#i miss writing maybe i should get back to it

[dollfacefantasy]

If you still write for jjk you should write for nanami blindfolding you with his tie :3

kento nanami x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, blindfold, daddy kink/ddlg, brat taming, overstimulation a/n: i totally still write for jjk <3

"ken..." you whimper as your bottom lip juts out into a wobbly pout.

he hums in acknowledgement. a short, low sound that doesn't offer much sympathy or relief to your problem. you're sure his face reflects the same mood. you can imagine it now - that flat line his lips settle into, the unyielding nature of his eyes. if only his stupid tie wasn't wrapped around your head, then you'd actually be able to see it.

"what is it, sweetheart?" he asks, as if he doesn't know. as if he's not the one who tied the knot at the back of your skull.

"i wanna- wanna see you," you plead. your voice breaks between words. it's hard to get out a coherent sentence while he's teasing you down below.

every few seconds, he drags the tip of his cock through your soaked folds. the leaky head nudges your sensitive little clit, drawing more whines from you. he won't stop, but he also won't slip it in. and you're pretty sure your lack of sight only makes the feeling more severe.

you're already all twitchy. the aftershocks of overstimulation still fizzle around in your tummy. he'd spent the last however-long devouring you, lapping at your cunt until you were begging for mercy. now he has you spread out before him. a pile of pillows supports your upper-half while his body between your legs keeps them nice and wide for him.

"i told you what the price would be if you acted up," he says coolly. "you know not to bother me when i'm working."

"but they already make you work so much. why do you gotta do work at home?" you say.

"it doesn't matter why. the reason why doesn't change the fact that i told you i needed some time to finish things up," he says.

"i'm sorry," you whimper. you want to squirm so bad, but you know it'll only get you in deeper trouble. "i just missed you."

"hmm. well, what else did i tell you?" he asks, leading you into answering away your chances at redemption.

"that you would spend the rest of the night with me when you were done..." you respond. the will to argue fades with every word.

"that's right. i told you that you would have all my attention as soon as i finished. but you couldn't be patient, so now as soon as i'm done with you, i'll have to go back in there and stay up for another hour to get it done."

not seeing kento's eyes right now is killer. you can't plead your case as well without your vision. you can't gauge his reactions or predict his next move. and without eye contact, his tone is so much more biting. it actually puts some shame into you. maybe that's why he's doing it...

"i'm sorry," you say for what feels like the fiftieth time tonight. "i know i should've left you alone. i just really missed you. you've been gone so much this week. you know i get a little stupid without you looking out for me..."

"don't give me that. don't try and blame your bad behavior on stupidity," he scolds. "you're a smart girl. you don't get stupid. you get bratty."

and with that, he rocks his hips forward, sliding his cock into you.

your back arches off the mattress, and you gasp at the unexpected intrusion. he pushes all the way inside in one go, not being gentle or giving you time to adjust to his size like he usually does. you whine at first, but the sound melts down into a pitiful symphony of whimpers. your body is on fire, burning in the best possible way. you're aching with sensitivity yet yearning for more all at the same time.

"mhm. my sweet, bratty girl. you're not dumb. you just choose not to think. you want what you want, and you believe you deserve it whenever it is that you want it," kento continues to lecture.

you feel the pressure of his palms dipping the mattress on either side of your head. your wish for the blindfold to come off gets even more intense as images of his flexing biceps and strong forearms fill your head.

"you don't care about my time or what i'm doing," he says with a particularly deep thrust.

you moan and grab at his shoulders. even though you can't see, you know exactly where they are and what they feel like.

"i- i do care. i-" you try to defend yourself. but he cuts you off with a sharp tug of your hips, spearing you further on his length and making you yelp.

"shhh, shhh. no more excuses," he hushes. his pelvis rolls against you rhythmically, thrusting his cock nice and deep every time. "you were a bad girl earlier, and nothing you say will change that."

a little cry escapes you upon hearing that. nothing you say? nothing can make it better?! so you're just supposed to accept the eternal damnation that is him considering you a bad girl? you can't. your eyes water under the silky fabric of the blindfold.

"but daddy," you whine, the title slipping out under the pressure of both your emotions and physical pleasure, "i don't want you to be mad at me."

"i'm not mad at you," he says simply. "i just want you to understand the consequences of your actions."

kento always wins at this game. it's just not fair. you got all whiny and needy so he'd do this, but of course, he had to do it in a way to make you genuinely regret it.

"you miss me, and you feel neglected, don't you? but instead of talking that out with me like a big girl, you get so fussy and throw a fit. and that never works out for you, does it?" he continues.

you shake your head, lip quivering. your too spun out of place for words.

"mhm, so next time, what are you gonna do?" he asks.

"use my words," you whimper.

"that's my good girl," he praises.

his thrusts are still deep and evenly-paced, but he's starting to pick up some speed now. you loop your arms around his neck, pulling him down close as can be. he reciprocates your desire for closeness with a tight hold on your waist.

he lays some kisses on your face. you feel his lips pepper over your cheeks and jaw, past the strap of silk and up to your hairline. every touch lets you know without words that he still loves you and you're still his even when you act up.

it's easy for you to fall over the edge. you were already half way there at the start from the overstimulation. but kento cums too after a few more breathless pumps. he grips you tight and buries his face in your neck, letting out a deep groan against your skin.

you feel his warmth flood you, and your eyes flutter. he fucks the ropes of cum into you, thrusting erratically against your center.

when he's all spent, he stays on top of you for a few moments, just basking in the afterglow. but once he's come down enough, he starts peeling himself off of your body. he pulls out and sits up beside you.

the first thing he does is pull his tie of your head. he unties the knot with his nimble fingers and then lays it on the nightstand. after that he gets up and goes through the normal routine - puts some clothes on, cleans you up, gets you tucked in.

only this time, he doesn't join you in bed. he stands at the edge, petting your head. you look up at him with guilty eyes.

"do you really have to do it tonight?" you ask.

he nods. "i want you to get some rest. i'll be back by the time you wake up. think about this before you try distracting me again," he murmurs.

he kisses your forehead once more before shutting off the light and slipping out of your bedroom to head down the hall towards his office.

[peanutalergy]

would you write something where Spencer finds reader's lost cat and brings it back to her then they keep in touch + they both develop a little crush on each other?

your writing is wonderful!! <3

-🪲

tags: fluff fluff fluff but there's making out (?) idk if that counts as anything; also lots of cursing lowkey; reader is lowk penelope garcia coded

w/c: 1.8k

a/n: tysm for the req that's an adorable idea unfortunately not such great execution from my part also I wrote this in like an hour I'm so exhausted I should go to sleep but whatever I also don't know if this what you meant anon I'm sorry if it's not 😭 yeah I hate this sorry idk what to say it sucks

MISSING CAT

orange, green eyed, really chubby cat, last seen at ~3:30pm on november 9th. he will answer to garfield or little fucker; most likely the latter, despite that not being his name. he's very clingy, he’ll probably come up to you and start rubbing on your leg like the little freak he is but he's actually just a baby who needs his mom (me) so please call this number if you find him.

reward: $10 and a kiss maybe if you’re nice enough

spencer chuckled when he reached the end of the text and saw the adorable picture of a ginger fat cat. he read over the number on the poster, making sure to keep it stored in a folder at the back of his head along with the image of garfield as he returned to his walk.

not even an hour later, when walking past a not-so-nice smelling trash can, he heard some loud purring coming from one of the boxes surrounding it.

if it were any other day, he would have ignored it, guessing it's just another stray cat, but he was still thinking about garfield and his seemingly interesting owner.

“garfield…?” spencer called out from afar. silence. he took a few steps closer, trying to peek over the box while keeping his distance so as to avoid getting jumped at and attacked. “little… fucker…?” he choked over the nickname.

immediately, the animal that had been in his mind since seeing his picture jumped out of the box, purring louder as he started rubbing on spencer’s legs. he chuckled despite being scared.

garfield wasn't nearly as well kept then as he was in the picture, due to the days he had been on the streets. still chubby, but dirty and with a few patches of dried blood in his fur. spencer tried to move away, seeing his pants getting smudged, but the cat just started following him.

spencer pulled out his phone and started dialing the number seen on the poster, still trying to avoid the animal. after a few rings, you picked up.

“hello?...”

“hi, is this garfield’s, uh… owner?”

“yeah, why? have you found him...?”

“i think i did, yeah.”

“oh my god, wait, actually? is he okay? are you serious?” you mumbled excitedly, sitting up from the position you were comfortably lying in, the show on your tv already forgotten.

“i am serious, yeah. i'm just out on a walk, and, uh… he was in a box near a trash can. he's all dirty and bloody, but he seems okay.”

“my poor baby” you said with a pout “where are you? wait– who are you? who do i owe my son’s life to? my savior, my hero?”

“oh, i’m just… just spencer, really.” he said with an awkward chuckle, giving in and leaning down to caress the cat, who immediately leans into his hands as if he's never been pet before, “spencer reid.”

“mm, cool. anyway, where are you? i’m going to pick him up. tell him mommy’s coming. actually maybe don't. don't refer to me as mommy, please.”

“uh, well, i wouldn't mind dropping him off at your place, if you want.”

“i thought you were on a walk? you're gonna walk all the way to my apartment with that fucker in your arms?”

“yeah, so… yeah, actually. does he… is he fine with being carried?”

“oh, totally, he loves uppies, but it's–”

“sorry, what? uppies??” he cut you off, confusion and disbelief clear in his voice.

“yeah…? uppies… like… when you carry an animal? in your arms?...” a bleach and tone, like???

“oh, okay…”

“yeah, so, he loves uppies. but it's just inconvenient, no? carrying him like that? where even are you, dude? is it not far?”

after you tell him your address, spencer decided it's close enough to walk there with an overweight cat in his arms. however, when he took forty minutes to show up at your door, panting and sweaty, you realized that probably wasn't a good idea.

“jesus, man, you could've just said you can't walk that long with this fucker.” you said as you opened the door, letting him in and taking the cat in your arms, talking to him in that tiny, baby voice. “oh my god, my baby, thank you so much. you poor thing. where were you, sweetheart? i missed you so so so much…”

spencer stood awkwardly in the doorway, wiping away the dirt that the animal left in his shirt, as you kept mumbling to him.

it must have been around another half hour before you set him down on the ground again, but when you did so, you looked at spencer and gasped, “oh, where are my manners? i'm so sorry, i forgot you were there. come in, jesus, come on in.”

he walked in, and after offering him a glass of water, you led him to sit on the couch. settling awkwardly beside you, he said “so, uh… is he alright? hurt..?”

“no, he's okay. i mean, as far as i can tell. not a vet, or anything. i don't think the blood is his… although that doesn't make it any less worrying. i'll give his vet a call. maybe stop by the clinic. yeah, i should probably stop by the clinic, shouldn't i?”

“yeah, probably. does he have all his vaccines?”

“of course.”

“still, there's a chance he would have caught a disease or eaten something that could have been infected. it's always good to make sure.”

“yeah, i know. i’ll give them a call, see if they can see us today.” you said, to which spencer replied with a nod, the two of you falling silent for a moment. “oh, right, the reward.”

you stood up and walked to the table, taking your wallet and a $10 bill from it. “there's no need, really… it's okay. don't worry about it” he argued, shaking his head when you offered him the money.

“no, oh my god, no, this is the least i can do. you walked so far, with that little heavy fucker. please, just take this. actually, you deserve more. i can barely handle to hold him for more than a few minutes, i'm not sure how you–” you look him up and down “–managed to walk with him for so long. just take the money.” you mumble, taking another bill from your wallet and handing it to him.

"no, no, really, it's fine, i swear."

"no, stop it. you're not leaving until you take this money."

he took it with a scoff, seeing how you won't take no for an answer.

“i should give you the other part of the reward, too.” you said with a chuckle as you sat back down beside him.

“what, the kiss?” he stammered, shaking his head as his face goes red and his eyes widened slightly.

“yeah, you want it?” he started stuttering when you said that, so before he got a proper word out, you added “nah, man, i'm just joking. i put that there to be funny, i'd never kiss a stranger like that.”

“oh, yeah, that… that makes sense.” he laughed shyly, nodding.

the cat showed up again, and you went back to talking about him, until spencer decided it's time to go home, which was only around a few hours later.

now, you're not sure when that turned into what it is now, but you're glad it did.

maybe it was the day after that, when you took garfield to the groomers, and sent spencer a picture of him when he got home, wearing the cute tie they always give him.

maybe it was when you started sending every picture you took of garfield to spencer.

or maybe it was when you started talking about things unrelated to the animal.

you're not sure. but now, spencer reid is at your place again, wearing a colorful hat and singing happy birthday to your cat.

of course, he's the only other person at the party. he's the only friend you were certain would show up. and that he did, after rambling about how the cat didn’t even know it was his birthday.

“woo hoo!! happy birthday, baby!” you exclaim when the song is over, taking the cat in your arms and giving him kisses.

“yay, happy birthday, garfield!” he says with a chuckle, petting him.

as soon as he starts getting fussy, though, you put him back down on the ground with a giggle, “yeah, yeah, off you go.”

“i did tell you he doesn't know the date he was born in.”

“well, yeah, but at least he's getting plenty of treats.” you shrug as you throw yourself on the sofa along with spencer, taking off the birthday hats and tossing them to the side. “he knows he's loved.”

“i'm sure he does” he mumbles, smiling at you softly.

“thanks, by the way” you mutter after a beat, turning to him and giving him a nod.

“for what?”

“finding him.”

“that was ages ago, you've thanked me 63 times since then.” he says with a laugh.

“it's not enough, though. he's a stupid little cat, i doubt he would have survived more time out there. you saved his life, probably.”

he nods, staying quiet for another moment.

“y'know, there is one way you could thank me.”

“yeah…?” you already know what he's talking about, he already knows that you already know. the blush in his cheeks that showed up as he said that, his fidgety fingers, the way he started avoiding your gaze.

“the, uhm… the other part of the reward…”

you'd tease him, make him actually say it, if it weren't for how anxious he looks. it physically hurts, how awkward he is.

so instead, you move your hands to his shoulders as you lean in to press your lips to his. for a second, you're scared this isn't what he was talking about. you're wondering if you've just screwed up a friendship, until he moves a shy hand up to your face.

he feels scared, at first. he holds your jaw, fingers gently tangling in your hair as he hesitantly kisses you. but when a moment goes by like that, and you move to sit on his lap, straddling his hips, it's like something within him changes.

he starts kissing you like you're the first and last thing he'll ever touch, his hands roaming down your body as he slides his tongue into your mouth. he bites and sucks at your bottom lip while his arms wrap around your waist, and your own arms go around his neck.

but a man can't live only off of his beloved’s lips. unfortunately, humans do need oxygen. so when he needs to pull away to breathe, he does so with a groan.

panting, you stare at each other with a smile, and pressing one quick peck to his lips, you whisper, “thank you.”

"no, thank you.”

[militaryapple]

A KNIGHT'S OATH

synposis. it has been many moons since you have lost your love, your knight. until one day he comes back, and shows you that he's here to stay.

cw. cunnilingus, p in v (stay safe girliepops), oral (reviving), lwk kinda angsty, oh knight caleb how i miss thee, hes a pretty chill guy, hi knightly caleb! here to save our hearts and - oh..

add ons. kinda sucked with this one sorry to let u guys down </3 hopefully u guys enjoy the smut still very plot heavy too ah.. i will fall in love with you over and over again also writing in like.. medieval times is LWKK HARD DONT GAG ME

wc. 3.9k

it was finally time to find a husband. you couldn’t delay your mother any longer, a princess cannot go so long without being wed. it was something you didn’t look forward to at all, something you wanted to hide away from. marriage. your heart felt heavy, and you curled into your bed.

you felt as if the world seemed crumble, any other soon - to - be child would be thrilled to get married. have children and rule an entire kingdom with one they shall call their husband for eternity, yet it didn’t feel right. maybe it was because your mother was trying to get you wed to some prince in a well off kingdom, or how unhappy you would be in such marriage.

yet those were not the reasons you felt such sadness. your hands made their way to your head, and your eyes began to swell due to the mere thought of why you felt so upset, so alone, so empty.

you had missed your knight, your darling knight so dearly.

muffled cries came out of you, your face red and puffed. oh how you missed him, how you loathed him for leaving you alone in such a world. how could he do this to you? if it was any other lowly girl, he wouldn’t have left in such a manner. without a trace — anything.

your heart was heavy remembering how your guard left. how one day, he was gone without a trace. how you had asked around your castle to hear the sighs of nearby guards or the scowls of your maids on how you should keep out of peasant business. a day where you realized fairly quickly, he was not to come back to your kingdom.

many moons have passed since this, many nights of sobbing in your chambers, waiting. waiting for a letter, a call, a man to come back into your arms to assure you that no matter what, he would never leave your side again, he was to not let you get hurt once more. "you will be alright, your highness." was what he would whisper to you before you hid away in your chambers from the world that asked so much of you.

you were naive, foolish. your mother should have you as her own personal jest for even believing that one day you were to marry the knight you fell so stupidly in love with. how could you let yourself get this silly? what witch had cursed your mind of the plague you called love? you must put yourself together. you are royalty, not a village girl. there are reputations you must uphold.

you sniffled, wiping your tears. no amount of sobs, pleads and cries will bring him back to you. no matter how much you beg to the gods above, to the stars and heavens, he was to not see you again. you had to accept this, move on. you were to be queen, and queens do not let love - no. emotions, get in the way of how they rule their kingdoms.

getting up, you had called for your maid. was moving on always this hard? was leaving the person you truly loved behind this disheartening? was your heart not ready to move on after so much ache? your mind flooded, it was scary. new. you haven't felt such ways in so long. the sound of your chamber doors whisked you out of the hole you called your mind.

it was your maid, she was here to dress you for the ball today. you stood, making your way to the folding screen and moving so she could dress you properly. "your highness," the woman whispered. "you shall't ask for that lowly knight anymore after this day, do you understand?" she had huffed out, fixing your corset before patting your skirt down and fluffing it out.

you nodded, silently. biting down on your lips as you held your tongue. she's always known what was best for you — she was your mothers old maid after all, so she knew best. the woman moved back, examining you. "oh dear," she said softly, putting her hands together and wiping away her tears. "you look.. perfect." she moved towards you, embracing you tightly.

you couldn't help but let out a stifled sob. the woman letting out a small "oh," before patting your head. "i know," she coo'd to you. her hands going from the crown of your head down to the end of it. "i thought, we were going to get married," you sobbed out, returning her touch.

the woman hitched her breath in, her hands now bringing themselves to your face and looking down at you. "you sound like your mother when she was younger," the woman chuckled softly, wiping your tears with her thumb. "if he was yours truly, he would find you no matter what, but alas he is not here. you are. you must proceed with your duties without him, it is time for you to become a woman. no longer shall you be a girl after this day." her hands were warm, and her gaze was like watching a sun set over the great horizons.

you could only nod in agreement, letting her finish on your hair and makeup. soon the woman was out of your chambers and gone in the quarter hallways of your palace. moving towards your mirror you couldn't help but look at yourself. oh how you longed for the man that was gone. the knight holding you closely, whispering sweet nothing's in your ear as he stared at you in the reflection. beauty, such natural beauty he saw in you, and in your imperfections.

letting out a deep sigh, you finally left your sleeping quarters, moving down the hall. your back straightened and head held high. another man, in the back following closely behind you. though, instead of laughing with the guard. smiling and looking back, you walked. forward. your face; straight and your heart heavy. you felt empty.

it wasn't until you had finally found your mother, her arms opening out to you as you embraced her. "darling, good news, we have found you a suitor! prince zayne!" she said, her arms opening wide out to your castle. you cringed. you've heard of him before. the stone cold prince who cared for no one, and only focused on the economy of his kingdom. he seemed as if he didn't care for love, like he didn't care for his future. yet, you stayed silent. "wonderous news, mother." you said softly avoiding her gaze.

"good, you shall dance with him tonight, do you understand? the final dance is reserved for both you and him." she turned to you, fixing your dress that had moved due to the walking. "smile dear, you shall rule over the world you know of now. the people need you, the people need a king." the words making you turn away.

she fell silent, your mother stepping away from you, not pressing the subject any further.

you had a duty, not a dream.

the night had fallen over the kingdom, darkness engulfing the second and third floor of your castle. your body sat still next to your mother as she encouraged you to go and make talk with the people who had danced around your ballroom. yet you didn't want to do that, you didn't want to do anything.

your eyes followed the people who moved, who swayed and spun around in happiness. yes, right. a day for you, for your wedding that is to be announced soon tonight. before you got up, a tall frame appeared in front of you. you looked up, seeing prince zayne. his hand out, waiting for you. reluctantly you grabbed his hand and followed down the stairs with him.

your arm wrapped around him, your hands intertwining with his. the music making you both sway so slowly. the prince leaned down, whispering in your ear. "we are to be engaged." he said softly. you shriek at the sound of it. "i know," you replied, the words coming out like a heavy weight on your chest. "you must know, as my wife, we shall't sleep in the same bed until your days or reproduction." his words were cold, you guess the rumors that floated around were true.

he spun you, your dress twirling before you latched back on to him, your face now shriveled up in disgust. "we shall't sleep together at all your royal highness." you muttered out "if we shall be wed, i shall wed with a man i love. you are not convincing me enough." your words cut through him like a knife, his interest in you piquing.

"our children will know of our loveless marriage, our kingdoms rely on both safety and security. the security you can give and the safety I can lie down." his words made you shiver, you so desperately wanted to push him away, yet all eyes were on you.

zayne noticed your unease. how your steps followed uneven with his — how you looked as if you have been shot with an arrow. he sighed before pulling away and bowing to you, speaking loudly. "apologies to cut this short your highness, yet i must go. hopefully you can save me a dance for another time." and with that, he was gone. your heart bubbled, and your eyes swelled. you ran.

you ran as fast as you could. it was all too much! marriage? unhappy children? a bleak life with a kingdom you will no longer have any urge to live for? not to mention your soon - to - be husband is a man who will take control and leave you with little to none! oh how you couldn't contain your sadness any longer, you've bottled up for so long just for it to pour out in a singular afternoon.

you ran to your chambers, the only safe area that allowed you comfort. your dress falling with you as you hit the ground the moment your door shut with you inside. the darkness swallowing you whole while you sobbed. you missed him, your knight, your love, your everything. yet he was not here, and you were to be wed to a man who cares not if you lived or died!

you were angry, upset and frustrated. you managed to wiggle yourself out of the dress that weighed you down and put on a more comfortable dress, breaking down bit by bit.

the quietness allowed your sobs to echo throughout your bedroom. your heart hurt and your body ached. it wasn’t until you heard ‘knock knock’ at your door. you sighed, wiping your face before getting up and sighing on your end of the wall. “i cannot come out this instant,” you said trying to keep your voice up. “return to me once the sun has risen.” you turned to walk away.

“has her royalness forgotten about me already?”

your eyes widen, turning straight to your door. that voice, so familiar yet so far — a lump forming in your throat. it has been so long, maybe — maybe it was some sort of curse. a curse of remembering, a curse to haunt you. yet, you couldn’t help yourself, holding the door gently.

you pushed it open. your hands making their way to your lips in a gasp, then holding out. there, in front of you stood a man. he was tall, his frame big yet lighter than you remember. his hydrangea hued eyes that once shined with such brightness, now softer and exhausted. “is it you? my caleb?” you asked, gently placing your hand to his cheek, caressing his broken smile.

his hand followed, cupping your hand as he sighed nuzzling into your touch. his hands were rough, more rough than what you have been used too. like instead of holding his sword high to scare off any wandering eyes, he had been put into action, far too much more than he needed to be. “you are gentle, treating me as if i am to break at some point.” he jested. your eyes followed around his body. his armor was dirtied, and his helmet stayed to his side exposing his face.

“have my prayers been heard? have they finally sent you back to me?” you whispered, your hands caressing every part of his face, how real he felt. he spoke like your caleb, he had to be him.

caleb couldn’t help but embrace you. his arm wrapping around you so easily like they have done many moons before. “i have spent a eternity coming back to you,” he said softly. “yet the love you feel for me, is not for me. i am not the same man you loved, i have hurt people. i am a monster,” his voice low.

you push him back, making his loose his footing before balancing himself. “you accuse me of not loving you? you surely jest!” you yelled. your hands balled into a fist as you glared at him. “i have waited! waited! you left without a trace! not a soul would speak a word about your absence — your existence! i have yearned and prayed for your return, your touch and protection! and you dare call me a fake!” it was pouring out of you. your anger and sadness.

“your highness — ” his voice cut sharp off. “what have you done? you claim to not be mines? what have you done in his place? what makes you have the right to claim that the man whom i love is no longer here? in front of me!” your hand now point at him, poking and pushing him.

calebs hand grabbed yours in retaliation. “i have hurt people! killed! i have slaughtered over dozens of men and used people! i had to — i needed to get back to you! it was all to get back to my lady! to get back to you!” his response loud, a match between voices to be heard, listened to. caleb dipped his head into yours, “i must protect you, as that was my swore oath to the queen. my oath to you.” he said softly.

he let go of you, his hands dropping yours, instead of your hands returning to your body they reached out for him. your arms holding over him, embracing him. “that does not wipe you away from me,” you said softly, bringing his gaze to yours. “does that mean i am not in love with the same man who has served and protected me? am i not in love with the same man who has stayed by my side for what had seemed like an eternity?" your voice seemed harsh, but laced with comfort.

"my lady," he said softly, you moved away from him. his gaze unwavering from you. "hush now, into my chamber. i shall call off the ball at once," you pushed him into your bedroom but he quickly grabbed your arm stopping you. "do not, you can hear the music from here. I shall have a dance with you," he said pulling you into his arms as your door closed on its own. his wrecked smile now blooming into a genuine one, his eyes beaming as they used to.

"you shall have a dance with me? sir caleb, if one does recall.. you are supposed to ask a lady to dance. what if I wish to dance alone?" you hummed in amusement. though it was already too late and he had already taken you both hand and waist. the slow movements of the music seemed to be more happy than when you were dancing with another.

caleb had spun you around, making you giggle in response. "if her royalness is to dance alone, surely that means she is waiting for some big, handsome knight to sweep her up off her feet and take her into his arms." before you could respond, he had picked you up and twirled you around making you laugh, more than you have ever in so long. it showed to him, he set you down, placing a kiss on your cheek.

"my fair lady," he bowed to you. "a lovely dance we had together." he hummed, you did the same. your dress pulling up as your legs crossed and you bowed down. "i can only say the same to you." you replied. before you knew it, the kingdom was entirely dark. the stillness surrounding you as you both realized that the ball had come to its end.

you looked back at the knight, worried. "you shall't leave!" you said quickly, the obscure switch of your emotions throwing him off as you pushed him to your bed, rushing to your door and putting a chair up to it, then back to him. "the night is still young, you must stay my love!" you whined out crawling on top of the poor knight. caleb let out a chuckle, "my lady," he hummed out. "if i were to leave i would've done so already, i am here to stay." his hands wrapping around your hairs that fell down your face, tickling him.

"yes but, what if you leave again? you had left me! you were gone without a word, no one would tell me anything! I cannot just trust that you will stay again, that you shall't hurt me once more," you bursted, your voice quieting down after each word. you choked back tears, oh how your knight hated seeing you hurt, his hands going from your hair to your cheek as he held you gently.

he hummed, his eyes grazing over you, "then if my lady does not believe my words," his hands brushing your cheek before moving down to your neck. "then I shall show her with my actions, shall I not?" caleb brought his hand to the crown of your neck, bringing you down to kiss him. he was gentle with you, steady. his mouth finding every part of your skin to kiss on.

his free hand traveled around your skin, unlacing your dress as he slipped his hands right between the fabric that had hidden your skin. "princess," he murmured, his gaze avoiding you then glancing back. "oh the things you do to me," he whined softly. you couldn't help but get up, moving away quickly as caleb sat up also. "was I too demanding? have I asked for too much of you?" he said worriedly, it wasn't the fact that he had just caressed you, touching you places no unmarried princess should allow anyone to touch - you were nervous. you shook your head. "i shall allow you to undress your armor first," you said looking away from him, and all caleb did was return a laugh.

"i am your knight, am i not? you will be the one taking off my armor, what is mine is yours." he stared as you crept closer to him, letting your top half of your empire gown fall. your tits pretty as you set next to the knight. you carefully helped him take off his armor, his eyes fixated on your pretty breasts.

once he was bare, he leaned in. kissing your neck as you let out small moans. "there you go," he hummed moving away from you, his hands now sliding against the skin of your thighs. he got off the bed, and knelt down to you, his eyes looking up at you. "may i?" he asked so nicely allowing you to return his question with a nod of approval.

calebs hand slid your dress up, his mouth following between your legs as he placed small kisses here and there, then his mouth latching on to your sensitive nub as he kissed and suckled on it. one of his hands still placed on your thigh, while the other rubbed small circles on your clit. oh how you felt so good, you moaned grabbing on to the softness of his hair. your legs twitch while he held one spread. "my gods, you are divine." he mumbled out.

the feeling made you gasp. it was new — and it felt so good. your hips rolling at the feeling of his tongue. your hand gripping his hair, while you whined. caleb hummed, his vibrations sending shivers down your body as you twitched. “uh uh princess,” he said softly, his hands holding your legs open while he could better a taste.

how he made you feel so good, your whines becoming begs and pleads, his pace quickening at the sounds of your moans. your hips practically rut against his mouth, his tongue coating every bit of your slit and folds, he wanted to make you feel good, make his princess know that he shall never leave her again. he was evil for leaving you; making you suffer.

you felt a heat rise in you, your heart thumping while you mindlessly whined. “i know,” he said softly, licking your clit as his hands rubbed furiously on your nub. “do you feel good here?” he looked at your swelled eyes, “a yes it is,” he said softly. placing his last kisses on your sobbing cunt, watching you shake and twitch on his mouth, waves crashing together as you felt your high come down.

caleb moved away, his body finding its way up and over you. his hands tugged on your dress, completely pulling it off you. he flipped you over; his cock pushed up against your sobbing cunt. “please, i’ve been waiting so long — let me make you feel good m’lady” he whined. you let out a small ‘go ahead’ he pushed inside of you shuddering at the feeling.

he stilled, waiting for any sound or moment of discomfort or pain but instead he was met with a moan. your hips rocking against him, his hips only moving in a rhythm agreeing with yours. you gasped, moaning and gripping your sheets. he coaxed you in adoration, and sweet murmurs of ‘i love you’ — grabbing your hips and rutting into you.

“we — ngh, are to be wed,” he groaned. his eyes falling on your pretty back, “and i will not leave you, mh, you will bear my children, and we will stay together. as king or queen, or as too common folk.” his thrusts were sloppy, hitting a spot that made you roll your eyes back. caleb kissed your body, worshipping every part of you that he could.

you felt the waves again, the heat of your climax. you sobbed as caleb took that as a sign. his pace quickening, snapping his hips into yours will harsher thrusts. “apologies, princess,” he groaned, his cock hit every angle of you, the sounds of ‘ah’ and ‘oh’s filled your room before you began to twitch, your waves crashing down as you climaxed. your juices leaking over his cock.

it didn’t stop caleb, his cock leaking inside of you as he continued to thrust himself inside your sobbing cunt. his breaths now sounds of your name, his arms wrapping around your body lifting you up so he could go deeper inside you.

his thrusts were nasty against you, “m going to protect you forever,” he whined. “is that all right, princess?” his lips kissing your neck — you too far out to respond. his hips becoming faster before he slammed into you, spilling himself inside of you. he gave you slow strokes before pulling out. watching you numb on your bed as you pant and fight for air.

he couldn’t help but kiss your head, petting it slowly and lying down next to you. “i told you,” he hummed. “i shall’t be leaving you anymore, my love. i am your knight, and yours alone.”

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[wendichester]

Hello! Could you write a Sam x reader where they are in a long-term relationship, like, *really* long term, and one day reader looks at their photo from the beginning of their relationship and just kinda gets sad about how they both changed, not only physically but also mentally?

𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 time, passing

summary. time passes but sam and you always remain

pairing. sam winchester x reader ; angsty

wordcount. 636

notes. honestly, nostalgia is a bitch. ugh. thanks for requesting luv 🩷

The motel room is dim, the only light coming from the cheap bedside lamp, casting everything in a muted yellow glow. The hunt had been rough—your body aches, Sam’s already fallen asleep on the bed behind you, and there’s a dull throb behind your eyes that promises a headache in the morning.

You should sleep. You should. But instead, you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a photograph in your hands.

It���s an old one. A crinkled, slightly faded snapshot from the early days of your relationship—when motel rooms still felt like adventures, when Sam's hair was a little shorter, his face a little softer. When you were both younger, untouched by so much loss.

The version of you in the picture is smiling, wide and unburdened, leaning into Sam with an arm around his waist. He’s got that dimpled grin, the one you used to see more often, and his hand is resting on your shoulder like he never wanted to let go.

Your fingers trace the edges of the photo, your chest tightening.

You still look at Sam every day, still love him just as fiercely—maybe even more. But it’s different now. The years have layered themselves onto him, onto you. His hair is longer, streaked with strands of silver that weren’t there before. There are lines on his face, carved by grief, exhaustion, time.

And you? You feel it too. It’s not just the reflection in the mirror—it’s deeper. You aren’t the same girl in the picture. She was hopeful in a way you’re not sure you could be anymore. You’ve both seen too much, lost too much.

Your throat tightens, and you press your lips together, inhaling through your nose.

Behind you, the bed creaks, and a warm hand ghosts over your back.

“What’re you doing up?” Sam’s voice is heavy with sleep, thick and warm like honey.

You exhale a small, sad laugh, shaking your head. “Just… thinking.”

He shifts, and a second later, his arms are around you, his chest pressing against your back, solid and steady. His chin rests on your shoulder, and when he sees the photo in your hands, he stills.

A slow, deep sigh leaves him, his fingers rubbing circles over your arm. "That was a long time ago."

You nod, your grip tightening around the edges of the picture. "We look so different."

Sam doesn’t answer right away, just buries his nose in your hair. "Yeah," he murmurs, voice quieter now. "We’ve been through a lot."

You swallow hard, staring at the faces in the photo. “Do you ever miss it? Who we were back then?”

His hold on you tightens, his lips brushing against your temple. "Sometimes." A pause. Then, softer—"But I wouldn’t trade it for what we have now."

A sharp ache blooms in your chest, and you close your eyes, leaning back into him.

Sam’s hands find yours, and he gently takes the photo from your grip, setting it on the nightstand. He turns you in his arms until you’re facing him, his hazel eyes soft, searching.

“We’ve changed,” he admits, cupping your face. “But that doesn’t mean we lost anything. We grew. We’re still here.” His thumb swipes over your cheek. “I still love you just as much as I did back then. Maybe more.”

Your breath stutters, something fragile breaking loose inside you.

And just like that, the weight in your chest lightens, just a little.

Because Sam is still here. You are still here. And even if time has worn you both down, even if the world has tried to pull you apart, you’re still standing. Together.

You wrap your arms around his neck, letting him pull you into the warmth of his body. His lips press against your forehead, lingering, grounding.

And for tonight, that’s enough.

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[cha0s-junkie]

Hii!! I love your writing. Thank you for taking the time and effort :))

If you’re taking requests, could you please write a yandere villain with a platonic hero reader? Maybe the villain discovers the hero’s civilian identity and becomes protective.

Or you can do whatever you want!! And no pressure at all if you don’t want to write this!! Thank you again :))

platonic yandere! villain x hero!reader

warnings; kidnapping, obsessive behavior (kind of)

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You regretted walking down this path. Maybe then you wouldn't have bumped into him, you wouldn't be held up by your neck only accompanied by your strangled noises as the villain choked the life out of you.

"It's pathetic really. I'd thought you would have put up more of a fight." He watches in amusement as you clawed at his hand, trying to do anything for him to let up for even a moment. "But you're just a sidekick wanting so badly to be a hero, hm?"

This was just unfair, you couldn't say anything to his stupid villain monologue, only being forced to listen to it as you slowly turned blue. Without warning, he rips off your mask.

"Weak heroes don't deserve to keep their dignity."

Fuck. The heroes association was going to kill you, they were going to fire you. You finally willed yourself to kick him and your foot lands square in his face. This makes him loosen his grip enough for you to pry his fingers from around your throat, dropping you straight to the ground.

You cough as your body tries to take in as much air as possible, your lungs burned as you tried to calm down enough to get back to the fight. You could feel yourself about to pass out, seems like the only fight that you should be focusing on was not blacking out in front of a villain.

"You...you have a decent kick, I'll give you that." He laughs, wiping the blood from his nose. "But you'll regret that, little hero."

"Stop- stop monologuing," You manage to say between breaths. "You villains never shut up."

His eye twitches as he finally turns back to you. You're still catching your breath on the ground, he walks up to you and crouches down to your level. You try your best to cover your face but to no avail, he grabs your face and forces you to look at him.

He definitely didn't expect this. Your face was scrunched up, hoping that somehow he wouldn't get a clear view of your face. But he did.

"Give me back my fucking mask, asshole!" You reach forward for your mask but he crushes it in a single hand as if it was just paper. You watch in horror as your mask falls to the ground in pieces. Your hero identity shattered, just like that.

"You're-" His breath hitches as his finger grazes a bruise that he had inflicted on your face. "It's you."

"What the fuck are you talking about-!?" This man was a lunatic. Even for him this was messed up, he finally lets you go and you punch him in the face. He doesn't react, his head doesn't whip to the side like it usually does.

In pure rage you continue to punch him, he took your identity away from you. He's unmoving, standing there taking all of your punches. Not a single sound of pain or even a flinch.

Was he faking it the entire time?

He grabs your fist as you swung again, forcing you to stop. "Enough playing hero, you're hurt." His voice is soft.

What?

You kick at him now, jumping up to aim at his face again but he moves in an inhuman speed. Even faster than normal, he catches you as you land and now you were somehow in the arms of the villain that had been terrorizing you.

"I'm- I'm sorry for hurting you," He's floating in the air now. You're scared. This wasn't how you expected this to go at all, somehow his mercy was scarier than his normal villainy. "I never realized- my baby sibling, I missed you so much."

"You're fucking insane, I don't know who you are." You hissed at him, still struggling even as he levitates further into the air. "...Father separated us from young, only thinking for himself as he experimented with his own children. But you've always been so sweet and kind, no wonder the heroes has their claws in you, polluting you with their fake rhetoric."

He holds you tighter as memories from his childhood came back to him. You were still so sweet and innocent, it was only right that he had you back in his arms.

More monologuing. "Even if any of your delusional rambling was real, I wouldn't want anything to do with your crazy ass. You're evil, a villain and I fucking hate you for it."

You're still trying your hardest to hit him, but he has your arms tight to your side that you could barely move. All he does is smile at you. "It's okay, I'll help you remember me. It takes time, and I'll be there with you every step of the way.

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[mybworlds]

Isn't she lovely

Pairing: newdad!joel x f!reader

Summary: You and Joel are becoming parents for the first time. He is so excited, scared, but most of all immensely happy and all he wants is to protect you and keep you safe.

TW: use of you, no Y/N. No outbreak. Established relationship. Reference to previous pregnancies and abortions, but these events are mentioned only. Pregnancy and birth. No blood. Joel as a daddy.

A/N This is a one-shot. I know I should update a lot of ff and not write random one-shots, but I had to write a cute and dad-like Joel. Also, I'm not a mom so some - or maybe all, I don't know - things are inaccurate, but please take it for what it is.

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You have taken the pregnancy test three times and each time the result is the same: it's positive. You are pregnant.

You should be jumping for joy, crying, skipping around, feeling on cloud nine, but you can't feel any of it except fear.

Joel, your partner, as soon as he finds out, will hug you tightly and will have many sweet and reassuring words for you, you're sure of it. You want to be strong for him, as well as for yourself. You want to relegate to a tiny corner of your head all the bad thoughts and terror that are currently going through your mind.

You rinse your face and then gently dry it. You look at yourself as if to see if something about your appearance has already changed, but of course it hasn’t. It’s too soon.

You caress your belly as if you already want to protect that small immense gift hoping that this time he or she will be able to come into this world. Your face frowns and the corners of your mouth bend slightly downwards in a sad and regretful expression.

The doctors told you that it wasn't your fault if your previous two pregnancies didn't go well, not to blame yourself at all. But you still felt guilty and for a long time you did nothing but feel empty, alone and useless even though your Joel hugged you tightly, kissed you on the cheek and on your forehead telling you “Don't worry, everything will be fine, babe. I love you even more.”

Oh, you love that man so much, he always knows what to say to somehow make you breathe again. He’s a wonderful, extraordinary, strong, protective, caring man. Your man. He never made you feel wrong or said unkind words to you, ever. Not even after a long, hard day at work.

Your life together has always been full and satisfying. A child would be the crowning glory of all this. For both of you it is, but after what happened he told you on more than one occasion that you don't necessarily have to have a child to feel fulfilled or happy, but you know that deep down he's only saying that so you don't feel sorry.

Will he be happy? Or will he give you a long, silent look and then hug you as if to give you strength and support?

You leave the room to go to the kitchen and start preparing dinner, trying to find the right words to tell him about your pregnancy. The hours pass, but the more you think about what to say to him, the more your fear of making real what is growing inside you increases. You hear the brake of his SUV stop in the driveway, he's back.

“Hey, babe.” he greets you by opening the door and then closing it behind him. He immediately reaches you, hugging you tightly from behind and wrapping you in his arms, then he moves some locks of your hair exposing a small portion of your neck where he leaves light kisses that makes you giggle and immediately turn towards him and kiss him properly.

“I missed you so much,” you say, smiling and wrapping your arms around his neck before placing a kiss on his plushy lips.

“I missed you the most.” He says in a low voice and then caresses the tip of your nose with his “I’m going to take a shower and then I’ll come over and tell you about the latest updates at the construction site.”

"Don't take too long," you say, smiling at him.

He kisses you again gently and then disappears, closing the bathroom door behind him.

“What the fuck...?!” you hear him exclaim a few moments later “Baby! Darlin'!” he exclaims suddenly opening the door and rushing towards you, he hugs you tightly making you do a little pirouette in mid-air.

“Oh, no, no, your back!” you exclaim, giggling and at the same time wrapping your arms around his neck again.

“Sweetie,” he says, bringing you back down to earth and giving you a kiss on the lips “We're pregnant, we're expecting a baby!” he exclaims all excitedly with a smile that goes from ear to ear “Oh my God, baby, I… why didn’t you tell me right away?”

He’s so happy, his enthusiasm is almost overwhelming and for a moment you let yourself be overcome by this strong and sweet emotion, but it lasts only a moment.

“I’m sorry.” You say, lowering your head. “Joel, I’m scared, y’know. I’m scared of...” your voice trembles and the words get stuck in your throat “I couldn’t bear to…”

Your fear is that of losing another little one, but above all reading that pain that Joel camouflages with caresses and that sweet and understanding look that makes you love him more and more every day.

“Shh, babe,” he calls, circling your face with both hands and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, “everything's going to be okay.” He smiles at you. “We will be parents and spoil our child.” You smile, feeling your eyes shining with emotion. “I love you so much.”

“Oh, I love you too,” you reply with a shaky voice, as he places a delicate kiss on your lips.

You really want to believe that this time it will be like this, you really want to hope that you’ll be able to hold your sweet and dreamed-of bundle in your arms.

Months pass and your belly grows.

The doctor recommended a long period of rest and quiet, Joel made sure you ate a proper meal every day, he made sure you got enough sleep, he spoiled and pampered you like never before taking care of you in every way possible and the evening before turning off the light he bends over your belly kissing sweetly where he imagines your baby’s head is and begins to talk to your little one telling about his job, how much he’s loved and wanted.

As the days go by, you feel your baby starting to grow and move and it's such a beautiful and scary feeling at the same time, but then you think about how much you can't wait to see your child and hear him or her little screams.

Joel is even more caring as time goes by, he makes you feel more loved every day and you couldn't feel more grateful.

It's all magical even though your great fear hasn't left you... moreover, you wonder if you'll be a good mother, if you'll know how to cuddle him well, if you'll be able to take care of him properly.

“Hey, babe,” your lover’s warm, husky voice brings you back to the moment. “Are you okay?” You nod. “Are you sure?”

“I was wondering if I’ll be a good mother, if this time…” your words catch in your throat and you run a hand over your belly.

“Hey, no, no, no. Look at me. It's gonna be okay. Do you trust me?”

“Always.” you answer him, he in response kisses you softly on the lips and then on your belly, caressing it gently.

“You’ll see, our daughter will make it. We’ll hold her in our arms.” he tells you, curling up in front of you, he takes your hands and kisses them “I love you, you know that.” you nod “And then she will be a very lucky little girl because she’s so very wanted and already so much loved. And then she can enjoy your wonderful and sweet voice,” you smile “I can't wait to hug her tight, you know?” he confides in you and you find yourself smiling tenderly.

“In the meantime, you can hug her mommy,” you tell him, giving him a knowing look.

“Sure, I love this little mummy.” he tells you, spreading kisses on your cheeks, on your forehead, on your lips, making you smile.

“Oh!” you exclaim, jumping a little and settling into your chair.

“What? What is it?” Joel asks you with a worried voice, looking into your eyes to understand what the problem is.

“The baby… moved,” you take his hand and bring it to your belly “do you feel him?” At that moment you both feel what you imagine is a little foot. Joel looks at you almost open-mouthed, his eyes wide with wonder and shining with joy. He moves his hand away and brings his lips to your tummy, where you felt your little one move, then he puts his ear down and listens to the other little movements of your child, “Do you know what she’s saying?”

“She?!”

“Yeah, I know she's a baby girl, I have a sixth sense for these things!” he exclaims happily, while you can't help but smile at the sight of that almost blissful expression painted on his face. You chuckle throwing your head back, “And, what is she saying?”

“She says she can't wait to go out so she can see us and hug us tightly, she also says she’d like to play football and that she would like us to go and applaud her when she scores because she will be a great striker.” you slide a hand through your Joel's wavy hair feeling a surge of great tenderness and joy for what he’s saying.

“Do you already know that she will play soccer?” you ask him without losing your smile.

He nods, “I could stay like this all day.” He says smiling before resting his head on your tummy again.

“Please, daddy, our daughter needs you to be strong when she’s born so you can teach her your hooks and how to kick even harder than she already is.” you reply by caressing his profile “Anyway, we're having an ultrasound tomorrow and that way we'll know the sex of our baby.”

He kisses your belly once more then looks up at your face, “Can't wait.”

You don't think you've ever seen Joel so excited. If he could, he would press his face against the monitor just to see every little detail of your child.

“Oh, I knew it was a girl!” he exclaims, pointing a finger at the monitor while squeezing your hand tightly.

“Um, no Mr. Miller that’s a foot,” the gynecologist politely corrects him.

“Oh, and that instead?” he asks, pointing to another corner of the monitor.

“That's a little hand.” she replies politely, “Well, there's nothing wrong anyway. The pregnancy is going well. Your little one is healthy and has a strong little heart, growth is normal. Everything’s going well,” she informs you with a big smile.

You can hardly believe it. You are speechless with joy. You are enchanted by the sound of his little heart, it’s so strong.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” Joel asks impatiently, you will love your child either way, but now you are curious to know the sex too.

“Well, let’s see if we can do it this time,” the doctor moves the probe several times, but the baby, as if to play a prank on you, keeps his legs curled up, thus blocking the view. “Um, no. I’m sorry. In the future I fear he will be a very private person." The gynecologist jokes, “Well, I’ll leave you two alone for a moment.” she states before getting up from the chair and leaving you with the ultrasound in your hands so you can fully enjoy the moment.

“Babe,” he whispers softly in your ear, “I love you. I love you both.” he murmurs while your baby's heartbeat provides the background to this sweet and intimate moment.

Months pass and one night you suddenly wake up feeling completely wet and with strange, painful twinges. Your waters broke and you and Joel have to go to the hospital. Joel doesn't lose sight of you for a moment, he watches you in the rearview mirror. You want to hide the pain you're feeling, you want him to always see you as strong, but it's so hard right now.

Everything that follows is very fast, or maybe you are just in so much pain that you can't focus on anything else. Joel is almost always by your side, never failing to caress your sweaty forehead, squeeze your hand and say things like, “You’re doing great, mama.”

You want to thank him, tell him you're hurting, but all you can do is moan in pain and mutter incoherent words alternating with screams of pain. You feel like you’re about to split in two and that’s when you cling to Joel with all your might, “Joel!” you exclaim in fear.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me, darlin’,” your vision is totally blurred, but you try to focus on your beloved's tired but still dear face, on his dark eyes, on your clasped hands, on your intertwined fingers “don't give up now. You'll be a mother soon, babe.” you try to smile, while another contraction makes you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Ma’am, now you must push as hard as you can,” the midwife tells you, urging you not to give up and make one last painful effort.

You squeeze your eyes shut and, squeezing Joel's hand tightly, you push with all the strength you have, the pain you feel is unspeakable, but this is followed by the most beautiful and magical sound of all, your daughter's crying.

“She’s a beautiful little girl,” announces the doctor, still holding your crying daughter in her arms, her little fists tightly clenched.

“You did it, baby. You’re a mommy, honey. I’m a daddy,” Joel says, his voice breaking.

You throw your head back on the pillow from exhaustion, but you smile and cry because of the pain that very very slowly gives way to the joy of knowing your daughter is healthy and strong judging by how she screams.

“You were right, it’s a girl,” you mutter, completely exhausted.

After you had fully recovered and your daughter cleaned, weighed and examined, the doctors left you your little bundle. Joel holds your little bean gently in his strong arms.

“My lil baby girl, you can't even imagine how much I love you, together we will do many things, I promise. I will teach you to play soccer, I will take you to dance if you want. You'll see, Mom and I will teach you many beautiful things. Mom will teach you how to cook and you and I will try and make a mess everywhere.” you smile tenderly hearing all his plans feeling the tears of joy pricking your eyes, your heart full of warmth and love, he will be a great dad for sure, “Mommy will also teach you to sing, she sings all the time in the shower, and when you grow up I'll teach you to play on guitar. Mommy will teach you the sweetest and most beautiful things and I will love to watch and share these moments with you. We'll be happy, you'll see.” he continues to then place a very delicate kiss on your daughter's head. Joel looks at her in love as if she were the most beautiful and important thing in his life, then he turns his head towards you “I will protect you at all costs. Always and in any case, you are the loves of my life.” he adds before approaching you “Do you feel like keeping her?” he asks you with a knowing smile.

You take her in your arms and when you finally hold her to your chest and see her so small, tender and fragile you feel that finally every part of you is in the right place, at the right time.

Shy tears fly, “Hello, my sweet darling, it's your mommy.” You say smiling at her and immediately looking for Joel's eyes, who is also visibly moved.

“Isn’t she lovely?” he says approaching you both, while you rest your head exhausted against his shoulder and invaded by a joy that grows more and more every minute, “I love you, babe.” he tells you kissing your head.

“Baby, we love you.” you say placing a kiss on your daughter's head and caressing her chubby face with your fingertips “You’re so loved. We will do everything to protect you and help you grow in the best way, it won't always be easy, but we’ll make it.”

Joel kisses you, smiles at you before going away for a coffee, so he says, but knowing him he will go to the car and cry for joy. He has always been very very reserved in showing certain emotions like crying and that's also what you love so much about him. He's so sweet even though he always wants to be tough.

A few hours later the nurse comes to tell you everything that needs to be done and you see him so attentive, concerned, you know he does it because he wants you to rest and recover quickly, but you also know that he does it because he’s already madly in love with your daughter.

You will be a happy family.

[bumblebriez]

Love Stricken (PT.3)

(Gojo Satoru x Chubby!Fem!Reader)

(PT.1) (PT.2)

⚠️⚠️⚠️: Swearing, no smut in this one, just a bit of love and a BAD possessive Ex.

Never in a million years would you think, you'd catch the eyes of a certain jujutsu sorcerer but you did and with that came alot of consequences. That you would eventually find out the hard way.

Your parents vanished a good couple of years ago with no knowledge of why and where, leaving you; the eldest, to care and provide for your younger siblings. Being responsible and forgetting about the life you used to live, you felt lost. Struggling a lot with your self worth.

Your best friend took it upon herself to finally get you to live your life a little more by taking you out on the town for a night.

But you found that night was the start of your downfall.

Ahhhhhh hah heeeyyy 🫣

So we listen and we don’t judge..

Nah but for real, apologies for taking a long time, I really haven’t picked up any of my works, I just haven’t been motivated to write at all but what I did end up writing ages ago, I just finished. Just a reminder this isn’t following the plot, there will be aspects from it but not really.

Im gonna try and motivate myself more because I really do enjoy writing and I was really enjoying getting into the rhythm of this one. I have some… plans for this.

Sadly this chapter isn’t as long as the last two but I’ll make up for it. Appreciate the support! Thank you for reading! <3

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GIF by saewrq

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It been a good couple of weeks since you heard from Gojo. You quite literally held onto the fact he would call you back later.

You convinced yourself that he was just busy to save yourself some pity.

You’d kind of wished you had forgotten the whole thing but atlas, you didn’t. Every night you laid there, staring at your phone; waiting for his name to flash on the screen.

And now you’re thinking; maybe you should have called him instead.

Maybe you were in over your head already.

Maybe you were feeling delusional.

Another week goes by and you find yourself standing in your small kitchen, staring at a new bouquet of flowers that sat upon the counter.

You had assumed that they were from Gojo, though it didn’t say. You wouldn’t lie.. it was a cute gesture but it pissed you off. How did he have the time to send you fucking flowers but not send you a simple text?

Your phone resting in your hand and you struggle to tap on his contact. You run your free hand through your messy hair; trying and failing at calming your overwhelming body.

Letting out a sigh of defeat, you place your phone softly on the counter. Anxiety ran through your veins, shaking your body at the simple thought of even sending a text.

You didn’t want to seem… needy.

Even though you haven’t even tried to talk to the man.

Maybe you were playing too much and you just missed out on something that could’ve been great.

All these intrusive thoughts ran through your head, making you feel worse and worse. You fail to notice little eyes peering up at you.

“Sidda?” You break from your trance, turning to look down at the little strawberry blonde haired girl. Her little fingers wrapping around the edge of the hoodie, you wore.

“Yes baby?” You hummed, crouching down to her level.

“Are we still going to the park today, like you promised?”Her body swayed slightly as if she was nervous to ask. The question immediately triggering a previous memory of the promise from last week.

“Shit.” You whispered to yourself, Akari not hearing your swear.

“Yes.. yes! Of course. Go get your brother and we can get ready to leave.” Your eyes fluttered to your kitchen window, the bright sun rays shining through.

It is a beautiful day.

A day for distractions.

You watched excitement spread across the wee girl’s face; your lips curl into a smile.

Akari darts off, wasting no more time; her voice echoing throughout the house, hollering after her brother.

You take one last look at your phone; a desperate attempted at manifestation.

Demolishing every last bit of hope you clung onto, you let out a sigh of defeat. Your feet move before your body as they slowly stride out of the kitchen.

At least it was a good night. One you most likely won’t forget.

Little to your knowledge, the day was only beginning.

**

A faded smile sits on your lips as you watch the memory play on your phone. It was an old video, one where Akari didn’t even exist yet.

You watch as your father hoists your little brother into the air when he was just a wee boy, his giggling flew out of your phone’s speakers.

A familiar sadness filled your core as you swiped to another video.

Your mother was cradling her newborn in her arms, a cute little girl. Your mother’s eyes were filled with so much love as she stared down at Akari. It wasn’t long after that they had vanished, leaving nothing but leaving you with everything.

Your tongue swiped at your bottom lip, wetting the dryness as you lock your phone, having enough of reminiscing.

You look over to where your siblings had gone off too and see your little brother pushing your baby sister on the swing.

Families walked past you of all shapes and sizes, parents and their newborns. No broken families insight.

You were lost in your daze not noticing your little brother approaching you. Alone.

“Have you seen Akari?” You jump at the sudden voice, immediately alarmed.

“What do you mean Riku? She was just with you?” You exclaimed to the younger ebony haired boy, moving to stand up; your eyes scanning the playground equipment.

“I know. She just ran off, I assumed she was coming to you.” He said back, following you as you slowly made your way around the playground, looking for your little bundle of joy.

“You can’t take your eyes off her, you know that.”

“Why weren’t you watching then!” You chose to ignore his comment, knowing he was right. You should’ve known better.

Your pace started to speed up as you felt your heart leap into your throat. If anything happened to her, you would never forgive yourself.

“She kept saying something about patting the pretty doggy. Dogs aren’t even aloud in here.” Riku spoke as he kept up with you. That only made you worry even more, thinking she left the safety of the boundaries.

Both of you past the food stands, specifically the ice cream one, thinking maybe she changed her course and was wanting an ice cream.

You accidentally bumped into a man, not bothering to look up, too focused on your own.

You muttered a quick apology before setting off again, pulling your little brother with you.

The man stood in shock and confusion at the sudden impact that he was not expecting; watching as you disappeared from his view.

To your relief, the search was short lived as the familiar strawberry blonde started to come into view.

You sigh loudly as you made your way to her, seeing a teen crouched down, talking to the little girl.

“Akari! You can’t run off like that.” Ignoring the teen, you quickly pulled the girl into your arms, squeezing her tightly.

“I wanted to pat the pretty puppy.” Her voice croaked out as you held her at arms length.

“Honey. Dogs aren’t aloud in here.” You say softly as you caressed her plush red cheek in your hand.

“Yeah. Idiot.” Riku muttered lightly, earning a glare from you.

“Yes they are. It was his doggy!” She pointed to the teen behind her and you finally acknowledged the awkward teen as he stared at the little girl with a semi shocked expression.

“I’m sorry about her. She has a crazy imagination. Always running off to find something new.” You grumbled, standing to your feet, dusting the grit from your knees; attention on him.

“It’s.. fine.” The teen spoke with uncertainty, his dark blue eyes meeting yours. Making you feel a little uneasy as the shock was quick to go, replaced by a stoic expression.

“Thank you for staying with her..?”

“Megumi.”

“Megumi! Thank you. I appreciate it.” You exclaimed with a bright smile. He didn’t really respond, simply giving you a nod.

“Y/N?”

You turn to the man that was approaching your little group, who just happened to be the one you ran into earlier. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint where you’ve seen him from or why he felt so familiar.

He was sporting a dark blue jacket with a high collar and matching slim pants, along with a pair of black dress boots.

But what stood out the most to you was the black blindfold he was wearing.

Not to mention the deathly familiar pure white hair.

Just as you were going to apologise for bumping into him, it hit you like a truck.

“Satoru?”

“I see you’ve met one of my students.” He gestured to Megumi but your eyes never left his form.

You’ve been waiting for weeks to hear from this man.

And here he was. Two ice creams in his hands. At the park.

All kinds of feelings surge through your body as all kinds of thoughts swirled in your head.

Realising this was definitely not the place to speak your mind. You don’t speak.

at least to him.

“Come on kids. We’re leaving.” You mumbled down to your siblings. Avoiding wherever Gojo’s glaze was.

“But-“ Akari tried to protest but you just gave her a stern look, quick to interrupt her; your hands pushing against their backs.

“I said we’re leaving.”

Satoru was shocked when he saw you, he saw you a mile away. Excitement was brewing in his chest at the thought he’d finally get to see you again, to the point he’d purposely allowed you to bump into him; lowering his infinity.

But to his surprise, you didn’t recognise him. At least not right away.

He wasn’t going to lie.

He was expecting a bigger reaction from you than what he got.

And he knew deep down, he was definitely the cause.

Work was busy, it was very hands on; more than normal. These special grade curses were really giving it to him; especially Sukana and from that he didn’t realise how much time had passed.

Satoru watched your retreating form, most definitely watching your plump ass swaying with every step.

“Who and what did you do to her?” Gojo’s not only student but dependent muttered to him; eyeing his guardian suspiciously.

“That’s offensive. I’m offended!” Megumi rolled his eyes annoyingly at the ‘adult’ and his deflection at the question.

Satoru sighed softly, the smile he was forcing dropping slightly.

“Completely nothing. That’s why.” The raven haired boy’s eyebrow raised as Gojo’s facade slipped away for a second.

“You two should probably make up. That little girl saw my shikigami. She could be in trouble.”

Gojo tapped his chin as thoughts ran through his head. He was obviously pretty good at sensing cursed energy but he didn’t sense any within you.

Were they your offspring?

Where was their dad?

“You’re right Gumi!” His feet moved before his torso, a hop to his step; pushing the ice cream cones he just purchased into Megumi’s hands.

“Where are you going? We are supposed to be looking for this special grade.” Megumi called out, watching his guardian bounce away.

“To make up! You’ve got this!” The raven huffed out before looking down at his shikigami companion; the living twin.

“Don’t call me that.” The boy whispered more to himself before poking his tongue out to lick at the frozen concoction.

“Gross. Rum raisin.”

**

You sit in your room with your head in your hands, your foot was bouncing against the hardwood floor.

You felt anger. Unnecessary anger. Shame.

His stupid handsome face kept flashing in your mind. It was driving you crazy.

You really shouldn’t be angry, it takes two to tango but is it wrong to expect someone to make the first move?

You’ve been fucked over and fooled too many times to count and with a guy like Gojo.. you want to take extra precautions.

Is that so wrong?

Why do you feel so stupid then?

“What’s wrong?” You quickly lift your head up and see Riku standing in your doorway, looking at you with almost worry.

“It’s nothing. Just have a headache.” You smile briefly, correcting your posture.

“It’s not what I said right? I’m sorry if it is.” His almost worrying expression deepened; his eyes glistening.

“No no. It’s not that. It’s really nothing.” Obviously it was something. You just didn’t want to explain you’d caught feelings for the guy you had a one night stand with to your 13 year old brother.

The boys frown deepened, knowing it wasn’t nothing. He knew you better than that but for his own safety, he wasn’t going to push it further.

The last thing he wanted to see was you upset over nothing that was obviously something.

“Where’s your sister?” You asked as you watched Riku make his way over to you, taking a seat beside you.

“Watching her dumb show.” The boy muttered with an annoyed tone. You smiled sweetly before bumping him softly with your elbow “You use to watch dumb shows too.”

Riku scoffed with a roll of his eyes “Yeah but not like hers. They are really dumb.” You giggled at your younger brother.

You hummed lightly, wrapping an arm around his back; pulling him closer, squeezing softly.

“Do you still think about Mum and Dad?” That previous feeling of sadness returned, your smile dropped slightly.

“Of course. Every now and again.” You spoke with a small voice.

“I don’t. Every-time I think about them, I get mad.” Your hand brushed through Riku’s jet black locks.

“What makes you mad?”

“That they left. They left us here.” Your head tilted to rest on the crown of his own. You weren’t going to lie, you were resentful. You use to be filled to the brim with anger.

So you understood completely where he was coming from but the more you grew into the person you are now.. the more responsible you became.

You had no room for unwarranted feelings. You had had kids to care for. You needed to be different. You needed to grow up.

Perhaps that’s where a lot of your problems stem from. Perhaps those feelings are still there, bottled up.

“Siddda.” The comfort of the silence was broken as your little sister appeared in your room. Pulling a slight grumble from Riku.

“Yes baby?” Her little hand pointed in the direction of the living room.

“There’s a weird man at the front door, he’s asking for you.” You perked an eyebrow at Akari before pushing Riku from you; gently.

“Both of you, stay here.” You muttered, pushing your sister further into your room.

Your feet hit the hardwood floors softly as you strided your way to the living room.

Immediately you halt as you see the ‘weird’ man now in your humble abode. Shivers ran up your spine as your eyes take him in.

“I thought she would recognise me, I’m a bit hurt.”

You straightened your posture, staring coldly at the man.

“Why would she?”

He tilted his head at you, a smirk resting on his lips. “She did love me.”

“She was two.”

He started to look around your home, taking small steps towards you. Making you feel on edge more than you already are.

“Nothings changed I see.”

“What do you want Zack?”

You huffed in annoyance, placing your hands on your hips as you stared daggers at your.. previous partner.

His smirk widened slightly as you almost prowled around your living room, his eyes never leaving yours. “Can’t I just visit an old friend?”

You removed your hands from your hips, crossing your arms across your chest instead, the annoyed expression deepening on your features. “We are not friends. If I remember correctly, we ended on bad terms.”

Zack let out a small breathless chuckle, his eyes glancing over at the entrance to the kitchen, seeing your flowers sitting on the counter but the archway. He changed the topic quick.

“I see you got my flowers.” His eyes landed back onto you.

“Your-“ Your eyes widened slightly, realising you had been wrong. They weren’t from Gojo. They were from HIM. “You sent them?”

He let out a small playful scoff “Of course. Who else?”

You couldn’t help be feel the pang of disappointment in your heart, your face showing that you were more offended than disappointed though, trying to hide the fact.

He lean forward a little that stupid smirk still on his lips “Did you think you got it from someone else? Please.”

“Who would send you flowers when you barely leave the house?” He continued to talk down to you, his tone carrying not only amusement but condescension.

“You need to leave.” You spoke in a stern tone, not in the mood for his antics, you didn’t know why he was here and frankly you couldn’t care less.

“Come on. I know you miss me.” Zack purred, starting to slowly make his way over to you, you couldn’t help yourself as your body recoiled slightly, taking a few steps back, not wanting him any closer.

Your breathing hitched as you felt your back hit the wall and Zack was now standing in front of you, you could practically smell his awful cologne that you always hated flowing off him in waves.

“See. I can see it. You still want me.”

You turned your nose up at him, unable to hide the disgust that started to rise inside you. “I don’t.” Unable to stop the growl.

Suddenly Zack slammed you against the wall, holding you against it by your shoulders, his smirk turning into something more.. sinister. A look you were all to familiar with.

You couldn’t help the hard flinch from your body, the sharp gasp that escaped your lips.

Zack’s eyes glimmered as he leaned in towards your ear “You’re mine. Always will be.” A cold shiver ran through you, fear slowly creeping through.

“What are you doing?” A younger voice broke through the tension, saving you from.. whatever the situation was leading too.

Both You and Zack turned towards the voice and you saw Riku standing there, Akari hiding behind him.

Zack forced a sickly sweet smile, looking back at you, releasing his hold on your shoulders; brushing down your arms to straighten your top.

“Just catching up kid.” You let out a small breath of relief as he pulled away, removing himself from your boundaries.

Zack sent you a small wink before turning on his heels and heading for the door but not before looking over his shoulders and saying “Enjoy the flowers Y/N.”

And with that he left.

Leaving you with unspoken feelings that had seemed to have never left, trauma that was never fixed.. that you didn’t think could be.

You turned to your siblings, forcing yourself to be strong. Strong for them but not for yourself..

Forcing a small shaky smile to them, ignoring the look Riku was giving you as he studied your demeanour. That boy was too smart for his own good.

“Let’s get dinner ready.”

**

After settling your siblings in, preparing dinner and tucking them in for the night.

You made your way out of your house, the bouquet of flowers in your hand, your feet heading straight towards the trash can.

Without any hesitation, you threw the flower to the bottom of the bin, slamming the lid shut and letting out a shaky breath.

You inhaled deeply, running a hand through your hair, dragging your hand down your face.

“Those from your boyfriend?”

Your eyes widened, your whole body jumping from the unexpected voice, you twirl around to face the man, being met with Satoru.

A sheepish grin plastered on his lips, his hands shoved into his pockets. He was dressed in casual attire, very different from what you witnessed him in earlier today. No blindfold. His glasses in place.

You couldn’t ignore how attractive he looked, or the way he made you feel just by being in his presence.

But yet you couldn’t help but feel uneasy, not because of him. (Though you couldn’t help still being pissed at him no matter how good he looked.) but from Zack. He really sent you in a spiral and you felt unsafe. On edge.

“Wha- what are you doing here?” You stuttered out, wrapping your arms around your body, he tilted his head as he took you in, if he noticed something was off.. he didn’t question it.

“So you can talk?” His smile widened just slightly, his eyes slowly trailing over your body, not bothering to hide his interest.

You huffed in annoyance, your eyes involuntarily rolling at his teasing tone. Not a word you heard from this man and he had the urge to tease you.

His smile softened lightly as he took in your annoyed stance.

“Look..” He started with a fleet of hesitation in his tone, taking a step forward. “I get that you’re.. pissed at me-“

You held your hand up to stop him from talking. “I don’t want to hear any excuses. I really don’t.” You made yourself move, heading back towards your porch. You felt guilty that you might’ve been a bit too harsh but you were feeling overwhelmed with.. everything.

Gojo wanted to reach out and grab you but refrained from it, instead choosing to follow you, his eyes briefly glancing over to your trash can.

“Y/N.” He called softly, following you to your front door.

“Please Satoru. I can’t handle this right now.” You murmured softly, going to open the front door.

Gojo couldn’t help but feel frustrated at your lack of patience, he normally could withstand most things, biting back with his own sense of humour and attitude.. but you were different. God you were different and he needed that.

He wanted you. Even if it was just after one night.. you made him feel.. normal. Like he could relax for once. Not being put on a constant pedestal.

“Please just talk to me. Let me explain.” He couldn’t help the hint of desperation that lured into his voice.

You turned to face him with a hard expression “I’m not some booty call okay? Someone you can just.. you can’t just say things like you did and just disappear!” You sighed deeply before continuing. He straightened his posture as he listened, his smile had been completely wiped from his face.

“I just.. I’ve been fucked over too many times, lead on.. hurt and I’ve always been a fool to fall for it..” His face soften at your words but he didn’t interrupt you, he didn’t force his way to control the moment like he knew he could.

“Sweetheart.. You’re more than that.” Gojo spoke softly, taking a few steps up the small stairs connected to your porch before he was standing in front of you, not invading your space like he was prone too, he wanted to pull you in.. not push you away.

“I didn’t lie. I meant everything I said. My life is.. hectic. Work keeps me on my toes, I never wanted you to think I was avoiding you and I’m so sorry that I made you doubt.” Gojo couldn’t believe the words that flowed from his mouth like it was the easiest thing in the world. It wasn’t a common affliction for him to be serious but he wanted you to know.. he needed you to know that he was more than interested in you.

“I won’t lie.. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that night..” He smiled lightly; his hands clenching into fists trying to ignore the urge to reach out and grab you.

Throughout when he spoke, your hard expression turned more soft but you still felt like you had to be on guard, shaking your head lightly at his comment about your hookup.

He stepped closer to you, peering down at you and not in an intimidating way. You tensed slightly as he reached up to caress the side of your neck.

“You’re absolutely breathtaking and I’d be the fool to not fight for something I want.” You could hear the determination in his voice, his hand moving to your jaw to tilt your chin up at him.

“So what’s it going to be doll. Think you can give me another chance?”

You couldn’t help the small curl of your lips, as you shook your head lightly. “Is that a yes?” He pressed with a mischievous smile, stepping closer to you, his hand came up to caress your cheek gently.

“You better not make me look like a fool.” *You whispered softly, leaning into his touch.*

“Wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart.” Before you could say anything, his lips pressed to yours, moving in a slow and tender manner, your body seemed to react on it’s own; wrapping your arms around his neck as you kept up the pace.

Your eyes fluttered closed blissfully but Gojo’s however..

His bright blue eyes opened and glanced over slowly to your trash can..

His eyes narrowed slightly as his lips continued to move with yours, watching the cursed energy consume the can, swirling menacingly around it. That bouquet wasn’t just any bundle of flowers..

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Heyy! I just read the Moon Knight sleeping hcs and had a thought, I hope you could write a small drabble or something.

You said Marc usually falls asleep naked when it's hot, so what if one day there's a heatwave or something and he wants to sleep but he doesn't know how the reader will react to it once dhe comes over because he hasn't done it in front of her yet and they've been dating for a couple of months and poor baby starts overthinking. Lots of overthinking and comfort please. 🤍🤍🤍

Aww this is so cute! Thank you so much for requesting!

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Marc Spector x gn!Reader • Rating: mature pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: Marc's not sure if he should sleep how he wants.

Warnings: Fluff, nakedness, sweat, overthinking, overuse of italics, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 744

“You okay?” You give Marc a smile as you watch him from the doorway, he’s been standing in the middle of the room for a good fifteen seconds. Just staring at the bed. His hand on the waistband of his jogging bottoms. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he gives you a weak smile and shakes his head, “just… thinking.” 

You nod, deciding not to push it. It’s too hot and you're exhausted from the day. 

Your bedroom window is as open as it can be, but the London nighttime air isn’t half as cool as you hoped it would be. 

Screw the UK and its general lack of air conditioning. And building houses to keep the heat in. (Even though you’d be thankful in the winter.) 

You slip past him and get into bed. He’s slept over before, plenty of times in fact. Maybe he was thinking about whether to get under the covers or not. 

You can’t help it as the stress from the day quickly overtakes you and you fall asleep almost the second your head hits the pillow. 

Marc stays where he is. Thinking. 

Usually, when it was this hot, he slept naked. 

It wasn’t that you hadn’t seen him without clothes, you’d both seen each other bare plenty of times. It was just that those times usually involved more physical activities, and normally you were both taking each other's clothes off. So there was clear consent really, expectation of nakedness. I’m taking your clothes off so I know you’re naked. This was more… unexpected? 

He bites his bottom lip. Why was this even an issue? He should have just asked, “Hey, can I sleep naked in your bed?” That was what he wanted to check, it was your bed, so he should ask, shouldn’t just assume. But now…

He glances at your peaceful sleeping face. It would be unfair to wake you just for that. 

He breathes in deeply and turns off the side lamp before getting in bed. 

Marc tries his absolute hardest to go to sleep, he really does. But his thin jogging bottoms feel like they are made of thermal insulation. 

He shrugs them off, throwing them gently to the floor before he lays back down. Sweat beads on his chest. He shifts, moving onto his side. Then his stomach. Then his other side. Finally, back to his back. 

This was fucking ridiculous. He stares at his phone. Forty eight minutes had passed.

“Shit.” He grumbles and pulls off his boxers. He  throws them to the floor to join his other clothing. You wouldn’t care, why would you care? He was being stupid. 

And finally he drifted off. 

.

The sun was in your eyes through the crack in the curtains you’d left open to get as much fresh air in as you could. You squint at the window and grumble before you turn over and flop your arm over Marc as you get comfy again. 

Your fingers skim his hip and… oh. That was a pleasant surprise. As you shifted closer his bare ass greeted you. 

You lift your head a fraction to enjoy the view and Marc tenses under your touch.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out.

“What?” 

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he goes to grope around on the floor for his boxers aimlessly. “I should have asked-”

You frown, thoroughly confused. “Should have asked what?” 

“If I could sleep naked, I thought, didn’t think- I was tired, and hot and-”

“What are you talking about?” You prop yourself up a little so you can look at him, your eyes still blurry with sleep. 

“Me. Being naked.” He says softly, not looking at you. 

“Oh. Why are you sorry about that?” 

“Because,” he swallows. “I didn’t ask if I could?” 

You pause to think, trying to add two and two together to get the seven Marc was obviously on. “Why do you need to ask?” 

“It’s… your bed?” His voice is quiet, timid almost.

“So? It’s your bed too?” You lay back down and yawn, sleep beckoning you again. “I like you being naked anyway.” 

Marc relaxes and smiles ever so slightly. “You do?” 

“Yeah, you can walk around the flat naked if you want.” You yawn again, your voice already thick with sleep. You snuggle up to him and kiss his shoulder before you start to drift off. 

Marc beams, the knot of anxiety dissolving. Of course, you didn’t mind. “I love you.” He whispers before he closes his eyes. 

Thank you for reading!

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HIIII STARRIIIII ♡ been missing u sm!!! im currently having bad bonedo brain rot so i ask ur thoughts on pussy drunk jaehyun bc that man munches n he munches WELL! (｡>\\<)

LIEN MY LOVE 😭🫶🏽🫶🏽 how’ve you been darling I miss you too I’ve just been so busy 🤧 rest assured that I don’t have any work over break now I’ll be back for a bit 💪🏽

BUT YES JAEHYUN IS SUCK A MUNCH OH MY GOD!!! I had so much fun writing this i have so many ideas now let me know if i should continue 🤭

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Like I can imagine him coming home from a long day at practice and at the studio. He doesn’t even have the energy to put his stuff away properly he just walks into the apartment and he takes a seat on the couch, head on your lap. You’re used to this so you know that he’s wanting you to play with his hair and tell him about your day.

Somehow the way you’re slightly tugging on his hair the more immersed into your story you get, has him slightly turned on and he flips himself onto his stomach, face directly between your thighs as his glasses gently push into his skin. You giggle as his nose brushes your thighs but when he starts leaving little kisses on them you squeeze them together, pushing his face further into your thighs.

He chuckles as he sits up, now pushing you back into the couch as his hands grip your thighs. He parts them slightly, fingers slotting perfectly between the space he created as he leans down to kiss your neck. He’ll slowly trail his kisses lower and by the time he’s above the waistband of your pants you’re already lifting your hips up for him to take your pants off.

Of course he obliges and takes them off quickly along with your panties. You can tell by the way he stares at your dripping cunt that he’s gotten desperate himself, tongue immediately darting past his lips to get a taste of your juices. He doesn’t bother taking his glasses off, letting them fog up as he starts lapping at your juices. He brings his hand over your stomach, inching his thumb down to rub at your clit. He just can’t seem to rip himself away from your sobbing hole, pushing his tongue farther into your walls as you arch your back off the couch.

Your hands find their way back into his hair, tugging at it like before. His moans only make you feel better, growing louder the tighter you curl your fingers in his dark brown locks. The vibrations from his moans has your body shuddering, seeing stars. He puts his arm over your lower body, trying hard to keep you down as he continues his attack on your pussy.

He has no shame rutting into the cushions as he is, causing the couch to shake slightly at his rough thrusts. His tongue is making lewd noises as he moves up to lick and suck at your clit. You throw your head back into the cushions, moaning louder, ‘Jaehyun please, don’t stop!’ So he has no choice but to continue, sloppily making out with your cunt as you feel your legs shake. He can tell you’re close at this point, keeping the pace of tongue as his thrusts into the couch get more vigorous.

You clamp your legs together on his head, nearly suffocating as you cum all over his tongue with a loud moan of his name. He can’t help but release into his boxers, stain visible through his pants.

He lifts his head up with a lazy smile, glasses foggy and wet with your juices as he takes them off, placing them on the coffee table. He shucks off his pants before climbing back into the same position as he was before, ready to delve in for a second time, and maybe even a third afterwards.

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🦋 - pothos | pathos -> [follows this]

Despite the wind and the surprise encounter with Tommy, Buck manages to pull off The Maneuver without a further hitch. He feels a little bad for the woman when his boots collide with her chest - always does - but it’s the job, and maybe a kick in the chest is what was necessary to get the help she needs, the help she deserves. She wouldn’t be the first, and he’s sure she won’t be the last.

Still, it’s not exactly a routine procedure, though he’s had plenty of practice, and his limbs itch with adrenaline by the time they have her checked out and on her way down with the elevator with the 217’s paramedics. Tommy’s not with them, must still be down on whatever floor he managed to grab Buck from, or maybe he’s on his way down already, or already out the building.

Buck shifts from foot to foot as he and the rest of them wait for the next elevator to get to their floor. It’s taking forever and he’s fairly sure the numbers on the dial above the doors are taking way longer than they should in their slow, slow count up. A quick headcount tells him they’re not all gonna fit into that single elevator, and the second elevator is still unloading at the ground floor, and this is going to take ages, and what if Tommy’s already out the door and loaded into the 217’s engine?

Not that that’s any of his business, of course. Not that he cares, really. It’s just, well, he still has Jee’s bracelet to give him. That’s all.

“I’ll take the stairs,” he announces to little reaction from the gathering of firefighters in front of him. Only Bobby raises his eyebrows at him, gives a little nod, and Eddie does that thing where he purses his lips a little and raises a singular eyebrow and honestly that expression could mean anything and it’s not like Buck cares, anyway. He’s not-- he’s not doing anything weird. He’s just working off adrenaline.

Sure, maybe he’d underestimated how many flights of stairs he’d be facing, but it’s fine. And if his calves cramp two thirds of the way down, that’s no one’s business but his. He’ll just stretch later. And if his heart is beating a little fast then that’s just physical exertion and leftover adrenaline, which is exactly why he’s taking the stairs, thank you very much, and it has nothing to do with the thought of missing this opportunity to talk to Tommy again.

Tommy, who Buck nearly crashes into when he bursts out of the stairwell on the ground floor, just barely hitting the breaks in time to not barrel straight into that familiar back, those wide, wide shoulders. Wow, Tommy really is big.

Tommy turns at the sound of Buck nearly tripping over himself. Those familiar eyes look Buck up and down, and Buck feels his face heat up.

It’s probably all the running down the stairs. That’s what it is.

“H-hey, Tommy. Hey. Uh- thanks for, uh, thanks for the hand up there,” he says, eloquently.

Tommy’s head tilts a little, a smile spreading slowly on his handsome features. “Hello Evan. Not a problem.” He places a large hand on Buck���s arm, gives it a squeeze, lets it linger for a moment. “Good to see you on your feet again.”

“Yeah, you too,” Buck replies, feeling a little faint. He can’t believe how easy this is, how easy it is to see that smile again, to talk to Tommy again. It settles something in him, puts that wild restlessness at ease. All of a sudden, even breathing is easier.

Then the elevator dings, and the rest of their crews pile out, and they're whisked away to their separate engines and stations. It's not until hours later, when Buck's in his bunk and replaying their meeting over and over and over in his head, that Buck realizes he'd never given Tommy that bracelet.

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It's Us Who Made This Mess

Part Three, at last; the bitch that didn't allow me to have any good ideas for a week straight only to suddenly give me a burst of inspiration so strong that I managed to write this whole thing within one sitting. So if that's why this is the worst one, I apologize if that is the case lmao.

Content Warnings: It's the alleyway scene, so Vere jokes about eating you. Canon-typical swearing and mentions of death. Vere has a panic attack and there is a very, very brief implication of accidental self-harm.

Other: And the overuse of italics returns! Word Count: 2k

This work may be edited in the future if I discover any previously missed typos or content warnings. This work will not be cross-posted anywhere and I will make a direct announcement if that ever changes.

The streets behind the Wick were as dead as the bar was crowded. A cold breeze cut through the humid air. The further they walked, the more muffled the Wick's racket became, until the only sounds were their subtle breaths and footsteps.

He stopped at an alleyway. They were alone. Nobody would bother them; nobody would play witness. His shadow stretched over the cobbled street in the moonlight, practically devouring the outsider whole.

"You had questions. Ask." His breath misted in the cold air as he spoke, "Quickly. I've got a show to attend. Heavenly lutist, as I'm sure I mentioned."

He already knew for a fact that he did. He simply wanted to test them; to see if they ignored everything he said earlier or is they only ignored his warning.

They were clearly peeved by his attitude---they had been since he met them, actually. But clearly they needed information, and he was happy to provide some. Of course, it would only be vague details, but if all went according to plan, it would be enough to bait them into telling him a secret or two of their own.

He expected the outsider to ask about the Senobium. Or about him, at least. Instead, they wasted his precious time by asking about the others. As much as he disliked thinking about most them---other than Ais, that is---in general, something about the outsider's curiosity of them had him particularly irked.

Vere didn't want to look too closely into why their interest in the others pissed him off so much. He just told himself that it was because he was in a hurry, and they were wasting his time.

It didn't take long for him to grow bored of it, letting out a growl. "Don't you dare ask me about another soul. I haven't got all night for idle gossip."

"But I wasn't finished asking---"

"You get two more questions. Make them count."

He wasn't actually planning on counting any questions. The poor thing just happened to look somewhat cute when their brows scrunched up in frustration.

Their eyes narrowed slightly, exasperated, as they asked their first question "Leander told me that the Senobium imprisons people. Did he mean you?"

Of course, he gets stuck talking about Leander anyway. "Leander's a moaning fool with a throbbing victim complex. He loves to see himself as a savior, but the only difference his cronies and the Senobium's stooges are the uniforms."

A subtle wince spread over their features, showing some mild concern at his words. Fair enough, considering where they're apparently sleeping tonight---if they make it out of the alleyway alive, that is.

"You're asking who, when you should be asking why." Maybe that will be enough o a hint for them to actually ask about him directly.

"Says the asshole counting my questions." Their scowl returned to to their face.

Vere only smirked in response, and they rolled their eyes at him.

They sighed. "Fine. Why were you imprisoned?"

"For the same reason they'll disappear you given half the chance; I'm something special." He gathered up his hair, pushing it behind his back and craned his neck, inviting them to have a closer look. "See this collar?Looks unremarkable, doesn't it?"

They didn't say anything. Instead, they started reaching towards the buckle.

Wrong move.

His hand lashed out, grabbing their wrist before their hand could get too close. He could've easily snapped their bones, but he chose to be merciful, and instead only held their wrist with just enough pressure to scare them a little.

It was the second mercy he's granted them tonight. And not matter how interesting they were, he wouldn't be granting them a third chance. Really, they were lucky he was even generous enough to offer them the second.

He tutted like a scolding teacher. "Don't you know better than to touch without asking?"

"You didn't ask first, so why should I?"

He grins. "because I said so."

"That's not very fair."

A surge of anger began to slowly rise through him at that. "Fuck fairness. Life's not fair."

If life were, he wouldn't even be here, talking with the pesky little outsider. If life was fair, he wouldn't even be Eridia. Shit, Eridia probably wouldn't have even existed. If life were fair, then he wouldn't have been imprisoned by those fucking mages. If life were fair, he wouldn't have killed you that day. If life were fair, you would've died from either old age or some incurable illness, because he would've been able to protect you from an unnatural death.

He closed his eyes, silently pushing his rage to the back of his mind. He's had years to hone and sharpen it into a weapon deadlier than he was, and it wouldn't do him any good to waste it on one, insignificant human when there were plenty others more deserving of it.

"Patience… I'll tell you when and how you can touch me." He opened his, staring into their startled ones, getting another view of the agony writhing around their soul. "Behave, or I'll make you bleed."

"…Is that a threat, or a promise?"

It was both, but he didn't say that out loud as he released their wrist. They began to smooth down the bandages covering their arm, glancing at him though the corner of their eye.

"Are you saying that's what'll happen to me if the Senobium finds out I'm… different? I'll be collared?"

"Doubtful. they keep me around because I'm the best at what I do."

They were looking him straight in the eye now. "And what, exactly, do you do so well?"

His answer wasn't hesitant in the slightest. "Killing. As long as I wear this collar, I'm made to hunt the Senobium's dizzying array of enemies: Monsters, Soulless, noisy dissidents who grow overbold… I'm bound by their will until the day I die."

He liked to pretend that he was only saying that last bit for dramatic flair. He didn't like to acknowledge just how little hope he had in any chance of freedom.

"That's… awful."

Hah. They have no idea.

"It is, isn't it?" He internally shook off his brooding mood, "And that's all you're getting from me. I really must leave now. I'll be late."

"That's it? Why'd you bring me out here if you weren't going to explain anything?!"

He laughed, allowing it to sound a bit more like his genuine laughter as opposed to the smooth chuckle he's been practicing over the years. "Isn't it obvious? I wanted to lure you out here alone so I could eat you."

They tensed up immediately. "You're lying again."

They were only half-right. Less that that, really. There's been a pit of hunger that's been growing within him since he was captured, and flesh was usually one of the best ways to sate it, even temporarily.

"And you're asking far too many questions for hiding so much."

They quickly hid their hands deep into the pockets of their cloak. "What makes you think I'm hiding anything?"

"Would you like me to list the obvious indicators first?" He asked sarcastically, staring pointedly at their arms, "The bandages, to be specific. Not exactly subtle, after all." He glanced back up at their eyes, "I'll be going… unless you're willing to share some morsels with me?"

As much as he talked about wanting to be elsewhere, he really wasn't actually planning on leaving until he got something out of them.

They hesitated. "I can't tell you anything."

He felt his ears flatten on his head. For fuck's sake. "Wrong. You can start with what you are."

They step backwards, trying to get away from them, bumping into the wall behind them. Vere moves forward in lockstep. They try to turn, but instead of a way out, they only find his arm, trapping them against the wall.

Finally, they were right where he wanted them.

He reached for them, lifting their chin and forcing them to meet his eyes.

"Would you believe me if I said the eyes are the windows to the soul?" Their eyelid twitched, and he smiled, "Cliche, I know, but let me tell you a little secret..."

He leaned in, close enough for his eyelashes to flutter against their cheek.

"There's nothing you can hide from me."

He was staring straight into their eyes now. Straight into them. Straight into the sweet, agonizing suffering that wrapped around their soul the way a ribbon wrapped around a box of chocolates.

"The betrayal, the loss of hope, the sheer desperation that drives you still to search and search to no end…"

All that from which he listed only came from the more recent suffering they've endured. It was almost like a thick shield, hiding both the true nature of their soul and the strange, seemingly ancient suffering that seemed to be latched deeper in.

"I could give you something new to live for…"

It was a dangerous promise, but it wasn't like they could do anything to force him into keeping it.

They swallowed, skeptical and afraid. He didn't mind their lack of response; it only allowed him to focus on looking deeper.

The ancient strand of suffering was particularly enticing; like nothing he's ever seen before. He could practically feel it trying to pull him closer.

"All that suffering has made your soul so irresistible…"

He searched deeper through the wall of suffering, just trying to catch a better glance at what was being hidden behind all the betrayal.

Then, at last---

A chain-leash clinking as he was escorted through the dim, dank hallway.

A door hinge creaked as a cell was opened, revealing a familiar figure chained to the far wall.

An order to kill.

The sounds of screaming and bones snapping and flesh ripping.

The sound of someone's last breaths

--- he had his answer.

He was wrong. This strange, ancient suffering; ancient betrayal… he had seen it before.

He saw it in your eyes as you died in a puddle of your own blood that day.

His blood froze. His heart started to speed up. The fur on his tail began to stick up.

No. No, no. Nonononono---

"Y-You're late… the l-lutist!"

Their---your---panicked little reminder was enough for him to snap out of it.

He blinked, desperately attempting to recompose himself before you noticed anything was off. "Shame."

He let go of your chin and backed away. You slumped against the wall, now gasping for air.

He would only hope he didn't look the same way; frightened, panicked, as if his fight-or-flight response just kicked in…

He wracked his brain, trying desperately to find something to say or do that wouldn't give him or any of his emotions away; then he heard Leander' voice, calling out your name, echoing through the empty streets.

Once he noticed that it grabbed your attention, he quietly made his way to the shadowy back end of the alleyway, disappearing into the shadows before you could even blink.

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He didn't run for too long; he knew the city well enough to find somewhere both decently distanced from the alleyway and hidden enough for it to be unlikely for someone to stumble on.

He found himself behind a bakery, trembling; his heart pounding so loud he was almost afraid that the stray cat sleeping in the gutters above him was able to hear it. Chills raced through his blood. His chest heaved from lack of air, but his lungs refused to let any more in. He felt dizzy, and had to slump down to the muddy ground in order to avoid falling over.

He hated this feeling. He could only recall feeling it twice: the first being after he killed you, and the second being when a century had passed without there being even half of a solid chance of real freedom.

Even though he didn't get the feeling often, he still hated it. The fear. The loss of control. The weakness…

He needed to get his shit together. Preferably before his claws accidentally dug deep enough into his arms and drew blood again, since it was too late to stop before he could feel the tears forming.

But no matter how he tried to aim his thoughts into a different direction, they always circled back to you.

You're here.

You're not supposed to be here.

You're here.

You're not supposed to see him like this.

You're here.

You can't be here.

You're here.

You need to get away, they're going to take you again.

You're here.

You need to get away, they're going to make him kill you again.

A trembling, almost manic laughter broke through his teeth, accompanied by breathless sobs.

In the beginning, he wanted nothing more than to see you again. But as time passed, he was happier that he hadn't been able to see you; that you couldn't see him in the state he was in. Nothing more than a particularly exotic and useful pet for some bastards who were too afraid of getting their own hands dirty.

He never did manage to figure out why it was you they ordered him to kill that day; if it was mere coincidence, or if it was intentional.

And if it was intentional, did they already know you were here? Were they already planning to grab you?

He growled involuntarily at the thought; both at the image of them keeping you locked in a cage for them to do as they pleased, and at the fact that he would be powerless to stop it.

And the worst part of it all? For whatever reason, you were apparently planning of walking right into their cruel, merciless hands; desperately searching for something that, apparently, nobody else in this damned city would be able to provide.

Amongst the chaos whirling through his head, he tried to find a solution to your being here:

He could ignore you completely, but somehow he felt like that wouldn't work.

He could try to free himself again, take revenge, and try to fix what he had done to you; heal that betrayal-inflicted wound that he apparently dealt so deep that it still stuck to your soul well over a century and who-knows how many lives later.

He could try to free himself again, take revenge, and then leave you, so that he'd never have to risk hurting you again, and you wouldn't make him weak again.

Or, he could try to free himself again, take revenge, and then devour your soul so that you'd never get to live another life ever again. It would be cruel, sure, and it would probably hurt, too. But somehow, it might just be the most merciful option for both of you…

He focused on these ideas until, finally, he felt his heart stop hammering and his lungs start to take in the appropriate amount of air. He was no longer trembling, though he felt his nerves vibrating as he made himself stand.

He felt restless and his head hurt. He needed to tear into something---into someone---before he made his way back to his dungeon for the night.

He was irritated by the mud clinging to his clothes, hist tail, his hand, and now his face as he wiped the tears from his eyes. But he couldn't bring himself to care about that.

The only thing he could care about right then was his potential plans.

He had no idea what he should do. But he swore to himself that he'd make his choice by tomorrow morning.

For now, it was the best he could do.

< Part Two | Good Ending (WIP) > | Neutral Ending (WIP) > | Bad Ending (WIP) >

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Second Chances: Forever - Part Nine of ?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N Female reader Series Summary: A chance meeting in the grocery store brought a whirlwind of change to Beau Arlen’s life—change he had no issues with whatsoever. A second chance at life, love, family—a second chance at forever. Word Count: 4,890 Tags/Warnings: Honestly, just expect tons of fluff at this point, haha A/N: Comments, Likes, Reblogs, Kind feedback are always highly appreciated. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

NOTE: It’s here! Welcome, welcome to Second Chances: Forever! I have no idea how long this story will go on, and that is okay with me! I’ve been loving and enjoying writing Beau and his little corner of life! So like I said, until I get burnt out (unlikely) or run out of ideas (also unlikely), it’s ongoing! Divider: credit to @sweetmelodygraphics

Chapter Nine: Being Sentimental

The hum of the tires against the highway filled the space between Y/N and Emily as they drove toward the airport, the Montana sky stretching wide and endless above them.

For a while, neither of them spoke. It was a comfortable silence, one that didn’t need to be filled.

Emily sat in the passenger seat, her fingers drumming against her knee as she stared out the window. Y/N could tell she was thinking—a lot.

Finally, Emily let out a slow breath. “I’m gonna miss you guys.”

Y/N smiled, glancing over at her. “You know you’re welcome anytime, right?”

Emily nodded, smirking. “Yeah. And at the rate Dad’s going, I should probably just move in before he keeps popping out siblings for me.”

Y/N snorted, shaking her head. “Listen, that was not exactly planned.”

Emily chuckled. “Yeah, well, you did marry a Texan. I hear they got notoriously determined sperm.”

Y/N wheezed. “Oh my God. I regret ever telling him that.”

Emily grinned. “Nope. Too late. It’s a legacy now.”

Y/N groaned dramatically. “Jesus Christ.”

Emily laughed but then sighed, leaning her head against the seat. “Seriously, though… I like being home. Feels… good.”

Y/N glanced at her again, noting the way her voice had softened. “Yeah?”

Emily hesitated, then shrugged. “Yeah. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like school, but… sometimes I feel like I miss too much.”

Y/N reached over, squeezing her hand. “You always have a place here, sweetheart. No matter where life takes you.”

Emily exhaled, squeezing her back. “I know.”

The silence stretched again, this time a little heavier.

Emily bit her lip, her voice quieter when she spoke next. “Can I ask you something?”

Y/N nodded. “Of course.”

Emily hesitated, her fingers fidgeting in her lap. “Do you ever feel like… you don’t know what the hell you’re doing?”

Y/N snorted, but there was genuine amusement behind it. “Oh, all the time.”

Emily let out a small chuckle. “Really?”

Y/N smiled, keeping her eyes on the road. “Emily, I love my life. I love Beau, I love our kids… but some days? I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Emily blinked, tilting her head. “But you always seem like you do.”

Y/N sighed, shrugging. “That’s because I fake it really well.”

Emily smirked. “So parenting is just… faking confidence?”

“Pretty much,” Y/N admitted. “But it’s also about showing up. Even when you’re tired. Even when you don’t have all the answers.”

Emily exhaled, nodding slowly. “Guess that applies to a lot of things.”

Y/N gave her a knowing look. “Yeah, sweetheart. It does.”

Emily was quiet for a long moment, staring out the window. “Sometimes, I feel like I have to have everything figured out right now. Like, if I don’t know exactly where I’m going, I’ll get lost.”

Y/N smiled gently. “You will get lost sometimes.”

Emily looked at her, brow furrowed.

Y/N squeezed her hand again. “But that’s how you figure out where you really want to go.”

Emily let out a slow breath, staring at their hands. “Yeah. Maybe.”

Y/N smirked. “And worst case? You always have home to come back to.”

Emily smiled, something warm settling in her chest. “Yeah. I know.”

And for the first time in a long time, she felt okay not having all the answers.

Because maybe figuring it out along the way… was the whole point.

The airport buzzed with the usual blend of distant announcements, rolling suitcases, and quiet conversations as Y/N and Emily made their way toward security.

Emily had her bag slung over one shoulder, her boarding pass tucked into her jacket pocket. She looked relaxed, but Y/N knew better. She could see the way Emily’s fingers fidgeted at the strap of her bag, the way she kept glancing at the big departure board like she was stalling.

Y/N smirked. “You know, you could just miss your flight.”

Emily snorted, shaking her head. “Oh yeah, and explain to my professors that I couldn’t make it back because I got suckered into staying longer?”

Y/N raised a brow. “You weren’t suckered. You loved every chaotic second of it.”

Emily huffed, but the smirk tugging at her lips gave her away. “Maybe.”

They reached the security checkpoint, and Emily sighed, shifting her bag higher on her shoulder.

“Well,” she muttered, rubbing the back of her neck. “Guess this is it.”

Y/N smiled, pulling her into a hug. “For now.”

Emily melted into it, squeezing tight before pulling back. “Tell Caleb to stop throwing his food at Dad. And tell Eliza that no, you can’t actually bring her back a cow.”

Y/N snickered. “Oh, I absolutely will.”

Emily exhaled, rocking back on her heels. “And tell Dad—” She hesitated, her voice softer now. “Tell him I love him.”

Y/N’s heart squeezed. “Why don’t you just call him and say that?”

Emily rolled her eyes. “Because he’ll get all emotional and gruff about it and then change the subject.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Yeah, okay, fair point.”

Emily hesitated again, then sighed, pulling Y/N into one more hug. “Thanks. For everything.”

Y/N squeezed her tight. “Always, sweetheart.”

Emily stepped back, her eyes lingering for a moment before she cleared her throat. “Alright. Go before I actually miss my flight.”

Y/N smirked. “Call me when you land.”

Emily rolled her eyes but grinned. “Yes, Mom.”

Y/N watched as Emily turned toward security, offering one last wave before disappearing into the line.

As she walked back toward the exit, Y/N smiled, already looking forward to the next time Emily came home.

Because she would.

She always did.

And no matter how far she went, she would always have a place here.

With them.

With family.

By the time Y/N pulled into the driveway, the afternoon sun was stretching long shadows across the yard, the warmth of home settling around her like a familiar embrace.

As she stepped inside, the scent of coffee and something slightly burnt filled the air.

Beau was standing in the kitchen, stirring something in a pan with a very concentrated look on his face. Caleb was bouncing happily in his playpen, babbling to himself, while Eliza sat on the counter, swinging her legs as she supervised.

Y/N smirked. “Should I be worried?”

Beau looked up, offering her a slow grin. “Depends. How attached are you to the idea of edible food?”

Eliza giggled. “Daddy makin’ grilled cheese!”

Y/N raised a brow. “And… you burnt the grilled cheese?”

Beau sighed, turning back to the stove. “Listen, I got distracted.”

Eliza nodded very seriously. “I talked too much.”

Y/N laughed, setting her bag down as she walked over to Beau, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, pressing a kiss to his back. “I love you, even if you can’t make grilled cheese.”

Beau smirked, reaching down to squeeze her hand. “Glad my culinary failures don’t diminish your affections, darlin’.”

Y/N glanced at the playpen, smiling as Caleb squealed when he saw her. “Hey, birthday boy.”

Caleb clapped his chubby hands, bouncing. “Mama!”

Y/N scooped him up, pressing a kiss to his soft curls. “Did Daddy and Sissy take care of you while I was gone?”

Caleb babbled something very serious, and Eliza huffed. “I tried, Mama. But Daddy made a mess.”

Y/N bit back a laugh. “I believe it.”

Beau turned, pointing his spatula at her. “Alright, that’s enough slander. This kitchen is under control.”

Y/N smirked, setting Caleb on her hip. “Uh-huh. Sure, Sheriff.”

Beau huffed but didn’t argue, instead pressing a quick kiss to her temple. “How was the airport?”

Y/N leaned against the counter, watching as he plated the slightly-overdone grilled cheese (which Eliza was still watching like it was a crime scene). “Good. Emily got through security fine. But…” She hesitated, running her fingers through Caleb’s hair. “I don’t know. She seemed… hesitant about leaving.”

Beau slowed, setting the pan down. “Yeah?”

Y/N nodded. “She loves school, but I think she’s starting to feel like she’s missing too much here.” She glanced at him, smirking slightly. “I may have joked about her just coming back for good, and she didn’t immediately shut it down.”

Beau rubbed a hand over his jaw, eyes thoughtful. “Huh.”

Y/N raised a brow. “Huh? That’s all you got?”

Beau leaned against the counter beside her, his green eyes drifting toward the living room where Eliza was now dramatically inspecting the grilled cheese. “It ain’t a bad thought.”

Y/N studied him. “You seriously thinking about it?”

Beau exhaled, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Well, hell, darlin’. We’re already talkin’ about how we’re gonna need a bigger house.” He gestured between them. “This family ain’t getting any smaller.”

Y/N smirked. “No, it is not.”

Beau chuckled, shaking his head. “And Emily? She’s got roots here now. A family that actually feels like home.” His voice softened. “Maybe she’d do better finishing school here.”

Y/N tilted her head. “You thinking about talking to her about it?”

Beau shrugged, but there was a thoughtfulness behind his eyes. “Maybe. Just to see where her head’s at.” He glanced at Y/N. “How would you feel about it?”

Y/N smiled, running a hand over Caleb’s back as he snuggled against her shoulder. “I’d love it. Emily belongs here, Beau. And if this is where she wants to be, I’d want to help her make it happen.”

Beau exhaled, nodding. “Yeah.” He smirked, nudging her. “But you know if she moves back, she’s gonna constantly remind me about how I lost to a one-year-old in a cake fight.”

Y/N laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Oh, without a doubt.”

Beau groaned. “Jesus Christ.”

Y/N grinned, resting her head against his shoulder. “You love it.”

Beau sighed, pulling her closer, his hand sliding protectively over her stomach, over the growing life they had created. “Yeah, darlin’. I really do.”

And as Caleb snuggled into her chest, as Eliza finally decided the grilled cheese was “good enough” and took a dramatic bite, as the hum of their home settled around them—

Beau knew one thing for sure.

Whatever the future held, whatever decisions were ahead—

They’d figure it out.

Together.

The warm glow of Eliza’s bedside lamp cast soft shadows across her room as she sat on her bed, still wiggling her toes in protest of bedtime. She was freshly bathed, her curls damp against her cheeks, her stuffed wolf tucked under one arm.

Beau sat on the edge of her bed, rolling up her blanket as if tucking her in properly would keep her from escaping. Y/N knelt beside them, smoothing down Eliza’s wild curls.

“Alright, wolf-child,” Beau murmured, raising a brow. “We had a long day, and it’s time to sleep.”

Eliza pouted dramatically. “But I’m not tired.”

Y/N smirked, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Oh, really? Because I remember a certain someone barely making it through movie night.”

Eliza huffed, crossing her arms. “It was too cozy!”

Beau chuckled, tucking the blanket around her like a burrito. “Uh-huh. Sure it was.”

Eliza wiggled her nose, squinting at them. “You doin’ grown-up talk?”

Y/N bit back a laugh. “Actually, baby, we do have something we want to tell you.”

Eliza’s eyes widened with intrigue. She sat up immediately, nearly knocking her stuffed wolf onto the floor. “What is it?!”

Beau glanced at Y/N, and she smiled, nodding for him to continue.

Beau exhaled, running a gentle hand over Eliza’s hair. “Well, sweetheart… you remember when Caleb was in Mama’s belly before he was born?”

Eliza nodded very seriously. “Uh-huh. I ‘member. He kicked you, Mama!”

Y/N laughed. “He did.”

Beau smirked, tapping her nose. “Well, guess what? There’s gonna be another baby in Mama’s belly.”

Eliza froze.

She blinked twice, her little mouth slightly open. “Wait… like another Caleb?”

Y/N chuckled. “Well, not exactly like Caleb, baby. But a new baby.”

Eliza’s face lit up, her entire body vibrating with excitement. “I’M GONNA BE A BIG SISTER AGAIN?!”

Beau laughed, catching her before she could fully launch herself out of the bed. “Whoa, whoa, sweetheart—indoor voice!”

Eliza giggled, grabbing Y/N’s hand. “Mama! There’s a baby in there?!”

Y/N nodded, guiding Eliza’s tiny hand to rest over her still-flat belly. “Yep, sweetheart. The baby is still really little, but it’s growing.”

Eliza stared at her hand on Y/N’s stomach, her eyes wide, filled with something pure and wonderstruck.

Then, suddenly—

Her entire expression changed into something very determined.

Her head snapped toward Beau. “We gotta get ‘em a stuffed animal!”

Beau choked on a laugh. “Uh—”

“A wolf one!” Eliza continued, eyes dead serious. “So they can have a pack like me and Cay-bub!”

Y/N pressed a hand to her heart, her chest aching from the sheer love bursting from their little girl.

Beau smirked, brushing a curl out of Eliza’s face. “That is a great idea, baby.”

Eliza beamed, bouncing slightly under her covers. “Can I talk to ‘em? Like I did with Cay-bub?”

Y/N smiled, placing her hand back on her stomach. “Of course, baby. They can’t hear you yet, but soon they will.”

Eliza scooted forward, leaning very close to Y/N’s belly, her tiny hands pressing against her.

Then, in the softest, most earnest whisper—

“Hi, baby. It’s me, ‘Liza. I love you already.”

Y/N’s throat tightened, her eyes burning as she blinked back tears.

Beau exhaled sharply, his own jaw clenching as he reached over and ran a hand through Eliza’s curls.

“Baby girl,” he murmured, his voice thick, “you are gonna be the best big sister again.”

Eliza beamed, looking between them. “Like the best best?”

Y/N cupped her cheek, smiling through her emotion. “The very best best, sweetheart.”

Eliza grinned so wide she nearly tipped over before snuggling under the blanket, suddenly very determined to get to sleep.

“Okay! I gotta rest so I can be ready for baby stuff!”

Beau laughed, tucking her in again. “You do that, sweetheart.”

Eliza let out a tiny yawn, her stuffed wolf pulled tight to her chest. “Love you, Mama. Love you, Daddy.”

Y/N kissed her forehead. “Love you too, baby girl.”

Beau brushed her curls one last time. “Sleep tight, wolf-child.”

As they stepped out of her room, shutting the door behind them, Beau exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face.

Y/N sighed, leaning against his side. “Well… that went better than expected.”

Beau chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Hell, darlin’. She’s already more prepared than we are.”

Y/N smirked. “Well, if she’s ready, then I guess we gotta get with the program.”

Beau pressed a slow, lingering kiss to her forehead. “Guess so.”

As they walked down the hall, the soft hum of their children’s breathing filling the quiet of their home, Beau knew—

Their family?

Their pack?

It was just getting bigger.

And he couldn’t wait.

The house had finally settled.

Eliza was out cold in her bed, no doubt dreaming about stuffed wolves and baby siblings. Caleb was tucked in tight, breathing deep and slow in his crib. And Emily, though she was miles away now, had sent a text confirming she’d landed safely.

It was quiet now.

The kind of quiet that only came at the very end of the day, when all the chaos had faded and it was just them.

Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, slowly running a hand over her belly, still processing how very real this all was.

Beau walked in, tugging his shirt off, leaving him in just his sweatpants as he ran a hand through his hair, exhaling a deep, contented sigh.

“Tired, Sheriff?” Y/N teased, smirking up at him.

Beau chuckled, climbing into bed beside her, immediately wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him. “Darlin’, I wrangled kids, cooked, and survived a life-altering conversation with a four-year-old today.”

Y/N giggled, curling into him. “You also lost a battle against oatmeal this morning.”

Beau groaned, tipping his head back against the pillows. “Jesus Christ, don’t remind me.”

Y/N laughed, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “You love it.”

Beau smirked, tightening his arms around her. “Yeah. I do.”

For a while, they just lay there, tangled in each other, their breaths slow and synchronized.

Beau’s fingers traced light, absentminded patterns over Y/N’s stomach, over the place where their baby was growing.

“Y’know,” he murmured after a moment, his voice low and thick with warmth, “it still don’t feel real.”

Y/N exhaled, running a hand over his chest. “I know what you mean.”

Beau let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “I mean, hell, we just wrapped our heads around two kids, and now we’re back at it again.”

Y/N smirked, tilting her chin up to kiss his cheek. “You say that like you don’t love making babies with me, Sheriff.”

Beau groaned, pressing his face into her neck. “Woman, you cannot say things like that when I’m tryin’ to have a sentimental moment.”

Y/N giggled, threading her fingers through his hair. “I can and I will.”

Beau sighed dramatically, rolling onto his back and pulling her with him, settling her against his chest. “Jesus Christ.”

Y/N smiled, pressing a kiss over his heart. “Okay, okay. Sentimental moment. Go.”

Beau chuckled, shaking his head before running his fingers up and down her spine. “I was just thinkin’… We started all this together, and now, here we are, about to add one more.”

Y/N smiled against his skin, tracing slow circles over his chest. “Crazy, huh?”

Beau exhaled, his fingers drifting back down to her stomach. “Not crazy, darlin’. Just… big. The kind of big that changes your whole damn world.”

Y/N lifted her head, searching his face. “Are you worried?”

Beau was quiet for a second, his green eyes soft, thoughtful.

Then, slowly, he shook his head. “No,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I ain’t worried. Because I got you.”

For a long moment, silence reigned between them, sweet and intimate.

Y/N smiled against his skin, her fingers tracing over his chest. “You’re quiet.”

Beau hummed low in his throat, his voice a lazy rumble against the quiet of the room. “Just thinkin’.”

Y/N smirked, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “That’s dangerous.”

Beau chuckled, shaking his head. “Smartass.”

Y/N grinned, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “What are you thinking about?”

Beau exhaled, his fingers stilling on her stomach. “About how fast all this happened.”

Y/N tilted her head. “You mean us?”

Beau shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “No, darlin’. I mean, yeah, us, but more than that.” His voice softened, his green eyes dark with something deep. “One day, I was just me. Livin’ my life, doin’ my job. Then I met you, and suddenly, I had you and Eliza. Then Caleb. And now…” His palm flattened against her stomach, warm and solid. “Now, we’re doin’ it again.”

Y/N sighed, running her fingers through his short hair. “It’s a lot, huh?”

Beau chuckled, shaking his head. “Not a lot, darlin’. Just big. The kinda big that changes your whole damn world.”

Y/N swallowed, pressing her forehead to his. “Are you… worried?”

Beau was quiet for a moment. Not because he was worried, but because he wanted to get this right.

Then, slowly, he shook his head. “No,” he murmured, his voice steady. “Because I got you.”

Y/N’s breath hitched.

Beau tilted her chin up, brushing his lips over hers, slow and sure. “And I love this family we built. Every bit of it.”

Y/N melted into him, her hands sliding over his bare shoulders. “I love you, too, Beau.”

Beau smiled against her lips, his fingers moving again, tracing slow circles over her stomach, over the tiny life growing inside her.

After a long, comfortable silence, he let out a small chuckle.

Y/N raised a brow. “What?”

Beau smirked, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Just thinkin’ about Eliza’s reaction earlier.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Of course she immediately decided the baby needed a stuffed wolf.”

Beau grinned. “Damn right, she did.”

Y/N sighed contentedly, curling deeper into his warmth. “She’s gonna be such a good big sister again.”

Beau’s expression softened, his hand still resting protectively over her stomach. “Yeah. She really is.”

And as the night stretched around them, as love and forever settled deep in their bones, they both knew—

No matter what came next, no matter how big their world got—

They’d always have this.

Each other.

Their home.

Their family.

And that was all they’d ever need.

The first rays of the Montana sun had barely stretched across the sky when the chaos began.

Beau had exactly one goal: get dressed, drink one cup of coffee, and make it out the door on time for work.

The universe?

It had other plans.

The moment he stepped out of the shower, towel slung low around his hips, Eliza’s voice echoed through the house—

“MAMA! DADDY! CALEB IS THROWIN’ TOAST!”

Beau froze.

He closed his eyes for one long second, exhaled, then muttered under his breath, “Jesus Christ.”

Then came the second round of evidence—

THWAP.

A very distinct splat sounded from the kitchen.

Then, giggles.

And then—

“CALEB, NO!”

That was Y/N’s voice.

Beau groaned, grabbing his clothes and moving fast, because if there was one thing he knew about his son, it was that Caleb thrived in the two-second window it took to turn your back.

By the time Beau got to the kitchen, the crime scene was already in full display.

Caleb was covered in toast crumbs and sticky jam, his little hands clapping happily as he sat in his high chair, looking way too pleased with himself.

The floor?

Absolute devastation.

A single piece of toast lay face-down in a puddle of spilled juice.

Y/N stood near the counter, arms crossed, lips pressed tight, clearly trying to decide whether to scold Caleb or just accept defeat.

Eliza, however, had already made up her mind.

She was standing on the opposite side of the table, hands on her hips, staring at her little brother like a disapproving sheriff surveying a crime scene.

“CAY-BUB,” she declared dramatically. “YOU MAKIN’ A MESS.”

Caleb let out a delighted squeal, his chubby fingers immediately grabbing for another piece of toast.

Beau exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. “Son.”

Caleb froze, his little green eyes snapping to his father.

Then, grinning, he lifted the entire piece of toast over his head.

Y/N’s eyes widened.

“CALEB, DON’T YOU—”

SPLAT.

The toast hit the floor with a wet slap.

There was a full three seconds of absolute silence.

Then—

Beau exhaled deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Y/N groaned.

Eliza gasped.

And Caleb?

Caleb clapped his sticky little hands together like he had just won a gold medal in Olympic toast-throwing.

Beau sighed, shaking his head. “Alright, son. Now you’re just doin’ it on purpose.”

Caleb squealed, smacking the high chair tray again, sending a few stray crumbs flying.

Eliza let out a dramatic sigh, arms still crossed. “Daddy, he naughty.”

Beau shot a look at Y/N. “This one takes after you.”

Y/N snorted, tossing a dish towel at him. “Oh, really?”

Beau smirked, bending down to start mopping up the disaster. “Hell yeah, darlin’. You’re the chaos in this relationship.”

Y/N chuckled, grabbing a damp cloth and wiping down Caleb’s face, who immediately tried to squirm away. “Well, Sheriff, looks like your son inherited your stubbornness.”

Beau huffed, tossing the now-ruined toast in the trash. “Great. Love that for us.”

With breakfast chaos officially handled (mostly), Beau was finally dressed and grabbing his badge, ready to head out the door.

Eliza ran up, arms wide, demanding, “HUG BEFORE YOU GO!”

Beau grinned, scooping her up and squeezing her tight. “Now that’s how I like to start my day.”

Eliza giggled, then pulled back, very serious all of a sudden. “Daddy?”

Beau raised a brow. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

Eliza tilted her head, big brown eyes full of curiosity. “When the baby gets big, can I show ‘em how to make a big mess like Cay-bub?”

Beau choked on a laugh. “Absolutely not.”

Eliza pouted. “But I gonna be a good big sister.”

Y/N chuckled from the kitchen. “You are, baby. But let’s not encourage food fights, okay?”

Eliza sighed dramatically. “Fine.”

Beau kissed the top of her head, setting her down. “Alright, darlin’, I gotta go before y’all rope me into more trouble.”

Y/N walked up to him, arms crossing playfully over her chest. “And yet, somehow, trouble always follows you.”

Beau smirked, tugging her close by the waist. “Maybe I just got a thing for beautiful women who bring a little chaos into my life.”

Y/N laughed, looping her arms around his neck. “You love it.”

Beau kissed her slow, soft, lingering—long enough for Eliza to let out a dramatic “Ewww!” in the background.

When he pulled away, he grinned, tapping Y/N’s chin. “Damn right, I do.”

With one last quick kiss to her forehead, he grabbed his hat and badge, tipping his hat at Eliza. “Alright, wolf-child. Keep your mama outta trouble.”

Eliza nodded seriously. “I will, Daddy.”

Beau shot Y/N a look as he opened the door. “Now that I gotta see.”

Y/N laughed, waving him off. “Go be a good Sheriff, honey.”

Beau grinned, stepping outside. “Always, darlin’.”

And with that, he was off—leaving Y/N in the doorway, smiling as she watched him go, the warmth of their morning lingering like a promise.

Their days were never quiet.

Never simple.

But God, did she love this life.

And she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Beau stepped into the sheriff’s department, coffee in hand, exhaling slowly as he tried to shake off the whirlwind that had been his morning.

Between flying toast, Eliza’s interrogation about whether she could teach the new baby how to make messes, and Caleb’s ever-growing talent for chaos, it had been a feat just getting out the door.

And yet, as much as he grumbled about it, as much as he sighed and ran a hand down his face every morning—he wouldn’t change a damn thing.

Because that was his family. His beautiful, messy, chaotic world.

But right now? Right now, he needed to focus on being Sheriff.

Jenny barely looked up from her desk as he walked in, flipping through a report. “So, how was breakfast, Sheriff?”

Beau took a slow sip of coffee, watching her carefully. “Why do you sound like you already know the answer?”

Jenny smirked, finally looking up. “Because I do.”

Beau sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Let’s just say I’m rethinking letting Caleb have toast in the morning.”

Jenny snorted. “So, it’s official. Your one-year-old is winning the battle of wills.”

Beau huffed, dropping into his chair. “It ain’t a battle—”

Jenny raised a brow.

Beau sighed again. “Fine. It might be a battle.”

Jenny grinned. “Mm-hmm. And how’s Eliza handling the baby news?”

Beau leaned back, a slow smile tugging at his lips. “She demanded we get the baby a stuffed wolf so they could have a pack.”

Jenny laughed, shaking her head. “Jesus, she’s got personality.”

Beau smirked. “Gets that from her mama.”

Jenny leaned back in her chair, studying him for a moment. “Y’know, you seem… good today.”

Beau raised a brow. “I am good.”

Jenny tilted her head. “No, I mean—like really good. A couple of weeks ago, you were carrying so much on your shoulders. That case with the baby—” She hesitated, watching his reaction. “It got to you.”

Beau exhaled, rolling his shoulders before nodding. “Yeah. It did.”

Jenny studied him. “And now?”

Beau let out a slow breath. “Now… I got a family to go home to. I got a baby on the way. I got a wild-ass one-year-old and a too-smart-for-her-own-good four-year-old keepin’ me on my toes.” His lips twitched. “And I got a wife who somehow makes it all feel easy.”

Jenny smirked. “So, basically, you won the lottery.”

Beau chuckled, shaking his head. “Damn right, I did.”

Jenny leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk. “So, what’s next for the Arlen family?”

Beau exhaled, thinking. “Well, Y/N did casually drop the fact that we’re gonna need a bigger house.”

Jenny snorted. “Casually?”

Beau sighed. “Okay, less casually, more ‘Hey, we’re outgrowing this place, and you agreed last night, Sheriff.’”

Jenny grinned. “And she’s right.”

Beau huffed. “I know she is.”

Jenny tilted her head. “Y’know… If you’re already thinking about making big changes, maybe it’s time to have that talk with Emily.”

Beau was already shaking his head. “She’s got school—”

“She also has a family here,” Jenny interrupted, her voice softer. “And it sounds like she wants to be around more. Maybe finishing school here isn’t a bad idea.”

Beau sighed, running a hand down his face. “You sound just like Y/N.”

Jenny smirked. “That’s ‘cause Y/N is smarter than you.”

Beau groaned, standing. “Alright, I walked into that one.”

Jenny chuckled, going back to her reports. “You sure did, Sheriff.”

As Beau walked into his office, shaking his head but smiling, he knew one thing—

The life he had?

It was only getting better.

And damn if that didn’t make him the luckiest man alive.

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What's the origin of your username? i've been on and off tumblr for a long time, mostly lurking/reading (this is the first time i've ever been actively posting hehe), and the last account i had before this one, i was waaaaay into the star wars and harry potter fandoms so my username kind of combines both of those (darth for the sith lords from sw, and whorecrux is a spin of horcrux from hp but like whore bc i'm a whore). sw and hp may not be as much my jam anymore but they'll always hold a piece of my heart so i came back under the same name :D

OTP(s) + shipname: bbrae (beast boy and raven from teen titans will ALWAYS be my og), asta and noelle from black clover (idk if they have a ship name or what it is), ichihime (ichigo and orihime obviiii), harley quinn and poison ivy, eren and mikasa, and probably so many more im missing...

Favourite colour: pink!!!

Song stuck in my head: Battery by Metallica. im seeing them in concert in may! super excited, i love them soooo much and the beginning of that song is so Hueco Mundo/Arrancar coded hehehehe

Weirdest habit/trait: i'm an early bird! i usually go to bed early (when i can) because i like to be up early, especially on the weekends when i don't have to get ready for work! i like how slow and peaceful the mornings are and how i can be alone

Hobbies: reading, writing, walking, lifting, listening to music, singing, dancing, playing video games, doing my makeup, scrapbooking, etc. >:)

If you could have any job you wish what would you have? it would be sooooo cool to be an author/writer but writing big book is hard!!!

Something you’re good at: listening. i attract the yappers for sure lol

Something you hate: explosive people. i hate being around people where it feels like i'm walking on eggshells trying not to aggravate them. it freaks me out, makes me super upset, and exhausts me

Something you forget: that life doesn't have to be all or nothing. when i'm doing bad or get slightly overwhelmed i slip into that mindset, but not everything is that simple! i don't need to put myself into a box or be perfectly one thing or the other!

Your love language: i literally don't know. i think im a combo of like everything except for gift giving (i suck at giving gifts and i hate receiving them!). maybe acts of service mostly??? i like to show ppl i care by trying to make them happy or lighten the load for them!

Favourite movies/shows: soooo many 😭 Bleach OBVI, jujutsu kaisen, my hero academia, death note, attack on titan, mob psycho 100, rick and morty, breaking bad, squid game, girl interrupted, scream franchise, child's play franchise, halloween franchise, (okay so like any of the classic slasher franchises), and so much more i'm sure im forgetting :P

Favourite food: i loveeeee food! if i must choose one, pasta!!! chicky alfredo

Favourite animal: goat 🐐♑️

What were you like as a child? so weird and kind of a troublemaker. and then i hit puberty and i was like woooow so it's not funny for me to be weird anymore because i'm a lady now?!?! and i got really quiet and have been since

Favourite subject in school: math

Least favourite subject: history

What’s your best character trait: i like to think that i'm kind and keep an open mind. i'm not perfect so i definitely have bad and bitter days, but i used to be very very sad and i don't want anyone to feel that way. i totally rock with the idea that you never know what kind of battle someone is fighting behind the scenes so you should be kind to everyone 🫶🏼

What’s your worst character trait? i'm suuuuuuch a puss and i hate confrontation, like to the point where it's seriously problematic and i will let ppl/things ruin my life rather than confront them UGH or i will just go ghost to avoid explaining why i don't want someone in my life anymore which is not healthy either! (always working on it 🥲)

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? i'm pretty content! but if i have to choose something, maybe more meaningful connections with others. after college i don't have a lot of close friends nearby. i like to be alone but i probably spend a little too much time by myself lol. i'd also love to not have to work buuuuut unfortunately that's not an option 🥺

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? my grandmother. she died before i was born and from all that i hear about her she sounds like she was an incredible woman and i wish i had gotten the chance to know her

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What’s the origin of your username? It's a song by Armand Van Helden! He's one of my favourite DJs haha.

OTP(s) + shipname: TUna LMAO (Tidus/Yuna) from FFX, Fanille (Fang/Vanille from FFXIII), Touya/Yukito from CCS, GinRan and Unohana/Isane from Bleach. Yakuza: Daigo/Mine. Also a big fan of Canon Character/OCs!!!

Favourite colour: Turquoise/teal - most of my fountain pen inks are in that colour range lol

Song stuck in my head: The Macrodata Refinement Dance Party mixed by ODESZA

Weirdest habit/trait: If I'm at a restaurant, I fold my used napkins neatly to be disposed of.

Hobbies: I have a lot! Aside from writing, there are:

(junk) journaling, which in turn, lead me to my stationery and fountain pen hobbies

playing the piano (been playing since I was 5)

swimming (was a competitive swimmer for most of my child and teenage years)

I garden in the spring/summertime

I also love to cook and have done dinner parties for my friends (but I don't enjoy baking)

I'm also into photography

I wish I had more time in the day for it, but I also try to do some language learning!

If you could have any job you wish what would you have? A food/travel writer/reviewer!

Something you’re good at: I've been told I'm good at giving advice and listening to people. Personally I'm very good at directions! There have been a few times where I've been stopped on the street and helped people navigate their way around.

Something you hate: Oranges :(, I can't stand the colour, the smell and the taste.

Something you forget: Hmmm not sure! I guess phone numbers. I only remember the numbers of my immediate family...

Your love language: Gift giving! I love getting people gifts and try hard to get something meaningful and/or practical. I'll try to remember little details about my friends and find something along the lines of that. I also love receiving gifts lol.

Favourite movies/shows: Ahhh so many! For animanga: Bleach, Samurai Champloo, xxxHOLiC, Sailor Moon, JJBA Diamond is Unbreakable. For movies: Spirited Away, Sorry to Bother You, Drive, Kill Bill Vol 2, Sympathy for Lady Vengeance, The Fall. Shows: Hannibal, Regular Show, 30 Rock, Prison Playbook (k-drama), Hotel del Luna (k-drama), Racket Boys (k-drama).

Favourite food: Too many... I think I could eat soup dumplings/xiaolongbao by the bucket loads. Or Sri Lankan crab curry mmmm. I also can't say no to chocolate cake 🫣

Favourite animal: bears!!! I know they could kill me, but why are they friend-shaped :(

What were you like as a child? I was an easygoing child and VERY curious. I would wake up in the middle of the night to do "science" experiments. Like one time I woke up around 3am and I dug up the front yard to find "cool rocks" 💀 or buy mentos from the local convenience store, wait for everyone to go to bed, then sneak into the kitchen and put the mentos in my parents 2L coke bottle to see it explode LMAO.

Favourite subject in school: i've been in school for too long: french & geography -> science -> physics -> biology -> advanced health economics for low and middle-income countries & biostatistics

Least favourite subject: Wood working... to avoid a fail, I asked the guy who had a crush on me to help me with my final project 🫣 I also hated organic chemistry in undergrad.

What’s your best character trait: I've been told I'm very caring and calming to be around! I had a friend describe me as a "human version of a spa" 💀

What’s your worst character trait? I cut people out of my life very easily. I think I should be more forgiving, but I just... can't get passed whatever slight was made to me/loved ones. I'm trying to be understanding and compassionate, but I also don't want you near me ever again lol.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? I hope trump and his administration dies. In my immediate life? I'd like a higher salary.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? It is definitely a tie between Johann Sebastian Bach and Muzio Clementi!! They are my favourite composers. My piano exam repertoire for the Baroque and Classical periods were from their piano repertoire. I have so much fun playing them and would love to learn their thought processes.

I tag: @soprawrites @villainsrtasty @nail-art-no-jutsu @muzansfangs @snuggetfish @if-dreams-do-come-true and any others who want to do this too (also feel free to ignore if you don't wanna do this, no obligation at all!!)

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Rory has been trending a little bun-obsessed lately, probably because we have lots of bunnies in our condo complex and she has to practice a lot of impulse control as she can't chase or really fixate on them, so I've been looking for ways to help her fulfill her bunny-murder urges safely.

Unfortunately we don't have a ton of areas I comfortable coursing her (letting her chase buns until she can't see them or catches them) because our bunnies are mostly urban animals BUT I was at the bougie pet store for unrelated reasons and they had dried rabbit feets which gave me an idea!

I bought a few and got some paper bags and put Rory in another room while I hid them around the apartment to sniff out, destroy, and eat. I figured it would satisfy some of her murder urges, even if it's not the whole predation sequence.

She was pretty happy about it! I'll try to add this to our rotation of enrichment activities and maybe get a few rabbit feet to chuck at her outdoors sometimes. Hopefully it'll help vent those bunny frustrations so they don't build up and hurt my good dog behaviours.

[randomrabbys]

Imagine a like minds summer. Same characters same time, just summer. How would Alex and Nigel meet? Interact? What different exterior force would force them to meet. Or would Nigel seek Alex out due to him being in his radar. (due to his beliefs of their father’s club) lol imagine Nigel stalking Alex and planning a special meet up only for Alex to blow him off.

Alex also living at the school. Imagine the bullshit they’d get up to in a mostly empty school all to their selves.

What were Alex’s father’s rules during the summer when everyone else was gone? (I just know Alex broke most of them) what other types of mischief did he, Josh, and Raj get up too. When and where (if) did they meet up?

Maybe they couldn’t meet up much and Alex would be left even more alone. (Which is perfect for Nigel to get to him)

Alex and Nigel could have also met if both of their fathers brought them to one of their meetings or whatever the club does, and they meet in the early summer. Having around two months. I bet they’d only have a few days or couple weeks of them not bickering.(or trying to hurt one another)

All the victims would still be dead of course, just slightly different situations leading up to the events.

Perhaps one of the rare times that Alex gets to meet up with Josh is when they plan to mess with Nigel. Making Nigel come ‘meet up with Alex’ then drugging him and getting him in the train. Then Josh dies and Alex feels even more guilty.

They could meet Susan at a corner store where she’s working for the summer. Alex would know her because he goes there often to get snacks and better food than the school food. Nigel would still see her as Alex’s Maraclea and would kill her.

Viewing it as a film, I think it would have a bit of a lighter feeling than the original, but still have its dark undertones. A lot of scenes would be at dusk and dawn. (I’m a firm believer in sunrise Alex and sunset Nigel)

Nigel’s death would come with the same fate. It would still be at the train tracks and it would be raining, but the sun would rise just a bit earlier and the clouds would eventually drift off, and Alex would be faced with it all.(being dragged away from Nigel’s body just as the sun peaks through, he is reborn) 9 months from August would be May.

I’d like to think that it would be the summer in-between the last school year. Alex coming back after missing the first month of school due to being detained for questioning. And being known as the faulty son who watched as a boy killed himself after killing his parents. (If the public even knew that) Alex would be absolutely haunted throughout that year. Quiet like he’s never been before. Then in May he disappears and no one can find him. He’s now carrying on Nigel’s legacy. Susans card is found and he becomes a suspect for her death.

But he is free. The weather is warm and Alex is reminded of Nigel, he must complete the cycle.

I would totally write a fic but I have no knowledge of what a teenager 2006 British summer looks like. I don't even know what a 2025 British summer looks like.

[sieglinde-freud]

oh im obsessed with this actually… who ever wrote this one i am kissing u on the forehead and hugging you real tight… inigo is such a loverboy im kkkhhhhhhijnsdnfng