I have really high hopes for this series so I hope I can live up to them 🤧🤧🤧 Anyhow I will see you all in the next chapter!

[kaijuno]

Psst hey kid wanna buy some drugs

[heliosunny]

Hi, I have a request for sashisu again.

You could have Sashisu kidnap the reader out of jealousy and try to make the reader develop Stockholm syndrome but the reader is too scared and whiny for anyone to come close to trying to manipulate them.

So Sashisu would try to force him to do things through drugs (medications administered by Shoko) oh and if the reader tried to escape they would possibly perform surgery on them without consent

(Well, if you don't understand, I want the reader to suffer in any way possible With yandere sashisu) (ಠ⁠ಗ⁠ಠ)

Content Warning: This story contains themes of non-consensual medical procedures, physical incapacitation, psychological manipulation, and captivity.

The night your life changed started like any other. After a long day of work, you took your usual shortcut home, through the abandoned hospital that loomed on the edge of the city. It wasn’t the safest route, but it saved time, and despite its reputation for being haunted, you’d never been one to buy into ghost stories. Tonight, though, something felt different.

The air inside was thick, as if it carried weight. Each step echoed too loudly, and every shadow seemed to stretch unnaturally. You told yourself it was just your imagination, but your heart began to race all the same.

You were halfway through the building when the first sound came—a low, guttural growl that seemed to vibrate in their chest.

“Hello?” Your voice trembled as you turned in circles, but the hallway was empty.

A sudden crash made you jump as part of the ceiling caved in just ahead. Dust and debris rained down, and through the haze, you saw him.

“Get out of the way!” the man shouted, his voice sharp but playful. He was tall, with stark white hair and a blindfold covering his eyes. He moved impossibly fast, dodging falling rubble as though it were nothing.

Before you could react, two others appeared: a dark-haired man with piercing eyes and an air of quiet authority, and a woman with a cigarette dangling from her lips, her expression unreadable.

“Satoru, stop showing off!” the dark-haired man said, his tone calm but commanding.

“You’re such a buzzkill, Suguru,” the man in white—Gojo Satoru—replied with a grin, before turning to you. “And who’s this? You lost, kid?”

“I-I was just—”

“Doesn’t matter” the woman cut in, her voice flat. “You’re in the way.”

The next few minutes were a blur of chaos. The trio fought something you couldn’t see—an invisible force that roared and lashed out, sending shockwaves through the walls. You could feel the sheer intensity of whatever it was, like a living storm pressing down.

When it was over, the three regrouped. Gojo leaned against a wall, his grin as cocky as ever.

“Not bad, huh?” he said, glancing at you. “Bet you’ve never seen anything like that before.”

“Satoru” Suguru said, his tone laced with warning.

“Fine, fine. Hey, kid, you might wanna head home. This isn’t a place for normies.”

You nodded shakily and stumbled out of the building, leaving the trio behind. But as you walked away, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

“You see that?” Gojo asked, glancing at his two friends.

“Pfft, obviously” Shoko replied, exhaling a puff of smoke. “They sure attract curses around them. Might as well help you get some powerful curses.” She flicked her cigarette and looked pointedly at Suguru.

Suguru gave a small nod, his expression unreadable. “It’s possible. There’s something... unique about them.”

Gojo’s grin widened. “I like unique.”

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The next time you saw them, it was in an entirely different setting. You were at your usual café, sipping on a hot drink and trying to forget the events of that night.

“Fancy seeing you here~” a familiar voice chirped.

You looked up to see Satoru or whatever people call him..., well it's literally impossible to forget people as weird as him, his signature grin plastered across his face. He sat down uninvited, plucking a sugar packet from the table and tearing it open.

“What are you drinking? Let me guess… something sweet, right?”

“Why are you here?” you asked, your voice defensive as you leaned back.

He shrugged. “Can’t a guy enjoy a good coffee? Or maybe I just wanted to check on you. You looked pretty shaken up the other night.”

Before you could respond, a shadow fell over the table. Suguru stood there, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. “Satoru, you’re being annoying.”

“Aw, come on, I’m making friends!” Gojo replied, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

You tensed at the sudden contact and tried to shrug him off. “I don’t even know you!”

“We’ll fix that!” Gojo said with a wink, ignoring your protests.

Over the next few weeks, the trio seemed to insert themselves into your life.

Gojo was the most persistent, always showing up unannounced with his endless stream of jokes and playful jabs. Despite his arrogance, you couldn’t deny that he had a certain charm. He’d bring you little gifts—your favorite snacks, a scarf when the weather turned cold, always with the excuse that he’d just “happened to see it” and thought of you.

Suguru, on the other hand, was quieter but no less present. He had an air of authority that made it hard to argue when he insisted on walking you home or helping with errands. There was something almost comforting about his presence, even if you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Shoko was the most enigmatic. She’d show up unexpectedly, offering to check on your health or patch up minor scrapes and bruises you didn’t even remember getting. Her dry humor and no-nonsense attitude made her seem distant, but there was a warmth to her actions that you couldn’t ignore. ---- You were with a friend, walking through the bustling streets, when the ground beneath your feet trembled. A massive explosion echoed in the distance, and you could feel a pressure in the air, an almost tangible wrongness.

“Go home!” you told your friend firmly. “I’ll catch up later.”

Without waiting for a response, you sprinted toward the source of the disturbance. What you saw stopped you in your tracks: Suguru, Shoko, and Gojo locked in battle against a monstrous, swirling mass of cursed energy.

Shoko fell first, shielding Suguru from a direct hit. You didn’t think—you ran to her side, dragging her to safety and doing your best to patch her up with trembling hands.

“Please don’t die...” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I hate seeing people die in front of me.”

When the battle ended, Suguru and Gojo found Shoko safe and breathing, but you were gone.

For them, gratitude turned into obsession. ------ From that day on, their presence in your life became suffocating. They seemed to be everywhere—watching, intervening, inserting themselves into your routine under the guise of protection.

You tried to escape, even considered moving to another city, but they were always one step ahead.

“Out there, you’re vulnerable.” Suguru said one evening, his tone calm but unyielding. “Here, you’re safe.”

“You don’t get it” Gojo added, his usual playful grin absent. “You’re not just another bystander. You’re special.”

Shoko, meanwhile, insisted on monitoring your health. The treatments she gave you left you feeling foggy and weak, but you couldn’t fight back.

When you finally tried to run, their carefully crafted masks of control shattered. ----- They took you to a secluded mansion, a sprawling estate surrounded by dense forest. They told you it was for your safety, that the world outside was too dangerous for someone like you.

Gojo staged fake curse attacks whenever you talked about leaving, using his powers to create convincing illusions of danger.

“See that?” he’d say, pointing at nothing. “That’s what’s waiting for you out there. You really wanna face that alone?”

Suguru was subtler, planting seeds of doubt about the outside world. “Non-sorcerers like you are always at risk. Out there, you’re a target. Here, you’re safe.”

Shoko insisted on giving you 'protective treatments' though the medications made you feel foggy and weak.

Despite their efforts, you resisted. You questioned their motives, pointed out inconsistencies, and refused to comply quietly.

Their frustrations boiled over, leading to heated arguments.

“You’re too reckless, Satoru” Suguru snapped during one confrontation. “You’re scaring them.”

“And you’re too soft!” Gojo shot back. “We wouldn’t have to do this if you just let me handle it.”

Caught in the middle, Shoko grew increasingly guilt-ridden. But when Gojo pressured her to perform a minor surgery—implanting a tracker under your skin to prevent further escape attempts—she complied, though her hands shook the entire time.

When you woke, the pain was unbearable. You cried and begged for answers, but none of them would meet your gaze. ----- The once serene mansion had become a battlefield of words. For weeks, you had noticed cracks forming in the trio's relationship—disagreements, tension, and quiet resentment simmering beneath the surface. Tonight, however, it finally erupted into chaos.

It started with Suguru’s voice, low and measured but laced with frustration.

“You’re reckless, Satoru. Always have been. You act like this is some game, but it’s not. This is their life we’re dealing with.”

“Oh, come on!” Gojo shot back, his voice rising. “You’re the one complicating things! If you’d just listen to me for once, we wouldn’t even be in this mess.”

“You’re delusional” Suguru hissed, his composure slipping. “Do you even realize what you’ve done? The fake curse attacks, the lies—do you honestly think this is sustainable? You’re only making it worse.”

Gojo stepped forward, his blindfold barely hiding the sharp gleam of his eyes. “And what would you do, huh? Let them leave? Let them walk right into danger? You’re the one who’s soft, Suguru. You think the world out there is safe for someone like them? It’s not.”

“They’re not your plaything, Satoru!” Suguru’s voice thundered through the halls, startling even Shoko, who had been silently watching from the corner.

“They’re not yours either!” Gojo shot back, his tone dangerously low. “But at least I’m doing something to keep them safe. You’re just sitting there, pretending to be the voice of reason while doing nothing.”

“You’re insane.”

“And you’re a coward.”

The tension in the room was suffocating. Shoko finally stepped forward, her cigarette balanced between her fingers, her expression unreadable.

“Both of you need to shut up.” she said flatly, her voice cutting through their argument. “You’re scaring them.”

She glanced toward you, and for a moment, the two men followed her gaze. You were standing in the doorway, trying to look as small and inconspicuous as possible, though your heart was pounding in your chest.

For a brief second, Gojo and Suguru’s anger faltered.

“Great” Gojo muttered, raking a hand through his hair. “Now you’ve made them think we’re the bad guys.”

“You’re doing a fine job of that yourself.” Suguru replied coldly.

“Guys...” Shoko’s voice had an edge of warning. “Not now.”

But Gojo wasn’t done. He turned back to Suguru, his grin returning, but it was strained, almost forced.

“You know what? Maybe you’re jealous.”

Suguru blinked, his expression darkening. “What?”

“Yeah,” Gojo continued, his tone mocking. “You’re jealous because they trust me more than you. Admit it.”

“That’s ridiculous” Suguru snapped, his composure finally breaking. “This isn’t about trust. This is about you being a selfish, egotistical—”

“Stop!” Shoko’s voice rose, sharper than you’d ever heard. But the two ignored her.

Their voices rose, overlapping each other, accusations flying like daggers. The air between them felt charged, as if a fight were about to break out.

And that’s when you made your move.

You had been planning this moment for days, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Their escalating argument was the distraction you needed. While their voices echoed through the halls, you slipped out of the room and into the shadows, your footsteps as silent as possible.

The plan wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t need to be. You just needed to get far enough away before they noticed.

As you crept down the hallway, their voices grew fainter, though you could still hear snippets of their fight.

“Do you even care about them?” Suguru was shouting.

“Of course I do!” Gojo snapped back. “More than you ever could!”

“You’re going to get them killed, Satoru!”

“And you’re going to let them die!”

Their words blurred together, a cacophony of anger and frustration that spurred you forward. Your heart pounded in your chest as you reached the front door, the cool night air just within reach.

But freedom wasn’t guaranteed. You knew they would notice your absence soon, and when they did, they would come for you.

Just as your hand touched the door handle, you heard a crash from behind you. The sound made you freeze, your breath caught in your throat.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Gojo’s voice was calm, too calm, and when you turned, you saw him standing at the end of the hallway. His grin was gone, replaced by a cold, calculating expression that sent a shiver down your spine.

Suguru and Shoko appeared moments later, their faces a mix of anger and disappointment.

“You shouldn’t have run” Suguru said, his tone eerily quiet.

Shoko didn’t say a word, but the syringe in her hand told you everything you needed to know.

“Please...” you begged, tears streaming down your face. “Just let me go!”

Gojo’s expression softened, but it wasn’t comforting. It was almost pitying.

“Shh” he murmured, stepping closer. “You’re safe now. We’ll take care of you.”

------ One other time. “You should’ve trusted us” he said softly, his tone almost gentle, as if speaking to a child who had wandered too far from home. “We told you this world was dangerous, didn’t we? And look what happened—you tried to run and almost got yourself hurt.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten hurt if it wasn’t for you!” you snapped, your voice trembling.

The words barely left your lips before Suguru stepped forward, his dark eyes narrowing. There was no anger in his expression—just cold, unrelenting authority. He grabbed your wrist with a grip that was firm enough to make you wince.

“Don’t speak to Satoru like that” Suguru said, his voice dangerously low. “He’s the only reason you’re still alive. You don’t even realize how much we’ve sacrificed for you.”

His grip tightened, and you yelped in pain, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You should be grateful.”

Shoko was the last to approach, standing just behind the two men. Her usual detached demeanor was gone, replaced by something colder, more clinical. She held up the syringe, the liquid inside glinting ominously in the dim light.

“We can’t keep doing this” she said, her tone emotionless. “They need to understand. Otherwise, they’ll just keep trying to run.”

Your heart sank as you realized what she meant.

“No” you whispered, shaking your head. “Please, no. I’ll stay. I promise. Just—just don’t do this.”

“Too late for that” Gojo said with a smirk. “You already broke the rules. Now we have to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Before you could react, Suguru yanked you forward, pinning your arms behind your back. You thrashed and kicked, but his strength was overwhelming, like trying to fight against an iron wall.

“Hold still” he muttered, his tone devoid of any warmth.

Shoko approached, her movements slow and deliberate. She knelt beside you, the syringe gleaming in her hand. You could feel the cold sweat on your skin, the adrenaline surging through your veins as you begged them to stop.

“Please” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face. “I’ll do anything. Just don’t—don’t do this.”

Shoko hesitated for a brief moment, her eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite place—remorse? Guilt? Whatever it was, it disappeared as quickly as it came.

“This is for your own good” she said quietly, plunging the needle into your arm.

The pain was immediate, a searing burn that spread through your veins like fire. Your vision blurred as your body betrayed you, your muscles growing weak and unresponsive. You collapsed into Suguru’s arms, your strength drained.

“There” Shoko said, standing up and stepping back. “That should keep them calm for a while.”

“Good” Suguru said, his grip on you loosening just enough to shift you into Gojo’s arms.

Gojo cradled you like a child, his grin softening into something disturbingly tender. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You wanted to scream, to fight, but your body wouldn’t respond. Your head lolled against his chest as tears continued to stream down your cheeks.

They carried you deeper into the mansion, past locked doors and darkened hallways. You tried to memorize the twists and turns, but the drug clouded your mind, leaving you disoriented and helpless.

Finally, they reached a room you hadn’t seen before. It was small and windowless, with only a single bed and a table in the corner. The walls were bare, the air stifling.

“This will be your new room.” Suguru said, setting down a tray of food on the table. “You’ll have everything you need here.”

“You don’t have to worry about anything anymore.” Gojo added, his voice unnervingly cheerful. “We’ll take care of you.”

They placed you on the bed, tucking you in as if you were fragile porcelain. Your limbs felt like lead, your head pounding as you tried to fight the haze.

“I don’t want this” you murmured weakly, your voice barely audible.

“You don’t know what you want” Suguru said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “But we do. And we’ll make sure you’re safe.”

Shoko leaned against the door frame, lighting a cigarette. “They’ll adjust” she said, exhaling a plume of smoke. “Eventually.”

Gojo chuckled, his grin widening. “Yeah, they’ll see. This is for the best.”

As they left the room, the door clicked shut behind them, the sound of the lock sliding into place echoing in the silence.

You lay there, staring at the ceiling, your tears soaking into the pillow. The weight of your situation pressed down on you like a vice, suffocating and inescapable.

Days turned into weeks. They kept you under constant watch, monitoring your every move. The medication Shoko gave you left you groggy and weak, unable to muster the strength to resist.

Gojo visited you the most, his cheerful demeanor masking the darkness in his eyes. He would bring you books, snacks, and trinkets, insisting that this was your new life now.

Suguru was colder, his interactions brief but firm. He made it clear that any attempt to escape would be met with severe consequences.

Shoko, though less frequent in her visits, always brought her medical tools, ensuring you stayed physically healthy but mentally subdued.

Every day, you pleaded with them, begged for your freedom, but your words fell on deaf ears. ----- The days passed in a suffocating blur of confinement and despair. Every attempt to fight back, every plea for freedom was met with indifference or worse, a chilling kindness that made you feel even more helpless.

But the worst came one fateful night. The air in the mansion felt heavier than usual, a palpable tension lingering in the halls. You had begun to regain some of your strength, your mind slowly clearing from the drugs Shoko had been giving you. You thought maybe—just maybe—you could escape again.

That hope was short-lived.

Gojo entered your room without warning, his usual grin absent. He carried you easily despite your protests, despite the weak thrashing of your limbs.

“Enough games” he said, his tone low and serious. “You don’t get it, do you? You can’t leave us. We won’t let you. So, we’re going to make sure you stay.”

The words sent a chill down your spine.

Suguru and Shoko were waiting in another room, one you hadn’t seen before. It was cold and sterile, its metal surfaces reflecting the dim light of a single overhead bulb. A surgical table sat in the center, surrounded by trays of instruments that gleamed ominously.

“No” you gasped, your voice trembling as they set you down on the table. “Please, don’t do this. I’ll stay—I swear I’ll stay! Just don’t—”

“Shhhh” Shoko interrupted, her voice calm but detached as she prepared a syringe. “This is for your own good.”

“You tried to leave us” Suguru said, his voice carrying a quiet menace. “You forced our hand. This is your fault.”

Gojo leaned over you, his face so close that you could see the faint glow of his bright blue eyes behind the blindfold. “It won’t hurt for long. You’ll thank us later.”

You screamed, begged, and struggled, but it was no use. Shoko injected you with something, and the world began to tilt. You couldn’t tell if it was from fear or the drug, but soon, your limbs felt heavy, your movements sluggish.

They restrained you as Shoko took out a scalpel, her expression unnervingly calm. She began muttering medical jargon, explaining something to Suguru about tendons and nerves.

“Why are you doing this?” you cried, your voice barely audible through your sobs.

“You keep running” Gojo said, his tone almost playful again, though it carried a sharp edge. “So we’re just… fixing that. Now you won’t have to worry about going anywhere.”

The next hour was a haze of pain and terror. Shoko worked with precise efficiency, cutting into your legs with steady hands. You could feel everything—the searing pain as she severed the tendons in your knees, the horrifying sensation of your body being permanently altered.

Gojo and Suguru held you down when you thrashed, their grips unyielding.

“You’re going to thank us” Suguru murmured as he wiped the sweat from your forehead. “You’ll see. This is for the best.”

When it was over, you lay there trembling, your body drenched in sweat and blood. Shoko cleaned her tools with clinical detachment, while Gojo wrapped your legs in bandages as if he hadn’t just watched them be mutilated.

“You’re going to need us now” Gojo said with a soft smile, his tone almost affectionate. “Isn’t that what you wanted? To be safe? To be cared for?”

You couldn’t respond, your throat raw from screaming.

The days that followed were a nightmare. When the drugs wore off, the full extent of what they had done became clear. Your legs were useless, dead weight that refused to move no matter how hard you tried. The pain was unbearable, a constant reminder of your helplessness.

They took turns caring for you—feeding you, bathing you, carrying you wherever you needed to go.

Gojo made a game of it, lifting you effortlessly and twirling you around like a child. “See? Isn’t this fun? You don’t have to do anything anymore. Just leave it to us.”

Suguru was quieter, his touch gentle but firm as he carried you to and from your room. He would sit beside your bed, reading aloud from books he thought you’d enjoy, as if this were normal.

Shoko’s visits were the hardest to bear. She would check your bandages, her expression unreadable as she examined her handiwork.

“It’s healing nicely” she would say, her voice devoid of emotion. “You’ll be fine as long as you don’t try anything stupid.”

You wanted to scream at her, to ask her how she could do this to you, but the words stuck in your throat.

Weeks turned into months. They kept you trapped in the mansion, your every need met by their hands. You were completely dependent on them now, unable to take a single step without their help.

The worst part was the way they looked at you—not with pity, but with triumph, as if they had won some twisted game.

“You’re ours now” Gojo said one night as he tucked you into bed, his grin softer than usual. “No more running, no more danger. Just us. Forever.”

And as you lay there in the suffocating silence, you realized the truth: they had broken you. There was no escape, no hope of freedom.

--- I'm not sure about jealousy or Stockholm syndrome but you sure suffer from this :))))) Also this marks the first time I've ever put warnings in my post.

[babydollmarauders]

Jack and mom finding out they are pregnant or gender reveal?

i was so tired when i wrote this and i have not proofread it, so i hope it’s okay

*

it hadn’t even occurred to me that i could be pregnant. chalking the sickness and fatigue up to the stress of wedding planning, the cravings and tenderness in my breast being attributed with getting my period soon.

when i was complaining about everything to Jack, he only asked if i should go to an urgent care or if my period was this week. which in turn, got me thinking; i’ve been using an upcoming period as an excuse for two weeks without even realizing that i’ve yet to actually get my monthly cycle.

“Jack! you coming?” Quinn’s voice drifts up the stairs of the lake house, quickly followed by the sound of scolding from Ellen about his yelling.

“alright, i gotta go.” Jack stands from our bed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “i love you.”

he jogs out of the room, rushing to catch up with his dad and brothers for their golf day.

quickly pulling out my phone, i tap into my period tracking app, a lump forming in my throat at the words displayed.

period 6 days late

eyeing the keys to Jack’s range rover that sit on the dresser, i sigh, standing and retrieving them. i step down the stairs a lot quieter than Jack had just moments before.

“hey hun! i’m meeting some friends at that one mom and pop’s pizza place. i can never remember the name, the one like forty-five minutes out? do you wanna come?” Ellen calls to me as i enter the living room. despite the mix of emotions battling for dominance in my body, i smile, shaking my head.

“no. i’m okay, thank you!” i tell her. “i’m actually about to drive over to the drug store real quick, do you need anything?”

“no, i’m okay! thank you, hun! you sure you don’t wanna come? i feel bad leaving you here all by yourself!” she tells me and i just shake my head again, assuring her that i’m okay by myself. Ellen shrugs and we bid each other a goodbye before i take off out the door.

the drive to CVS is quick, the trip in even quicker because i don’t think twice about which kind of test to buy, i just grab one of almost every option.

by the time i make it back to the lake house, Ellen has already left, leaving me with the house to myself.

i take a deep breath, steeling my nerves as i go grab a bottle of water. chugging the water, i eat a quick snack and pace around the empty downstairs until i feel the need to pee.

making the trek upstairs to the bathroom, i pause in the doorway.

should i be doing this without Jack?

should i be telling him before i take a test?

before i can chicken out, another wave of light nausea hits me and i decide that i can’t wait any longer. Jack is right, if these come back negative then i should probably go to urgent care, just in case something is seriously wrong. and that’s better done sooner rather than later, right?

my hands shake, making it hard to take the tests, but i get it done, setting each one on the counter. with a timer set on my phone, i sit on the cold bathroom floor, my thoughts racing at the possibility of being pregnant.

it’s not like Jack and i have never talked about having kids. we have. plenty of times. we just never imagined it this soon. we’re not even married yet, our wedding is in two weeks. Jack has talked about hoping to have kids alongside Quinn or Luke, but neither of them are even in relationships, let alone having kids soon. will he be upset about that?

or could this be an exciting thing? the idea of having a mini me or Jack running around our apartment. Jack teaching them how to skate, how to play hockey. imagining the apartment full of children’s toys and play hockey sets. dressing them in a jersey and taking them to see Jack play. a child calling me “mama”.

i’m torn out of my thoughts by the sound of my timer, quickly clicking the stop button. i stare up towards the counter, not yet ready to read the results, but somehow already knowing what they’ll say.

i stand up slowly, dragging out the process in order to provide myself with extra time. taking one last deep inhale, i count to three before looking at the tests.

positive.

two lines.

a plus sign.

pregnant.

tears well in my eyes at the results. i’m overjoyed, but i can’t help the nagging feeling in the back of my mind. my heart telling me i’m excited to have a baby, a product of Jack and i, while my brain overthinks, wondering what Jack will think, if he’ll be upset.

grabbing the tests, i go back to our bedroom, sticking them in my bedside table drawer before laying down on the bed. tears well in my eyes as my mind pings from one thought to another. happy and then scared.

i’ve probably laid there for an hour before i find myself falling asleep.

*

“hey, baby.” i’m stirred from my sleep by the sound of Jack’s voice. “you been in here the whole day?”

my eyes flutter open, coming face to face with my fiancé, who squats down beside the bed. i sleepily shake my head at his question.

“no? what’d you do then, pretty girl?” he wonders, switching to sit on the edge of the bed while running his hand over my hair. he leans down to press a kiss to my forehead, and it’s only now that i realize he’s freshly showered and changed out of his golfing clothes.

i can hear the voice of Trevor outside our room, yell-telling a story to lord knows who.

“i found out what’s wrong with me.” i barely even second guess telling him. i thought long and hard about it before i fell asleep and it’s better to tell him now rather than in a few weeks.

“oh yeah?” Jack asks. “was i right? was it your period?”

i’m silent for a beat, just trying to think about how to phrase my next few words.

“um, i guess you could say that?” i tell him “or rather something to do with it.”

“that’s good.” “i’m pregnant.”

we both speak at the same time and i watch as recognition slowly spreads across his face. his hand drops from my hair, making me nervous.

“w-what?” he gives a few slow blinks, trying to process the information i just threw at him.

sitting up in the bed, i reach over and open the bedside drawer, clutching the tests in my hands and holding them out to Jack.

he stares at them for a few moments before taking them into his own hand. he rifles through each test, reading the results.

“can you please say something?” i whisper, tears pricking the back of my eyes. the anxiety is eating at me, nervous of what he thinks.

“we’re gonna have a baby?” his voice is quiet as he looks up at me, his eyes soft. i just nod in response, unable to speak without a sob coming out.

he drops the tests on the bed, cupping my face and crashing his lips on mine. soft and sweet, full of love and affection. he pulls away, laying his forehead on mine.

“we’re having a baby.” he whispers, more to himself than me.

“is that okay?” i question.

“that’s more than okay.” he tells me, pulling back to really look me in the eyes.

“i know you’ve talked before about wanting to have kids around the same time as your brothers, and i’m sorry that-”

“fuck that. we’re having a baby! a little you and me.” he wears an excited smile, placing another chaste kiss to my lips.

“yeah, we’re having a baby.”

[bidisasterevankinard]

so hard to choose from all these wips but pls gimme some of:

🔄🔄🔄

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

📝📝📝📝📝

👨‍🍳👨‍🍳👨‍🍳👨‍🍳👨‍🍳

yeah months after but I finally got toanswer it (I'm sorry <333)

9 from 7x4 reverse with Sal:

“So, how was football?” Tommy aims for feigned disinterest, missing some lightness in tone for it to be believable, but Sal just drugs and smiles.

“It was fine. Kid got us good tickets. And it was cool to watch the game with someone who doesn’t moan every second about how bored he is.”

“Hey, I don’t moan!”

“Yeah, you're right. You whine like a baby who wants cuddles from their mama.”

“I don’t whine,” whines Tommy and on Sal’s smirk and a raised eyebrow answers with silence, changing the tactic.

9+ for break up and make up after 7s au:

“And then Sal …” when Evan says the name it’s like the lever inside his mind is yanked down and his brain is off. Evan’s voice is around him but he hears nothing. It’s like the headphones are put on him and he can make some outside noise, but not enough to actually comprehend anything. He just sits there, passing his food, not in the mood to eat. His stomach feels too easy to make sick.

“..my! Tommy!” the louder when before voice and the touch of his shoulder makes him jump in his seat and Evan takes his hand away. “Sorry, you just weren't answering me and I asked if you wanted to come to my place or you wanted me to come to yours as you seem pretty tired,” Evan smirks, but his usual playfulness and Tommy tries to answer but big blue eyes go sadder.

He guesses he didn’t fool Evan.

“Sorry, Evan, I’m really tired and have a headache. Want to be alone. If it’s ok?”

15 for Justin knows best:

“From what I saw he was,” Mr. Russo’s voice answers, “he was almost eye fucking you during renovations.”

“I’m sure he did it not to me, but to Eddie. Or should I remind you that it’s him he took to Vegas and I’ve got only one Harbor tour that I asked about.”

Justin nods to sadness in Mr.B voice feeling the anger on his uncle and Mr.Diaz getting higher. They broke his perfect plan and made Mr. B sad.

“First, Eddie was on the other side of the room and those big blue eyes were still taking off your tank top and shorts. Second, I remember about Vegas. You were mopping about it a lot recently,” Mr. Russo listed. “Maybe it was just a friendly fly? I mean they watched a fight together. If you ask me I’d fight a guy who takes me to a fight as a first date because I hate it. And you too.”

“Yeah, I thought it too,” Mr. says and then he somehow gets sadder, “but it wasn’t only Vegas. They also worked over Eddie’s Chavele. And yesterday they went to Karaoke trivia together. And Eddie asked me to babysit,” Mr. B whines the last sentence and Justin sees red. 

and 15 for second part on I wanna dance with you universe

“What is it?” Evan asks and Tommy shrugs, giving him a playful look, and waits for him to open the box, loving the laugh Evan makes when he reads the custom inscription.

Still laughing, Evan takes the bright pink apron out and turns it so that Tommy can read it, bold black lettering makes him smirk again.

He’s my favorite housewife

“So you want me as your housewife?” Evan asks.

“Do you like it,” Tommy ignores the question.

“I like the color and the title but only if it’s a joke. Because if it’s not, it's like a huge red flag and I’m gonna run from here right now.”

Tommy hugs the perfect waist, kissing the neck, loving the shiver that goes over Evan’s body, “just a joke, baby of course. And now as far as I remember,” Tommy nuzzles into Evan's neck, biting it, “I was promised that if I'll buy you apron you love, I can fuck you in it. Only in it,” Tommy whispers in Evan’s ear and  bites the skin right near it.

“I-I did say it, didn’t I?” Evan puts his hand in his hair pushing his head till their lips meet.

Using his body weight Tommy pushes his boyfriend till he’s near the counter and then sits him there, not breaking the kiss, with pleasure swallowing the moan Evan makes.

Ending the kiss Tommy gets back to working on Evan’s neck, while his boyfriend unbuttons his shirt.

[saeransangel]

I’m obsessed with dealer!ellie and was wondering if you could write some fluff with her if not then that’s also okay! 😊

Summary: After Ellie gets back from a deal the two of you relax together and share a sweet moment.

A/N: I love doing fluff! Thank you for this request I hope you enjoy:) ++I listened to Opera House by Cigarettes After Sex while writing this and had a little idea to add in. Very fluffy... dealer!ellie may be a little ooc lmk if you hate it lol

CW: swearing/drug use

WC: 1k <3

Opera House

You took a slow inhale from your pink bowl piece while you sat in your bed waiting for Ellie to return home. She was out picking up her supply from her guys. She never let you come with her.

"Could be too dangerous." She would always say, and you would always laugh at her dramatics.

So here you sat at home, in the apartment you shared with your girlfriend. It felt like time was going so slowly, probably because you were high, but you missed Ellie. You set the bowl down on the nightstand next to you as you hear the front door open and close softly. You jumped up and rushed out into the living room to meet Ellie at the door. She sees you beaming at her and smiles. She walks over and grabs your chin, pulling you in for a kiss.

"Hey babe." She says. "Sorry I took so long, I ended up selling a few G's to some dumbass college kids." She pulls her wallet out of her back pocket. "I wayyy jacked up the price for the inconvenience of me having to stop on the way to see my girl." Reaching in her wallet, she pulls out a stack of twenties and counts out about two hundred dollars worth from the stack. She puts the rest of the money away and hands you the two hundred in cash.

She does this every fucking time. "Ellie you can't just give me two hundred dollars." You try to force her hand away but of course she stronger and wins, giving you the money.

"For your hair and your nails babe." She says as she takes off her jacket, hanging it up on the back of the door.

She was so sweet. When you were with Ellie you never had to want for a thing. If you needed food, a drink, money to get hair and nails done? She's got you. She treated you like a princess, always saying things like "My girl deserves the best." or "If I can afford it why would I not just buy it for you?"

You begrudgingly put the money in your pocket and followed Ellie back into the bedroom. She plopped herself down onto the bed, motioning for you to follow. You did and sat next to her.

"Hey did you smoke without me?" She asks, noticing the bowl piece next to the bed. She faked a betrayed stare.

You giggled and opened the nightstand drawer, putting it away and pulling out instead; a jar of pre rolls. "I rolled these up for us while you were gone too."

Her gaze softened. She threw her arm around your waist, pulling you down to sit on her lap. "God, I love you." She smiles.

She has the same reaction every time you do this and it's so cute. It's like a little routine you guys have. When she goes out to do business, you roll up for when she gets back. She acts surprised every time.

Ellie takes a joint out of the jar and purses it between her lips. "Pass me the lighter." She mumbled.

You grabbed her black lighter and lit the hemp for her. Still sitting in her lap, you leaned into her, pressing a light kiss on her cheek as she took a hit. She smiled and passed the joint to you, returning the kiss to the side of your head. Your head started to feel fuzzy yet euphoric. The effects of the plant starting to hit you. You let out a content sigh. You could stay like this forever. Just you and your favorite brown haired girl. You made small talk with her while the two of you finished off the preroll.

The feeling of the weed had you wanting to cling to Ellie. You got very clingy when you smoked and she loved it. She scooped you from her lap and laid you on the bed, shuffling to lay next to you. Your eyes bore into hers, they looked low and red. She looked good like this. At peace.

"Wanna listen to some music or something. Just for background noise." You suggested.

"Sure babe." Ellie sighs. She looked tired.

You turned on your tv and opened the Spotify app, selecting the playlist you and Ellie had made together. A while back you and her made a playlist of all the songs you two liked to listen to. The first song that came on when you shuffled it was Opera House by Cigarettes After Sex. You hummed in amusement. You loved this song.

You lied back down and gazed at Ellie who had a sleepy smile on her face. You shuffled in closer to her and got comfortable, closing your eyes, enjoying the music. Ellie places her fingertips on your arm, lightly rubbing up and down. It tickled a bit but it was relaxing. You sighed against her touch. Ellie started to hum along to the music as she rubbed your arm.

Eventually you opened your eyes when you felt her brush a piece of hair behind your ear.

She began to sing. "I was meant to love you and always keep you in my life."

You blushed as you knew she was singing this to you. She had said so many times that this song made her think of you.

"I was meant to love you, I knew I loved you at first sight."

"Ellie," You smiled, reaching over to cup her cheeks. "I love you."

She pulled you in closer to her, your face was buried in her chest. "I love you too baby."

[moonlight-alphafemale]

Why's he so scary in the games!!? 😭😭

"Hey kid, wanna buy some drugs..?"

He looks better in the anime...

[salmonight]

DannyMay 2023, Day 2: Backpack

Tittle: Hey Kid, Wanna Buy a Blob Ghost?

Summary: Where Danny acts like a drug dealer with a bunch of blob ghosts in his bag and Tim in his sleep deprived state goes along with it with the mentality of 'I've seen weirder shit in my life'

The day began like any other for Tim.

He trudged up from the bat cave where he had spent the night skimming through case files, dragging his legs into the kitchen to get his very-much-needed essence of life, coffee. It was a requirement to regain the minimum clarity that was needed to push through another day at the hellhole called school.

After his cup of heaven, he slowly trailed up to his bedroom to make himself at least somewhat presentable to the public. Luckily, Tim ran into none of his early-rising family members during the short walk.

He got ready at a sluggish pace, then left the manor before he was forced to socialize with anyone at this accursed hour.

Tim liked to arrive early. Not because he was a model student, no, but because it meant avoiding the swarm of hormonal teens that he would have to wrestle his way through to get to class, unlike if he arrived just before the bell rang, like most students did.

Tim sat down at his usual table and started nursing his second cup of coffee of the day. He stared into the void while letting his mind wander, enjoying the silence while it lasted.

He was broken out of his daze far too quickly by the sound of a bag roughly dropping to the floor next to him. His eyes followed the tanned hand that had released it, up to a face with mesmerizing bright blue eyes. Danny, his mind supplied. He sat next to Tim in most of their classes.

Tim watched as Danny carelessly threw himself into the chair, tired enough not to react even when a loud creaking noise was let out of the poor abused thing. Any other day, he would have looked away and continued his daydreaming, but today, his brain wasn’t cooperating with him.

His eyes trailed back down towards the ground and got stuck there. He simply couldn't turn his gaze away from the backpack. Tim blinked his eyes sleepily.

If he were any more awake, his common sense he would have stopped him, but as it was, he jerked his chin towards the back and quipped

"Hey...what's in the bag?"

Danny snapped his head towards him, as if startled by the question, then proceed to scan Tim with analytical eyes. Seeming to come to the conclusion, that yes, he is going to show Tim what's in the bag, he resolutely nodded his head with a sharp motion. After looking around carefully for any intrusive eyes and seeing none, he bent down towards his bag.

Any other day, the well seasoned movements that screamed 'criminal' would have sent the alarm bells in Tim's head ringing, but as his luck had it, his brain still hadn’t caught up to speed yet.

With a swift motion that would make any drug dealer green with envy, Danny zipped open the backpack and slowly turned it's open mouth towards Tim with a suggestive gaze.

"I can tell you’re in need of some relaxation. Would you like one? It's free of charge!"

Tim slowly blinked at the contents of the bag.

The contents of the bag slowly blinked back at him.

They continued to stare at each other for a few seconds before Tim shrugged. 'Why the hell not, I’ve seen weirder shit', he thought, then proceeded to make grabby hand motions towards the green glowing balls of cuteness.

Grinning as if he won the lottery, Danny’s gorgeous blue eyes lit up with pure excitement. With a single swish, he grabbed one of the blobs out of the bag and unceremoniously dumped it straight into Tim's open palms.

The texture felt extremely weird. Cold, but not freezing, corporeal, but incorporeal. Fluffy, and yet smooth at the same time. Squishing it a few times as a test, Tim decided that, yes, these were also amazing stress balls.

The little thing blinked up at him with huge puppy eyes. Tim could swear it was telling him to pet it, so he indulged and started stroking its head. The creature’s eyes closed and it let out what was almost a purring noise.

Tim was lost in the feeling of his hands smoothing along its tiny form for a while before he snapped out of it and remembered, he wasn't alone and looked up. Danny was still grinning at him, but now an amused light had found its way into his gaze as well. Tim could only give him a sheepish smile in return.

Tim would have liked to spend a much longer time like this, but good things can't last forever, and the arrival of the first student popped their little bubble of tranquility.

With inhuman speed, Danny snatched the blob out of his hands, dumped it back into his backpack, and zipped it shut in a single motion. Tim watched it all in stunned silence, his half asleep brain still not quite processing everything that’s happened.

Danny turned towards him again, leaned in, and whispered with a coy smile on his lips-

"If you would like some more of the 'stuff', you know where to find me."

Then he topped it off with a wink and returned to his seat.

Tim would have filed the whole incident away as a sleep-deprived hallucination... if not for when he sat down the next day, he found his hands immediately full with a green blobby little angel once  again.-

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The one that helped betaing this work once again is the lovely Amateum! Similarly once again let's thank IgnotusSomnium for the pawsome tittle!

[rememberingnoah]

i’ma pretend that this is my pocket, and i’m putting chase inside of it.

[usaigi]

Ashen Wolves + Jeritza Modern AU HCs

Ashen Wolves in my fic (read it, it's funny) I couldn't fit everything in putting it all here

Yuri

Works at the bar Abyss (which has a secret BDSM dungeon in the basement)

Lives in a punk house with the others and unfortunately (but unsurprisingly) the only one responsible enough to pay rent

Everything else is a gamble. Will they have electricity this month? Water? Eh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Hey wanna go out? I know a place” (takes them to the health food dumpster that tosses out perfectly good packaged food) 

“Am I scared of twink death? Please.” 

SWer out of necessity, sends most of the money he makes back to his disabled mom

(TW human trafficking mention) Yuri's father met his mother, a young poor vietnamese women. He promise he'd take care of her give her a better life in UK. Yeah right. Due to everything, she's extremely traumatized and unable to work.

Because of his and his mother's trauma, extremely protective of the most vulnerable in his community(women, children, immigrants, pwMI) 

Balthus

New Jersey represent 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

Italian-American. Always correcting everyone on how to actually pronounce Italian words

Got into a tinyyyy minor disagreement with the mob and, in short, he owes them like gazillion dollars

Half-ass faked his death (so much party city fake blood) and is hiding out in Europe

He wears a fake mustache and puts on a fake Italian accent whenever he's in public

Sells drugs to the Garreg Mach kids. 

“Balthus get a job.” “I have a business” “Isn’t that why you had to leave the States?”

The only one not to have a room. He sleeps on the couch (he had an air mattress. Had.)

Constance

In the late 1800s/early 1900s, her ancestor founded Nuvelle Inc., a pharmaceutical and biotechnology corporation

Her great-grandfather publically sided with the Republicans in the Spanish Civil War since he was in support of Basque Independence. Later assassinated by the fascist government in retaliation 

Later, Constance's grandfather got backstabbed by his board and fired from the company

Her family was in denial about the whole thing and desperate to keep up with the appearance of wealth and continue to spend a lot of money. By the time Constance was born, they was in loads of debt

(tw suicide mention) Lost her mother in an accident. Then her father committed suicide, leaving Constance an orphan by 13.

Used the little inheritance she had to go to Garreg Mach and pretend everything was ok. Would lie anytime someone asked about her home life. Was forced to drop out at 16 because she ran out of money. To embarrassed to ask for help, she lied to everyone and told them she was going to study in the states

Yuri found her sleeping on a bench and took her in. Offered to buy her a ticket home until she finally admitted she lost everything and has no home to go back to

Dumpster drives at Garreg Mach for designer clothes. Ridiculous how much these rich kids (Hilda) toss out

Hapi

Romani :) 

Ran away from home when she was a teenager to “see the world.” Unfortunately, got taken in by some questionable people 

Cordelia found her and just felt so bad for her :( “oh no, a poor brown girl in need of help.” Offered to take her in and promised to help her get back home

Bullshit.

Finally able to run away and flee the country. She meets Balthus and Yuri because they were dumpster diving at the same spot. 

She and Constance have this thing of getting naked and howling at the full moon each month

Emile Jeritza

Born into a religious cult in good old USA 🇺🇸 His father was the cult leader and had multiple wives. 

His mother had a child from a previous relationship. Despite having numerous half-siblings, Emile was only close to Mercedes. She was the only one who didn’t scold him for crying and having “feminine” feelings after all

One day, his mother and beloved sister disappear. He never even got to say goodbye.. 

unbeknownst to him, when his mother and sister left they were fleeing for their lives. His mother immediately started to fight for custody of him but she was not an American citizen (while Emile and dad were) and she was trying to take him back to Europe

When Emile found out about what his father did, he… 

On the run from the FBI :) 

The wolves know about his history but fuck his dad, mofo had it coming. 

Yuri was standing behind Jeritza at the store when he saw Jeritza didn’t have enough money for food and cat food. He told the cash register to put the sandwich back. Yuri bought him the sandwich.