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[kyri45]

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 23/12✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@boonalina ha chiesto: Question: Why does Wukong's biblically accurate form have two faces? Also, was there some inspiration for you that made you want to design him like that? (Since I know he doesn't have any canonical Kaiju form in LMK) Also also, DAMN that Kaiju fight was so freaking pretty!! The colors were so well done!

thank you!! He has 3 actually, but in the panels you can see 2 bc the third is facing away from the camera aha.

Anonimo ha chiesto: would you make a Shadowpeach bio parents au zine?

yes I would. But it requires an enormeous amount of organization, plus you need multiple people to organize a zine, from contacting, to marketing, to production, to logistic etc… I don’t have the time right now as I’m already working.

@stro-lmk-enjoyer ha chiesto: Head canon that Red Son uses/used to use the ‘rubber duck’ method while working. The rubber duck method is: when making something by yourself you may get stuck/stressed out because you can’t find a solution to a problem. Have a rubber duck on your desk just so you can verbally explain your problem, which could help you solve it by actually hearing it out loud. But a side effect of this is now Red Son will talk to himself while he works, even if it does help it still freaks his parents out hearing him mumbling to himself when they pass his room. Just something I learned recently when watching a video about writing a characters backstory 👍 I thought you might like this too! Bye <3

i know need Red Son just talking about project to a cute rubber duck and MK finding it adorable.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will LBD come back ? Even if it is just in a dream ?

maybe

Anonimo ha chiesto: how old is MK ? Like 18-21 ???

almost 22.

@haru7110 ha chiesto: IS MEI IMMORTAL LIKE MK AND REDSON IN THE SHADOWPEACH AU??? I NEED TO KNOW!! Fornoreasonwhatsoeverobviouslyhahahahaha (angst purposes)

no Mei is not immortal, but I would guess she has a lifespan slightly longer than average bc of her family.

@cutvdo ha chiesto: When you first draw Red Son in his human form he looked small, but later he looks bigger (probably from you getting more comfortable drawing him). I like to think he changed his human form a bit because he found out MK likes big man

this is the best conclusion ever. He would fr fr

Anonimo ha chiesto: Guess you could say MK got his own personal monkey tree

omfg-

@aizieweex ha chiesto: Hey Kyri!!! I LOVE your art, aaaand thanks for the recent repost of my animatic (or animatik?...I honestly don't know which is more correct, I'm not a native speaker at all), I literally screamed, lol (And still screaming). I wanted to ask, how many parts of the comic are you counting on? Do you already have a certain planned number of chapters? Anonimo ha chiesto: Hello! How long will the shadow peach bio parents au be?

there will be 9 parts in total. I don’t know the exact number of chapters left but I can assume around 30.

@copyrightedbystarkindustries ha chiesto: Love your art!!! Are you planning on putting shadowpeach au stuff on your redbubble in the future?

Yes I do! But first I need to finish my job which will be more or less on the 20th of January.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Does MK use a glamour to hide some scars or something his parents aren’t supposed to find out about ?

yes

@twilight-bai-he ha chiesto: When you said during the livestream that MK will have a new outfit when he is magical girl, What do you mean by that ?

that he will eventually own a new outfit as “official outfit” let’s say. That isn’t his temporary fighting outfit he has now.

@magician-kitty ha chiesto: You think Mac will get more flustered now that Wukong’s more muscular thanks to all that weight lifting from the previous chapters?

a little bit yes.

@whotookfinn ha chiesto: Hey!! I’m absolutely in love with your art, it’s so beautiful and wonderful and IM OBSESSED. Anyway, I’m not sure if you’ve been asked this before, but who’s your favorite lmk character to draw?

macaque and Mk, they fluffy.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I HAVE A QUESTION! after your shadowpeach AU will be finished will you do other lmk Au????

nope.

@cjtuy ha chiesto: My question is about tang and pigsy are they married I've always wondered this

no they are not married, but it’s something they have been thought for a little bit. They known each other for years and got together for one. They know they work very well as a couple, and marriage would only be a more “official” way to show their union. It’s on their mind, maybe they will plan it in the near future

Anonimo ha chiesto: Have you seen that Brandon Roger's clip where he loses his kid? I can just imagine macaque going through that right now with mk being kidnapped. "Mothers adrenaline is kicking in!!" "have you seen my son, he's about this tall, clearly gay but we haven't had the talk" https://youtu.be/dJJUFrENZ_o?si=lbacsYlJr8XpaDQQ (this is the sound just in case)

LMAO I know that video by heart yes absolutely those would be the parents.

Anonimo ha chiesto: In the Bioparents AU, is Redson actually going to be able to court so Mk in the end after the whole celestial situation?

they will have time to do their stuff after the heaven shenanigans.

@ashmeertheimp ha chiesto: I hope you are having a lovely day/night and are healthy and well AND TYSM FOR THAT SPICYNOODLES KISS I LOVED IT AND MY HEART WAS ABOUT TO BURST! Anyway I was wondering if mk and Redson parents are gonna have quality time with there Nephew in spirt/potential son in law?

mm yes. Post heaven shenanigans but yes.

@cpazy ha chiesto: About that,

It means that Mac and MK's powers have to do with the moon cycle, like on a full moon they get stronger or something like that? And if there is an eclipse where the moon turns red, their powers would go out of control?

Yes, but the opposite. On a full moon they are weaker, while on a new moon they are stronger.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Hello! Not a question but I just love and ADORE your shadowpeach bio parents au! ❤️ Recently you had posted about LMK fic recommendations, I wanted to recommend "The Constellations Within Us" and it's sequel "Epilogue: Axis" (ongoing) by cloud_somersault on AO3. It's one of my favorite LMK/Shadowpeach fics! The writing and world building are stellar and it includes similar themes as the ones in your comic, like the themes of reconciliation, shadowpeach angst and repairing their friendship and their joint custod- I mean- mentorship of MK! It's a really good fic and I highly recommend giving it a read! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48308065 And again, love your comic so much! Have a great day! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

aaahhhh I will definetely check them out!

@astro-nomaly ha chiesto: Per ur Bio Parents AU, what happens when a courtnapping occurs, but the person getting napped isn’t actually into the courtnapper, and doesn’t want to be napped? Does courtnapping have a “leave whenever you want” clause or..? (I love ur au akshhenwb)

they are allowed to refuse anytime. If the kidnapper doesn’t allow the he’s a dick

@thecardboardbutterfly ha chiesto: Since everyone is starting to fear for tomorrow, I decided to share my convoluted thought I got yesterday night at like, 3AM to lighten the mood a bit (.3.)~* So Technically, given that Lmk is very much based on Journey to the West, maybe it's not that much of a stretch to call Lmk fan content of JTTW, like some kind of future AU or something. Which means your AU is fan content of Lmk. See where I'm getting at? Because your comic is so popular in the fandom, there is fan content of your AU out there, which is already fan content. Which means we reached a point where we have fan content (fanarts and various inspirations of the bio parents AU) of fan content (said bio parents AU) of fan content (Lmk) of a piece of content (JTTW). The chain is GETTING LONGER BOYS. I personally think it's funny. My apologies for everyone who lost their brain/ last remaining braincell reading this x)

omg. It’s a fan-inception!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will Red Son and MK ever have a bad date?

I like to believe EVERY date will have would be comically bad. But I think that’s because they still need to understand that they don’t fall under the “typical demon date” or “amatonormativity” umbrella. The best date they could have is just them training and having lunch later, or them playing videogames or netflix and chill.

@sollythesalt ha chiesto: Dumb question but do you remember the scene in lmk where Wukong said he has stage fright? I wonder if you're gonna do something with that knowledge…. Ps: Keep doing your magic queen we love you and your art✌️💅

oh u bet I did

[corphneux707]

Dr. Ratio x Child! Reader

Headcanons of child reader who he accidentally isekai'd due to an accident during an experiment. Written as platonic and gender neutral!

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First off, he'd actually feel bad for accidentally transporting you.

Like c'mon, you're literally a kid. So that means he'll take the responsibility of taking care of you for the meantime, until he finds a way to send you back.

Your opinion of him started to get better overtime. At first, he looked scary. Especially when the first hour of you being transported, he looked scary as he berated some poor soul working in the experiment.

He starts off slow in trying to get along with you, which wasn't THAT tough considering he's the only adult you could depend on.

But he's quite considerate of you.

You'll have your own room and your own stuff. It just took quite a bit of coaxing for you to show what you like without 'shying away'

Actually, you weren't shy at all. You were scared, as Ratio deduced.

It made more sense, everything in this world was new to you.

The toughest part that he had to handle with you is with your attachment to your family. The crying, tantrums, the constant "I miss them..."

It was hard to watch you get depressed

This is where Ratio steps in. He comforts and distracts you from your problems.

This is how he gets close to you overtime by being the adult you could lean on for comfort and overall for everything a child needs.

He'd wipe your tears.

Wipe a tissue on your runny nose. (Albeit, in his dismay).

He'd let you hug him as you cried yourself to sleep. His hugs weren't comfortable, but it was secure.

He even listens to you words, even when you choke on sobs between your garbled sentences.

Feed you after assuring that the foreign looking food is tasty and good for you.

Play games with you

Answers all your questions no matter how absurd they are

His face through all of this? Usually a straight face per usual.

Every once in a while, he'd smile when he manages to give you something that you like.

He's especially happy when you start to pick up some habits of his or manage to apply his teachings to you.

There's something about it that strokes his ego and makes him proud of you.

Speaking of teachings, in the early times where you started living with him, he couldn't just leave you alone at home.

Which is why, sometimes you'd be brought along into the guild.

You'd be sat in a corner where you could be easily seen playing with some kind of silent digital toy.

At first, it was surprising for you to watch a student get hit by a chalk because they weren't paying attention. Nowadays, its kind of expected.

Afterclass, you are SWAMPED by countless students fawning over you.

Aeon help them if you smile at them and show them what you like. You're way too precious for their hearts.

The difference between how he treats his students and you is outstanding. He's usually gentle with you, but still somewhat stern.

Your toys mostly have some underlying lesson that'll help you develop your brain. Like, puzzles or mazes.

Show him what you accomplished and you get a smug face from him after he says you did a good job.

Proud dad, really.

Would brag about it.... by incorporating it into his unsults.

"If your problem still hasn't been solved, is it possible that the problem is you? Even a my child could do better."

Or something like that.

On the other hand of your accomplishments is Ratio's dismay of your antics

You're a child, yes. But he finds himself always questioning what the hell goes on in your little head.

You learn all the types of sighs this man has

Theres the annoyed sigh. Bored sigh, and many more.

The most type of sigh you get is the 'What the hell? I'm too tired for this' with the 'What the actual fuck does that mean?' look

Imagine saying present slang like gyatt, fanun tax, rizz.

Like-

You'll see a student admiring Dr. Ratio while he's seated beside you during lunch and you'll say to him "Wow, you have a lot of rizz"

Or when you're trying on matching outfits and then you ask, "Do you feel bonita?"

He's ???? but picks up on it by context clues.

Eventually he'll be incorporating it when he talks to you.

It's like your silly little codes (to you atleast) between the two of you !!

Baths with him are really nice. You get pampered alot by getting a head massage as he shampoos your head, at the same time you get to play with the bubbles and his rubber duckies!

When its bed time, he tucks you in and makes sure that you are asleep.

Usually when he works late, he'll come into your room to check on you. He'll fix your blanket so it completely covers you and pats your head softly before going to sleep in his own room :3

That's all for now. I'm in the process of making a fic and adding more stuff. I didn't even think I'd go this far but oh well.

Thank you for reading one of my first few posts!!

[skhv67]

SFW and NSFW Relationship Headcanons with Nam-gyu and Thanos / Choi Su-bong

wc: 2k words overall

tw: NSFW (only +18 please), substance abuse topics, fluff, angst

nam-gyu

• SO, in the beginning this man is not gonna trust you in the slightest no matter how friendly and nice you seem. BUT he won't appear distrustful, if anything he's gonna be friendly with you to see what you have to offer that he could take from you.

• No love at first sight, I don't think he usually thinks outside business or convenience, so it's possible that in the beginning he uses you for his benefit. But as he gets to know you, the connection deepens and he stops seeing you as an object, he's down horrendous.

• Not a single person around him will not know about you, I feel he talks about their partner to anyone willing to listen to him.

• His love language would be physical touch and gift giving. Hands on you ALLLLL the time, he's CLINGY clingy. He'd also use the contacts he makes from the club to take you to cool or fancy places or get you expensive stuff.

• Unfortunately he's an addict and of hard drugs so this will affect his mood and life style 100% in the worst ways. I doubt he'd stop even for his partner because he's exposed to these substances in his job at the club all the time. Still, he doesn't seem the type to offer you to join him in this, the most he could do is offer you weed as a one time thing to have some extra fun.

• Will probably try to sabotage the relationship constantly because of his addiction, because he believes you deserve something better or because he's having insecure thoughts against you. Reasure him!! Drugs can make you paranoid and fuck your mind up so he's gonna need tons of reassurance that what's on his mind is not real and that you love him.

• Unfortunately it will be impossible to not find him during a trip. He's obviously happy when he's not sober, but I think if he was with you during these moments he'd feel guilty and try to harm you verbally to make you leave him or will just hurt himself.

• Suuuuuper prideful. If you've hurt him or you've argued he's definitely more prone to be hostile and close off instead of trying to solve the problem. Like the scene of him eating Thanos pills after he died, he'd probably dismiss your importance in his life to try to make himself feel better about the situation (he fails). He'd probably need someone super patient and understanding of his personality so this doesn't end up in a break up.

• Despite this I feel there's gonna be a lot of splits during the relationship, ypull be apart at least for a few days until one reaches out. He'd rather die than calling you while he's sober to ask you to come back but this man is definitely calling you during an episode and begging you to go help him.

• Masks his pain and protects his true feelings with desdain. In his worst moments (never to your face of course, only when he's using substances by himself), he will insult you and make himself think he's better off without you. This is only a way of self harm, he'd probably sob after thinking that because he'll make himself believe you don't love him and that he's not enough for you.

• Might look like he only looks for his own benefit (which he usually does with most people) but if you've won a spot in his heart he's such a puppy. He'd give you whatever you asked, and he's so soft spoken and sweet when it's just the two of you.

• If you're down for it, he'd want at least one subtle matching tattoo. He's already got a few and as soon as he realizes his feelings he'll be wanting to have you in his skin the very next day (and it'll happen even if you don't want to match with him).

• Hes the jealous type but he won't show it in public. The most he'd do if he got jealous in public would be not talking to you until you're home. A toxic trait of his is that when he's jealous he gets mad at you instead of the other person. He's aware it's not your fault, it's just a reaction of his insecurity.

• If you're ever sad or have a problem he'd handle it. He's not good with words or feelings so his way of comforting would be trying to get revenge on whatever has made you sad. If it's no one's fault he'd be a bit more awkward about it but he'd just hug you until you stop crying.

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• Heavily sexually driven relationship. He's the type to be infatuated with someone to the point to wanting to be inside their skin and what better way to do that than through sex :D Obviously he won't want you just for this but he sees sex as the most perfect way to show his feelings. He usually struggles with talking about his feelings sober, so this is the easiest way for him to be vulnerable with you.

• He's quite sadistic and if he feels safe with you he'll be less scared of showing this side to you. He loooves calling you slut or whore and overall has quite a degrading dirty talk. If you're sensitive he'll try to bargain about praising you while still using degrading pet names but he's totally fine with dropping this and leaving this side of him outside bed business if you sit down with him and reject it.

• Please fuck this man at least once while you're high. He doesn't want you to do this stuff often like he does but give him a treat every once in a while

• He's into sexting, specially when he's outside hanging with people or working because he's bored out of his mind. Spam this poor man with pics wearing revealing clothes (doesn't ask for nudes just in case he loses his phone) and he'd be texting you the nastiest shit in the middle of a hangout. The best part of this is that this man can't have a poker face for his life so you can clearly picture him smiling and trying to cover his face while looking at his screen.

• Loves worshipping you but let's be honest here, this man loves being praised. He doesn't ever feel appreciated enough so talk about how much you need him and he'll have a boner before you finish talking. If you praise him while he's degrading you in bed he might get a bit shocked at first and even a little shy but this will make him cockier and more confident in himself, which translates in more pleasure for you

• Treats you like royalty during aftercare. And once he's finished and goes back to bed with you, take advantage of how soft he is before he comes back to his shell. Maybe trace his freckles or his tattoos and caress him tenderly and you might even make him want to cry.

choi su-bong / thanos

• This man does NOT have a type, he will try to get with you no matter what. Girly? Into it. Masculine? Into it. Soft spoken? Into it. You curse like a sailor? Into it. You even dare to be unappealing to him? Don't careeee

• In the beginning it's gonna be like all the other relationships or flings he's had: chasing after you trying to charm his way into getting a date. He probably won't even think at first that you're gonna be so special to him but when you two connect he will make you know from minute one that you two are already together.

• He's quite shallow. Not in the sense that he will only care about your looks but they're important to him. As he doesn't have a type, this doesn't mean he won't like you if you don't fit with certain beauty canons, don't worry.

• Quite more thoughtful and softer than Nam-gyu. He might be a bit self absorbed but he's still quite understanding of feelings and he'd handle you with utmost care always.

• It's absolutely impossible having an argument or being mad at this man. Unless you betray him tremendously (please don't), a relationship with him is quite lighthearted and you won't have to be walking on eggshells around him because he never takes anything too seriously.

• Once you two make it official this man is putting you in all his music videos and cd covers. He won't be scared to show you off to his fans either, or to anyone. There's no louder man in this world so you better believe everybody's gonna hear about you (mainly against their will).

• His love language is words of affirmation but you probably expected it because this man is yapper3000. Expect corny improvised raps about you and just pick up lines even when you're already together. Will be flirty with you most of the time so don't worry about the relationship getting dull at some point (he'll make sure it won't).

• He's a user but I feel like he doesn't let it be a problem for him like Nam-gyu does. He sure uses substances for stress or when he's in pain but mainly for fun, and it doesn't really leave any awful consequences on him. It wouldn't affect your relationship and he would be quite protective with you about it, he wouldn't even let you try them under any circumstances. If you already do drugs, he still will worry about you but won't say anything about it unless it gets serious.

• Lives for impressing you, he loves to get a geniune praise or reaction from you. He'd probably push himself to be better just to make you proud of him, because he has you in a bigger pedestal than himself.

• He might be disrespectful to other people but if he loves you best believe you're never getting rid of him, he's the most loyal person you're gonna meet. Won't say a bad word about you under any circumstances and will make sure you know where he stands with you.

• I'm deeply sorry for you if this man gets jealous in public because he's gonna make a scene. He's definitely gonna try to fight the other person to 'defend your honor' so please keep this kid out of trouble.

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• You could quite literally convince this man to do whatever the fuck you want during sex, seriously. He obviously has his own kinks but whatever you want to try he's up for it. He won't be weirded out about anything and is willing to take whatever role you propose him.

• Make out king. He loves sex but what he loves more than sex is starting it. Both the initial make out and the foreplay are where you'll find him enjoy himself the most. Might elongate the make out session just to do some dry humping tbh, he won't feel ashamed of cumming in his pants. Geniunely, try to make this man ashamed of anything, I dare you

• The give and take is quite balanced in your relationship but he'd be lying if he said he doesn't have a preference for being between your legs. As I said he's more into foreplay than sex itself so good luck when he's trying to get the seventh orgasm out of you only with his tongue.

• The sex is QUITE dynamic... He's too active, the most slow he's gonna be is when you're making out. Enjoy getting manhandled to the moon and back, and good luck with the next day's leg pains.

• Quite chill with aftercare, probably cracking jokes or trying to make you laugh just being himself while he cleans you up. Will watch some TV with you or play some games when you're both finished because he's still quite active.

dividers credit: muffiinss

[pennyold]

truck driver | d.s

Summary: alone with the car a mess and a truck driver letting her in, would it end well? pretty well.

Warnings: older!drew, age gap, swearing, humping, cum play, oral (male receiving), use of word “daddy”, no use of y/n (oc reader), plot then good sex. I think that's all, hehe.

a.n: first fic, so please don't be rude, if there are any grammatical mistakes, please let me know. Enjoy!!

w.c: 1.9k

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peace and love, penny ︎︎︎★

So there I was, stuck in the middle of nowhere, with my car a mess. I started thinking of many ways to solve it, but I could not fix it anyway. I’m 6 hours away from home, and no one is willing to come and help me, I’m alone right now; fortunately, it is afternoon, and the sun is still shining barely. It was 6:40 pm when I got into the car looking for some things. I won’t stay here forever; with my stuff in hand, I recharged in the car. I put my thumb up when I saw a big truck, ignored. This is going to take so long.

The sun was almost hiding when a truck-long one finally gave me lights. He stopped by my side, and I turned by the driver’s side. “What happened to you, sweetheart?” shit, my tongue got stuck in my mouth, I didn’t know specifically, but he was not too old, with his hat backward and a little smirk “How can I help you?” watching that I didn’t say any word, he talked.

“Uh, yes, my car got stuck here, so I was wondering if you could drive me to the close motel here.” I bite my middle finger nail, anxious.

He nods “Of course I can, there’s one an hour, wanna get in?” I nod, then I check my car for one last time, and with all my things, I get in the truck, hopefully, large in the pilot and copilot place, and clean. Well, it is not that bad. With my thing in my lap, I watched the landscape while 90s rock music played at a very low volume.

“So,” he broke the silence, “what happened with your car?” he asked “The battery died.” I explained. “Mmh, there was no signal of that happening before?” he asked with a curious look. His eyes were blue, a dark blue. “No, sir.” “It may be a battery problem.” he says.

Oh, thanks for telling me I didn’t notice.

“I mean, comin’ from the company.” he knows what I think when my face is confused “I know my answer sounds stupid, but it can happen.”  “Yeah, sure.” Maybe I sound rude, but I was just exhausted, and I don’t want to talk, not right now.

After a while on the road, I opened my mouth. “How much rest?” I shyly grab my things hard, nervous. When I looked at him for a little second, he watched my move, he shut his eyes away and rapidly looked at me. “Not too much, a 40 min we are there, don’t worry. I promise.” he slightly smirk, and I saw some awkwardness on his face.

“Do you live here?” I asked, I’m feeling he’s giving the green signal. “Yeah, in the south, what about you?” I looked out the window, seeing the sun in the middle of the mountain. “A 6 hours away, to the north.” “Alright,” he nodded, then a little gas station with a market appeared “Do you need souvenirs?” “Oh, no, don’t worry,” I smile shyly, not to bother him, “I will come at midnight on my own”

“What are you sayin’? I said it cuz after would not be safe and worse if you go alone.” he denied it, and I disappointed him, good job. “It’s not safe out here, trust me when I say it. “Yes, sir.” “Do not call me ‘sir’, I’m not that old.” Then he looked at me. I feel guilty “It’s not in a bad way, I didn’t want to be rude to you.” “No, it’s fine, I get it, don’t worry. Can I call you by your name?” I smiled. “Call me Drew, what bout’ you, hon?” I feel a slight heat in my body with that nickname, shit. “Alisha or Ali, whatever, it’s good.” he smiled “Alright, Ali.” 

I turned my body to face him “If you are not too old, how old are you?” “42.” he says firmly “Well…” He interrupted me. “Damn it, kid, what’s young for you?” I slightly blink. “25, mostly in the 20s.” “How old are ya now?” he side-eyed me, still looking at the road. “22.” “Sure… you look like 19, kid.” he looked at me, not convinced by my age. “I can show you my driver’s license; I’m not playing.”

“Nah, I’m just messing with you.” he laughed “We arrived in 10 minutes, Do you want me to leave you in the reception while I park the truck, or you wanna wait for me?” “I’ll wait for you.” he nods “Alright, hon.” 

We arrived at the parking lot of the motel, graving all my stuff, we got out of the truck. He helped me to get down, I thanked him, and we started the walk through the motel. As we entered, a weird smell got into my nose, really bad. There was no one in the reception, so Drew knocked the bell that was just there. Minutes later, a lady came, which wasn’t very happy. “Hey, ma’am, two rooms, please.” she checked the notes in her book “Good, it’s gonna be 40 for the two.” I grabbed my wallet, taking out 20 dollars, when I was going to give it to the lady, Drew had already given her 40 dollars. “Here.” I gave him the 20 dollars, but he denied it “Drew, please.” he whispered “By my own, Hon, don’t worry. Keep it.”

I smiled at him. The lady gave each one their key, just 1 room separated us. I waved to him and wished him good night, leaving my stuff on the little couch, I went to the bathroom, my hair was so dirty and awful. After the quick shower, I put on a tight shirt, which was the only clean I had in my backpack, and a pair of sleepy shorts. My stomach started hurting, and I was starving, I took my wallet, locked the dorm, and after I started walking to the lobby, a voice echoed behind me. “Where are you going, sweetheart?” It was Drew, out of his dorm, smoking a cigarette. “To the lobby, there is a snack machine.” he stands up “I go with you,” he throws the cigarette, turning it off with his boot. I wait for him, who’s right by my side, as we walk by the lobby, I notice it's lonely in the lobby. “You want something, Drew?” “No, sweetheart, I’m fine.”

I nod, and I buy some cookies and drinks. Ignoring that, he told me he didn’t want anything I gave him a Pepsi cola. “Hon… I told you.” “It’s for the dorm.” He smiled and thanked me. Walking to the rooms and watching the food, I thought something. “Would you like to watch a movie? Still early.” With anxious feelings, I bite my lip button. “Sure, why not?” he smiled.

As we entered the room, I left the food on the table and turned the TV on. I started curious about the area of the TV, and I found a hidden fridge with some sodas and beers.

“Wanna?” I said as I showed him the beer. “Sure, bring it, hon.” Giving him the beer, I sat next to him on the little couch, not very comfy, but we could not be in the bed, right? Quitting that question, there is where we were, my hips rocking over his crotch. “Shit baby, you make me get so hard.” I moan, kissing him again. As he put his big hand over my hips, my pussy started pulsing for the stimulation. “Drew…” I moan. “I cannot, baby. I can’t fuck you.” he denied touching my back softly. “Please.” I look at him with lust, my body is demanding him inside me. “We can do another thing. You wanna try it?” I nod immediately “I need you to trust me. I would never try to hurt you, but if I do, just tell me, and I'll stop, alright?” I nod “I want you to be rough with me. I need it.” “Baby…” he whispered. “Please” I beg.

Slowly I get out of his legs, sliding my shorts out while I watch him wake up the bed and unbelting his pants, the singular sound of the belt clinking, my pussy got more wet. I showed him my bare legs wanting him to remove my panties; he understood, sliding his fingers around the sweet material of my panties, as he took it over, he looked at my now bare pussy exposed for him.

“Open those pretty legs, sweetheart, wanna see the pretty cunt you have” As he said, I opened slowly, feeling how my folds parted and the cold air conditioner slap my pussy “Jesus, what a pretty pussy, baby, are you going to let me take care of her?” I nod “Words, baby.” “Yes, Daddy.” I bite my bottom lip. “Fuck, turn around, now” 

As I did it, I heard how he slid his boxers down, and without advancing, his cock started to run over my folds. I moan, feeling his tip, trying to get insane out of my hole. “S-shit, drew, stop teasing.” “You are not into birth control, right?” I denied I don’t have an active sexual life; I only use condoms and after-day pills. “Sorry, hon, I wanted to fuck you, but we cannot” he rubs his cock again over my folds, my sticky arousal covering his hard cock, I moan feeling his chubby tip against my entrance. “Shit, Daddy, please” I move my hips backward, wanting more of the friction. “Am I your daddy, baby?” the rub of his cock got faster, and my pussy started clenching around nothing. “Y-yes, shit, I-I’m cumming” my legs shaking and my hands gracing the sheets harder. “Cum baby, let that sticky cum cover my cock” his body fell slowly over my back, then I felt his mouth close to my ear. “Then you are going to suck it till I cum, alright, baby?” “Yes, Daddy, I will.” I barely say, feeling my high, I cum, moaning uncontrollably, shaking my legs like a weak doll. 

“On your knees.” recuperating the control of my legs, I get on my knees in front of him. I look at him, then I grab his hard cock, veined and the tip red and so chubby like I feel it. “Open your mouth with your tongue out.”  I did it as he said it, his tip over my tongue, slapping in, then he told me to suck it, putting my tongue under his cock and sucking it all. Shit, my pussy started pulsing over the feeling of his tip hitting my throat too deep, he’s big. I suck him slowly, tasting all of my cum. “Yeah baby… feel all your cum” he groaned, bringing his head back, he grabbed my hair starting to fuck my mouth, he’s so close, I could feel his cock twitching inside my mouth “Fuck, hon, I’m gonna cum” fucking my mouth he pulls it out, and his sticky fluids spank over my face, breast and some on the floor. As he released himself, he watched the cum over my face. “Shit baby, I’m sorry.” Desperately look for a towel and clean my face and breasts.

“Did it get inside your eye?” I denied. “Come, let me take you to the shower.” I pull him back, whispering in his ear that my pussy still wants attention. “Oh, sweetheart, want to be fucked? That’s what she’s going to get.”

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I Sold My Soul & All I Got Was This Clingy Demon! - Summary: Seven years ago, you were on your way home from school with your best friend Utahime only to find it surrounded by police. That day, your parents' lives were taken from them and the case still remains unsolved to this day. Due to the murderer still out there, your paranoia continues to grow day by day, sometimes to the point that you can’t rest even when you should feel safe in your own home. You decide to test out a protection spell in a book gifted to you by your friend and in an attempt to summon some courage, you accidentally summon a demon who now has your soul locked in a contract. His job is to protect you and help you find out if you’re being stalked and who killed your parents, but he’s also incredibly silly and seems to be falling for you. His jealousy sometimes makes interacting with others difficult which also makes solving this case hard, but his powers also allow him to see and feel things that others can’t, including law enforcement. So, maybe his attachment to you isn’t the worst thing? ˖⁺‧₊˚��˚₊‧⁺˖

CHAPTER ONE: Please Don't Kill Me Mr. Demon, I Wanna Be in the Sequel!

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The seven year anniversary just passed and while people say that things get better with time, you feel nothing but a growing sense of dread.

You remember it like it was yesterday, and that’s part of the problem.

You were fifteen years old and all you could think about was the typical teenager shenanigans that seem so trivial to you now. 

You had just been let out of school for the weekend and were walking home with your best friend Utahime like you always did. The two of you lived pretty close to each other, literally just a block away but still on the same street. So when she saw you walking to class one day, she introduced herself and the two of you have been best friends ever since. 

Normally your boyfriend Choso would also walk you two home and then go his separate ways once he made sure you arrived safely, but he ditched all his classes that day which left you and Utahime to fend for yourselves. 

As you were walking home on the day, literally the worst day of your life, you and Utahime had been giggling and planning for all the exciting teenage events coming up. Choso asked you to prom even though it wasn’t his thing because he knew how badly you wanted to go. And both you and Utahime’s sixteenth birthdays were coming up around the same time, hers being February eighteenth and yours being the twenty-third, and you were planning to do something together for the occasion. 

True crime docuseries always have people who say stuff like, “it was a normal day… until it wasn’t.” And you always thought, ‘duh!’

But they're not wrong.

It was just a normal day… then it wasn’t.

And it still feels like nothing is ‘normal.’

About a block before the one that your house was located on, you saw a large police presence in every way. There were about a dozen cop cars, there was police tape blocking off all entrance to the street in all directions. You could see an ambulance, a fire truck, and a few guys in jumpsuits and wearing goggles. The street was packed, and that didn’t even include all the pedestrians standing around and watching. 

You know that when something big like this happens, police aren’t supposed to let anyone enter or let anyone leave. But you’re hoping that they’ll take pity on you as a minor and allow you to go home to your parents. Utahime continues to wait with you as you look for an officer to beg.

When you first try to walk through, as expected, you’re stopped.

“Please! My house is right there!” You start to point to your family home and once he sees where you’re pointing, you see his face shifts. He agrees to let up past the caution tape, but he still won’t let you go home. Instead, he walks you to a police car and has you wait in the backseat. 

You look back to see Utahime still watching you. She probably wanted to make sure that you at least made it inside with everything going on, but now she looks scared and it starts to make you feel the same. You’ve been at school all day, why the hell would you be put inside a fucking police car? 

You do your best to look around and see exactly what house seems to be causing all the commotion, but you can’t. Between all the cars, the trucks, and people walking around, it obstructs your line of vision.

After a few minutes of freaking out in the backseat, a man starts to make his way over to the police car, over to you. If you weren’t panicking so much, you’d say he was beautiful. Hell, he’s still beautiful. He’s wearing an all black suit with a deep purple tie and shiny black shoes. You can tell that he has long hair based off of the fact that it’s tied up in a bun and he’s removing his latex gloves as he reaches the car. 

He opens the door and introduces himself, “hello there. My name is Suguru Geto and I’m a detective. May I ask what your name is?” 

You tell him your name and he shakes your hand after removing the gloves completely. He seems nice and has a kind face, but you know that he didn’t come over here to be friends. You wouldn’t be sitting on the back of a police car and speaking to a detective unless they thought you did something and you’re just wondering what.

So you decide to ask, “am I in trouble?”

He furrows his brows at your question. “Why do you think that?” 

“Well, I am in the back of a police car. What happened? Why can’t I go home?”

“Which house is yours?” You give him your exact address and things just continue to get more vague. “I would like for you to come down to the station and have a talk with me. Can you do that?”

You just get more confused but you don’t want to argue with a cop, so you just agree. After doing so, he reaches out his hand to help you from the car and lets the previous cop you spoke to know that he’s taking you to the station. 

“Can my parents come with me?”

“We’ll discuss all that at the station, okay?” 

He seems so polite and you don’t want to cause a fuss, so you agree. He leads you to an all black charger and opens the passenger side door and gestures for you to get inside. Unfortunately, due to where he’s parked, moving around this area doesn’t give you any clues as to what’s going on. 

You hate this.

What the fuck is happening?

The police watching the entrance to the street remove the caution tape to allow him to pass through and you see Utahime standing there, just staring at you. All you can do is shrug and that catches Geto’s attention.

“Is something the matter?”

“Oh… no. My friend and I walk home together and she’s been standing there the whole time. I just feel bad that I don’t know what to tell her.”

“Does she live on that street?”

“Yes, but she’s a block up.”

“That area isn’t blocked so she should be good to go home.”

He doesn’t say anything else and the less answers that you get, the more paranoid you become. You pull out your phone and decide to text Utahime. Maybe verbalising some of these fears will help you calm down. But when you pull out your phone, you see that she already texted you. How the hell didn’t you feel that?

Utahime: What the hell is going on? 

Utahime: Where are you going?

You: This detective is taking me to the police station to talk.

Utahime: Fucking talk about what???

You: I don’t know.

Utahime: What about your parents?

You: He said we’ll discuss them when we get there. 

You: I wonder if they think that they did something.

Utahime: Not your parents. They’re good people.

That makes you smile considering everything that's going on. You send her one last text letting her know that you’ll tell her what’s going on once you finally find out and then you put your phone away.

“Everything okay?” You hear Geto ask you.

“My friend is worried, I just wanted to let her know where I’m going.”

He hums and then it’s silent for the rest of the car ride. As he continues to drive, you just look out the window and watch the scenery pass you by as your mind continues to race with nothing but negative thoughts. 

At first you were wondering if this had anything to do with you or if it was a mix up, based on this chain of events, that answers that question. Were your parents arrested and they’re executing a search warrant and that’s why you can’t see your parents until you get to the station? Did something happened to them? Certainly not… right? They would have already told you… you hope.

Fuck.

This is stressful.

“We’re here,” Geto’s voice rips you out of your thoughts and your anxiety continues to skyrocket. He walks over to the other side of the car to open the door for you and then you follow closely behind him. You’ve never been to a police station before and that fact alone is doing a number on you and making you feel scared. 

When you get inside, those feelings get worse. This is the coldest building you’ve ever been inside. Everything is grey, it seems every door needs access to get through, and just has a clinical and unfeeling vibe. 

You can’t wait to go home.

Eventually you come to a room that feels a little more personal and that makes you feel a little better. 

This room has a bit more color than the rest with shades of blue creating a more calming feeling which you assume was the point. In the center but close to the window, you see what looks like a mahogany desk. You’re not a carpenter, but your dad loves mahogany furniture and this looks similar to his desk at home. There’s a big black chair on the side closest to the window with a smaller but similar looking one on the side closer to you. 

“Have a seat, let’s talk.”

Here we go.

You take a seat and Detective Geto walks around his desk and takes a seat on the other side. While he’s doing whatever he’s doing on his phone, you look at the photos he has displayed.

“My wife and daughters,” he says once he catches you looking.

“Sorry,” you sit back in your seat and just play with your hands.

“No apologies necessary. I do have them on display.” Good point. 

He pulls out a book and a pen and then his attitude shifts. But not in a mean way, but to a more serious one. You have a feeling that everything is a lot more serious than you thought. 

“Once again, may I have your full name?” You give him your name and spell it just to be sure that it’s correct. “Your address?” You tell him and look for any tells on his face that may help reveal to you what’s going on, but apparently he’d be a master at poker. “Parent’s names?”

“My mom’s name is Setsuna and my dad’s name is Ryosuke.” 

“What do they do for work?”

“They own a restaurant, but only my dad works there. My mom does sometimes, but she likes being a stay at home mom more.”

He continues to write but doesn’t ask you to elaborate on your answers. “Any siblings?”

“No. Just me.” He hums and you can’t take it anymore. “Will you please tell me what’s going on? When can I see my parents? What’s happening?” 

He puts his notebook and pen down on his desk and wheels his chair around the desk to take a seat next to you. He grabs your hands and then destroys your fucking world with his next words.

“I’m so sorry to have to tell you like this. But something happened to your parents, and they didn’t make it.”

“What?” You feel like you didn’t hear him right because surely that wouldn’t be the case. Right? It’s just a normal friday, nothing felt out of the ordinary. If something like that happened, you’d feel it right?

“Your parents are gone. I’m so sorry,” he says it in such a sincere tone that you can only believe he truly feels bad, but does he really mean your parents?

“What happened?” 

“It appears that someone broke in and that they didn’t make it.” You’re getting real tired of these vague ass answers. He must sense that’s how you felt because he speaks again before you can ask him to elaborate, “I don’t want to hurt you with the details. But I’ve seen everything myself and I wouldn’t lie to you.” 

You can’t believe what the fuck is going on and you have to call your mom to talk about it. You pull your phone out of your pocket and try to call her, but there’s no answer. Detective Geto just watches you, not in a condescending way, it’s almost like he knew you were going to do this and he’s letting you go through the motions. 

You call twice and there’s no answer so you call your dad next, but nothing. It’s then that it hits you. He wasn’t making this up, he didn’t mistake your family for anyone else. This is real and it’s the worst fucking day of your life. All that you can do at that point is cry, so you do. 

Detective Geto rests his hand on your shoulder and just lets you get it out. You can’t believe this, it was just a normal day. Things aren't supposed to happen on normal days. 

“What happens now?” You ask him between sobs. “Can I see them? Where do I go? Can I go home? What the hell is happening?”

He leans down a bit to get closer to your level, “I can’t let you go home, it’s a crime scene. I’m sorry. And I won’t let you see them because I don’t want you to remember them that way. But I promise that I’ll do everything that I can to solve this.”

After talking and crying some more, you give him the phone number of Utahime’s mom and she agrees to take you in for the time being. It was apparently that or a foster home, but he said it still can’t be permanent until a whole legal process goes through blah blah blah. 

He drops you off at your best friend’s house and that was the day that everything changed.

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It’s been seven years since the awful events of that day and they always replay in your head for the weeks leading up to it and the few weeks after. That’s how you found yourself completely lost in thought as your best friend rambles about… something.

“Helloooo,” she makes a knocking gesture with her hand, “anybody home?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m home. Sorry, just got distracted.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just the usual.”

“We can stay in if you want. We don’t have to do anything.” You love how supportive she is and you appreciate the offer. But you’ve canceled a lot of plans throughout the years and you want to take advantage of some of your youth.

“Naw, let’s go out. But don’t think I’m going to be getting on stage.” Utahime came across a club that is having a karaoke competition and you agreed to go with her. She’s really committed to it too, like she made an outfit and everything. You know that karaoke is about having fun, not being the best vocalist. But you’re still not getting on stage with the voice that fills your body, but you’ll cheer her on.

Once she hears you agree, she starts pulling out everything that she needs to get ready. You get in the shower while she starts putting her face on and start to get a little excited about tonight. When you get out of the shower, you see that Utahime has laid out which eyeshadow palettes she wants you to use tonight and you get to work on your face. It’s really cute how excited she is about singing in front of a room of drunk people.

“Ya know, Nanami is going to join us tonight.” 

Kento Nanami. 

Ugh.

What a beautiful man.

He’s a professor at one of the universities in the area and you actually met him when the both of you were doing your internships. How he managed to work his way up the ladder so fast will always be impressive to you, but tonight, he’s just Kento.

“What’s your point?” You ask as if you don’t already know exactly what her point is.

“I’m just saying… it’s been a while since you dated someone. You could use a little fun in that way,” she says cautiously.

In her defense, she’s not wrong. You haven’t dated anyone since literally high school. Choso was your only boyfriend and you haven’t even thought about being with anyone else. After everything happened, you stayed together for about a year before you realized that you couldn’t give him the attention he needed and broke things off with him. He was super understanding but you still felt bad about it. He may have had a punk rock look, but he was actually a total softie and you really loved being with him. Sometimes you wonder how different things would have been had that worked out. Even after the breakup, he was still there for you as a friend. But eventually, you slowly drifted apart and it’s been a few years since you’ve spoken. He and his brothers actually have a semi successful band right now that’s  cleverly named “Choso and the Kamos” that you came up with years ago when you saw he was the lead singer and you think that’s cute that they kept it. 

“I know, but I like having him as a friend. I don’t want to risk losing him too if this doesn’t work out. But you can date him,” you say with a smile.

“HA! I’ll keep that in mind. But I think I’d like a little bit more of a bad boy. Little less of a history expert.” 

“Hey! He can make history hot!” You now feel the need to defend him.

“How? History is not hot.”

“Don’t you know the history of dildo’s and other sex toys?”

“No. What is it?”

“I don’t know. But I bet he does and that he could make it sexy!”

The two of you just stare at each other in silence before bursting out in laughter. What a silly conversation that went absolutely nowhere. 

You take the rest of the time to finish getting ready while listening in silence. Utahime even plays her chosen song a few times before getting dressed and getting ready to finally make your way out the door. 

“I gotta make a call before we leave,” you tell her while heading to another room for some quiet.

“He still watching you like a hawk?”

“You could say that.”

Yeah, he does watch you ‘like a hawk.’ But since the piece of shit who did that to your parents is still out there, you can’t really blame him. It is in his nature to be protective. You scroll through your contacts to look for his name before dialing his number. 

One ring. Two rings. Three–

“Hello?” Comes the silky voice from the other side.

“Suguru?” 

“Hi dear. How are you?”

“I’m good. I just wanted to let you know that I’m going out with Utahime to a club that’s having a karaoke contest tonight.”

You hear him chuckle on the other end. “What are you going to sing?”

“I’m not. You’ve heard me before. Are you crazy?”

“You have a beautiful voice,” and that’s the supportive dad in him.

Well, adoptive dad in your case. After everything went down with your parents, you were, to be blunt, broken. It’s not super common, but it happens sometimes where a cop will adopt a child in a case they worked on if they have nowhere else to go, and that’s what he did. As much as you love Utahime and her family and consider them you’re own, there was only so much they could do when they didn’t really know what to do. You spent everyday on the phone with Suguru trying to get information and see what was going on with your parents' case and he witnessed himself how you weren’t getting better. 

He spoke with Utahime’s mom and after getting her approval, he took you in. You still got to go to your school because he didn’t want to uproot you too much at one time. But still, you think it was good for you overall. You had built in siblings and living with a cop definitely made you feel more safe. That was part of the problem at Utahime’s, the paranoia. But living with people who understand this life helped you get through that and you love them for that.

“Yeah. Yeah. That’s what a dad would say.”

He just laughs on the other end. “I am a dad, you know?”

“I just wanted you to know so that you don’t worry.”

“Got it. Please send me the name of who you’re with and exactly where you’re going. Also, if you make any detours.”

“Got it. Love you!”

“Love you. Talk to you later.”

When you told people of the rules he had on his girls, people thought he was crazy until they remembered you were the daughter of what they were calling ‘the worst murder in fifty years.’

But honestly, you love the caution. You share your location with those closest to you. You always tell someone where you’re going and if you make a last minute change, you tell them. And if you think you’re going to be even a minute late, you let someone know. Some people think it’s strict, but you think it’s a good thing. It may not prevent something from actually happening to you, but at least it’s a start if something does. One of the first problems in an investigation is not knowing where to start, this helps eliminate that. 

After you get off the phone, you go back to Utahime’s room to see that she’s changed into her costume. “Damn. You’re really committed to this.”

“Hey! This is a classic and it’s going to be awesome.” You hold your hands up in surrender because this level of dedication is pretty cute of her. It’s definitely one of the things that’s kept a smile on your face throughout the years. “Get dressed, he’s almost here.”

You want to be cute, but don’t want to go too over the top. You put on a tight argyle skirt in various shades of pink and white along with a silk white button up and leave most of the buttons on top undone. Then you pair it with a striped cardigan in the same shades of pink with cuffed sleeves and put on a pink tie to complete the school girl look. You don’t usually wear this much color, but this way you get to match with your friend. Plus, you bought this expensive ass set from Trashy a long time ago and you’re gonna find a reason to wear it if it kills you, and tonight is that night. You put on a pair of white thigh highs and pink pumps and the look is complete. You have a pink phone purse you got a long time ago and you’re gonna use that tonight as well. You’ve always wanted to see people’s reactions when they see you talking on the receiver so maybe that’ll happen. 

You go back to Utahime’s room to see that she’s now covered in a big coat and just finished putting her shoes on.

“Woooooh! You look hot!” 

You giggle and thank her. “I’ve been needing an excuse to wear this so here we go.”

“Maybe you’ll get lucky tonight,” she says while wiggling her brows.

“Maybe everyone else but me,” you say in response. You don’t think your first time is going to be with some random guy you met at a club, no offense to anyone who’s done that. You would just like it to have a little bit more meaning. You haven’t dated anyone since you’ve dated Choso and the two of you never had sex which means that you’re still a virgin at twenty one and you have no issue with it being that way until you meet the right person.

But you do have on a cute matching panties set in case the wind pulls a Seven Year Itch on you outside the venue.

“Kento’s here!” 

The two of you make sure all the lights and appliances are turned off before locking up and going out. When you step outside, you see Kento standing by his car wearing a powder blue button up and black slacks. If you’re going to admit one thing, it’s that this man is beautiful in all the ways, but you’re not going to ruin a friendship just because your vagina is yelling at you to make questionable choices.

“You two look nice,” he says while opening the doors for you.

“Thank you!” You both shout in unison. You can’t wait until he sees what she has on underneath. 

Utahime jumps in the back seat in an attempt to force you up front with him. You know that she means well, but nothing is going to happen with this man. He closes the doors behind you and then walks around to get back in on the driver’s side. 

“He’s hot,” she whisper yells after the doors close and she’s not wrong.

“Alright, where are we going?” He asks after getting back in and starting the car. She puts the address into the gps on his phone and you start to make your way to the club.

Your friend’s excitement is definitely rubbing off on you. Not enough to get on stage with her, but enough to at least go and enjoy the night.

But if you’re being honest, something still feels a little bit off. But you don’t want to say that out loud because you know that they’ll cancel the night to go home and make sure you’re okay. You’ve had enough sad nights at home throughout the years and you’d really like those to change. But you still can’t help the feeling that you’re being watched. 

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When you arrive at the club, you see that it’s actually way more crowded than you expected it to be. You see a line of people outside but due to whatever connections Utahime has, you don’t have to wait in it. But even when you get inside, it’s still pretty busy. Who knew people liked to sing in front of a room full of strangers so much? You almost sprint to an empty table when you see the entire group leave and decide to set up there for the night.

“I’ll go get us some drinks, what would you like?” 

“A Shirley Temple, no alcohol,” you tell him.

“Same for me, but with alcohol. Any alcohol,” she adds. 

He nods and goes to the bar. Thank goodness for him because if you had to wait, you would just let yourself dry out like Spongebob in that one episode where he was desperate for water. 

As you continue to look around, you see that the two of you are getting a lot of looks.

“I think someone has a few admirers,” you say to her.

“Psshh, please. They’re looking at the girl who’s serving their schoolgirl fantasy right now.” You just laugh because you have a feeling that by the end of the night, she’ll be getting more attention. “How are you feeling?”

That catches you off guard. “I’m good… happy.”

“That wasn’t convincing.” 

“I’m sorry. I am happy, just thinking about the future. Suguru has been doing research on all the listings I’ve sent him to make sure the area is as safe as can be before I pick a place. And then he wants to see it in person.”

“Maybe I should marry a cop,” she returns. “It seems like they could take a lot of weight off my shoulders. But I still wish you weren’t leaving me,” she says with the most dramatic pout.

“I’m not leaving you, I’m just getting my own place, and you’re more than welcome to come over anytime that you want.”

Living with Utahime was only meant to be temporary and if things continue at the same pace, they will be. She has a cute two-bedroom apartment that she’s been letting you stay at until you get the moving process finalized, but that takes a little while when your adoptive father has a lot of hoops to jump through first. 

You love living with Suguru and your new family, but you don't want to live off of their kindness forever. Since you planned on moving to a place a little closer to work and in a more social area, you decided to stay with her while finding a place to cut back on how much you have to travel. It wasn’t easy to convince Suguru that this was a good move for you, but he agreed as long as you let him make sure everything was as safe as can be, but he still doesn’t like that you’re further away.

You love all of your chosen family, but you’re ready to take this big step. Your job pays enough for you to survive on your own and you just want to know what it feels like to be completely independent. You know that there’s always someone there for you if you need the help, but it’s time to take this leap.

“I know, but still. I just like knowing that someone is always there with you,” she says while throwing her arms around your shoulders.

You love that part too, but you don’t want people to feel responsible for you. 

“I know. But I’ll take all the safety precautions and continue to keep in touch as much as I do now. Plus, I’m not moving out of the country, probably just like twenty minutes away.”

“I know, but I’ll still miss you.”

“I’ll still miss you too. But no more sad stuff, this is your big night so let’s enjoy it.”

She perks up at that and leaves a kiss print on your cheek and you decide to just leave it there. Maybe if a man wants to hit on you, he’ll see it and think that you have a girlfriend. 

Kento finally returns with the drinks and you sit around and chat for a little while as you wait for the competition to start.

“So, how’s professor life?” Utahime asks him as she takes a sip of her drink.

“I have to spend the next few days grading papers on the Dancing Plague of 1518 so that’s how it’s going.”

“I’m sorry, you have to grade papers on the what?!” You’ve never heard of that and you’re certain that it’s not what it sounds like. But after he explains the events, you realize that it is exactly what it sounds like. You don’t think that you’d consider your previous history classes so boring if they focused on topics like that. You continue to listen to him explain weird things from history and now you see the appeal of the subject. 

But before you can get much further into another topic, the host of the competition steps up to the stage.

“How is everyone doing tonight?” There’s a bunch of cheers and applause before he even gets all of the words out. “Tonight is the annual karaoke competition so I hope everyone is ready!” More cheers and more applause.

He starts to go on a rant about how things are going to work. Basically, whoever wants to compete has to go sign in, get a number, give them their song, and then when the competition starts, wait for their number to be called. There’s three prizes depending on if you land in first, second, or third place. He doesn’t say what the prizes are but you have a feeling they’re not really the reason that anyone is here.

“Watch my drink!” Utahime shouts before running over to sign in.

“She’s really excited about this, huh?” Kento says while sipping his soda.

“She’s been preparing for weeks. I really think that she could take first place.”

He seems surprised but not in a ‘I don’t think she can way,’ but more in a ‘damn she’s dedicated’ way. You’re excited for her.

After a few minutes, she comes back with a sticker on the left side of her coat, right above her breast.

“I’m number twenty-one!” 

Looks like you have a few performers to get through before it’s her turn then. Oh well, tonight should be fun.

After all the contestants have signed in, they start prepping the music and announce that the contest will officially start in fifteen minutes. You’re tempted to make a list in your phone ranking your favorites just to add another level to this. 

Also, you like making lists.

“Aright, everybody ready to get this show on the road?” The host holds his microphone to the crowd and everyone starts to cheer. You can’t believe how hyped up people are. Maybe next year you’ll compete too. “Okay, contestant number one, get up here!”

You see a guy with swooped over black hair that in the right light, almost looks like there’s tips of blue. That’s interesting. He’s in a navy blue t shirt and jeans and as soon as he steps on stage, he grabs the microphone and turns around. Damn, these people are really putting on a show. The music starts and it’s playing Standing Next to You by Jungkook and you have to admit, this guy commits. He did as much dancing as he could without affecting his breath control and it was a pretty good way to start out the night. When he’s done, he gives a dramatic bow and confidently strides off the stage.

The next person to walk up is a young woman with blue hair tied up in a ponytail. She also has on a slight schoolgirl get up and is wearing a yellow sweater vest with a pleated skirt and white knee socks. She’s cute and that’s evident by the ‘oooohhhssss’ coming from the audience when she steps up. But she completely blows your expectations out of the water when she starts rapping Super Freaky Girl by Nicki Minaj. It’s not bad, but you were expecting more Barbie Girl Barbie and not Onika  Barbie but she’s cute. 

The third performer is another young man but this one has purple hair and it actually looks pretty good on him. It’s definitely a colorful group in here tonight and you love how non-natural hair colors have become more accepted in society. Your parents always let you do what you want, but you do remember as a kid people saying that you’ll never get a job with hair like that so seeing this makes you happy. He also surprised you when he starts singing and his song of choice is Firework by Katy Perry. You’re starting to think that your favorite part of this night is just the surprise.

A few more performers go by and you’re blown away by the song choice everytime. They’re not necessarily the most obscure songs, they just don’t look like they’d be the ones singing them. There’s still a few people to go before it’s Utahime’s turn so you decide to run to the bathroom.

When you get to the ladies room, you’re pleased to see that there isn’t a long line like you’d usually expect in a place like this. When you step inside, you see that there’s only one person aside from yourself and that’s good because it means that you won’t take too long. You pee as fast as you can, wash your hands thoroughly, and make your way back to your table.

After you step back out and start walking back, you hear what sounds like someone calling your name. You turn around and see that nobody is there which gives you pause. You would have bet money that someone called your name, but maybe it is just your mind playing tricks on you. But you put on a smile and go back to your table to rejoin your friends because you don’t want them to sense anything. When you sit back down, they’re on performer eighteen and you start to get excited and nervous for your friend.

“Nervous?” You ask.

“Excited.” 

Before you know it, the host is calling for contestant twenty-one to step up to the stage and both you and Kento pull out your phones. You know what song she’s doing because you saw her outfit and if they were cheering for everyone else, you know that they’re going to love her. 

The music starts and everyone is already hyped up for her. 

“I know I may be young, but I’ve got feelings too,” she says into the microphone. Everyone is cheering to the point that you may not even be able to catch her voice on video.

Good for her. 

“Always sayin’, little girl, don’t step into the club. Well, I’m just tryin’ to find out why ‘cause dancin’s what I love,” she continues to sing while swaying her hips back and forth. She still has on her coat, but you can see her moves regardless and she looks good.

“All I know is I’m so happy when you’re dancin’ there,” she sings while throwing her coat on the stage behind her in the most dramatic pop star fashion ever.

You’re living for her.

“She’s really good,” Kento says. You excitedly agree and it seems like everyone else does too.

But now she’s at the best part, “now watch me,” She puts the microphone back on the stand and does the entire I’m a Slave 4 U dance. And she does it with the utmost precision that you’d think she was a backup dancer or Derrick Barry. You know she was practicing, but you didn’t know it was this much but it was totally worth it. She’s fucking serving. 

When her performance is over, the host hands her the coat she’d thrown off and everyone is cheering for her, probably louder than they did for anyone else. 

You still have fourteen more people to get though until this is over, but this renewed something in you because you know that she has to place in the top three. Unless Britney herself walks out, there’s no way that someone is topping your girl after that.

She runs over to the table and you stand up to give her a big hug. “That was fucking incredible!”

“Thank you! Thank you!”

Kento even stands up to hug her as well with a kind smile on his face, “you were amazing.”

“Thank you! Next time you guys should do it too!”

“I’m afraid my hips don’t possess those skills,” he says and everyone laughs.

You all take a seat to wait for the competition to finish. But only a few minutes later, a waitress comes over to hand a drink to Utahime.

“It came straight from the bar, but that gentleman over there sent it over,” she points at him and then walks away.

It’s a cute drink. It looks like one of those fruit things that you don’t realize has a lot of alcohol in it until you’re already drunk. But it’s nice. It almost looks like a sunset in a wavy glass and has an umbrella in it with a sliced strawberry on the rim. She takes a sip and then  points the straw to you so you can try it too. You typically don’t drink, but you’ll try stuff like that. After confirming that she’s right, it is good, she waves at the man who sent it. 

He’s tall with tanned skin and spiky black hair. Basically, her type. He waves back at her and that cements whatever she was feeling for him already. 

“I’m gonna go talk to him really quick,” she says while running up to meet him. 

That leaves you and Kento to enjoy the show so you’re not going to complain. By the time contestant number twenty-five is going up on stage, she returns to the table.

“We exchanged phone numbers.”

Both of you are happy for her and you all continue to just drink and watch the show.

Before you realize, they’re at the last person, number thirty-five and it seems like the time flew by. And contestant thirty-five went out with a bang and you’re here for all of it.

He looks young, like he just turned twenty one twenty one minutes ago young. He has pink hair and a bright smile and you can tell that he’s living his best life before he even starts. He’s wearing a red and black leather jacket with matching red pants and black shoes. You were excited to see what he was going to do and he doesn’t disappoint. The music starts and it’s fucking Thriller. You’ll never say no to someone playing Thriller ever. His voice is actually really good and if this was a recording on streaming, you’d add it to your playlist. But he makes sure to select the extended version and does the entire dance and it’s really clean. He’s definitely the best person besides Utahime and you’re impressed. When he’s done, he thanks everyone and steps down and can’t help thinking that he’s a total cutie pie.

“Alright everybody, time to vote!” The host says when stepping back up to the stage. They do the voting by those sound things that you really don’t understand and the three highest are the winners. 

“Alright, third place goes to contestant number two!” You were a little surprised at first but when you remember that rap in the middle of the song, you understand it. You can’t understand why that song didn’t go as viral for people lip singing that as they did Super Bass but whatever. She steps up to the stage and grabs her third place trophy and that thing is actually pretty big. It looks like something you’d get if you won a sports competition, definitely big enough to make room on a shelf. You thought people would just get ribbons but maybe this is way more official.

“Okay, and now, second place. That goes to… contestant number thirty five!” The cutie with the pink hair steps out and moonwalks across the stage to grab his trophy. You can’t help but laugh because that was kind of awesome. It’s definitely something that you’d do if you could moonwalk. Hell, you’d moonwalk out of an argument if you could.

But you’re more excited when he places second because that means that you’re beautiful friend is going to place first, there’s no way it’s anyone else.

“Okay everyone, ready for our big winner?!” Everyone starts to cheer. “The number one spot goes to contestant number one.” You knew it. 

Utahime actually looks a little surprised though and freezes for a moment before smiling and running up the stage. That fucking trophy is like half the size of her but she looks good with it. Kento takes a bunch of photos like a proud parent at graduation before she leaves the stage. 

“Alright everybody, that wraps things up. Thanks for being here with us and we’ll see you next time!” He says before putting the microphone on the stand and walking away. 

“Can you believe that I won?” She asks in disbelief.

“Hell yeah I can, you were incredible!” You hug her again and Kento heads to the bar to close out your tab so that he can take you guys home.

When he returns, he holds her trophy for her so that she can redress her coat and you start exiting the club, but you do catch her doing one of those old school ‘call me’ signs to the spiky haired man she just met. When you reach the car, you get back in the front and she climbs in behind you and Kento immediately starts the drive back home.

“Tonight was a good night,” she says.

“Yeah, it was,” you can’t help but agree. You actually forgot about how paranoid you were for a while.

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When you return home, you do your usual routine. And by usual routine, you mean checking every room to make sure that nobody is hiding inside. 

This actually started before everything that happened with your parents. They told you that it’s better to be safe than sorry and you instilled that in Utahime as well. So when you enter her apartment, you start turning on lights and checking every room, every closet, under the beds, you even look under the couch even though a baby couldn’t fit under there let alone a full grown adult with bad intentions. 

After you both finish checking the apartment, you retire to your separate rooms and start getting ready for bed. First, you pull out your phone and send a text to Suguru so that he knows you made it home safely or he’ll have the entire city shut down by morning. You make sure to wipe off all of your makeup instead of sleeping with it on like you have a bad habit of doing. You make sure to throw your dirty clothes in the laundry right away instead of leaving them on the floor for the night and taking care of them tomorrow. You take a really quick shower and then throw on a giant tee shirt and climb into bed. 

You thought that once you got home you would be able to fall asleep instantly but that doesn’t appear to be the case. You were hoping that once the excitement from the night wore off that you’d be able to just crash, but it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen. 

You can’t prove it, but you still feel like you’re being watched. But you already checked the entire room and there’s no one in here and you’re many floors up in this building so it can’t possibly be someone outside hiding in the bushes. 

This feeling usually comes around the anniversary of what happened to your parents, but this past year it’s felt like it’s becoming more frequent. You really hope that it’s just paranoia but since that asshole still hasn’t been caught, it fills you with a sense of dread. 

You continue to toss and turn for about an hour before you’re able to sleep but even when you do, it doesn’t feel too restful. 

When you wake up in the morning, you see that you made it up before Utahime and decide that you’ll be the one to cook breakfast today. You don’t do anything too fancy, you just cook up some rice, some vegetables, and some fish before searching through the cabinets for dishes to serve everything on.

You’re so lost in thought that you don’t even hear Utahime entering the kitchen. She has to literally tap you on the shoulder and it almost feels like you jump out of your skin. 

“I’m sorry, are you okay?”

“Yeah, just lost in thought,” you tell her. Based on her face you can tell that you didn’t convince her and you feel bad because you don’t want to start the day off like this.

“Talk to me. What’s going on?” She says after you set the table and take a seat to start eating.

“Nothing. I’m f–”

“Don’t say you’re fine,” she cuts you off. “You think I can’t tell when you’re not feeling well?”

She probably knows you better than anyone so you’re not going to insult her intelligence like that. “I’ve just been feeling off for the past few days. Well, a few weeks really.” More like months. 

“How so?” She asks while taking a bite of rice.

“Lately I’ve been feeling like I’m being watched. I can’t explain it. I just always feel like someone is there even when I know they can’t be.” You don’t know how to explain it so that’s the best that you can do for now.

“When do you feel like this?” 

“Lately? All the time. But it’s worst at night.” You exhale before continuing because you know that you sound crazy. “I know that it’s most likely nothing and probably just because ‘that’ time of year is here, I just need to relax.” You try to downplay it.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be moving out right now.”

“Utahime.”

She cuts you off again. “I’m not trying to manipulate you, I’m being serious. I know you get like this sometimes, but not as much as it seems like it’s been lately. Maybe you should wait until this passes before you get a place on your own.”

You’re not surprised that’s what she said because that’s what you’d tell someone else. “But what if it’s nothing? It probably is nothing. It’s been seven years of these fears and nothing has come of them. I think I just need to find new ways to relax and ways to feel safe. You know, the power of positive thinking and all that.” 

She lights up like a lightbulb the second those words leave your lips. “I have an idea!”

“What?”

“Come with me to the shop!” She exclaims. 

You know what shop she means, she means the wicca shop. Over the past few years, Utahime has been practising wicca because she said it was a good way to feel a connection to nature and she’d rather support a Goddess. She said it makes her feel empowered and you’ve always supported that.

“How is that going to help me?”

“We’ll get you some protection items. Once you have them, maybe it’ll make you feel better.”

“Are you sure?”

“Come on. You’re the one who just said ‘power of positive thinking.’” She has you there. “Plus, if you’re still going to move out, it’ll make me feel better knowing that you have some things to help you.”

If it’ll help assuage her fears, you’ll do it. “Fine, I’ll go.” She starts to get super excited. “But it has to wait until I find a place and Suguru approves.”

“That’s fine. It’ll be good to wait because then I can sage the place when we get there.” 

The two of you continue to eat breakfast before going your separate ways to start the day. 

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“Is this just your way of trying to get me to move back home?”

“Have I ever minced words when it came to something that I want? Yes, I’d like you to stay home where I know you’ll be safe. But if you must embark on this journey, I just want to do my part,” Suguru says while pulling into the lot of the fourth apartment of the day.

He picked you up shortly after breakfast so that he can view everything in person and he rejected the first three places pretty quickly. You’re running out of options unless you move further away and you’d really like to avoid that. 

This place is a gated community which he felt better about, but that doesn’t make it foolproof in his eyes. When you step out of the car, it seems that the apartment manager is already waiting for you outside the building. 

“I don’t recognize you so I bet you’re the ones I’m showing the unit to today?” He says with an extended hand to shake yours.

“Yes, but he’s a little picky,” you say while nudging Suguru.

“I just want to make sure she’s safe,” he says.

“Ah, protective dad. Gotcha!” How do words feel sweet and sad at the same time? “Well, I promise that this is a really good unit. As you can see, we’re gated in. We also have security over here at the entrance to the building and a twenty four seven concierge who sees who comes in and out at all times,” he rambles while leading you to the apartment. “We have security cameras everywhere and key cards for entry. It definitely makes it easier to track who comes in and out and all of those things are logged.” You follow him inside the elevator and he presses the button to go to floor fourteen.

“How long are these things logged for?” 

“The key card logs are saved until someone moves out and security camera footage rolls over every thirty days.”

“If something happened, how difficult is it for law enforcement to get access to that footage?”

The manager looks a little surprised at first but he answers anyway, “we’re very accommodating to law enforcement. We want all of our tenants to be safe so if there’s a concern that they’re not, we want to do everything that we can.”

Suguru hums seeming pleased with that answer. “How strict are you with giving access to a tenants unit?”

“Very strict. The only people who are allotted access are tenants and whoever they approved. But in order for someone else to be granted access, they must be logged in through the concierge and given their own key card. We’re very strict about the sharing of key cards and there will be consequences if it turns out that six people are using the same one.”

“What does someone have to do to be given access?”

“They have to apply for one and give their personal information including their name and provide a copy of their identification card.”

“What if some guy came in and was super charming and said he was my daughter’s boyfriend and he happened to forget his card? Would he be allowed in?”

“Absolutely not,” the manager responds. “And if that happened and was reported, it would be logged, they’d be banned from the building, and the person who allowed them in would be fired. We have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to our tenants privacy or safety. In order to be given access, you must prove that you had a card in the first place and if you’re not on file, there’s no exceptions.”

You look up at Suguru and see a pleased look on his face. 

“What do you think?” You ask him.

“Let’s see once we get inside.”

At that moment, the elevator doors open to a sparkling clean hallway. It’s all white with tiled floors and the occasional table which is nice. You’ve never seen a decorated hallway. There’s a few paintings on the walls and all the doors are black, creating a sleek look. You like it already and you just hope that Suguru does as well.

You finally come to a unit and you’re excited to see what it looks like in person. The manager opens the door and gestures for you to walk inside. 

You step inside and you’re already praying that Suguru approves because you love it here. The first thing that you see are the giant floor to ceiling windows that allow the view to take your breath away. To your left, there’s a kitchen with all black appliances, which you love and an island in the center to prep food. Further off, there’s a door leading to the bedroom which has a lush grey carpet and a giant walk in closet. This room also has giant windows, not quite floor to ceiling, but you like them anyway. There’s another door leading to the bathroom that has one of those claw foot tubs you always thought were so cute and a walk in shower as well with glass doors. When you move to the opposite side of the apartment, there’s another bedroom that mirrors the previous one, it’s just a little smaller. You were thinking that you could turn the additional bedroom into a craft room or a studio or something. You don’t know, you’re just excited. Aside from the bedrooms, the apartment has clean and light colored hardwood floors and the windows have automated curtains like you see in a hotel. But the best part, the entire place is furnished. You want to live here so bad. 

You go back to the livingroom where you see Suguru speaking with the manager to get his opinion. 

“So… what do you think?”

He takes a look around the room before responding, “it’s nice.”

That’s not helpful.

“But………..???”

“What makes you think there’s going to be a ‘but?’” You pout and he laughs before asking the manager for a little bit of privacy. He steps outside to give you a moment to speak. “I like it.”

“Okay, but what does that mean? Do you trust it?”

“I don’t trust you anywhere but at home with your family. But if I had to pick a place to allow you to take this big step in your life, I suppose this would be the one.”

Your eyes widen because you think he just said what you’ve been hoping he’d say all day.

“Does that mean… you approve?”

“I approve. As long as we continue our safety precautions and you don’t allow a bunch of strangers in here because you’re throwing parties. And I want to vet anyone who you plan on giving a key card to first. That’s not a debate.”

“Deal!” You agree enthusiastically. You give him the biggest hug before running to the door, swinging it open, and telling the manager that you’ll take it.

You spent the next hour in his office signing paperwork and getting everything situated. You make sure that Suguru is given complete access to everything. He gets a key card and you make sure that if there’s ever an issue, that the people working know that you approve for him to have access to your personal information. Normally they wouldn’t give someone somebody else’s business regardless if they’re family, but you list him on the paperwork as a safe person to do so. 

After getting your keys and leaving, you go to lunch with Suguru to celebrate this big step in your life. You’ve been busting your ass saving up money and with your regulars, you know that you’ll be okay. You’re just happy that he approved this. 

You can’t wait to tell Utahime.

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“Congratulations!” She shouts once you return home. “Off to the wicca shop we go!”

You knew that she wasn’t going to let that go and you’re so excited that you’re not going to stop her. You just run off to your room to get a coat and then you meet her at the car.

It’s a quick ride to the shop and it feels like it gets shorter every time you go. You’ve been with her plenty of times, but you’ve never actually gotten anything for yourself. 

Looks like that’s about to change.

Even though you’ve never purchased anything, you have always loved coming here. It’s a cute shop and it has a really cozy feel. There’s things hanging from the ceiling that have carvings in them. There’s a wall of books, a wall of bottles, a wall of jewelry, there’s everything it seems. The walls are painted a deep purple and the carpet is a dark shade of red and you just love the ambiance. 

“Okay, here we go!” She starts pulling out what she says are protection crystals and puts them in the basket. “We’ll find somewhere to store these at your place, maybe one in each room. “This one will help with clearing out negative energy, I think it’ll be good for you. This one will help promote positive energy and a harmonious environment, we’ll get this one too.”

You don’t know much about this stuff but she seems pretty knowledgeable so you’re going to trust her. 

“We also need to get sage,” she starts leading you in the direction of herbs and other things. Truthfully, you’re not a fan of the smell but maybe she’s on to something. “Let’s also get a spellbook.”

“A spellbook? For what?” You know nothing about spells.

“If you start to feel uneasy, these will help. The right spell can invoke a feeling of protection so when you feel like you’re losing it, here they are.” She picks up a book that says it’s full of protection spells and you take a look at it.

Being a fan of old school Charmed, you always thought stuff like this was cute but you didn’t know until recently how much it can help people. You just haven't tried it for you… yet.

“I think we’re good.” You follow her to the cashier and smile when you meet her eye. She’s an older woman who you've seen as the only person ever working here, but she’s really sweet.

“How are you two young ladies doing today?” She asks.

“My friend just got her first place and I’m getting her some stuff for protection.”

She smiles and picks up a bracelet from the shelf behind you, “here take this.”

It’s a purple bracelet that looks similar to one of the crystals Utahime picked up. It gets more beautiful the longer you look at it and you’re going to try it out.

“How much?” You ask her and she waves you off. You try to pay for the rest of the items but Utahime won’t let you do that either. So you put the bracelet on and follow her out of the store.

“Have a good day!” The woman yells as you start to walk out.

“You too! Thank you!” The both of you say to her while waving.

What a sweetheart.

When you get back to the car, you start giving Utahime directions to your new place and her jaw drops when she first sees the building. 

“Damn! You make this kind of money as a server?” She seems completely blown away.

You’ve been working as a server at a gentlemen's club and it’s allowed you to build up regulars and you do pretty well. This place actually costs a little bit more than you wanted to pay, but it was worth it to meet the requirements that Suguru has. 

After you make it through the gate and the doorman, you lead her to the person at the front desk to get her in the system. You give them your information and they link her to your account and give her a card. Suguru already approved her as one of the people who he believed could be trusted with access to your new home so at least you know that he won’t be mad about this. 

After making sure it’s safe for her to roam the building with you, you get in the elevator to head up to your floor.

“This place is niiiiiceeeeee,” she says and you laugh.

“I looked like crazy for something Suguru would approve of.”

“Shit. I approve of it! I kinda wanna live here!”

“You can come anytime you want and stay anytime you want,” you say to her.

“What else does this place have?”

“I haven’t looked for anything yet, but there’s supposed to be indoor and outdoor pools, a jacuzzi, a gym, and something else. I can’t really remember. I looked less for the amenities and more for the safety protocols.” 

She nods her head, seeming impressed and it makes you more excited that the most important people in your life approve. 

You get to your door and open it with the key card which is a feature that you love and open the door for her to step inside.

“I love it!” She cries out and you just chuckle. She sets the bags down on the kitchen counter and starts to run around the apartment like a madman. “How’d you get everything moved in so fast?”

“It came furnished already.”

Her jaw drops again and you’re feeling even more proud of your decision. 

“Nice. But now, let’s make sure it’s safe for you.” You nod your head and she begins.

The first thing that she does is place the protection crystals in various rooms. So far there’s one for every room excluding the kitchen but since there’s no wall blocking it in, she thinks it’ll be okay to count as just one giant room. Then she lights up the sage and starts to cleanse the area. You take a seat and allow her to do her thing because you’ve heard of people doing this, but you don’t really know the process. 

After she’s done, she puts the sage out in a dish on the counter and then comes to sit next to you on the couch. 

“I’m really proud of you,” she says in a calm tone. “You’ve been through so much and now you’re achieving so much. I’m really happy and I know that they’d be proud.”

You feel tears start to prick your eyes but you’re grateful for her words. You always wonder what they’d think, but it’d probably be the same thing she does. 

“Thank you Utahime. You’ve been there the entire time and I couldn’t have done it without you.”

She rests her head on your shoulder before bursting out, “I fucking love this place!” 

The both of you laugh before getting up to leave. You don’t stay at your new place tonight because you just got it today which means that you have nothing here. You’re going to go home with her and then pack things up tomorrow and start moving them over. 

For the first time in a while, you feel good.

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“Rise and shine sweet cakes!” Utahime bursts into your room like a bat out of hell this morning.

“Sweet cakes? Is that a nickname?” You grumble while slowly waking up.

“It is for you, my sweet cakes.” You just laugh and crawl out of bed.

“Just let me take a shower and then we can start the day.” She nods and leaves the room.

How is it that being in a shower can make you feel powerful? It gives you the energy boost that you need and you’re ready to start getting shit done. You have some stuff at Utahime’s that you have to pack up but most of everything left at Suguru’s was packed when you decided to come here so this should be a relatively easy process.

When you step into the kitchen, you see basically your entire family. Utahime is putting another pot of coffee on and you see Suguru along with your adoptive sisters Nanako and Mimiko and your adoptive mother Manami sitting at the kitchen table.

“How are you dear? Excited for today?” He asks.

“Yeah. Thank you everyone for coming to help.”

They all mumble some sort of ‘you’re welcome’ and you’re happy to see them.

“I brought a truck with your stuff from the house so you don’t have to make too many trips. But I’d still like you to come home to make sure I didn’t leave anything behind,” he says.

“Okay. Thank you!” You’re practically beaming today. You get a cup of coffee and then Manami and Utahime follow you to the room to pack things up before they along with Suguru carry it out. Nanako and Mimiko hate packing because they hate moving, but they wanted to come once they checked the website for your complex and want to check out the pool. They’re adorable. You went from being an only child one day to the oldest sister and this must be part of it. 

You ride in the car with Manami and the girls while Utahime rides with Suguru. She constantly says he’s too protective, but she loved having him around when she got a new boyfriend and he interrogated the fuck out of him. She swears that he’s a human lie detector test and she gets a lot of good advice from him. You couldn’t have been taken in by a better family.

“Do you really have two pools?!” Nanako asks from the backseat.  

You laugh before responding, “I haven’t seen them yet. But there should be.”

“Is it true that there’s a spa too?!” Mimiko asks this time.

“I hope so. But I guess we’ll see today.”

Manami is just laughing the entire drive over. “It seems like you’re going to be having a lot of guests,” she says. 

She’s probably not wrong. 

Just like when you arrived with Utahime, your young companions' eyes look like they’re going to burst out of their head. You give Manami the code to enter the gate and everyone looks super excited. After parking, you run inside to ask them if you can use the bellhop cart to move up some boxes. Not only do they approve, they send someone to help you. And who is the bellhop boy?

Thriller.

A young man with that pink spiky hair comes to greet you with the cart and this is just further proof that it really is a small world. 

“Hi ma’am, I’m Yuji. How can I help you today?”

“Hi Yuji,” you introduce yourself and you’re still in shock that he’s the one working here. “I just have some boxes to move upstairs, is that okay?”

“Of course!” He says eagerly and starts to follow you outside. 

“Hey, this might be a weird question,” he looks over at you once you start with that. “But are you the Thriller boy or are my eyes playing tricks on me?”

He starts laughing and you assume that confirms that thought. “Yeah, I went with my friends. But I don’t remember you performing.”

“I didn’t. I went with my friend and she won.”

“I know who you’re talking about! She was great. One of my friends actually voted for her over me.”

“I’m sorry about that,” you say but can’t hold back a chuckle.

“It’s fine. I probably would have too. It was still a fun night.” You agree because all in all, it was.

When you get to the truck, you see Suguru starting to pull out bins and boxes and load them up on the cart. Once it’s full, you start going back inside to drop off the first load before going back down for the next one. Luckily, it only took you two trips. Yuji turned out to be Superman and was able to push anything you put on there and that allowed you to get it done very quickly. 

But as soon as he and Utahime saw each other, they were chatting and Suguru was in detective mode like he had to vet another person. 

After everything is completely dropped off, you thank him and Suguru tips him before he goes on his way. 

“I’ll see you around!” He waves before walking off and he truly is the sweetest kid.

You, Utahime, and Suguru take a seat on the couches while everyone else is running around the apartment and having the time of their lives.

“You should turn this one into a photo studio,” Nanako says when coming out of the additional bedroom.

“Naw, you should use it to make crafts and stuff. You can make clothing, animals, whatever,” Mimiko disputes. They’re adorable. “Okay, where’s the pool?”

You spend the rest of the time exploring the complex with them and it’s even nicer than you realized. There are two pools as advertised, the jacuzzi as well, a spa, an area for pets, and a gym. Thank god for your regulars who are absolutely going to be paying your rent. 

After a long tour and ordering in, everyone finally starts to say their goodbyes. 

“Congratulations on your new place, honey. We’re so proud of you,” Manami says before giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“We’ll be back for the pool,” Nanako and Mimiko say in unison.

“I’m happy for you dear,” Suguru hugs you tight and you thank him. For what? You’re not sure. Probably everything.

After bidding their goodbyes, they leave and that has just you and Utahime left alone.

“I should probably get going too,” she says. 

You’re disappointed, but you understand. You give her a hug before walking her to the door. 

“Call me if you need anything.” You nod, but that’s not enough for her. “I’m serious. I don’t want you to sit here and wallow in misery. If you need anything, I’ll come back. Even if you just wanna talk, please let me know. We do have to plan our birthdays!” 

You agree and with that, she turns to leave and it’s officially your first night in your new apartment by yourself.

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It’s been a few days since you’ve moved into your new place and you’re loving the experience so far. 

Mostly. 

You’ve been keeping to yourself by just going to work and coming home so that you can adjust to this new experience. But you have been keeping in contact with your family and friends like you promised. You even ran into Yuji twice as you were coming and going and it’s always nice to chat with him for a bit. 

Work has been good and on one night, you made enough in tips to cover your rent for next month and that makes you feel more stable on your decision to stay here. You put the cash in the safe in your closet because you never visit the atm at night and plan to do it early the next day that you go out. 

It’s been nice but you’re starting to have a vague feeling of paranoia again. But you haven’t been having it when you’re at home so you’re assuming that there is something to Utahime’s practices. But when you leave, you can’t shake the feeling of there being a set of eyes on you. 

How can that be? You didn’t move far, but you did move so if someone was watching you, how would they be able to trail you without Suguru or you noticing? Hell, even Utahime is great at noticing if there’s a car behind her. 

You keep trying to push those thoughts to the back of your head by convincing yourself that it’s just you. After all, you have felt this way for a while, but nothing‘s ever been acted on. That’s proof that it’s all in your mind, right? Surely someone with ill intentions would’ve acted by now, right?

This is fucking stressful. 

Luckily you have the night off and you decide to go through this book of protection spells that Utahime got for you. 

“There’s a spell in here for everything,” you mumble to yourself. 

You see something that says they protect your home, some that say they protect your job, some that say they protect your relationships, etc. While those are good things to have, that’s not exactly what you’re looking for. You just want to feel safe when you leave, so you’re hoping you find something that does the trick. 

Eventually, you do. 

There’s a spell in here for just general protection and that’s what you’re looking for. It calls for candles, crystals, sage, talismans and you’re starting to realize why it says it’s all around protection. It requires you to throw everything plus the kitchen sink in here so you’re not surprised.

You do your best to follow the instructions because the last thing you want to do is call Utahime for help. You don’t want her to worry about you feeling the need to do this so you’re just going to try your best. 

Luckily, you already have everything that you need. The day after you moved in, she made a quick stop to drop off a bag full of extra items she thought would help make you feel safer and more comfortable, so it looks like you have all the ingredients necessary. You sit down on the floor and start placing the candles equidistant apart to form a circle, light them, and get in the center. You start placing the crystals in between them on the inner layer of said circle, and place the talisman whatever because at this point you’re phoning it in. You’re just desperate for anything to work.

You say the spell and at first, nothing happens. It does feel like your apartment got quieter than it was before, but that can’t be a thing, right? You don’t know what you were expecting to happen, you just thought it would be something. But like you’ve been discussing, maybe it’s just the state of mind. As soon as you’re about to blow out the candles and pack them away, they blow themselves out.

“What the fuck?” You audibly choke out. Yeah, the air conditioner is on, but it doesn't blow across the room hard enough to blow out fucking candles. You sit, frozen, only moving your eyes to get a look around the room. Even if someone was here, there’s no way that they could sneak up behind you and blow out seven candles in a circle without you noticing. You continue to wait to see if anything else happens, but nothing does. You assume it was a fluke or that they were just shitty candles and make a move to start picking them up again when one starts to move away from you. It’s almost like there are magnets in your hand and the candle, forcing them to repel each other and now you’re starting to freak the fuck out.

“Is someone there?”

You start to look around the room, but you still don’t see anyone. Everything else is just as you left it when you sat down, and you can’t understand what the hell is going on.

You suddenly feel something is on the back of your neck, like a lover breathing against you, and it causes you to jump from where you’re sitting, knocking over several candles. But as you look around, you see that you’re still alone. You wonder if you can get up and make a run to the front door without being caught by whatever is in here doing this to you. But as you start staring down the door, do you hear a voice come from behind you.

“Hey.”

You turn around to face the windows again and still don’t see anyone there. But now you know for a fact, someone is there. It’s not music on your phone and the TV is not on. It’s just you and whoever managed to sneak in without you noticing and now you’re understanding Suguru’s paranoia. You really hope he doesn’t have to learn about you on the news in the morning.

I……. I have money.“ Is all you can get out. Most people who break in it’s for the purpose of robbery so you’re hoping that you can bribe them for your safety.

“What am I going to do with that?“

Okay, it’s really official now, you’re not losing your shit and someone is in here with you. But how can they sound so close but still be out of view. Did a fucking ventriloquist break in here and they’ve been throwing their voice from behind the couch? You sit frozen for a moment before you decide that you’re gonna turn around and make a run for the door as fast as possible. You decide that you’re gonna look behind yourself for just a moment to make sure that no one is blocking your exit and when you turn your head, the voice speaks up again.

“Pretty jumpy for a girl who summoned a demon, aren’t ya?” 

Shut. The. Fuck. Up.

This time when you turn around, there is what appears to be a grown man sitting on the floor directly in front of you with the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

“Why do you look so scared? You’re the one who brought me here.” 

How the hell are you supposed to get yourself out of this situation?

“How did you get in here?” You ask, hesitantly. Maybe if you can seem rational, he won’t feel the need to attack you.

“What are you talking about? I just said that you brought me here.“ Is he fucking with you right now because it feels like he’s fucking with you right now.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. But I came home alone, and I’ve been alone all day.”

“Sure, probably. And then you invited me in, so now I’m here.”

“What the hell do you mean I invited you in?’” Is it just you or is he being incredibly vague? 

“You summoned me, duh.“ And that’s all he says before rolling his eyes. Nice to know that the man who broke into your house is bored of you. Asshole.

You decide that fuck it, you’re gonna make a break for it. He’s sitting in front of you by the windows and all you have to do is stand up and bolt for the exit. And that’s what you do.

You stand up and start to run as fast as you can in the opposite direction towards your front door, only glancing back wants to see that he’s still sitting in place. But when you start to turn your head forward to watch where you’re going, you run head first into him, face right in his chest. How the hell could that have happened? Are there two of them?

“Damn, you brought me here and you were just going to leave me like that?“

“Please let me go,” you start to beg and starting to tear up.

“You can go anytime you want. I just have to go with you.” What the hell is he talking about when he says ‘has to go?’ 

“No. I’m so sorry for whatever I did. Please don’t hurt me! Please let me go.” Suddenly all the worst moments of your life start to flash and you wonder if this is how your parents felt on that awful day. You should’ve listened to Suguru and you should’ve stayed at home. Or you should’ve listened to Utahime when she basically inferred that you weren’t ready to live on your own. But now you have to face the consequences of those actions.

“Why are you crying?” He looks genuinely perplexed by your reaction as if any woman wouldn’t be terrified to find a tall ass man in their home when they thought they were alone.

“Are you going to hurt me?” You already know the answer, but it just felt like instinctual to ask.

“Why would I hurt you? I’m here to protect you,” he says as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“What are you talking about?” Maybe if you can reason with him on a human level, he’ll let you go. It works on some of those investigation discovery shows you’ve watched throughout the years. 

“You wanted protection. You summoned me to protect you. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“What do you mean I summoned you?”

“Didn’t you read the spell from the book?” You nod your head yes. “And you did the ritual?” You nod in agreement again. “Then you summoned me to protect you, now I’m here.”

So this man is basically trying to gaslight you into thinking that he came out of a fucking book.

“How did you move so fast? Or is someone else here?”

“That’s just one of my powers, babe.“

Oh, you really see what’s going on now. Either an improv comic or the most attractive drug addict on the craziest street drug broken and he’s so messed up that he doesn’t even know what he’s doing or saying at this point because what the hell does he mean when he says powers?

“What do you mean powers? People don’t have powers,” you feel like your head is spinning and you just wanna go to bed.

“People don’t. But demons do.”

Demons? Oh, this is absolutely where your life ends because nobody’s going to refer to themselves that and let someone else live.

“Demons aren’t real.”

“How can you say that? You just summoned me!“ He actually sounds hurt by you saying that and you’re really struggling to figure out how you’re gonna walk your way out of this situation. He’s so unpredictable that you don’t know if he can be reasoned with, at all.

“I wanted protection, I didn’t want a demon.”

“Well, you got one!“ He says with a smile. He might actually be kind of charming if he wasn’t a fucking lunatic.

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

“Prove it?” He asks you.

“Yes. You don’t look like a demon. You just look like a guy,“ you don’t want to offend him, but maybe he gets offended like Pennywise in the second movie and if you insult him, he’ll just lay down and take a nap.

“I chose this form because I didn’t want to scare you.”

“Well, I’m already scared. The least you can do is confirm your identity.”

He smirks before his appearance starts to shift. His ethereal blue eyes start to glow bright enough to probably light up a pitch black room and smoke starts to appear when you have to stop him. 

“Okay! “Okay! I get it! You can stop now.” You start waving your arms around to get him to cut off the theatrics. If you weren’t convinced before, you are now.

He chuckles at your response as if it’s the most entertaining thing in the world. “You’re cute. This should be fun.” That’s the last thing he says before. Going to take a seat on your couch.

Fuck.

What a hell of a morning.

What did you do?

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[lcvecove]

Vi helping Luke is really upset about his injury

𝓷ote: before someone asks , yes I did change it to violet finishing her degree at umich so technically she’s still at umich rn! so here’s a little blurb of them calling after the game where he got injured.

violet was alternating between anxiously pacing in her room and sitting on her bed with her pillow clutched to her chest. violet had grown up around hockey, both her parents work in the sport, her little brother plays and will probably be drafted top five this summer. something she definitely didn’t wanna think about.

but she was still a little bundle of nerves every time luke stepped onto the ice. ever since he joined the nhl, the hollow pit in her stomach during games just grew ten fold.

so when she saw him skate to the bench with a pained expression on his face, the lump instantly appeared in her throat.

“call me, call me, call me” she chants softly, shifting back and forth on her bed, waiting for her black screen to light up with luke’s call.

as if he could feel her summon him all the way from jersey, her phone lights up with luke’s designated ringtone echoing through the room.

“luke?” she asks when she answers, standing up and immediately starting to pace as she awaits an update on how he’s doing.

“hey baby. how’s my girl?” he asks so nonchalantly she’s stunned for a moment before scoffing softly and pinching the skin between her eyes.

“are you okay?” she asks, ignoring his question and asking her own. she hates how her voice cracks on the last word, how nose stings and her eyes well up as she awaits an answer.

violet’s never been an easy crier, probably thanks to growing up with two parents that thought crying wasn’t going to do you any good. she was raised on ‘if you have a problem, get a plan and solve it. there’s no point in wallowing in self pity’

she’s never been a big crier, but there was something about luke hughes that turned her into a fountain of tears just waiting to overflow. the boy could get a paper cut and violet would be on the verge of tears. god forbid something ever seriously happened to the guy.

“i’m all good, you don’t gotta worry baby. it’s just — i mean i’m fine you know? it’s — it’s not the best timing and i’ll probably be out a couple games which isn’t great but i’m okay” he says, rambling a bit as if he’s still processing all of this himself.

“do you want me to fly over?” she asks, glancing towards her suitcase under the bed as if she’s ready to pounce the second he tells her to.

“I always want you next to me and I’m so tempted to say yes cause I could really use a kiss right now but nah it’s okay. I know you got stuff to tie up over there with graduation coming up and everything so … I miss you though” he mumbles, and for a moment, just like all the weeks in her last semester of university, she briefly regrets not transferring and moving to newark to be close to him.

“I miss you more. i’m proud of you, always” she reminds him, finally calmed down enough to curl up back on her bed, pillow hugged to her chest as she lets out a yawn.

“thanks baby. i’m gonna let you go to bed, I just wanted to let you know that im okay. gotta call my parents and my brothers anyway so I should say goodnight” luke says, smiling when he hears her yawn again.

“okay, i love you more. get some rest and call me first thing tomorrow yeah?” violet insists

“promise I will” luke chuckles and when they eventually hang up after thirty more minutes of saying ‘goodbye’ he feels way more equipped to deal with the difficult emotions his family’s about to throw at him.

after reassuring everyone he was okay, he had slightly started believing it himself. he was a little off centre tonight, not really having anyone with him, feeling like he let the team down, let his brother down, let —

i’m proud of you, always. the words echo in his head, calming that little hold that wanted to tighten in his chest.

just a few more weeks and then he wouldn’t have to replay those words over and over in his head, he’d have them whispered in his ear repeatedly while he drifted off. and the thought of that itself was enough to calm him down and lull him into a peaceful rest.

[coffee-master]

[IDEA TO USE: TRANS STANLEY PINES]

[Lee Pines]

I wish there was a fanfic about trans Stanley Pines, who realised he was trans AFTER he was kicked out of the house.

Honestly I belive that during his childhood and teenage years there would be visible sights, but Stand ignored it due to the many circumstances.

I also think that his realtionship with his father would be maybe ever worse? I belive that Filbrick would often complain that his "daughter" was making more mess than his other sons, or complain for not being "a typical girl" or "girly" or other stuff.

Anyway-

After being kicked out I think that due to the new enviroment and other people (good and bad) Stan would probably run into some queer group in one of the bars. Maybe he would try to scam them or steal.. But somehow he would end up with a conversation AND REALISATION.

Egg cracking.

Later Stan would realise that he's a guy and do something about it. (In illegal way due to the situation)

He would do some dirty job to get some shots of testosterone. And it would start working.

He made a call to one of his old pals (on crime) to get a top surgery. The operation was of course a big risk (like 70% you survive, 20% you will die of blood loose on the table and 10% you die due to the infection if the surgery went bad)

I think the transition would have a positive impact on his mental health (like:; "Yeah Testosterone won't solve my money or family problems BUT LOOK WHO CAN GO SHIRTLESS!!)

A little steps would make him smile.

(TW: Another small detail is that during his living on the streets before transition Stan would probably also experience some sexuall harrasment) [I'd have a big impact on him]

Another think is that the transition would help him with his crime record. Slowly [DEADNAME] Pines wanishes away and nobody knows where or how and nobody can susspect him anymore.

From now on He would call himself Lee Pines. (simply)

[Let's be honest. I don't think Lee change his name to Stanley.. it's just like Stanford.. But that's only my opinion]

But Lee Pines would get himself more criminal record and in the end still use new fake IDs and ect.

NOW.

Let's get to the part where Lee gets a postcard from Stanford.

NOW THIS IS WHERE THE REAL FUN BEGIN! Because he doesn't know about this whole stiation.

Stanford is waiting impatiently for his twin sister to show up in his Shack, but when he opens the door, he sees this MESSY HOMELESS GUY (suspicionsly similar to him)

"WHO ARE YOU?! DID YOU COME HERE TO STEAL MY EYES!?" - Stanford is ready to shoot.

Lee is clearly confused. He expected that his twin wouldn be shocked to a man at his doorsteps. But he didn't expect it would go like this-

"Geez, you sure now how to-" Before he could even finish his sentence Ford rapidly moved his crossbow even closer to his face.

"Who are you!?" Stanford yelled insantly.

"Woah Woah- Chill out pointexter-" The messy twin slowly raised his hands up.

"Talk. Now." Ford threatened.

"I'm your brother you dumbass-!" Lee yelled flustration and anger, not paying attention to his words at all.

Instead of being angry Ford only laughed manically at the answer. Shermie was far away with his own family. Moreover adding the fact that he didn't keep in touch with him in a long time. The answer was just hilarious!

"Wrong answer, try again." Ford smirked thinking this must be some trick of imagination or another shape-shifting creature from this forest.

Meanwhile Lee was terrified seeing his brother in this state of mind. Just what exacly happened to him?

But before he could even question this whole Madness, he heard counting.

"Five.." It was Ford. "Four.." And he was counting down.

He was counting down-

Who could have even guessed that reunion with his brother could cost him his head? Nevertheless Lee prefered to stay in one piece.

So he spoke.

All that he know.

"In the middle school I used to take your box class, since you hated it so much and once Pa' found out, he was pretty pissed at both of us!" Immiediately he saw how Ford was taken aback.

It was a good sigh.

So he kept going.

"During summer we'd go on the beach and pretend to be treasure hunters! One time we wanted to make a fireplace next to the boat? I used my dresses as a firelighter and later I was 'forced' to wear your nerdy clothes as a punishment! We had a pet! Shanklin the Stab Possum! World's greatest pet!" He talked and talked until there was no oxygen for him to breath.

But he did it.

Ford blinked dumbfoundly instantly taking a step back from him. Lee didn't hesitate and used this opportunity once again.

"You told me to come here! You send me a post card!" He slowly reached to his pocked, taking out the pice of paper and rapidly waved it in his face.

"What.." Confused twin lowered his weapon down at the sight of the evidence.

"A lot has changed during those ten years brainiac." Finally the other twin said a little coldly, after seeing Ford putting weapoon away. "I go by Lee now." He added simply.

For a moment Stanford didn't say a thing, as if he've just got a brain damage.

"You know what? This isn't the weirdest thing I've seen. Get inside!" Stanford didn't have the time to question, especially when outside, everyone could see them.

Instead he dragged "Lee" into his house.

You can guess what happened next.

And, If someone would be interested in writing a fic about this or something similar then go ahead! DO IT! This is free to use!!!

Please!

Just tag me, becuase I'd like to read it too...👉👈

[MasterPost]

[amymbona]

Can you write something about Patrick with a girl who talks a lot?

You could talk his ears off and still be listening, fucking reading your lips if he has to. Headphones go off when you speak. And you speak a lot. You're aware, right, you have a little rambling problem. But you just have a lot to say about every single topic!

In class, you always talk the most, constantly raising your hand and contributing when the professors allows you. You choose different topics and make the longest presentations just so you could tell everyone all that you've managed to remember. And, what's best you keep Patrick interested. He's genuinely been putting a lot more effort into learning and preparing for classes, especially when he's in your presence. Even when you're talking about a difficult topic, about something you don't understand, you keep brainstorming out loud. Every single math equation you solve, you keep mumbling under your breath.

"Alright, both sides are divisible by two so we can do that, mhm, then five-x goes onto the other side. No, no, no, the other way. Three-y goes there. Yup. Now five x minus two x. Oh! We can divide that by three, mhm."

And Patrick is listening. He's fucking sitting there on your bed, eyes glued to the glasses that keep sliding down youe nose, watching as you lick your lips and nod, encouraging yourself that you're doing it the right way. And, fuck, you look fucking stunning sitting there in your little shorts and working on your stupid math problems.

There's never a silent moment with you. You're a bubbly extrovert, making sure that no meeting leaves the two of you in awkward silence. You always find a topic to talk about, even if it's just the weather, and sometimes Patrick gets annoyed that you're paying so much attention to everything around you, always finding topics to talk about that you kinda forget he's here, next to you.

"Do you ever shut up?"

He doesn't mean it in a bad way, not even considering talking rudely to you. But the sentence slips past his lips before he could stop it.

"What?" your head snaps towards Patrick, lips parting in confusion. Did you hear him right?

But apparently, there's no going back for Patrick. Not now. "You talk a lot."

Oh. Your mouth closes slowly and eventually, after a few seconds of processing his words, you nod, gazing down at your lap. "Yeah, um, I guess, yeah. I guess I do. Sorry."

Fuck. You look like you're about to cry right now. Like you're about to shatter into pieces because now, at this moment, you realise how much you've really been talking. Not just around Patrick, but around everyone else too. You always talk, pulling all the attention to yourself and the things you see, that you don't give anyone else a chance to speak their mind.

Patrick shifts closer, his thigh pressing into yours. He absolutely didn't mean that. He never wanted to see you cry.

"No, no, no, listen," he begins, panicking at the glossy sight of your eyes. Fuck, he's really messed up this time. "I meant it like... You talk about everything. Everything around you. But never about me."

About him? And why would you possibly have to talk about Patrick?

"About you?" you mutter, gaze nervously raising to settle on his freckled face. "You... You want me to talk about you?"

"Yes," he nods.

"But why? I mean... We talk about you, don't we? About tennis, about Art... There's a lot of stuff we mention, isn't it?" you keep murmuring bashfully, once again prolonging your speech despite trying to hold back.

Patrick shakes his head and takes one of your hands in his. "That's not me, that's different topics."

"Then what is you, Patrick?" you wonder.

"I'm me, Y/N. I don't want to talk about the weather or some random shit. I want to talk about me, about you. About us."

"Us?" you gulp, eyes flicking between his own. Apparently, his words are still not settling in your brain in the right way.

"You're so stupid sometimes," Patrick sighs, balling both of your hands into little fists and resting his shoulder on your knuckles. For how much you talk, your mind seems so empty all of a sudden.

"What do you mean, Patrick? I'm sorry, I just don't really understand you, like, we've never talked about this before. I thought we like talking together? We're on the same wavelength and we-"

You're roughly shut up by Patrick grasping your face in his hands and pressing his lips against yours, effectively interrupting your speech. He's desperate, really, and don't know what else to do to just shut your mouth for a while.

And after a moment, his lips begin moving slowly, parting and ghosting over yours in a gentle kiss. His hold on your head loosens and fingers slide over your cheeks which have surely heated up at the sudden gesture. That's definitely not what you expected to happen.

It takes a while for Patrick to pull away, a thin trail of saliva hanging from your lips as he does so, leaving you completely flabbergasted. He chuckles at your flustered expression, running over your lips with his thumb.

"Sorry. I just had to shut you up somehow."

[b00tyliciousbabe]

hey i loved your Jordan Riki himbo x male reader. can i request one with himbo sweaty Reece Walsh with fetish? smut with reader worshipping his body?

thank you so much :)

AWWW STAWP IT! that means a lot, I’m glad you liked it. jordan and reece are carrying my interest in rugby rn, smth about those himbo australian/new zealand players just gets me going.

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crutches

reece walsh x male reader

summary: just me fantasising about this man for a bit.

notes: i have been obsessed with the girl group flo for a while now and they recently dropped a new single that inspired me to write this.

song rec: ‘walk like this’ - flo

‘if he keeps this up, i might need crutches…’

your boyfriend, reece walsh was a star on the pitch. and you were always there to cheer him on. during practice, sending you kisses and stares from the field. his dad calls him lazy, that he shouldn’t let you distract him from the bigger picture. ‘if you truly loved him, you wouldn’t be such a distraction.’ the coach’s words reverberated in your head for a while and you suggested that it’d be best if you stopped coming to see him. it wasn’t a break up, and y’all would see each other everywhere else, but your heart couldn’t take the possibility of being the cause of his failure.

reece always went to the gym when he needed to clear his mind. you watched him rep with a sad typa aggression. knocking, you asked if everything was alright. ‘babe i don’t really wanna talk about it.’ your bf said as he moved on to bench press. ‘tough,’ you straddle him with a brattiness that you knew, deep down, he loved to fuck out of you. ‘I ain’t movin until you tell me what’s bothering you.’ he sat up properly , palming your lower back to stabilise himself, ‘you’re insufferable you know that,’ reece huffed. you stroked his cheek with your thumb, the anger in his face melting at the love you’d always shown him. ‘you know you can tell me anything.’ you reassured, knowing that his father’s word got to him deeply. his frown softened, wanting to unburden himself at the gentleness of your voice. reece took another breath as you laid your hand on his heart. ‘i just hate that he sees our relationship as a distraction,’ he sighs, shoulders getting heavier, ‘if anything, seeing you makes me more work harder.’ reece goes in to kiss your neck and breathes out ‘my own personal cheerleader.’ you cradled his head, placing your fingers in his locks. you broke apart, as you tapped his nose. ‘you’re so cute!’ you lovingly teased. ‘shut the fuck uppppp.’ reece droned, turning red as he hid his blushing in your ample chest. you felt a thick, warm rod pressing in between your cheeks, urging you to untie your bf’s shorts, whilst he placed light kisses on your pecs.

‘w-wai-wait.’ reece says groggily. your face dropped, afraid you had done something wrong. ‘what’s the matter?’ you asked, as he remained silent, dragging you off of him. ‘i can’t fuck you here,’ he said with a sincerity in his tone. ‘i need one place where i can actually focus on training,’ seeming more rational by the minute. he breathed deeper. you could see exactly how hard it was for him to say this; the two of you had been together for some time now, and sex was one thing that he never messed with. for him, your body was sacred, one he needed to give full attention to. ‘i get it, you just look really hot when you’re all sweaty and stuff.’ you respond, eyes widening at your last statement.

you had told him the one thing, you swore never to admit. ‘so all of those times i came home from practice all gross,’ he grinned at how open you could be in your discussions with him. ‘you liked that shit?’ you looked up, sheepishly as a mumbled ‘yes.’ escaped your mouth. trying to solve his problems and save yourself from further awkwardness , you quickly changed the subject. ‘we can’t do anything here,’ you elongated the final word in a slutty attempt to arouse him. ‘so, how are we going to solve…’ gesturing to the the bulge in his shorts that ceased to go down. no words were exchanged. reece grabbed your wrist and rushed you two into his dad’s office.

he pushed you against the locked door and closed all of the blinds. invading your neck and upper chest with lovebites, he was like a creature, ravaging you. ‘reece, wait.’ you say using your might to push his desires off. ‘are you sure you wanna do this? here?’ he watched, unable to think clearly whilst staring down at your pretty face. ‘never have i ever wanted to fuck you as much as i want to right now.’ he grunted as you palmed him through his boxers. though left unsaid, you both loved the idea of literally ‘fucking over’ his dad’s feelings towards your relationship.

before you knew it, y’all were fully naked; if you weren’t in his company, you might’ve felt some vulnerability in your exposure, but he soothed those concerns with his touch. something about how the beads of sweat decorated his tan skin, and danced around the contours of his muscles, always astounded you. whenever the two of you made love, nothing else mattered. reece walsh, the biggest prick in the world (literally), was such a mess with your mouth wrapped around his cock. ‘ughhh fuck,’ he smiled, stroking your hair ‘shit baby, you suck my dick so well.’ you adored his cock, loving how you decorated it with your glittery saliva as the shades of light brown skin and pink hues painted his rod.

‘stand up for me baby,’ he demanded. reece loved your body. cupping your cheeks and toying with them, he looked into your fuck me eyes as he grinded his dick between your thighs. jumping up to allow him greater access he sat himself on the boss’ chair, deepening his kiss. ‘y/n, you ready?’ reece breathed, fingering your hole. riding him in the team office was not on your 2024 bucket list, but you certainly weren’t complaining. his light green eyes staring at you so lovingly, as he fucked himself up into your hole with no remorse. The duality turned you insane. the tensing of his biceps, strength of his shoulder blades, you were putty in his hands. ‘I will never get tired of you.’ he moaned, the sloppy sounds coming from your pussy. ‘I love you so much, my beautiful boy.’ you stroked his ego making him blush. he could snap out of being lovesick very quickly, but you were much better at bringing it out of him.

reece had found a rhythm; each time you lifted yourself from his huge dong, he gripped your plush waist and impaled you hard as you felt the veins of his cock imprint their way into your organs. it was a sight of true love. ‘fuck reece, you’re too big, i c-can’t.’ you subtly pleaded for him to slow down. your hole began to burn with a fiery stinging, but that was quickly forgotten as he reassured you: ‘i know baby, but you take it so well. that pussy is practically begging for my load.’ he wasn’t wrong. your tight lips involuntarily milked him so well that he couldn’t think straight. you bounced on him sloppily, signalling to your bf that you were getting close. he loved seeing his pretty boy fucked out on his cock. jackhammering at an insane speed he obliterated your ass, ‘FUCKKK FUCK REESE OH MY GOD!’ you exclaimed at the assault on your hole. it felt so good to have him rearrange your body, and you loved being his. ‘yeah, take it, imma give you it all,’ he groaned. the sounds of your wet hole and his precum made a symphony of pleasure, creating a percussion that accompanied the vocals y’all made. ‘cum for me,’ he grunted deeply, as he impaled you one last time, stuffing you with his batter. you painted his abs a bright white as he giggled seeing you in a trance. ‘every. fucking. time.’ you breathed out, recognising how whipped you were. ‘what?’ playing coy. as he licked his abdomen. ‘you know what,’ you playfully caressed his ear ‘turned me on so much that im sat in your dad’s office with his son’s dick up my ass.’ you both laughed, as reece savoured the sight of the boyfriend he loved so dearly.

despite how uncomfortable it would’ve been cockwarming your boyfriend, for the next 30 minutes, time was not a constant. you were lost in his company. a few kisses were exchanged, skin was stroked, but it was the first time you could just be present with him. ‘as much as im enjoying you squeezing my dick, my legs are falling asleep.’ he teased. ‘babe, i legit cannot walk.’ bursting out in laughter, as he pulled you of his pole and across the desk. after getting dressed, he grabbed some crutches from the medical room and drove you home, his seed still bubbling inside you. ‘how you feeling?’ reece asked, placing his hand on your thigh. you loved how sexy he looked driving like that. ‘a lil sore, but i’ll survive.’ you admitted ‘sorry baby, i did go a bit too rough.’ he answered with a hint of sadness at hurting you. ‘aww stop, don’t do that, i enjoyed every minute of it.’ you reassured. ‘besides, i know that your balls are aching right now from the pressure i put on them so…my bad’ he giggles at your attempt to lighten the mood.

the next day was the big match. the two of you had agreed to tone down your interactions during the game, and that you’d see each other after. a couple of his teammates greeted you during halftime. ‘HEY Y/N! long time no see.’ you walked over to them, a sway in your hips that Reece had fucked into you. they looked at you with furrowed brows until the realisation set in. this was certainly not lost on them as one of his best friends immediately knew. ‘walshie’s the reason that y/n is walking like that.’ he laughed pointing at your bf who looked so cute concentrating on the game. you could only smile at the prospect of taking him again after the game. bonus points if the team won x

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[lilacprincess7]

Hey heeeey! How are you doing? Love your blog btw ;) Could you perhaps do a Pau x reader? Something where Pau and reader are hosting a dinner at his players and invite the other players like Gavi, Pedri and Co. The other players bring stuff to not come empty-handed (I could imagine Gavi bringing store-bought cookies but having taken them out of the package so it’s not too obvious xD) The reader does most of the cooking and is midly stressed because they want everything to be perfect. Pau helps as good as he can.

Thanks in advance!

Team Dinner anxiety

summary: what the req said

a/n: I saw the 'guess who' video and think he is so cute. I love how him and Hector are so close

You were shaking. Like literally shaking. You and Pau had agreed to host the team dinner of the month and it had you quite anxious. Scratch that. Personally, you looked like a fish out of water. What even were you going to cook? How many dishes should you cook?

Since the season was still going strong you had the problem of everything also being diet appropriate so the guys could actually eat. The next problem was that there were vegeterians and vegans on the invite list. So obviously you needed to cook a little bit of everything.

That preperetion certainly needed more than a pair of hands. Who better to drag into this mess than your boyfriend? Frankly, he already knew you were stressed about and was going to offer his help anyway. You just managed to ask him before he asked you.

So here you were, talking about it in the comfort of your couch. You were currently sat on his lap, his big arms encircling your waist, his hands grasping opposite hips, big green eyes looking up and meeting your own gaze with his chin against your chest.

"Baby, you are distracting me, stop it"

"Why? I literally didn't even move!"

"I know! But I'm freaking out and I need help and you are sitting here so calm and just looking at me like I'm the best think in the world and it makes me blush and feel shy and I can't consentrate with the task at hand!"

"Okay okay, I'll stop looking at you. There. My eyes are closed. But for the record, you are the best thing in the world. You are my entire world hermosa..."

"Guapooo" you said in awe, rolling off of him and on the couch, hiding your face with a nearby blanket.

He was full on smiling with your reaction. It wasn't something uncommon per say, him saying such things and making you blush. It never failed to make you a shy and cute -in his opinion, you disagreed- mess.

"Okay, now I'm pausing for real. Look, in the kitchen I'm a mess. I will blow things up. I can't help at all...but"

"But?"

"I know how to have a barbeque... I can make some steaks, sausages, even some burgers if you want.." he suggested, looking at you with that pair of eyes that had you melting easily.

"That solves so many problems! You are a lifesaver!" you said as you climbed his lap again and kissed him full on the lips.

Now stress gave way to excitment. You would make a couple of salads, possibly put some mushrooms and peppers in the oven as well, that way vegetarians and vegans were covered. The boys would be fine with the meat and you could also throw some fish in the oven, if anyone wasn't in the mood for meat or had some allergy.

The dinner was in two days, so tomorrow you would go shopping with Pau after he got back from training and get everything you need to cook. This was going to be the best team dinner ever and you would make sure of it!

And here you were, in the middle of an isle on the supermarket, trying and failing to reach a bottle of oil from the top self. You were this close to just straight up giving up when Pau made an appearance. “Baby, what’s going on? What are you trying to reach with such a passion?” He asked, chuckling a bit.

“I want to reach that bottle of oil, but it’s too high and I can’t…�� you trailed off, pouting

“You can, with a bit of help” he said

With minimal effort, your boyfriend had literally manhandled you and now you found yourself seated on his shoulders, like you weighted as much as a feather. “Now you can reach it hermosa, no?” He teased as he grasped your thigh with one hand, he looked up at you and smiled wide, his eyes lightning up in the process. He had that look of love dancing in his eyes when he looked at you and it always made you feel butterflies.

“Yes, yes stop teasing me…” you trailed off smiling back at him.

You were genuinely so happy with him in your life. A simple look, a gentle touch of his was enough to make you feel better, to make you feel whole even in the most difficult situations. He was everything you could ever need and everything you would ever want. You really hoped and he knew so that he would be the father of your children one day.

Somehow, nothing blew up. That was mostly because this time around Pau was not distracting you and was out in the backyard taking care of the meat he had chosen to cook. You were quite a bit anxious once again because you were making baked mushrooms for the first time on your own and you freaked out.

Like totally panicked. You called your mom to make sure you had the right recipe and then your grandma. They both teased you, saying that Pau has stolen your mind and you had zero braincells left. They also said that you had made this since you were five years old and laughed a bit more. You replied to both of them similarly with something along the lines of 'haha really funny, not that it isn't true...'.

Finally, after you were stack in a kitchen the whole day, your guests started arriving and you were somewhat tense at first. What if anyonw got food poisoning. Another stupid thought since you knew how to cook and Pau always praised you for your talent.

Fortunately, he was there once again to calm you down. He stopped you while you were taking a tray of cheese in the living room as a side for the wine. He got the plate from you and put it down on the kitchen table.

"Amor take a breath" he said quietly

"Why? I'm fine I swea-"

"You are anxious. And I can literally feel your hand shaking so please take a deep breath in for me.." he trailed off, looking at you straight in the eyes pleadingly. If he knew you would be so stressed about it he would have told you to not host it, to cancel it even. You were above everyone else in his heart.

So you did as he told you. He helped you control your breath and guided you for a moment.

"Now, do you feel a bit better?" he asked concerned

"Yeah, thank you amor"

"Anything for my woman" he replied as he kissed your knuckles

He hugged you for a couple of minutes after, mostly wanting to reasure himself that you were okay. He peppered some kisses on your face, one landing on your nose, another on your temple, a third on your cheekbone. He was so affectionate with you that it made you dizzy.

The rest of the evening was perfect. The wags asked you for some of your recipes even. They were quite impressed by your cooking skills and wanted to know more. In the end, it really was the best team dinner ever.

a/n: hope you liked it!!

[rafeygirly]

problem solved - rafe cameron au

It'd been maybe a month and a half since Rafe and you started dating and your car was already on his last nerve. Sure, he did have low patience in general, but this was particularly bothersome for him.

He could already tell it was a shitty car from the way it looked and he thought any girl that was dating him deserved better, especially you. Honestly, it was kind of an embarrassment to him that you were driving that thing when you had him; someone who wasn't exactly hard up.

Then, recently, you were on the couch at Tannyhill with him after just driving over and you started to complain about your car.

"Rafe." You say as you look up from your phone. He's also preoccupied on his own phone, specifically with a text conversation between Barry and him as he's trying to get some more coke- something you didn't know about at this point in your relationship.

He looks up from his phone, "Yeah?"

"My car's been being weird lately." You say.

"Oh, yeah? What's it been doin'?" Rafe asks, shutting his phone off.

"Like, I don't know how to describe it right but... like my brakes have been squeaky and I've been needing to put a lot of pressure on them for them to do anything, if that makes sense." You start. Okay, so you needed new brakes, Rafe thought. "But, also, I've been needing to put a lot of pressure into accelerating and when I do it makes like noise and my car like shakes and then it doesn't even go that fast. I don't know if that makes sense." You add. "It also does the shaking thing when I'm like at a light or something." You tell him.

He furrows his eyebrows, "How long has this been goin' on?" Rafe asks because with the way you were talking, this didn't seem like something new.

"Um, a few weeks." You tell him.

"And you didn't bother to mention it to me?" Rafe says, his voice a little firm. "You know I know stuff about cars."

"I'm sorry, Rafe. I just.. I don't know. I didn't think about it really until now with all this different stuff going on.." You honestly say.

Rafe just sighs, "Alright, I'll... I'll check it out sometime this week."

"Thank you." You smile a little as you cuddle up against him.

"Yeah, whatever." Rafe says, though he smiles a little.

Rafe did go and check out your car it ended up being that you needed brakes and a new catalytic converter. Sure, the catalytic converter was expensive but not for him and he would probably just change it for you if you had a car worth it but you didn't. He didn't like your car, he felt it was unreliable, which it kind of was, and that it wasn't good enough for you or for him.

He went back inside after checking it that day and let you know what was wrong with it but he knew you didn't know a thing about cars so he didn't expect you to really get it. All he said was that he'd take care of it.

Take care of it he did. Two weeks later, you were in his truck with him after he picked you up from your shift at your part-time job, and he was driving you back to your place. It was expected to be simply a normal day for you but that changed when you pulled into the driveway of your house and saw your dream car.

You gasped, "Rafe..." You say as he pulls in and parks his car.

"You like it?" He asked, a proud smile on his face.

"Yes!" You squeal as you kiss his cheek before getting out of his truck and running over to the light blue Ford Bronco Sport. "Oh my gosh." You exclaim as he comes over and hands you the keys he'd had in his pocket the whole time.

You take them and open the car, hoping inside the drivers seat. It was so much nicer than your car you had now and you loved it. Rafe stood by where you sat since the door was open as you turned the car on so you can see all the features.

"It's even got Apple CarPlay and I know you really like that." Rafe added, since your old car didn't have it.

"Oh my gosh. Rafe. I can't believe you did this." You smile. "You're the best. I love you." You say, and maybe it was still kind of early in the relationship to say that but you both knew you loved each other.

Rafe leans in and kisses you, "I love you too, baby." He responds.

Sure, buying a car for someone only about two months into dating was kind of fast but most things in your relationship happened fast and at the end of the day, you got your dream car and you were beyond happy. Rafe, well he was happy you were happy but also, he finally could be done with that goddamn car he hated and you also finally had a car that fit not only you but him better.

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[immoralimmortals]

Ah! Hello I've been reading your stuff (and it's pretty damn good, I've been enjoying it a lot) and I saw something last night where Tobi was your sleep paralysis demon. It was so goofy I thought I'd share, I was also thinking you could make a like a little one shot with this idea or like a little skit

Tobi is your sleep paralysis demon! Why not, let’s do it!

You’re what the kids call “edgy”. You got a Tor browser, went on the dark web, and started looking for sites to fuck your shit up. Conspiracy theories, mostly, with some epilepsy-enducing graphics-- all the “standard” sites you’d find on any list of websites to never under any circumstances visit. It was just about to get boring when you click on a hyperlink that leads to the following statement:

If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!

...Okay, that’s got you curious.

Turns out, it’s not too outrageous of an idea, as far as suggestions on the “real sleep paralysis demons” blog go. A bit of you is tantalized, even; you’re on this site with a small smidgen of hope that maybe, just maybe, there might be some legitimate advice that could help you dispel your own waking nightmares halfway through peaceful sleep. Gist of it is simple: get another demon to beat YOUR demon!

…

….

…..

That’s so stupid that it might work!

You print out the suggested incantation and sit up in bed that night, reading it aloud and putting your heart and soul into it. Let’s be honest, though: you’re edgy but not that edgy. Not to the point of delusion. The creature you see during sleep paralysis is a figment of the mind and exists in the mind alone. Demons aren’t real, you aren’t LITERALLY going to summon one to knock the lights out of the thing you see at night.

...But if you want something enough, maybe it’ll trick your brain chemistry into solving its own problem.

Man in the mask

Slay my nightmare

Man in the mask

Save my dreams

Man in the mask

Hold my life tender

Man in the mask

Come down to me

…

A deep breath in...out. Alright. Let’s see if that tricked the monkey that controls your brain into pulling the lever that actually lets you sleep through the fucking night. You shred the computer paper in half, lay down your head, and reach for the chain that turns your light off.

Ch-ching, the switch goes.

…

…

Your heart is racing too much. Dammit, just the acknowledgment of your visions has put your anxiety on a fast track to staying up all night. Jesus fucking Christ! Knowing there’s no saving you tonight, you sit up once again and turn back on the light. Maybe you can read a book or make a cup of tea-- no who are you kidding, you’re just gonna stare at your phone.

Ch-ching.

The light turns on and there is a man in your room.

You scream.

He screams.

You’re both screaming.

“WHO ARE YOU!”

“Who are YOU!” he shouts back, voice high pitched and finger pointed right at you. It’s hard for your eyes to make sense of what you see… Orange?! Orange and black…?!

“I LIVE HERE!”

…

“Oh!” The person next to your bed perks up and calms down, as if it makes total sense. “I guess that’s right! My name is-- OOF!”

You hit him with your pillow as hard as you can. The man flails his arms forward like an inflatable at a car dealership.

“Y/N, STOP! Ouch!”

You hit him again, leaning into it this time. And again, as well, he says the magic word:

“Y/N!”

...You stop mid swing. “How. H-. How do you know my name?! Who the HELL--?!”

“You summoned me!”

“What!”

“You!” he says, raising both gloved hands and pointing index fingers at said ‘you.’ “Summoned!” He uses the fingers to mime drawing a circle on the ground. “Me!” And finally points thumbs back to his face. It’s only now, of course, you see he lacks exactly that-- a face. What lies instead is a bright orange spiral that ends in a black hole. You squint so hard you’ll have headaches for weeks.

“That-- that’s not--… What?!”

“Man, for the host of the party, you sure are bad at keeping track of your guest list!”

That kind of talk brings you right back to reality. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!”

“Allllright!” the shadow singsongs, raising his palms and shaking his head as if to symbol he’s giving up. “But you’ll miss me when I’m gone!”

“What the fuck are you—”

“Click!”

Chain for the light is pulled down. Ch-ching!

“SHIT!”

Ch-ching!

Light on.

He is gone.

The summoning worked, all in all. You don’t sleep that night. In fact, your eyes burn as you try not to blink at all. Police find no evidence of a break in once you get the nerve to call them. No broken windows, door is fine...not even an attempt to crawl through the chimney.

It’s like he never existed.

...You’ve made a hell of a convoluted situation to live with, brain.

[caitlinsnicket]

dating jakob toretto headcanons

a/n: i blacked out and this was birthed. goodbye

pretty clingy and insecure, has a voice in the back of his head telling him that you could do better, that he's not worth it, that you're leaving him at any moment

when he makes a joke, he immediately turns back to you to see your reaction. if you laugh, his whole face lights up and his day is made

because of that, tries a little too hard to please you, going so far as to buy you two of each thing, just in case the first one breaks

messes up his hair just so you fix it

in tune with your needs: he notices it whenever your behavior changes (trauma lol) and is ready to solve your problems instantly

cold? don't worry he brought an extra jacket just in case

hungry? a protein bar in your favorite flavor is always inside his car

headache? a bottle of water and some medicine beside the protein bar

he also keeps pads there for you

likes to hold you close, and the first few times you cuddled up to him he held you so thight you had to tap out

flirts with you all the time, tries to make you blush on any chance he has

takes him a while to let his guard down, but after he does it's like you can see everything

has been in bad relationships before, and the "unlearning" process is lenghty, but worth it

the first time you had a "loving" session (not sex or horny things, just holding him close, caressing him and telling him how much he means to you) he teared up

asks mia to meet you first, separately from dom or anyone else, and he's more nervous than you

you two get along pretty well, and she's delighted that he's found someone that is good for him

his spontaneous date ideas are usually late night drives holding you hand or your leg

gets giddy whenever your family invites you two for a gathering, he just loves feeling included

when dom invites you, he'll show you off and brag about you to everyone that gives him the time

doesn't really like to include you in dangerous stuff, is very protective

so, as to not worry you, so he sends you texts and selfies in the middle of business

all he wants is to hold you close and make sure you're happy

praise kink 100%

like, tell him he's a good boy and how good he's doing, he might cum in his pants

will beg you to eat you out all the time

the master of fingering you while driving

when you start shifting his hand from your thigh to your cunt, a smirk forms on his face

after you cum he starts sucking on his own fingers to get a taste before leaving the car

he's not that into quickies / just penetrative sex. he's the kind of guy to prefer not even putting his dick inside of you if he cannot take his time

instead, he lives for putting you on his lap and fingering you silly while you rub his twitching cock, then rubbing himself against your pussy until both of you cum on each other

dry humping is his passion

sometimes he forgets how much bigger he is, then he gets on top of you, and you can see the moment where he realizes his size

is either bashful or smug during sex, no in between. it usually depends on the context

he just really, really needs you

[writing-whump]

Sol.... Begging for some sick Matt? Pls? Pretty please? I'm thinking with this prompt from the "feeling sick positions" list you reblogged:

When a character is sick and he has an arm draped over his eyes while laying down, bonus for the other over his stomach

Angry when sick

When Isaiah came home shortly before midnight, the light in the living room was still on. That was his first clue.

The second was even more obvious than the biting light in his night city eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Matthew didn't bother opening his eyes covered by his hand. His other was draped over his stomach and he looked like he was about to slide off the couch, but didn't have the energy. "Do I look okay?"

Isaiah put his coat off with a sigh before approaching. "Alright, what's wrong?"

"Ah, now he cares. I'm. So. Touched."

Isaiah frowned, which was only for his own benefit, since Matt couldn't see it. "Are you pouting that I'm...not giving you attention?"

"Attention? You are fucking not home any day of the week. That's not lack of attention, that's a chronic avoidance."

"I'm not avoiding you." Isaiah dared to put the back of his hand against Matthew's cheek, since it was the closest free surface. "You aren't warm. No fever."

"Oh, I know. You are avoiding her, which doesn't really solve the problem for me, does it?"

"I'm not avoiding anyone. Just been busy," Isaiah said with an eyeroll that again, would have no effect. "I got really invested in law school again and I have many packs to visit and-"

"You know what? Shut it. I'm not in the mood to hear your made up crap." Matt turned his back to Isaiah, face pressed against the couch. Both his hands were now snuggly wrapped around his middle.

"Your stomach bothering you? Want some tea?" Isaiah was trying very hard not to pout at being interrupted like that. He was being honest.

Running around the city trying to find out if he truly wasn't seen as an Executioner was pretty exhausting. Even more exhausting was finding out that his effect truly wasn't what it was supposed to be.

Which meant lots of roaming around the city at night in the hopes of finding some trouble or a scuffle he could solve.

Until his connections got more willing, he needed more eyes in the city. Someone nible and fast to go on patrols for or with him.

He needed Rip. And he needed him, like, yesterday, not next month or however long it took for him to be able to stand humans and interact with wolves again.

Isaiah decided he might as well make the tea to have something to do. There was an amount of scents in the kitchen, movements and food he didn't know.

It was distressing to realize there were freshly washed cups and plates he didn't put into the dishwasher and food he didn't order or cook. That Seline moved in these spaces when he was away.

It wasn't like they didn't know how to interact. Or that they were would scream or argue or whatever. Isaiah was actually quite proud how well they were handling it.

There was a bit of tension, sure, but they could communicate about the essentials well. In a few weeks they might even be able to talk about the weather while looking at each other.

He felt kinda like Seline had other stuff to tell him, glaring at him and then changing her mind. Isaiah would have liked to tell her stuff too. But he didn't want to escalate it. Maybe he really was the coward in this.

They weren't together. What worse thing could happen?

Not that it was that bad. He was fine. It wasn't world-ending. He was fine. Really.

"Are you making a soup out of the damn tea or what?" Matthew's raspy voice brought him back to the present.

Isaiah shook himself off his trance and finally put the water into the cup with the mint tea. He didn't want to make it too strong, before he brought it over.

"Put the light off, will you?"

Isaiah complied, cringing inside at the ordering and the tone. Between Seline and himself, he didn't expect Matt to snap first. Maybe that was his fault too.

The tea filling the room with its clouds of steam and Matt taking up all of the couch, Isaiah sat down on the floor. He patted Matt's leg. "Try some of it?"

There was a gasp breath like Matt wanted to speak, but a soft burp came up instead.

"At least tell me what's wrong. What part of your stomach hurts?"

Matt grumbled something under his breath.

"Matt?"

"Just...overall, okay? It's bloated and painful and your questions are annoying."

"Right," Isaiah said tiredly.

Long silence followed. Isaiah would have thought Matt fell asleep, except his breathing kept catching at weird intervals.

"Wanna try lying in bed? Maybe stretching out-"

Matt curled up on the couch even more, all protective on his side around his upset stomach. There was a soft groan. "Leave me alone. Go to fuck to sleep or whatever, don't stay up."

Isaiah got up with a sigh, glad for the glimmer of sympathy of being send to sleep. He sat down on the edge, draping himself across Matthew's legs. His eyes were so heavy and the turned off lights were putting him to sleep. "No can do. You can ask for anything else though."

Matt froze up a little at the contact, squirming under the weight.

Isaiah suppressed a yawn and put a hand on top of Matt's shoulder, rubbing up and down. His eyes were drooping.

"Come back right after school tomorrow?" Matt said into the quiet darkness.

Isaiah swallowed heavily. "Okay."

[unnoticed-poison]

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔! 𝙷𝚊𝚣𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚅𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 °【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟑 】°

【 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕 】

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟏 】

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟐 】

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟑 】

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟒 】 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 1

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟒 】 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 2

So I forgot I explained the situation in my other yandere fic but not this one so I'll do it now so everyone will know.

The reason some girls are genderbend is because I can't exactly write yaoi or yuri cause of my religion, the most I could do for them is turn them into males so they can be romantic yanderes, hope you guys understand.

Also because I like to write genderbend as well.

The treatment Valentino gives Angel Dust will be mentioned of course, and not all the girls will be genderbend, it depends on how the story will go.

So anyways enjoy the chapter ❣️

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Things were not going so well for Charles at the meeting.

"And then I went ahead and invited her to my place-"

This 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 won't stop babbling about useless stuff and avoiding the topic at hand.

"- I failed to seduce her since she's so oblivious, but I can always try again next time," Adam said nonchalantly, taking a bite out of the rib as he glanced at him. "So what did you do this weekend?"

"Sir." The exterminator standing behind Adam looked less than thrilled while listening to his boss's chattering as well. " There's only a few minutes left for the meeting."

"Really? Oh well, you can start talking then."

Fucking finally.

Charles stood up after clearing his throat, holding up his papers as he started explaining the situation at hand.

"So I'm sure you're well aware of the overpopulation issue we're currently facing, I would like to suggest-"

Adam interrupted him. "OH that's not a problem at all! we're taking care of that just fine, Lute!" He called out as Lute stepped closer to him. "How many demons did you kill this year?"

The exterminator's voice was blunt as he answered. "Got a good 275 sir."

"275!? Badass! Awesome job danger dick." They fist-bumped as he said this, making the demon frown.

They're proud of that..?

"You know those are my people, right..?"

Adam laughed. "Of course! And that's what makes it even better!"

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Charles continued. "As I was saying, all our problems will be solved if we rehab those sinners and cleanse all their souls so they can join you guys in heaven and the extermination won't be needed anymore!"

He explained as fast as he could while holding up each paper. " The redeeming process will take place in my hote-"

"That's enough."

Huh?

"But I haven't finished yet-"

"I've heard more than enough, if what you're suggesting is letting those miserable fuckers climb up the ladder then you can forget about it, that's the dumbest idea I've ever heard in my long, loooong life."

"Everyone makes mistakes! They can redeem themselves-"

"They had the chance to do that when they were 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, now that they've earned damnation, it's no one's fault but their own," Lute spoke in a scornful tone, his eyes narrowed in disgust. "And for your information, angels 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 make mistakes."

Charles narrowed his eyes at him in return. " You really think so."

The man smirked. "I 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 so."

Adam, visibly annoyed, slammed his hands on the table, making them both stop. "Alright that's enough!"

He rose to his feet and made his way over to Charles until they were standing face to face. " Look here pal, hell is forever and there's nothing, and I mean absolutely 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 you can do about it, so I suggest you give up now, and I'll pretend I never heard any of that bullshit."

A sneer of contempt crept over his face as he towered over the boy, he looked too much like his father, just looking at him made him 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬.

"You should consider yourself lucky that damned snake gave you a pardon from the extermination or else you and your hellborn kind would've been dead a long time ago."

Charles could feel his blood boil, his face flushed in rage as he scowled at him.

This damned bastard-

Before he had a chance to respond, the angel suddenly stepped back.

"And now that I've got your and the audience's attention, I would like to announce that we've made a determination!" With a triumphant smirk, Adam turned his head to stare directly at where the camera was.

...?

Confused, Charles turned his head to where Adam was looking.

....

Shit!

There was a camera?!!

How come he didn't notice it!

"-To move up the next extermination."

What?!

"Wait a second that's not-!"

"I can't wait a whole year to slaughter those little cunts, I know the day just finished, but we'll be back in six months!" Taking hold of both the drone and Charles's hand, he sent a menacing smile to the camera. " Enjoy those next few months dear sinners! Cause they might be your last."

Once he said that, he roughly threw them out of the room and returned to his seat while bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Wait!" The demon exclaimed, papers scattered around him as he tried to enter the room again. "Hold on a moment!"

"Now where is my favorite angel-" was the last thing he heard Adam say before the door slammed shut in his face.

......

Frustrated beyond words, his face scrunched up in anger as he slammed his fist into the door.

"Fuck!"

This was not how this was supposed to go!

He made things WORSE.

He then heard a voice come from the small drone.

"Looks like Lucifer's brat fucked things up for us all! What a shocker, I'm sure your father will be 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥."

....

He squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a deep sigh as he dropped his head, feeling defeated.

"Excuse me, are those yours?"

Huh?

Charles lifted his head and looked over his shoulder.

Despite the woman being out of uniform and wearing a simple dress, he was certain that she was one of the angels with the wings and halo.

Moreover, the giant hammer in her hand, still dripping with blood, served as a stark reminder of her rank.

Her other hand was holding the papers he drew at the hotel, with a basket hanging from her wrist.

Was that an egg?

Despite being a little disturbed by the sight, he couldn't help but be drawn by her looks.

She's pretty...

"Sir?"

Charles snapped out of it, a flush spread across his cheeks when he realized he'd been staring too long.

With a sheepish nod, he stood up and brushed off his clothes as he went over to you.

"Oh yeah they're mine!"

With a nod, you extended the papers. "Here you go then." You said, handing him the papers, some were stained with blood.

He looked at the stained papers for a moment before taking them off your hand. "Am.. thanks."

"No problem, have a nice day."

With that being said, you walked past him and towards the room he just got kicked out of.

His eyes followed your back for a moment, letting out a heavy sigh and turning around to leave when he suddenly paused in his tracks.

Wait..

𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

𝘐 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭?

Perhaps you're the one that arrogant prick was talking about?

𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦..𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦...

Maybe it wasn't too late yet!

If he could convince you of his project then maybe...

Perhaps you could help change Adam's mind as well!

Or at the very least move the extermination back to once a year like usual.

"Miss! Please wait!"

Turning back, he quickly headed over to you.

Upon hearing that, you paused and turned back to him with a raised brow. "Do you need anything?"

"I'd like to speak with you about something urgent."

You silently glanced back at the door and then back at the blonde, you had arrived just in time to witness him get thrown out by your boss.

So you had a pretty good guess on why he wanted to discuss with you.

"I'm sorry but my boss's words are final, I have no say in them, so whatever you spoke with him about I can't do anything."

That was mostly a lie, but the blonde didn't need to know that.

"Please! I beg you, it will only take a minute."

Gazing at the sheer desperation on the man's face, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him.

..........

.....

Damnit.

You finally let out a sigh. "Go ahead, I can't promise anything though."

?!

Charles's face lit up with happiness as he gave you a beaming smile.

"Thank you!"

Despite your visible disinterest, the man excitedly explained his entire project to you in detail.

There might be hope to clean up the mess he made after all.

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Hope you guys liked the chapter!

I really need to focus back on my Yandere Animation Studios fic, that thing only has the trailer chap posted 😭

Anyways until next time ❣️

[bitkahuna]

no but this was hard as fuck and I'm proud

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“Who let you in a pub?” Sirius almost looked impressed.

“Invisibility cloak.”

Sirius nodded. “Right.”

But Remus wasn’t so quick to dismiss the situation. “How were you allowed out that late? You’re still thirteen! Don’t you have a curfew?”

Harry shrugged. “The Leaky Cauldron's unlocked till midnight.”

The lycanthrope blanched. “Are you-? Is- Harry. Please don’t tell me you’re staying at a tavern.”

“He only charges me half price.”

The two adults looked at each other, their faces conveying various levels of stress and concern.

“It’s where I stayed last summer.” He added. “Sirius used to follow me around.”

Remus looked at Sirius with wide eyes. “You knew?!”

“I was in hiding! Not like I knew he was doing it again this year! I figured he’d hole up with the Weasleys or something. Molly and Arthur keep offering.”

The werewolf’s face suddenly changed, as if struck by some brilliant idea. “That’s it! I’ll tell Molly. If she finds out, there’s no way she’d allow you to-”

“No!” Harry cried. “I like living on my own!” He insisted. “Besides,” he hesitated, thinking on his words. “I’ll stop telling you things. You know I’m going to keep doing stupid stuff, but at least this way you know about it. Wouldn’t it be worse to have no idea what I’m up to?”

Remus only stared down at Harry with a dropped jaw, while Sirius let out a laugh. “He’s got us there, Moony.”

“I already paid for the room anyway.”

Remus squinted his eyes, turning from Harry to Sirius. “You’re just going to sit there and laugh? You’re his godfather! He’s your legal responsibility!”

“Not yet. Dumbledore’s still getting my charges dropped. I don’t know how he’ll get me off for escaping, though.”

“Morally, he absolutely is your responsibility!” Remus took a deep breath before turning to the boy. “Harry, there’s some biscuits in the kitchen. Why don’t you go help yourself?”

Harry nodded, taking the cue and leaving the room. But he still listened in on their grumbles to each other through the closed door as they tried to keep their voices down. They didn’t do a very good job.

Remus began, "Really, Padfoot? Don’t you care at all about Harry being a homeless runaway?”

“Of course I care, but what am I supposed to do?”

“You may be on the run, but you own a fucking house. A house that nobody lives in! You aren’t helpless; you can give him a place to stay. And if you did, that old house elf of yours could keep an eye on him.”

“Kreacher?!”

“Yes!”

“Remus I know it’s been a while, but surely you must remember the absolute devil of a house elf that old man is! He’d hate Harry. He hates me!”

“Not like you make it very hard! Either way, you’d better come up with something. You’re his godfather; James chose you.”

"I didn’t ask him to.“

There was silence for a while. Even Harry swallowed at such a comment.

Did Sirius not want to be his godfather?

“How dare you.”

Harry’s eyes widened. He’d never heard Remus sound like that before. Not even when they confronted Peter. It was low, like the rolling thunder before a vicious storm.

“I know you’re mad that escaping Azkaban and killing Peter didn’t solve all your problems, but this is your life now, Sirius, and that boy is part of it. I know he spoke to you all the time in the Forbidden Forest. I know he’s told you things he probably hasn’t told me. He trusts you, Sirius. He loves you! James’ boy loves you, Sirius. And you’d dare to say something so heartless!”

"Remus, I-" Sirius' voice faltered. He sounded broken.

"Harry needs more than just a godfather," Remus continued, his voice tinged with a barely restrained anger. "He needs a home, Sirius. A family. He needs guidance; he needs someone who is not going to abandon him at the slightest inconvenience."

"I'm not abandoning him!" Sirius snapped.

"You might as well be!" Remus retorted. "You're too focused on your own problems to see what's happening right in front of you! He’s living in The Leaky fucking Caldron! He’s hanging out in Knockturn Alley! Not even you were ever so desperate to run away from home."

"And you think you're doing any better?!"

There was a brief, tense silence and Harry could picture the two men glaring at each other.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Moony. Of course I love Harry; I’d do anything for him. But …” Sirius’s voice faltered, “I just don’t know if I can be what he needs. I’ve been locked away for over a decade, and before that, you know as well as anyone else that I was never very responsible.”

“You don’t have to be perfect, Sirius!” Remus’ voice was laced with frustration. “You just have to be there for him, and right now that means giving him a safe place to stay. I'm not his godfather!" Remus finally said, nearly shouting. "I'm not the one James entrusted with his son."

"You're right." Sirius conceded after a pause. "You're not his godfather … maybe you should've been."

Harry felt sick. His arms wrapped around his stomach as he hurried towards Remus’ sink on shaking legs. He took a deep breath and tears flooded down his face as he held back nausea.

Sirius didn't want to be his godfather.

Sirius was rejecting him.

This was fine. It’s fine. Certainly, it’s fine. The Dursleys didn’t want to be his family either, so why does he care what some stupid escaped convict dogman thinks?

His legs trembled, and he sank to the floor, grabbing an empty bucket from under the tap and ducking his head inside, just in case. He was so tired of being sad.

"HOW DARE YOU?!” Remus roared.

“No! No, I didn’t mean it like that!”

“You're not just James and Lily's old friend anymore! You’re Harry’s family!"

"You're right, Moony!" His voice was strained. “I don’t know how to do this. I can barely take care of myself!”

“How about you start by thinking about him and not yourself for two fucking seconds, I’m begging you!”