#i'm so serious i just stared at it like it was picture of my wife in my locket and i was at war

[fisheito]

hiya l'il-- medium?...large?? Assorted Sizes-Guy

oh thanks! i could always use more spices-

. what am i supposed to do with this.

[ddeongies]

it truly is a blessing to live in a time where choreo and nmau are simultaneously updating… 🖤

anyways i come bearing gifts! (more like one) i drew this awhile back after chapter 5 of nmau, the flower field scene was just living in my head rent free 🌼.

it was supposed to be a sequence where ryu would ask “you take all the girls here?” and yj would answer “just you” but i got busy and lost confidence in showing it to you 😭😭

but you work so hard for us I just had to! also have to thank you for letting me draw yeji all handsome in a cap… this is just my rendition of how she would’ve looked in that scene, baseball cap, oversized soccer jersey and black jansport backpack (details!)

thank you for all u do and I’m super looking forward to chapter 10! 🫶

HI OKAY I LIKE GENUINELY DON'T KNOW HOW TO REPLY TO THIS IN A SANE WAY I'M SO TOUCHED???? both your message and this incredible art like WOW i'm 😭😭😭😭 i'm so 😭😭😭 thank you????

idk how you lost confidence to show me something this beautiful! like you captured her (both yeji in general omg her face???? and nmau yeji bc that's her! that's our lovely handsome jock!) perfectly like wow. i've literally been looking at this and grinning since yesterday 🥺

consider me fully tapped in to anything else you draw bc omg this is gorgeous 🖤🖤🖤

[norrisleclercf1]

Mafia Lestappen when reader gets into a car crash

A/N: And if I add a child? Then what????? Also Monaco is a lot bigger in this fake world soooo yeah maybe twice as big as it normally is

"Mommy, sing," You baby girl giggles as you drive her home from 1st grade, you hate dropping her off there, but it was safe and good for her to socialize with other children, and with her life and who her fathers are you knew letting her be herself safely was best.

"Adie," You sigh, but you can't deny those sea green eyes as you turn up the old Disney music and start to sing with her. She giggles happily as you look in the mirror and smile, 'MOMMY!" Adeline scream rings out as you look back in front of you and gasp, before everything goes dark.

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"Should be home soon," Charles sighs, finally home from a long day at the office, Max trudging in behind Charles wanting to just curl up in bed with his family. "I know, I hate she goes to school, but it's best," Max grumbles, always missing his little girl and Charles was no better.

When she was younger the two of them would break her out all the time but you put your foot down, stating that school would be good for Adeline. Charles hums and pets the cats and then Leo, his dog and moves grabbing his phone as it vibrates and he smiles as picture of you and Adie pop up.

"Mon cher, when are you going to be-" "Mr. Leclerc, this is Dr. LaRouche, I'm the emergency room attending here at Grace Kelly Memorial Hospital, I have your daughter and wife here, they were in a very serious accident," Charles feels his blood run cold as he turns to stare at Max whose bent down petting his cats. "What?" Max asks, looking up.

"Charles, what is it?"

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"I just want Mommy!" Adeline sobs, the pediatrician and nurse trying their best to calm her down. "I know sweetie, but we've called your fathers, they'll be here soon," The doors fly open as Max charges in like a bull, eyes wild before the settle on his baby girl. "ADIE!" "DADDY!" She sobs and moves as he rushes over and captures her in his arms.

"I'm here, I'm here," Max repeats as Charles collides into them holding his baby as well. "Mommy, mommy was hurt," She sobs and Max refuses to move from her side as Charles looks around their guards everywhere as the staff move carefully around them. "Someone tell me where the fuck, our wife is?" Charles ground out and a nurse stands, walking over quickly.

"You're wife and daughter were involved in a head on collision, the man was running from the cops and hit your wife. She sustained a head injury and a lacerated spleen and they needed to take her to surgery to remove the spleen as it was bleeding and unable to be repaired. You can see her in a couple hours when the surgery is over, please, just stay with your daughter," The nurse calmly explains and Max moves lying on the bed now.

"Charles," Charles turns around and sees Adie crying softer and looking at him with his own eyes. "Oh, my poor bebe, you must've been so scared. You were so brave," Charles praises softly kissing her head as Max looks over her only seeing little scratches and scruffs, the only thing that concerns him is the cut on her forehead.

"Does your head hurt my little star?" Max whispers pulling her into his lap and holding her close as Charles blocks them from the lingering eyes in the Emergency room. "Just a little, they gave me yucky medicine to help," She explains, "Papa, can I play a game on your phone?" She asks, blinking and Charles quickly gives her his phone.

"Mr. Verstappen, Mr. Leclerc?" They turn as a doctor approaches them. "Your wife is out of surgery, we can't let you in the room, but you can see her," Charles and Max move, Charles taking Adie into his arms and kisses her head gently as they walk through the stale hospital hallways and stop at your window, the sound of candy crush going low from Charles's phone.

"She's good, just sleeping, we'll continue to monitor her, but luckily her car is....military grade, if her car wasn't like that then it would be much worse," The doctor says and pats Max's back who nods as Charles squeezes Adie close unable to imagine what would've happened.

"Told you it was worth it," Max whispers and Charles sighs resting his head on his shoulder. "Not now, Max,"

[mrpenguinpants]

I'm gonna wife you up!

— You propose (sort-of?) to your boyfriend (wife?)

— Kaji Ren, Suo Hayato, Togame Jo + Yamato Endo

[Masterlist]

This was meant to be more serious, but then I tripped and fell into a vat of sugar syrup. I'd hate to be in the same room. The dichotomy of my fics is wild.

Kaji Ren

Realistically, if you dissected the situation under a microscope, it wasn’t your fault. When you and Kaji first started dating, his habit of keeping his headphones on had driven you insane. The heavy metal blaring past the ear cushions was louder than your voice, no matter how important the thing you were trying to say. It almost ended things between you until you learned why those headphones mattered to him. They weren’t just for music; they were his shield, a barrier between him and a world that often overwhelmed him. In return, plus a thorough scolding from Hiragi, he's stopped playing his music at full volume. Only loud enough to block the outside noise but not your voice. It was a compromise, one that spoke more about his effort to meet you halfway than words ever could. But sometimes... sometimes, he gets lost in his distractions. His thumb drifts to his phone, inching the volume dial higher and higher until it drowns everything out. The world, your voice, you. You know he doesn’t do it on purpose. He’s not ignoring you, not intentionally. But still, you feel the tiniest bit petty about it. After all, you’re right there, talking to him. What’s so captivating about music or scrolling through nonsense that it takes precedence over you?

"Did you know that people used whale carcasses to fuel lanterns? So there wasn't a lack of light in the dark alleyways of London. The light was made from whale grease. They literally made lights to light up the world from whale corpses. Isn't that disgusting?"

So, in your petty spite, you've decided to spitball the weirdest and most disgusting things until he pays attention to you. Unsurprisingly, Kaji doesn’t even flinch. His head remains tilted, chin propped on his hand as his gaze drifts lazily out the window. His other hand scrolls aimlessly, the music in his headphones a distant hum. You narrow your eyes at him, leaning against the desk with exaggerated boredom. For a moment, you consider escalating to some gruesome medieval torture facts. That ought to do the trick. But instead, you settle for staring at him, waiting for him to slip up, to show even the tiniest hint that he’s paying attention.

“I’m talking to you, asswipe,” you grit out through clenched teeth. “Pay attention to me before I grab your phone and toss it out the window.”

Still nothing.

His head nods faintly to the beat of whatever is playing in his headphones. The absence of a reaction feels deliberate like he's testing your patience on purpose. You narrow your eyes, leaning forward to sneak a closer look at his phone. But your short stature betrays you, leaving you with only the dark reflection of your face staring back from the glossy screen. The thought of not knowing what’s capturing his attention drives you mad, your curiosity clawing at you like an itch you can’t scratch. Huffing in defeat, you slump back into your chair with a dramatic flourish, arms crossing tightly over your chest. Your gaze fixes on the ceiling tiles above, your lips forming a pout as your mind races. If he won’t listen to you, maybe you should start plotting how to make him.

"You know when I first met you, I thought your bowl haircut was su-per lame," you hum blandly into the air, your tone light but teasing. It's not like he'll hear you anyway. Kaji, ever the picture of detachment, is still immersed in his music, occasionally nodding his head to the beat as though agreeing with it more than he ever does with you, "Oh, and your fashion sense? Shitty. Hoodies every day? Really? Don’t you get hot in summer? Geez, you’re like a walking furnace. What are you hiding under there, a whole other climate zone?"

He doesn’t react, of course. Not to the jabs, not to the edge of fondness creeping into your voice. You let out another heavy, exaggerated sigh and lean forward, crossing your arms on Kaji's desk. Your head comes to rest on them, and you tilt slightly to peer up at him through your lashes, "But...they are pretty cozy. Fall is coming soon, you'll let me borrow one, yeah? Hehe, say nothing if it's okay."

Nothing. Bingo.

"Do you know that your voice is really deep? It's actually very distracting. You like my voice too, right? So much that you can only stand to listen to it a few times a day, or you'll combust into a thousand hearts. I get it—I would too. Say nothing if you agree," You nod into your arms, a small but smug smile tugging at your lips, even though you know you’re talking to a brick wall, or rather a wall-wearing headphone. Turning over onto your other side, your cheek still smushed against your forearm, you find yourself facing the blackboard. It’s covered in the messy chicken scratches the teacher calls math notes.

"The only thing I like about you," you say, voice quieter now. Your gaze drifts to his reflection in the window, "is that you're a good listener. Well, not really—since, you know, you're wearing those stupid headphones—but you do remember the important things. The things that matter, even if I’ve only said them once. So, do me a favor and be a good listener right now, okay?"

Your eyes drift across the chalkboard, lingering on today’s date written in light blue chalk. You bite back a smile, your voice turning into a whisper, more to yourself than to Kaji. "In two... no, maybe three years, I’m going to propose to you."

You pause for a moment, letting the weight of the words settle in, your eyes still fixed on the chalkboard as if it might offer some answer. Then, with a slight smirk, you continue, “And if you ignore me, I’ll make you wear the dress at our wedding. I’ll even call you my wife.”

Your gaze flicks back to Kaji, but he’s still lost in his music, oblivious to your declaration. “That’s fine, right? Say nothing if you promise.”

The silence that follows feels strangely comfortable as if your words have filled the space between you in ways his headphones never could. Your gaze lingers on him for a beat longer before drifting back to the blackboard. You remain still, staring at the chalk marks and messy equations, lost in thought.

Minutes tick by, and the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. Students begin filing into classrooms, the hallway filling with the bustling noise of chatter and hurried footsteps. You let out a quiet sigh, already saddened that your brief time with Kaji has come to an end. With a faint wave, you step out of his classroom, glancing back one last time. Kaji remains as he is, headphones firmly in place, his world closed off.

In the sudden stillness of the room, Kaji's fingers drift up to slide his headphones down. His eyes lift to the blackboard, locking onto the date scrawled in light blue chalk. His expression morphs into something distant, a thousand-yard stare settling over him. For a moment, he doesn’t move. Then, slowly, he rises from his desk and approaches the blackboard, the faint sound of his chair scraping against the floor breaking the quiet. His hands tremble as they hover over the numbers, hesitating, before finally tracing them with the tip of a finger. His heart pounds in his chest, his thoughts swirling in chaotic spirals. A faint smile begins to tug at the corners of his lips, fragile and uncertain, but genuine. Yet before it can fully take shape, the sharp ringing of the late lunch bell jolts him. Kaji flinches, the sound snapping him out of his reverie. His budding smile falters, slipping away like a fleeting dream. He takes one last glance at the blackboard, his hand curling into a fist at his side, before turning away. His steps are slow and heavy as he trudges back to his desk. Lowering himself into the chair, he buries his head in his arms, shoulders tense. Moments later, he flicks his headphones back on, pulling them snugly over his ears as if to block out the world—and perhaps himself. His ears burn red beneath the headphones, betraying the thoughts still racing through his mind.

Suo Hayato

"How are you so pretty? Did you make a contract with that ancient spirit that lives in your eye? It's not fair," you whine, shaking Suo's head from side to side with exaggerated dramatics. The tassels attached to his earrings sway in rhythm with your movements as your fingers lightly pinch his cheeks. Suo can only chuckle, his soft laughter filling the space as he lets you do as you please, your fingers molding his face like soft clay. Your words are familiar but unusually persistent today. This isn’t the first time you’ve complimented him, far from it, but there’s a different energy in your voice now, an almost childlike fascination that has Suo amused. Usually, you’ll beam at him, toss out a casual "You're so pretty," and then return to your usual antics. But this time? This time, you’re relentless, rattling off your admiration like you’ve secretly prepared a monologue. Suo wonders briefly if you’ve been spending too much time with Nieri, perhaps picking up some of their overly theatrical tendencies. As you continue your tirade about his "unworldly" beauty, Suo raises his hands to your wrists, gently holding them to stop your playful assault on his cheeks. His touch is warm, his grip soft yet firm, and his gaze meets yours with quiet affection.

"Alright, alright," he says with a small smile, the corners of his lips quirking upward. "If you keep this up, my cheeks are going to be permanently pink."

But even as he tries to deflect, Suo finds it hard to hide the warmth that spreads in his chest. Your unfiltered admiration catches him off guard every time, no matter how often you shower him with it. He thinks, perhaps, this is why he lets you tease him so freely. Your sincerity is disarming in the best way. He shakes his head, still holding your wrists, "You're too fixated on my appearance today. What's going on with you...?"

You pout at his response, his grip on your wrists preventing any further assault on his cheeks. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, you lean into his hand, your head tilting slightly as you gaze up at him with wide, innocent eyes. It’s your best attempt at looking pitiful, the kind of look that usually gets him to cave.

"Suo’s just so pretty," you whine again, dragging out the words as if the weight of his beauty is a personal burden. Your lips curve into a slight pout as you attempt to weaponize your puppy-dog stare. "It’s not fair. And you even dare to act like you don’t know how beautiful you are! It’s a crime against humanity."

His laughter spills out, soft and melodic, as he shakes his head at your antics. "A crime against humanity? That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?"

"No!" you insist, sitting up straighter and pulling slightly against his hold, though his grip remains firm but kind. "It’s absolutely criminal, Suo. If you’re not careful, someone might file a lawsuit against you for being too pretty."

Suo chuckles again, your attempt at acting pitiful not lost on him as he shakes his head. He's well aware of how much you enjoy complimenting him and being extra about things. But you're really laying it on extra thick today, he thinks. It's amusing, though, and he's not about to tell you to stop. He loves how shameless you are, how you'll gush to him about anything and everything with no hesitation. It’s one of the things that makes you so unique in his eyes. Your words, unfiltered and sincere, always manage to get under his skin in the best way. He can't help but feel a little flutter of endearment at your words, his heartwarming every time you show him affection so freely. He keeps holding your wrists as he looks down at you, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"You really think I'm that pretty, huh?" Suo asks again, just to see how you're going to respond. He knows the answer, but he wants to see just how far you'll go to show your affection. There’s a teasing lilt in his voice, a playful challenge he knows you'll meet head-on. He gently lets go of one of your wrists, bringing his hand up to stroke your chin. He gazes at you expectantly, enjoying the way you're looking at him, completely at ease in his presence. There's a silly squiggle of a smile on your lips, a happy hum leaving them as you lean into his touch, and tiny crow's feet under your eyes from the smile that never seems to leave when you're near him. You nod vigorously, bouncing on your toes as you start to sway from side to side, your energy infectious.

"Yup! The prettiest wife in all of Makochi."

Ah. Suo's smile freezes for a second at the term that you use, his expression faltering for the first time. He stares at you, his mind processing the word that just slipped out of your mouth. It's obvious you didn't mean to say that. He can tell from how you immediately fall back loudly on your heels. At how you go absolutely rigid in his hand and how hot your face is growing. That squiggle of happiness morphs into one of embarrassment as your eyes are wide with abject horror.

You look like you're about to cry.

For a few moments, the both of you remain still, Suo's hand gently holding your jaw. Suo's surprise at your words mirrored in the widening of his eyes. Then a smile, so large it almost splits his face in two, spreads across his face, stretching from ear to ear. He can't believe you just called him a wife. He can't help but let out an abrupt laugh, his eyes gleaming with amusement and something softer as he looks down at you, a grin still spread over his face. A mischievous gleam enters his eyes, his gaze focused solely on every subtle change in your expression.

"Did you just call me your wife?" Suo says, his voice a little strangled as he tries to hold back a guffaw. He can't believe you actually said that. He can't help but find it unbelievably cute that you just slipped up and blurted out something so endearing at such a random time. His hand is still holding your jaw, keeping you trapped in this moment with him. A mortified squeak gets stuck in your throat, and you try, desperately to form a defense. But at the same time, his reaction only makes the flush on your cheeks grow hotter. Your face is burning up from his question, and you can hardly look him straight on as your mouth opens and closes, unable to find the words to answer him. Suo can only chuckle lowly at your flustered attempt at a response. He can tell you're embarrassed and flustered by your own words, and it's completely adorable. You can feel your stomach twisting itself into knots, your heart beating loudly against your chest. You can only nod slowly, unable to find any will to verbally speak.

"Don't be mean Hayato..." you whine, and he thinks if he pushes any further, you will actually cry. He can see the water welling up in your eyes. As much as he wanted to embarrass you further, he drew the line at making you cry. Suo quickly relents and releases your face, bringing his hands up in surrender.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was just teasing, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," he pacifies, he can still see your bottom lip stuck out in a childish pout, your face flushed with scarlet pink. He stands up from his seat so he's finally at a comfortable level with you, he reaches out to pull you by the lapels of your sweater closer to him. Soft kisses are pressed until those tiny crow feet that only appear when you smile come back to life. What kind of wife would he be if he made his spouse upset?

Togame Jo

Look. You get it. Togame is hot. Super hot. He's tall, big, and has the prettiest emerald eyes you've ever seen in your life. Did you spend the majority of your time on Earth just staring into those eyes? Maybe. But that's beside the point. The point is, that you know how attractive your boyfriend is, and that’s always going to attract unwanted attention. He can't exactly change how he looks, and you would never want that for something this petty, but you can be mad about it, right?! It's frustrating, honestly. You try to focus on your own things, but the way people always seem to gravitate toward him, especially when you're around, is hard to ignore. It's not like they're trying to hide it. You catch the lingering glances, the whispers that stop the moment you step into the room. And while you know Togame would never do anything to entertain their attention, it still doesn't make the jealousy feel any less real. You hate how much it bothers you, especially when you know he’s yours. But still, the way other people look at him, the way they smile at him... it’s like they want him for themselves, and it makes you want to wrap your arms around him and never let anyone else near him. Maybe it’s irrational, but when he’s so damn perfect, what else can you do but get a little possessive?

"Hey..." Togame attempts to soothe your huffing and puffing as you glare at your villain origin story. You have no idea who she is, how she even got here, but you're ready to murder her when this night is over. She's been making eyes at Togame the entire night, despite his arm being around your waist. Togame, being the lovable socially awkward dork that he is, doesn’t even notice it. He just thinks she might need something from him but is too scared to ask. He gets it—he's rather intimidating from a stranger's perspective. But you can see the difference. You can see the slightly higher pitch in her voice, the way it sounds softer and almost flirtatious. You can see how she doesn't even bother to look in your direction as if you didn’t exist. It’s like she’s convinced you’re some sort of invisible background character in her game of trying to capture Togame’s attention. Your grip tightens on his arm, the possessiveness bubbling up in you, but you try to keep your cool.

You feel your chest tighten with an odd mixture of anger and embarrassment. You know you should let it go, that you're being irrational, but you can't seem to control the simmering jealousy. The worst part is, you feel so bad for feeling like this. You know it's not Togame's fault, and you really, really don’t want to push your frustration onto him. You feel so childish letting this random girl make you so mad when you could be spending time with your boyfriend and his friends in ignorant bliss. You know Togame would never cheat on you; you even have permission to beat him bloody from Choji if he ever does. You need to keep reminding yourself that he won’t. You’re not mad at Togame—no, he’s perfect, and you’re lucky to have him—but there's something about this girl, the way she’s so casually blatant about her attention, that makes your blood boil. You take another deep breath, mentally reminding yourself that you’re better than this, that you trust him completely. You really do. Yet, as her laugh rings in your ears, it feels like all the self-control you’ve been clinging to is starting to slip away. She’s just so annoying, and you don’t know how Togame doesn't notice.

"Baby…"

Your face is slowly turned around to meet those vibrant emerald eyes you constantly fawn over. Togame is giving you a lopsided grin, the tiniest notch in his brow to show he's concerned about your silent demeanor, his index and thumb squishing your cheeks lightly. "You okay?"

His voice is gentle, soft, like he's trying to coax you out of whatever has been bothering you. God. You love this man. You can feel your heart stamping on the ground in frustration from cuteness aggression. He's just so sweet! It’s hard to explain why you feel this way, even harder to admit it to him. Still, his comforting presence is enough to ease your racing thoughts, even if just for a moment. Togame watches you carefully, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone, a silent question in his gaze. He doesn’t deserve this, doesn’t deserve your irrational jealousy and frustrations. Yet here you are, looking up at him with a mixture of affection and a sinking feeling in your stomach.

"No, absolutely not," you grumble, lips pursed as you frown at him. "I've never been worse."

He lightly chuckles. You take your earlier compliment back; this man is not sweet. If he were, he wouldn't be laughing at your internal struggle of contemplating if life in prison is worth first-degree manslaughter. It isn’t, because then you'd never see Togame again. Unless you don’t get caught. The thought lingers for a moment before you shake your head. Ridiculous. You can’t seriously be considering something so insane. Still, it doesn’t stop you from glaring at him for making light of your torment. He’s completely oblivious to the war raging inside your mind. Meanwhile, his laughter continues, making your heart thump erratically in your chest despite your frustration. You can’t even be mad at him for long. How could you, when his smile is enough to melt every ounce of irritation away?

"Why is that? You tired? We can go home if ya want," Togame squishes your cheeks again before letting go and settling his arm over your shoulder. Because you're spiteful to the core, you look over your shoulder to see if that girl is watching. She is. You hold back the urge to smirk at her with all your teeth. You’re maturing, you’ll tell yourself. You return your attention back to Togame, who, in your moment of glaring at the girl, has already ordered you a water. He pushes the cup toward you, nodding towards it.

"Drink what you can and we can go," he says easily. As if it’s no big deal. You have to bite your lip, yet a muffled whine escapes between the seams. You stare at the cup in your hands, the condensation gathering on the outside, and for a moment, you’re overwhelmed by the warmth in your chest. He’s so willing to prioritize you, even when you know he was looking forward to this night. It’s small, but it means everything. You take a sip, the cool water refreshing you, and feel a wave of gratitude wash over you. There’s something about his thoughtfulness, the way he effortlessly puts you first, that makes you feel like the luckiest person alive. You glance up at him, your heart fluttering just a little. You’re going to marry this man. Right now, actually.

"What's your ring size? I need to know immediately," you grumble, kicking his foot lightly. Togame only laughs heartily at your heartfelt proposal. He leans over, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as you fume into your cup of water. His arm around your shoulder curls, pushing you against his side, as his hand caresses your cheek, gently pulling it up so your lips quirk into a lopsided smile. He leans in, almost until his nose touches yours, and those emerald eyes are all you can see. His gaze softens, that familiar warmth filling his eyes. The teasing glint is gone now, replaced with a sincerity that makes your heart skip. You’re still a bit frustrated, but when he looks at you like that, all your irritation melts away. Togame’s presence feels grounding, his affection so steady and constant. You exhale through your nose, trying to suppress the smile that threatens to break free, but it’s impossible. With a soft chuckle, you let the tension fall from your shoulders.

"Yeah? You sure you wanna do that?" he says smoothly, but you can see the slight pink on his cheeks and ears. His eyes bounce around the room, and you're sure if you held his hand, it would be clammy. You set your glass of water down to free your hands, cupping his cheeks gently. Leaning in, you press a quick peck to his lips, which makes him let out a quiet hum, a soft smile tugging at his features.

"Yeah, gonna wife you up. That way when people see a big shiny rock on your finger, they leave you alone," you hiss, your foot kicking your chair leg in your frustration. Togame laughs again, loud and so, so pretty. His laughter fills the space between you like a soft melody, and despite the chaos around you, you feel a little lighter. In hindsight, maybe you could have made this a bit more romantic. Sitting in one of Shishitoren's bars, surrounded by people wasted or halfway into developing liver cancer, fueled by your petty and spiteful feelings toward a girl whose name you don't even know—you essentially proposed to your boyfriend. You wonder if that qualifies as the most unconventional proposal ever, but it doesn’t really matter.

"Come on, let's go," Togame stands up abruptly, escaping your hold as he pushes his chair back. His arm is still around your shoulder, so you're forced to follow him, stumbling unsteadily as you cling to his orange and white jacket.

"Wha- Wait. Where are we going? Your friends are still—" You're cut off by a kiss, this time long and deep. The world around you blurs, and just like that, you've completely forgotten what you were supposed to do. Friends? Who? You both probably came alone. The taste of him lingers on your lips as you break away, your mind momentarily scrambled. His hands rest gently on your waist, guiding you toward the door. It feels as if the entire bar has melted away, leaving just the two of you in your own bubble of silence. You can't help but smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

"They'll be fine, I'll just see them tomorrow anyway. Come on, we have more important things to do," he laughs lightly, but you can clearly see those pink cheeks turning darker. Screw the five necessities of human life, you’re going to spend everything on this ring.

You slide next to him, pressing your sides together. "Okay. Let's go before the store closes."

Togame chuckles again, shy and so cute, like he can't quite believe you're about to go to a store to pick out rings like you're in Vegas. You take his hand and pull him through the crowd, towards the door. On the way, you pass by the same girl. She's frowning at you, scoffing and looking away. You can't wait to wave your man’s hand, shiny ring glinting in the light.

As you walk out into the cool night air, there's a rush of excitement in your chest, and Togame’s hand feels just a little bit warmer in yours. He glances over at you, his lips pulling into a soft smile, the pink still creeping up his neck.

"You really sure about this?" he asks quietly, though his eyes sparkle with something else—anticipation, maybe.

You nod firmly, squeezing his hand. "Absolutely."

Tonight, it's just the two of you, and it feels like the world outside doesn't even exist.

Endo Yamato

Today is quiet. Almost peaceful, like those mornings when you wake up before your alarm can ring. You can just lay there and bask in the warmth of your blankets. Listen to the sounds coming through the window. The distant hum of life outside, the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze. Everything feels in perfect balance. The world isn’t rushing. It’s as if time itself is slowing down to let you fully exist in this moment. For once, there's no pressure to be anywhere, do anything, or think about what comes next. It’s just you, the quiet, and the world unfolding gently around you. Even take a moment to remember how to breathe. One deep breath in, feeling your lungs expand, then exhale. Serenity.

"I should divorce you and take half your assets."

The HB pencil that's been gnawed on pauses under Endo's teeth. The wood creaks as he eases his jaw on the poor object, the sunken imprints of his molars bending it out of shape, as he turns to look at you over his shoulder. You're sprawled on your stomach across his couch, fingers idly tapping away at something bright on your phone screen, looking as if nothing is amiss. For a second, Endo thinks he might have been hallucinating, but he hasn’t reached that level of crazy yet. No, he knows perfectly well that he didn’t imagine that. Especially not that specific sentence. Slowly, he lowers his pencil, letting it clatter against the desk along with his other supplies. The chair creaks as he swivels around to face you. You don’t even glance up from your phone as he watches, an eyebrow twitching in confusion. It’s almost like you said it casually like you were commenting on the weather or talking about dinner plans. But he knows you well enough to recognize the underlying challenge in your words.

"We're not married," he says instead, his voice level. It almost sounds as if he’s been expecting this, because realistically, what is he supposed to say to that? You take your attention off your phone, looking at him with a frown. There's irritation clouding your eyes, and your lips are downturned into an annoyed grimace like he's the bad guy. It's all kind of cute to him. He watches as your gaze narrows at him, waiting for a response, and a sigh escapes your lips, more dramatic than necessary. You cross your arms, looking like you've just been told that the sky is green and not blue. Your frustration is palpable, and it makes him smile—just a little. He tries to hide it, but it's clear you've seen it.

"So," you gesture with your hand in the air as if you're talking to a child, "Marry me so I can divorce you and take half your assets."

For a moment, he's frozen, processing the words you just said. His brain stumbles over the absurdity of it all, the sudden shift in your tone from casual to strict. Then, when his mind eventually catches up, he can't help the laughter that bubbles up his chest. It's not just a small chuckle or snort—no, the sound that comes out is loud enough to echo in the silence of the room. It starts as a hearty laugh, the kind that shakes his shoulders, and you can't help but watch him with a mix of confusion. The sound of his laughter fills the space between you, his eyes bright as he shakes his head, clearly delighted by the turn of events. He leans back, his hand pressing against his forehead as he lets out another round of laughter, wiping away a tear.

You're shitting me," Endo replies, the amusement in his voice clear as day. He stands up from his chair and walks over to the couch you're lying on. He stands beside you, hands shoved into his pockets, still laughing quietly to himself. You only crane your neck up higher, still wearing that miffed yet pouty expression on your face. Endo can’t help but admire the mix of frustration and cuteness. He wants to reach out and pinch your cheeks, but he knows you'll actually try to bite his fingers, which only makes him more entertained. Feisty little stray he's got on his hands. Endo takes a moment to savor the sight of you. Your scrunched-up face, the way your arms are crossed as you try to stay mad at him. Something is endearing about how easily he can make you annoyed, and it never fails to amuse him. After a few seconds of standing there and enjoying your reaction, he decides to act on the urge to mess with you. With a grin still tugging at the corners of his lips, he walks around to the other side of the couch and plops down behind you. Before you can fully process what he's doing, he grabs your hips and pulls you backward into his lap, settling you against him.

"Endo!" you complain, trying to wiggle away, but he laughs again, deep and full of amusement. He buries his face into your shoulder, still shaking from the laughter that won’t stop, his chest vibrating against your back. The warmth of him spreads against your skin, and even as you remain frustrated, there’s a quiet smile that starts tugging at your own lips.

"You're so damn cute," he mumbles, his nose brushing against the side of your shoulder as he nuzzles into your shirt. Judging by the size, it’s probably one of his shirts you've stolen from his closet. You don’t need a ring to start taking all his stuff anyway. His arms wrap around your stomach, holding you in place. Then, in that teasing tone of his, he adds, "You know prenups exist, right? For gold-digging scums like you. A clingy, annoying little gold digger."

You bring your elbow back, nailing him in the stomach with a swift jab, but it hardly phases him. After all, he's seen you put enough force into a punch to break someone's nose. He winces slightly, but the grin never leaves his face. You try to stay annoyed, but the comfort of being in his arms, his warmth against your back, begins to soothe you. Even as you relax in his hold, slumping back until your head rests against his sternum, there's a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. He tightens his arms around you, pulling you even further back into him, as his face drifts down toward the crook of your neck. The movement is so natural, so comforting, and you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you. For all his teasing, there’s something soft in the way he holds you that makes everything else fade away.

"Don't call me that," you huff, attention returning to your phone screen. You were playing a game this entire time, and his teasing was just enough to distract you from your focus. He’s unsure of which, or both, words you're referring to, but at this point, you've already exited the conversation entirely. Instead, he chuckles quietly again into your shoulder as he pulls you back so you're fully sitting on his lap. His warmth envelops you, and his arms settle around your waist, keeping you close. He buries his face back into your neck, but his hands remain on your hips, gently drawing lazy circles on the exposed skin where your shirt had ridden up.

"What? Cute? Gold-digger?" he teases, his voice light and playful, "You'd make a better trophy wife than a model, pretty."

He lets his mind wander to those possibilities, as uncomfortable as they are. He knows he's got a pretty screwed-up relationship with love and admiration. From the few romantic relationships he's had in life, he's only ever been met with betrayal and disappointment. Not even to the discredit of his partners; he's always been a bad judge of character. But now, with you, something feels different. He can at least admit to his own feelings, even if they're complicated. And he's slowly beginning to grow addicted to the way you make him feel. The way your eyes twitch in irritation when he teases you, the soft, light fluttering sound you make when you giggle as he stomps on someone's face, and even the way you try to hide that lovely smile behind your hands when he returns bruised and battered. All of it, everything about you, has him practically swooning over you. Endo can't help but think that this relationship is toxic in the most addictive way, but oddly, that doesn’t scare him. He likes it. It feels real, it feels raw, and maybe for the first time, he's willing to embrace it—dark sides and all. The question lingers in his mind, though: Do you feel the same way? Will you tolerate him long enough, until death do his part?

"Idiot, stop acting like you're not my wife already," you scoff, and that, that makes Endo pause. His brain has completely skidded to a halt because what the hell? That’s just unfair. That’s just super unfair.

You continue scrolling on your phone, but the way you lean your head to the side, giving him better access to your neck, doesn’t go unnoticed. That small gesture sends a shudder down his spine. He can feel the pulse in his throat as his heart rate picks up, and before he knows it, he’s nuzzling his nose beneath your ear, taking in the warmth of your skin. His lips find the sensitive spot just under your jaw, nipping lightly, knowing full well that it’ll make you squirm. His hands, without permission, sneak under the hem of your shirt, fingertips grazing over the soft surface of your waist and stomach. But your hand stamps down his advances, swatting at his fingers like a cat. He grins, relenting with a laugh, but he doesn't mind. There’s a kind of contentment in being near you like this, the two of you wrapped up in the present moment, the intimacy in your shared space enough to drown out any noise. The warmth of your body radiates against him, and he can feel it seeping into his skin. The soft rhythm of your fingerpads tapping away at your phone screen, absorbed in your game, is almost hypnotic. For a moment, everything else fades away, the noise of the world outside, the stress of the day, leaving just you and him, together in a small bubble of calm. One deep breath in, feeling the air fill his lungs, then exhale. Serenity.

[uncouth-the-fifth]

i'd like to report a crime - Leon Kennedy/Reader

read it on Ao3.

Pairing: Agent!Leon/Detective!Wife!Reader Tags: anxious work stress + leon comfort!!, leon being a fucking goober Notes: when i'm at work I'm always picturing him swooping in to save me...... leon kennedy if you can hear me please protect me from 9-5 hell... and like I said before, I would LOVE requests or prompts for this fic, I have so many ideas but I can't commit to any of them lol.

Standing in the bullpen at work today, you had a thought. Maybe they called it “medieval torture” because that was a whole lot catchier than “a shitty day at the busiest police precinct in Washington DC.”

It certainly felt like medieval torture to you. Before you’d even stepped into your big girl pants this morning, you knew that today was going to suck. Plain and simple. Suck. Yet another presidential event was bringing the Secret Service’s jurisdiction into your already hectic station, meaning that big square dudes in suits were going to be breathing down your neck until quitting time. You had three huge active cases that needed your attention. One of those cases came pre-packaged with a deeply annoying lawyer, who, in your professional opinion, has his head shoved a foot up his ass. He will absolutely be showing up to bother you today.

And worst of all: in your haste to get to work (Leon had put some serious effort into making you late), you’d accidentally worn a pair of super uncomfortable shoes! So now every waking moment of your existence was bonafide torture.

Clamping your jaw, you glance up from the paperwork in front of you and check your watch. Three o’clock. Right, okay, you can work with that.

You slap your hands down on your desk as you push out of your seat, and it gets a satisfying yelp out of the man sitting cross-legged beside it. He bristles up like a porcupine and nasally complains, “Where are you going, Detective Kennedy? You said we could—”

“Coffee, Douglas,” you bite back to said lawyer.

The last thing you want right now is some of the lousy, watered-down coffee from the station’s breakroom, but taking mini-breaks at your desk is just not an option anymore. Douglas has been camped out there from the moment you clocked in, and since you both refuse to budge, he’s going to stay there. Breakroom it is. You wince the whole way there, cursing your shoes from hell.

Someone forgot to start another pot of joe, so you have the absolute pleasure of doing it yourself. A small blessing in disguise, really. You give the glass pot your best thousand-yard-stare the whole time it heats the water, and just when the outline of it is starting to burn behind your eyelids, you’re jolted out of your glazed reverie by a cheerful, “Detective Kennedy!”

The officer appears at your side like she was there the entire time, and you wouldn’t put it past her���Giana is the latest in a long line of rookies who have imprinted on you over the years. Good kid, but a little on the overeager side.

She gives you a sympathetic frown and launches into way too much bubbly talking for your aching head to handle. “Heyo! Man, it’s crazy today, huh? You look beat, detective. Hey, think of it this way—just a few more hours and we’ll be home free! Any fun plans tonight?”

The question triggers a movie-style flashback sequence in your mind, complete with black-and-white visuals and some tasteful dream fog. Leon, your husband, boredly poking around the aisles of a new Target by your place. Leon discovering the boys' toy section. Leon, your beautiful, amazing husband, going starry-eyed at the massive NERF Elite Titan CS-50 Toy Blaster, which you’re pretty sure you need a license to operate.

He’d tapped the Nerf box like a boy on Christmas morning. “150 foam bullets, baby.”

But it would take a lot of energy to relay all of that to Giana. So instead of explaining that you’re having an epic Nerf duel with Leon when you get home (no headshots, loser makes dinner), you cooly answer: “...Spending time with my husband.”

Giana hums. “It’s so weird to me that you’re married…” (Thanks.) “I can’t even picture you not grinding away at some case.”

The coffee machine burbles out its last sad spit of coffee. You pour a good amount into your mug, smiling, “Oh, Leon’s just as bad. We’re both married to our work. He’s just my favorite mistress, s’all.”

Giana opens her mouth to launch into another cheery tirade you can’t catch up with. You like the girl, but on top of being way too eager, she’s also painfully see-through. For example, you don’t even have to turn around to know that a gloriously hot guy has just walked into the bullpen behind you. It’s written all over Giana’s owlish look over your shoulder. Hell, you can even clock that he’s heading straight this way—not only does Giana cross herself to bid away impure thoughts of the stranger, but she evaporates into smoke out of pure shyness.

“Look out!” She stage-whispers.

Aw. Poor girl, you think as she waddles away. Considering who’s going to be unloading a clip of foam bullets into you later this evening, (what a strange double entendre), you’re basically immune to hot guys. You can handle this.

“Excuse me, detective, I’d like to report a crime?”

All sense of professionalism poofs off your face at that familiar voice. You whirl to face your husband, and in one swift slash, the ten ton weight of your stress is slapped clean off your back.

Leon’s resting stare has slowly been absorbed by his Serious Agent Face. But today, he’s smoldering less in the business way and more in the off-duty model way. In a white tee, jeans, and racing-striped leather jacket, he certainly looks the part, clean-shaven and dewy-skinned. Fuck him and his unblemished skin. What Umbrella moisturizer was he using back in the day, dammit?

You’re capable of joking again and fall flawlessly into the bit. “Of course. What kind of crime, beautiful?”

He isn’t really able to look flustered, but you think you get close to the impossible with the way his head tilts at that line. You notice that he’s hiding something behind his back.

“A theft,” he answers. The tiniest smirk twitches on his mouth. “My heart’s been stolen.”

…What a fucking cornball. The tragic part is that you find the joke pretty funny, and not completely in the ironic way. He waits for you to giggle and twirl your hair or what-the-fuck-ever, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction, ducking into his quick hug to grin into his shoulder.

You groan at his awful joke. “Jesus. You need a fork for all that corn, Leon?”

“I take mine off the cob,” he drawls in your ear. With that voice, he could make anything sound suggestive.

You’re about to pout at him for failing to return your hug, when you draw back and see that his hands are full. It’s then that Leon presents his bounty to you, bowing his head and holding his trophies aloft like a knight giving respect to his princess: in one hand, one of the stupid expensive coffees you like, and in the other… your comfiest work flats.

“How?” is the first thing your fish brain manages to say. Because, truly, how does he always know? The coffee, the shoes— “Did you put a tracker in me? One that tells you everything I’ve been complaining about all day?”

You go slumping down into the nearest seat, mystified by him. Leon sets the still-steaming coffee down in front of you and kneels, stooping to help you out of your shoes-from-hell. The strap around your ankle has rubbed the bone raw even through your tights. He gets the clasp loose on the first shoe with little fussing, then soothes the skin with tender brushes of his thumb.

“Mhm,” he hums. All you can see of him from this angle is the layers of color in his hair, deep browns and ash blondes blending into one another. The smug pride in his voice is obvious—he loves knowing he’s read you well. “Tells me when you’re hungry, too. Have lunch with me?”

Please god, your body begs. Just picturing it loosens some of the tension in your neck. Like last time, the two of you would play-fight over where to eat, and your cute little delivery boy would go pick up the winner. That way, you wouldn’t have to waste a single moment of your allotted thirty-minute lunch. Leon would pull up a seat at your desk (maybe scare Douglas off with a flash of his badge), and you’d get a blissful, uninterrupted dose of him. Enough to get you through the rest of your shift.

He’d be too deep in Professional Agent Mode to babble like he does at home, but Leon’s raspy chuckles and his hand on your knee would tide you over til’ five.

…But no, the universe is never that kind to you. You wince at Leon’s offer and drop an apologetic hand to his shoulder, still knelt at your feet and working on your other shoe. He’s too good to you. “M’ sorry, baby, but I think I’m gonna have to work through lunch if I wanna get home on time. Rain check?”

He doesn’t mind. He throws a squinty warning stare your way, not happy that you’re getting dangerously close to overworking yourself, but he understands.

A sly smile creeps onto Leon’s face as he helps you slip on a flat. “I could talk to your Captain. What if you were pulled away for a ‘federal emergency?’”

“Then I think me and my Captain would implode from stress,” you laugh. “He’d think I’d been drawn into some national crisis or something.”

Leon scoffs. “That’s only happened, like, once.”

The other flat welcomes your poor, aching foot like a jacuzzi hot tub, and you take a deep magical sip of the overpriced coffee he got special for you. It trumps the watery breakroom joe any day.

For a minute you’re so stupidly happy that you could easily punch a boulder clean off a cliff. Hell, you might even twirl your hair.

“One too many times!” You groan. Since he’s being all cute and kneeling at your feet, you can’t resist poking him a couple of times to be silly. In the chest. In the cheek. In the heart. Stage-whispering, you accuse, “I think you just like having excuses to work with me.”

Leon finishes helping you into your shoes, but he’s in no hurry to leave his spot. One of his rough hands finds yours in your lap and toys with your wedding band, twisting it, testing the groove where it’s been sitting for a few years now. Those big blue eyes fix on your face. You’re married to the guy, but something about being the subject of all his naked attention makes you feel like shrieking into a damn pillow. He’s the best. Judging by that mean little smile on his face, he knows it’s true.

He gives your hand a little squeeze and points out, “I was your partner before anyone else. We never got our buddy cop beat—so yes, I will shove myself into your world since I can’t pull you into mine.”

You’re grateful he still thinks that way. Getting him to talk about Raccoon is harder than pulling teeth, but this—your partnership, whether that be as cops in an imaginary second life, or as husband and wife—never fails to pry him right open.

You’d been asked before if it was frustrating, how your paths had split after the city had blown. The two of you had come from the same spot and endured the same things, but where Leon had soared up, you’d kept to what you knew. No part of you envied him for it. In his mind, the two of you were still the same unit you’d been then, endlessly loyal to one another. You watched Leon’s back and—clearly, he watched yours.

“You’re my favorite,” you tell him, sweetly petting his chin. “I’m gonna fucking destroy you at our Nerf duel when I get home.”

All the buttery tenderness wipes from his face, and in an instant he’s on his feet, clapping a scarred hand down onto your shoulder and bending to whisper fiercely in your ear. “I’d like to see you try.”

He smushes a kiss to your cheek, waves a friendly, “See ya,” and melts back into the current of the rowdy bullpen. You hate to see him leave, but by god, you love to watch him go.

A few seconds after Leon says his goodbye, Giana, your rookie, peers around the open door of the break room. Her patchy blush goes all the way down to her uniform collar. “...Nevermind. I can definitely picture you married, Detective Kennedy…”

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[weebsinstash]

Since you guys have been digging poly yandere LuciLili do yall wanna hear one of my more fucked up ideas

I keep thinking about scenarios where Lilith is emotionally intelligent enough to kinda, get a read on who you are pretty quickly and, maybe you even help out by being a bit too honest about yourself, and she falls in love with you first and decides almost on his behalf that you would be perfect for Lucifer as well. Like I'm talking this man may know barely more about you than your name but Lilith sees certain similarities or contrasts between you that she's like, INSANELY POSITIVE you two would be perfect together, and she may be totally right, but the ethically dubious part is when Lucifer isssssss not quite as fast to warm up to you and Lilith tries to... expedite that process

I've thought of, the idea i mentioned before with you being pulled into a kind of dream dimension where you're bonding with them in a pseudo-Eden, that maybe Lilith "invites you" into their dream without telling or asking Lucifer first, and then it's in Eden where he falls in love with you, since, you're acting more like your actual true self since you think it's a dream with no consequences. In the waking world, you're nervous, barely making eye contact, maybe even a little scared of him, but in Eden, it's "do you two have nicknames for each other? Like do you ever call each other things like, maybe Lucifer is Lulu or Luci or Ducky and Lilith would be Lili or-- also when you two first met, Lucifer, were you ALSO completely naked or did you accidentally teach her what clothes were and made her self conscious? Since Lilith was naked when you met her, was it hard not to stare at her p--" like, you have so many interests and all this curiosity and they both think it's so cute and once you start talking, you speak in paragraphs not sentences and they just pofe watching you get excited and interested about things

but picture it gets to the point where here's Lucifer, "ok Lili OK I like her alright?! But it's- she's not really ready for a relationship let alone a BABY right now" and Lilith is just pouting and crossing her arms and BANISHES HIM TO THE COUCH. IM SERIOUS. Kicks him out of his own fucking bed and tells him he should be in yours instead. "Well just MAYBE she would be ready for a relationship if she had someone to show her she was safe and cared for LUCIFER >:( don't pretend you haven't been wanting another child LUCIFER >:( don't make me get her pregnant myself LUCIFER >:(" and also she very very well COULD do that so it IS a credible threat

Like Charlie is getting so fucking worried her parents are bickering all the time and she's worried they're gonna get divorced and it's just like, THEM ARGUING OVER GETTING YOU PREGNANT OR NOT. Lilith is over here privately having conversations with you where you're breaking down about dying before you could get a partner and get married and have a wedding and have a baby and she's running back to Lucifer, "cmon Lulu... don't you want to know what your baby would look like? She's just so SAD, Lulu, she wants her baby and her family SoooOoooo badly. You mean you don't want Charlie to have another sibling? You dont want a little baby to put in a little duckie onesie?"

I just. Picture. Lilith inviting you and Lucifer to drink with her and she just. Drugs you both, completely unapologetically slips you both aphrodisiacs. Gets you Hella Hella Drunk and, at some point later in the night, Lucifer thinks he's having sex with his wife, but uh, not wife number 1, that's for sure. He doesn't snap out of it until either the next morning or when he's already, you know, finishing, and you're just slurring and clinging to him like a teddy bear and honestly probably already pregnant

LATER ON DOWN THE LINE AFTER YOU'VE HAD YOUR BABY, you break down crying to Lucifer, "I want to tell you something but I'm worried you'll be mad but I- I don't want my baby to grow up with a lie and get hurt in the future, and, and you're a really good person and a good husband and a good dad and I hate lying to you" AND YOU REVEAL YOU WERE IN ON THE DRUGGING THING THE WHOLE TIME. LILITH APPROACHED YOU AND TALKED YOU INTO IT. But Lucifer still doesn't blame you because you're absolutely perfect in his eyes and, now you two have a beautiful little baby and you're both so so happy together, and here's Lucifer, "hey honey? I'm gonna go talk to Lili for a lil while, ok? Be back later ^^"

Skip to like a month later, here's Lucifer looking quite smug, "big news everyone! Lilith is pregnant! We've got another Morningstar on the way!" and here's Lilith ALSO looking quite smug cause, awwww that's so cute, he thinks he got back at her, but really, she got everything she wanted in the end. Lucifer just puffing out his chest because he's got a new baby and another on the way and Lilith just smirking coyly as she continues to knit little baby socks. If they'll go to your baby or hers or, maybe another future baby of yours, now, who can really say? Honestly the happiest Morningstar is Charlie because now she has her dad, her mom, and her other new mom, and now her new siblings too! And if anything bad ever happened to you or your baby the entirety of the Hotel will go to war for you with unspeakable unspeakable violence :)

[scarletlizzard]

Just A Crumb

Pairing: elizabeth olsen x reader

Tags: lizzie in the garden, just fluff

Masterlist

A/N: Just a little fluff piece I had on my mind, decided to share it with y'all! 😊❤️

You laugh to yourself as you stare at the small screen of your phone, a small shake of your head.

You spin around in the chair you sat in just outside the house, on the patio. It was a beautiful day, your skin was soaking up the sun all morning. Your eyes search in the garden for a particular woman, a smile on your lips as you spot her brown hair.

As you pull up the camera and zoom in, you call out to her, "Lizzie, you doing okay, sweetie?"

Her head shoots up as she hears her name, and you snap a quick picture. When green eyes spot yours from behind the plants, a wide grin takes over her face. Lizzie waves to you and gives you a thumbs up, bangs moving as she nods her head.

Your thumbs move swiftly across the screen as you open the blue app. In a fit of giggles, you attach a picture of your wife, who was literally in her garden at the time, while you sat there posting to strangers online, and hit the post button.

The replies and likes poured in, and you couldn't help but laugh and even blush at some of the comments. You enjoyed moments like these online, the ones where you could be playful, and everyone would be grateful and loving. You knew how much Lizzie meant to them, knew when you said "I Do" that you would be sharing her with the world.

Lizzie told you all the time, "You don't have to share me, Y/N.. you have all of me. They only see one side," with a smile on her face and a reassuring kiss on your lips.

Still, it felt only fair to share your wife with her fans since she was never online. You understood her reasoning, knew it was for the better. That's why you didn't mind sprinkling a few crumbs for the others who loved her.

"What are you giggling about over here?" A sweet voice asks from behind you, hands rubbing your shoulders. You smile and put down your phone, shrugging.

"Oh, nothing.." You speak with a mischievous grin. She knows you all too well to know it was nothing. Lizzie walks around the chair and sits in your lap, hand twirling in your hair.

"You're not a very good liar, you know that?" She chimes, making you laugh. Your hands wrap around her, and you hug her tightly.

"How can I lie to such a beautiful face?"

Lizzie blushes and hits your shoulder playfully. You take out your phone and hand it to her, showing her the tweets. The blush stays on her face as she reads through the replies, a smile on her face as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

"So while I'm busy tending to our garden you've been... posting pictures of me?" She raises an eyebrow at you, a serious expression on her face.

"Um... yes?" You raise an eyebrow back, watching as her seriousness fades away, a smile sliding onto her lips. Her soft hands move to your jaw, holding your face.

"You're absolutely ridiculous," she scrunches her nose, and you fall in love all over again. You lean forward to kiss the tip of her nose gently.

"You absolutely love me," you chuckle.

"I absolutely do," she giggles back and presses her lips to yours. "Now, are you going to come get your hands dirty and help me or not?" Lizzie laughs, and it's music to your ears.

She moves to stand from your lap, pulling you up with her. As she turns towards the garden, you grab her and pull her closer to you again, a soft gasp leaving her lips.

"I definitely want to get my hands dirty, but not in the garden..." You whisper as you lean forward, placing a painfully slow kiss under her jaw, letting it linger long enough for her to hum in response. "Unless you're into that?" You joke, a smirk against her skin.

You hear the sweet symphony of her laugh again as she wraps her arms around your neck. "I'm going to ignore that and let you take me to the bedroom instead," she purrs in your ear, a shiver down your spine as she bites softly on your earlobe.

You waste no time in lifting up your wife in your embrace, grinning widely at the happy sounds of suprise she makes as you do.

"You love me," you grin at her.

Lizzie takes a moment to stare at your crooked smile and sighs happily, "More than you will ever know, darling."

"How about more than the garden?" You ask playfully as you carry her inside.

"Hmmm," she plays, pretending to think. "I guess we'll see how well you get those hands dirty."

It's your turn to laugh, and she takes the opportunity to kiss your neck as you throw your head back. Her heart was full as she listened to your laugh, knowing her words were all play. Lizzie truly believed you would never know how much she loved you, but she would spend the rest of her life proving it to you.

[dulc3vida]

sangria

pope heyward x lamb!reader

3rd installment! the one where sarah cameron gets lamb drunk at midsummers. def needs to be revised but i took too long on it so bleh

@starfxkrinc this one's for u moonybabe, it was meant for moonyday but i got caught up. here it is tho, enjoy!!

pope is your boyfriend now.

he hasn't asked you and you haven't asked him but you've been spending a lot of time together doing things that couples do. it would be wrong to assume he's not your boyfriend. at least that's how it worked in your young, inexperienced mind.

you were serious about pope. he was smart, handsome, funny, and he came from a good family in your eyes. the heywards never missed a sunday service, ever since your father came into town and all the other churches had to be shut down for development. you had no doubt your parents would love him the way you did when they met him. you could hear the church bells ringing.

maybe if pope hadn't made your mind all fuzzy with love and orgasms, you would have noticed sooner that your father was trying to set you up with rafe cameron.

it started the day after your dinner with pope. your parents came home from their anniversary trip and invited you to dinner with the camerons. you liked the camerons. wheezie always made you laugh when you talked to her. sarah was always kind to you and incredibly gorgeous. ward and rose were the picture of marital bliss but you rarely ever saw the eldest cameron. rafe. you knew who he was, you had heard stories about him that deterred you from socializing with him or his friends.

and now he was sitting across from you, staring into your soul.

that is, when you could work up the courage to look in his direction. you could feel your ears turning red under the intensity of his gaze.

"your dress is really pretty." wheezie spoke from besides you. she was insistent on sitting next to you as she always was whenever your two families got together.

"thank you. you look beautiful, wheezie." you smiled at her. the younger girl was starting to grow into that uncanny cameron beauty.

"she's really growing into a mature young woman, isn't she?" ward cameron spoke from across the table.

"ew dad." wheezie scrunched her nose in disgust.

"what?" ward looked to rose who shrugged and sipped her wine.

"anyways..." sarah spoke from her place across from wheezie. "i think i'm gonna head out, toppers picking me up." she stood up and kissed ward on the cheek, lipgloss glistening on his cheek.

"okay, be safe baby."

you wished you could go with her, you missed pope. he had been busy with treasure hunting all day, he hadn't even checked in with you.

"that girl..." rose took a big gulp of the rest of her glass of wine and you saw your mother raise her brows in silent judgement. you could always feel your mother's judgement and you can already imagine what the conversation on the ride home would sound like.

"so i hear rafe is at chapel hill. it's my lambie's first choice." your father spoke up.

"oh really?" ward asked, looking at you.

"yeah, something close to home. easy to come back whenever she feels like it. good churches in town because i know she won't make it to every service here." your father spoke for you. between him talking about you and rafe staring holes into you, you just wanted to disappear.

"i think chapel hill will be a great school for the little lamb. she'll fit right in." rafe commented, finally looking away from you to look at your father. they exchanged a look between each other that you weren't able to read.

"rafe is my legacy, where did you all go?"

"loyola." your father answered "my beautiful wife graduated from UCLA."

"you wouldn't want to go to one of your parents schools?" rafe turned his attention back to you.

you were about to open your mouth to speak when your mother chimed in for you. "she likes it here. our lamb is very... impressionable. she wouldn't do well so far away from us."

rafe nodded as your mother spoke. "mhm... and what do you think about that, lambie?" he spoke your name and laced it with ridicule. it was clear to everyone that he was mocking you.

"rafe." ward warned, shooting his son a look who only raised his hands in surrender and stood up.

"i think i'm gonna head out now too. have a good night." rafe deadpanned and walked out.

"sorry about him."

and that was that. the rest of the night was boring, you couldn't wait to get home and call pope.

your father wasn't bothered by rafe's temperament as he was motivated by forces unknown to you. he was also certain you would be able to shepherd him into the light. your mother was just as much in the dark as you but she felt the same and even liked the eldest cameron for you. she was already picking out dresses and venues, barely remembering that it would be you marrying the cameron boy one day, not her.

the second time you were cornered was when you were with your mother at the country club. the two of you played tennis every now and then. you were a decent player but you always choked under pressure. you couldn't help it, you weren't competitive like your parents. if you thought you weren't going to win, you often gave up half way and there was nothing wrong with that. you were just choosing your battles.

you were itching for the day to go by quickly. pope was working, doing grocery deliveries for his dad, and he said that he wanted to see you when he was done so he can take you out. you weren't sure where he would take you but he said his dad would let him borrow their truck so you were excited to ride in a car with your boyfriend like a normal girl.

your mom was about to serve the ball when she seen someone walking up behind you. her entire demeanor changed. "rafe!" your mother called out and waved him over to your court. your stomach dropped and you didn't dare turn around.

"ma'am." rafe greeted politely, turning on the charm around your mother. all the camerons just had that quality about them, but especially rafe. it was a charisma that bordered on frightening.

"no need for all that, call me dolores." your mother all but ran to the net to offer her hand to him.

"dolores." rafe repeated, giving her hand a kiss. he then turned to you. "lamb." he offered his hand and you reluctantly put yours in his. he rose it to his mouth and you basically yanked your hand away once he had pressed a kiss to it.

"hi rafe." you held your hands behind your back, feeling small in his presence and under his gaze. you had already forgotten about the awkward interaction at dinner but him staring you down brought it all back.

"i'm gonna grab us some water, let you kids catch up a little." your mother said, shooting rafe an encouraging look which you didn't catch because you were too busy asking God why your mom would leave you alone with rafe cameron of all people. he's never looked at you twice until yesterday and now that he's looking at you there's a look in his eyes that makes you uncomfortable.

and he just stood there for a moment, staring at you. not saying anything. you wish you knew what was going on in his head and at the same time you were glad you didn't. "i didn't know you play tennis." you nodded with a tight lipped smile on your face. "you any good?"

"not really." you looked at the floor beneath you, twirling your racket around in front of you.

rafe smiled but it wasn't the same one as he gave your mother. this one said that he knew something you didn't. "i know, i saw you playing." his comment threw you off and it was written on your face. "i can get you a teacher or something."

"oh no, that's okay." you shook your head.

"it's not okay." rafe took a step closer and you instinctively took a step back. he noticed your reaction and it amused him. "i can't let god's favorite embarrass herself like that." his tone was demeaning. rafe scared you. he seemed nice and charming enough but it was his eyes. you had never seen him enough before to notice it but his eyes were intense, deep, and calculating. he looked at you like he was trying to figure out what to do with you. you wished you could go back to before he even cared that you were alive. "yknow you never have anything to say when i'm around but you're always yapping with sarah and wheezie. what's up with that?"

your face burned in embarrassment and your lips were parted like you wanted to say something but no words managed to escape. rafe rose his brows and looked at you expectantly. your right hand rose to play with your cross necklace. thankfully, your mom came back with the water before rafe could say anything else. "thank you." you took the water and drank it, stepping closer to her side.

"we were just about to get lunch, rafe, would you like to join us?"

"i would love to dolores, but i actually have some business to attend to. we should have lunch together sometime though." he spoke the last sentence directly to you before waving a friendly goodbye and walking off.

"you're blushing." your mother mused and laced her arm through yours, walking towards the locker rooms while you wondered what had just happened and hoped it wouldn't happen again.

your phone buzzed and when you looked at it, it was a text from pope:

'i have to raincheck today, i'm sorry :('

you asked if he was okay and there was no response. you made sure to keep him in your prayers and ask the lord to watch over him and protect him.

the third time was after you had picked up your dress for midsummers from the boutique. you went with some of the girls from church who also had their dresses altered. you came home, immediately going upstairs to put the dress on, excited to show it to your parents.

little did you know rafe cameron came over to have lunch with your parents while you were out to talk business.

you saw him when you were halfway down the stairs and you stopped dead in your tracks. why did he keep showing up?

"don't keep us waiting." your mom said. "let's see it." your dad sat on the couch.

taking a breath, you descended the rest of the stairs and stopped in the middle of the room. 3 sets of eyes on you made you feel exposed. your mother looked at you in adoration, your father was analyzing the fit, and rafe was devouring you whole.

"it's a little revealing." your father examined you closely in your blue silk dress. "turn around." you had done this routine with your father ever since your body started developing at 11 years old. he would inspect you from all angles, making sure no one would get the wrong idea just by looking at you. rafe took note of this kind of obedience.

"yes, i do think it needs a little scarf or something she can wear around her shoulders. i'll find something." your mother made a mental note to find the accessory.

"you look beautiful." rafe commented, standing up and walking towards you. he was towering over you and you felt your heart pounding against your chest. it wasn't like how it was with pope. pope made your heart race and flutter and feel so full while rafe put the fear of god in you.

he offered his hand to you and once again, you stepped away from him.

"i should change." you rushed up stairs again, hearing bits and pieces of your mother saying how sweet you and him looked together.

"dear, i thought you were going to talk to her." your father looked at your mother, a disappointed look fixing itself on his face. between you and her, the pastor didn't know what to do. if his girls didn't get it together he was going to lose everything.

"i tried but you know how she is around these topics. maybe we raised her too well, the girl doesn't even think about boys. it's impossible to talk to her about it." your mother responded looking between her disappointed husband and the man she would have married if she were 20 years younger. "i'm sorry rafe, she doesn't mean to make you feel so... unwanted."

"no, no. s'alright. she needs time." rafe nodded. "she'll come around. she's a good girl."

"she is, i promise." your dad offered his hand to rafe and they shook hands, an unspoken, unholy deal being made.

you waited upstairs as long as you could without seeming suspicious. thankfully, rafe was saying his goodbyes to your parents. "rafe's leaving sweetie. come say goodbye." your mom beckoned you over and you stood as close as possible to your dad.

"bye, rafe."

"bye, lamb. i'll pick you up tomorrow around 5?" he asked. your confusion was written all over your face and you looked to your father as he spoke for you.

"she'll be ready."

"i'll see you tomorrow then." rafe turned his charm on again and smiled at you, waving a goodbye before walking away.

"what a nice young, man." your mom commented, before noticing the look of worry on your face. "you should feel lucky that we matched you up with someone like rafe cameron."

that's all it took for you to start rushing back up the stairs into your bedroom. it finally clicked in your head that your parents wanted to see you and rafe together. they didn't care how you felt, in fact you should be lucky. but you didn't feel lucky. you felt like you were being punished. while rafe had that cameron charm, you could also see it wasn't genuine and natural like sarah. rafe only turned it on when he wanted something. this time he wanted you and you can't remember the last time a cameron didn't get what they want.

you went through the motions of dinner, silently nodding as you listened to your mother ramble on and on about color coordination and rafes powder blue suit and how you should do your hair, among other things. you knew there was no getting out of this one. your parents talked about rafe as if he were a saint.

finally, you were able to shower the day off, however no matter how much you scrubbed your skin you couldn't get that dirty feeling off of you.

'pope?'

...

...

...

'yeah?'

'i miss you, can you come over?'

'i don't know

what about your parents?'

'its fine, they're going to sleep right now.

we can sit on my dad's boat.'

...

...

'i'll be there

give me like an hour'

'okay. be safe.'

it took him closer to an hour and a half, which left you plenty of time to ask forgiveness for leaving the house without permission. "i'm sorry i'm late, i got caught up in some... stuff." pope spoke as he approached you on the dock.

"it's okay- pope, are you okay?" you asked when the moonlight hit his face and you saw dried blood, shadowy bruises and a busted lip on his face. the sight made your stomach churn. "what happened?"

pope took a deep breath like he was going to tell you and then he stopped. how could he explain to you that rafe cameron beat his ass so he sunk toppers boat which resulted in another beating, without seeming like a bad person. "treasure hunting. no big deal."

you could feel that he was holding something back but you didn't press it. "do you wanna go inside? i can clean you up if you want."

"it's fine." pope leaned away from your hands that were reaching to touch your face.

"okay." you could feel his bad mood and your anxiousness swirling inside your chest and you just didn't know what to do. "how is the treasure hunt going?"

popes expression told it all. "it's over. it's gone."

"i'm sorry."

"it's not your fault." he sighed out, following you onto your fathers boat. "it was a longshot anyways. shouldn't have got my hopes up."

you couldn't help but feel like you should have prayed more for him and his friends. he told you how much he wanted this to come through and within 3 days it's gone. "maybe it's for the better? it was really dangerous anyways. i know you really wanted it but... god has a plan and this was all part of it. something better will come along, i know it."

pope only laughed bitterly. "yeah. right." he shook his head and you felt helpless. for what seemed like the first time of the night, he looked at you and read the emotions in your expression. he saw the helpless little lamb who didn't know what to do or say besides god. you had been sheltered enough to never know a godless world. a world where shit goes sideways all the time for no fucking reason at all. "you know, i'm sorry. i should go."

your eyes widened and you grabbed his hand suddenly. "what? why?"

he pulled his hand away as soon as you took it. "i'm just not in the best mood and i know you mean well, i just can't hear that right now."

"hear what?"

"that god has a plan and everything's gonna work out. that might be easy for you to believe because everything has worked out for you but it's different for me." pope felt himself getting worked up and irritated with the kind, wealthy, generous, religious freak who was worming her way into his life. and all of a sudden his cuts were burning, he could feel the seam of his socks, and there was a low ringing in his ear.

"pope, i know things are hard right now but-"

"no, you don't know." he finally snapped. "your life has been handed to you on a silver platter. me and my friends have to work for everything we have and want to have. the gold could have set me and my family for life. i'll never get another opportunity like that again. so don't sit there and tell me everything's gonna be alright when it's not." pope raised his voice at you, standing up and walking away from you. "what do you even want with me anyways?"

"pope-"

"no, actually. you're texting me all the time and inviting me over and doing things with me that you say you haven't done before." your cheeks burned under the accusation. he was looking at you with his inquisitive eyes, like you were a math problem he was trying to solve. "what do you want from me?"

"i thought you liked me. i thought you were my boyfriend." your eyes were brimming with tears. you knew he was upset but you didn't understand why he was being so mean.

"i never asked you to be my girlfriend." pope couldn't hold back anymore. all the frustration from the gold, toppers boat, and tonight that had been building up in him exploded onto you. "you sought me out. you cornered me in your dad's church, you invited me here. i never asked for this."

the heart shaped, rose tinted glasses that you've had on had shattered. a sob tore through your chest and you ran away from pope, leaving him on your dad's boat feeling like the biggest asshole in the world.

---

you woke up with no motivation to get out of bed. the new, deluded dream world you created in your head with pope at your side was crushed with one conversation. you didn't want to see him. you felt embarrassed. he was right. you went after him. you created your own reality where he was your boyfriend. you never asked him and he never asked you. you kept thinking how stupid, naive and inexperienced you were as you rotted the morning away in your bed.

meanwhile, pope was in the exact same boat.

he had left your house a good 5 minutes after bursting your bubble. he felt like shit. he knew you didn't deserve the way he had talked to you. pope's a man of science. your religious optimism and faith had got under his skin and irritated him to the point of lashing out at you. he never wanted to do that. he lied in his bed, staring at the ceiling while feeling sick to his stomach.

"you still in bed? come on, get up." heyward yanked the sheet off of pope. "get a move on, rich people ain't gonna feed themselves."

"i'll get up right now, pops."

"now, pope." heyward closed the door behind him and it took pope a second before he peeled himself out of bed. between jj in jail, the failed royal merchant, and him breaking your heart, pope didn't know what to do with himself for the first time in his life. usually, talking to jj and hearing a risky and deluded plan would bring him back to earth but now he didn't even have that. jj was in jail for him. john b had went dark. kie was at her house on figure 8 getting ready for midsummers. you were probably never going to speak to him again. he was alone.

you finally got up when your mother tore your sheets off of you. you went through the motions of getting ready. slowly but surely, your apathy turned into a pit in your stomach that threatened to swallow you whole. as your mother clothed you like a doll, you recited a prayer to saint anthony asking for him to help you find your faith again.

you almost didn't recognize yourself when you saw your reflection in the mirror. your mom had done a little more makeup than she would usually let you wear for special occasions. she had even put a red lipstick on you. "you look beautiful, honey. all grown up. here, keep this in your purse. you might need it." your mom handed you a compact and the lipstick. "let's get your hair out of these rollers, rafe should be here soon."

why did she have to say his name? you tucked the items into your little clutch that was sitting on the counter. your mom began letting your hair down, using hairspray and a comb to get it just right. "i remember doing this when i was your age. of course, i didn't have my mother to help me. i had to do it all on my own."

"thank you mom. i wouldn't know what to do if i didn't have you." you responded, almost on command as if it was a programmed response.

"i know." dolores strokes your hair. "listen mija, we need to talk about rafe. he is a man and men have certain... needs." she explained, pinning a few pieces away from your face. "as a woman, you need to fulfill those needs." you wanted to throw up and it was written all over your face. "i know we have had the talk already and we raised you to save yourself for your future husband but... a man like rafe might have certain expectations. i just want you to know that you and rafe have your father and my full support. nothing you could ever do would change that." she explained and you somehow managed to decipher the message she was sending.

it's okay to have premarital sex as long as it's with rafe cameron.

"anyways, that's... it." she fluffed your hair over your shoulders and you looked at yourself in the mirror. "you're perfect." her tone was adoring but her gaze was calculating.

"thank you, mom." you managed a half smile and stood up. "i'm going to go get my little scarf." you walked into your room, shutting the door and pressing your back against it with a sigh.

your mirror sat across the room, scarf draped over it. you looked at yourself from this angle and you saw yourself as you were. the naive little lamb trying to disguise herself as a wolf. you wished pope was around, though you didn't know why. he probably couldn't help much but when you had him, the world seemed so much brighter. anything seemed possible. now that he was gone, you couldn't find a reason to hope.

"mami! rafe's here! come down!" your mom called to you. you plucked the scarf off your mirror and descended the stairs to your most certain doom.

-----

pope had anticipated seeing you at midsummers. your family were prominent members of the island club as soon as you touched down in the OBX, whereas most people had to wait years and years to even be considered. your mother even began organizing the annual cotillion. your father had bought a plot of land to expand the golf course. he simply didn't anticipate seeing you hanging off rafe cameron's arm.

how does that even happen?

rafe cameron didn't go to church. rafe cameron was a raging cokehead that terrorized his friends for years. a raging cokehead that had just given him two beatings. you didn't know but if you did would you still have come here with him?

you had been in a catatonic state since he picked you up and it was beginning to scare rafe. rafe didn't mind that his dad arranged the situation. it helped his reputation ever since the whole drunk and disorderly conduct scenario when he was away at school. rafe also liked the idea of owning you, and being able to turn you into the perfect woman for him. one that he could easily do whatever he wanted with because you would never leave. marriage is sacred and divorce doesn't exist in your dad's church. still, it unnerved him how you were barely reacting to anything around you. you were shy and closed off before but tonight the lights were on but nobody's home. it wasn't cute anymore, it was weird. "hey, i'm gonna grab us drinks. what do you want?" you turned your gaze to rafe and shrugged your shoulders. rafe only nodded and turned to go to the bar.

you were all alone in the crowd and finally able to breathe. you just needed to be patient and this would all be over soon. your parents never stayed out past 10pm. they would be taking you home in mere hours. you could do it.

"hey, girl." sarah cameron grabbed your arm and began walking in the opposite direction of rafe, topper and kelce. "why didn't you tell me you were coming with my brother?"

"i didn't even know..." you managed to mutter. she continued walking towards a table hidden between all the surrounding bodies.

"wanna drink?" she offered a cup to you and you nodded, taking the straw between your lips and drinking. one the liquid hit your tastebuds you cringed.

"is this alcohol?"

"yeah, scarlet was able to sneak some of the sangria. it's okay with you right?" sarah asked. she reminded you of eve. a beautiful temptation. you were going to bite the apple.

"yes." sarah looked at you and smiled. she was definitely curious about you. the pastor's daughter that john b said pope was messing around with. the same girl who was here at midsummers with her brother and drinking with her.

"good." sarah smiled at you, drinking from the cup while it was still in your hand. she watched you drink a bit more and get adjusted to the taste.

and then she grabbed your hand and began dragging you to the dance floor. "i love this song." she held your hands and danced with you. "you know, you never really go out. i know you're religious and everything but even the other church kids come to parties."

"i'm not much of a party person." the alcohol was making you a little more loose as you were awkwardly swaying with sarah to the sound of some 2010 pop hit.

you were grateful for sarah whisking you away with her. topper and rafe had managed to entertain themselves once they accepted the both of you were staying at each others side. you two had the mutual understanding that you were both avoiding the guys you were supposed to be with. it made it easier to let yourself succumb to the effects of the sangria.

"jj?" you heard sarah say as she span you around and into someone.

"sorry mr. dunleavy." you muttered, clearing your throat and gaining the tiniest bit of composure.

"i got a note from, uh, vlad." jj held a note between his fingers. when your vision managed to focus, you noticed the bruises on jj's face.

"from vlad?" sarah asked, a smile spreading across her face.

"yeah."

"okay."

"just read the note." jj turned around and walked away as you and sarah looked at the note. in the background, your date began harassing jj.

"i gotta go." sarah breathed out and you nodded.

"go, go." you encouraged, turning to jj. you needed to save him. "rafe!" you called out and his eyes snapped in your direction. it was a complete jekyll and hyde. you were emotionless and using your scarf as a defense mechanism and now the scarf was discarded and your strap was falling off your shoulders. "come dance with me. please?" he couldn't refuse. not when your skin was flushed and dewy. he could tell you had been drinking and that intrigued him even more. the little lamb was straying from the light, without his own influence.

rafe came over to you and jj managed to evade his friends. your heart began thumping behind your chest again. you had almost forgotten how imposing rafe's presence was until his frame was shadowing yours. "where's your scarf?" he asked, trailing his hand up your arm to adjust your strap back on your shoulders.

"mm..." you shrugged.

"gettin' all shy on me again?" he pulled you in closer by the waist and you gasped. "thought you wanted to dance?" you couldn't say anything. you could only rest your head on his chest and wait for the song to be over. when you opened your eyes and peered across the room, you met pope's eyes.

your heart sank. he was looking at you with disappointment all over his face and suddenly you felt dirty. you wanted rafe to get off of you. you felt like you needed to walk through a fiery hellscape to pay for what you've done.

"i need the bathroom." you pushed yourself off of rafe and stumbled your way towards the bathrooms.

pope followed from a distance.

you locked yourself in a stall and soon after, pope was making sure you were alone before locking the door and waiting for you to be done.

when you came out, you were reasonably startled by his presence. "pope." all your feelings about him were rushing back to you. you missed him, but you were mad at him. you couldn't shake all the things he had said to you. you also felt guilty. you showed up the next day with a date.

the silence weighed heavy between you two. "you look nice." pope was analyzing you from head to toe. there was something that was slightly off about you.

"thanks."

"rafe cameron, huh?"

"my parents." you responded quickly, ready to explain yourself. "they arranged this without telling me. i had no idea."

"is this what you were trying to tell me last night?" he asked and you nodded. another silence fell over you two. "i'm sorry for blowing up at you. i had no right."

"i forgive you, pope." you stepped closer to him. "i miss you."

"i miss you too." he breathed out, stepping closer to you.

"i just... i think now... i don't think we can be together right now." the alcohol was now making you emotional and your eyes were welling with tears.

"what's wrong?" pope furrowed his brows.

"my parents want me to be with rafe cameron and i don't really have much of an option. they won't listen to me. i'm stuck with him."

pope was never quick to anger but his blood was boiling at this point. rafe fucking cameron just had to take everything from him, didn't he? it wasn't enough to be the son of the richest man on the island who had everything he ever wanted. he had to have you too. and of course your parents would support the union. it was like everything was going sideways for him and he never had a chance to try to get it straight again.

"i'm not gonna let that happen." pope took your hands. "rafe doesn't deserve you. none of them do. i don't."

"pope..." you whispered, feeling your heart skip a beat. it wasn't like how it was with rafe. you felt safe with pope.

"shhh... you're the closest to heaven i'll ever get to." pope held your face with one of his hands, letting it trail down the side of your neck. his hands found your shoulders and then went down to your waist. with every touch he was making you clean again. "i won't let them desanctify you."

pope's intellect was one of the most attractive things about him and his words had you whimpering. "kiss me" and he complied, taking your lips in a deep, slow kiss. it was sweet like honey, his tongue massaging yours as you let yourself go limp in his grasp. he repositioned you, pressing you against a counter and then lifting you up to sit on it. from this position, between your legs, the two of you began rutting your hips together.

you were gasping and arching in reaction to every touch. pope slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders, revealing your already hardened nipples to the air conditioned atmosphere. kissing down your neck, pope took one of your nipples in his mouth and used his tongue to play with it. he was enjoying the reward of your airy moans as he ravished your breasts with opened mouth kisses.

"pope, i need you." you placed your hand on his head, stroking his hair. "please?" you opened your legs even wider for him, bunching your dress up to reveal the wet splotch on your white cotton panties.

"fuck." pope breathed. it was all for him. "are you sure?"

"i need you right now or i'm gonna melt." you whined and pressed yourself against him, making him groan. pope pulled his pants down just enough to reveal his cock. the tip was already glistening with precum and the thought of having it inside you sent another gush of arousal to soak your panties. pope was lost in you once again. it was like once you started teasing and begging, he couldn't help himself. not when you made noises everytime he grazed a finger against you. it was like a chemical reaction. the two of you were bound to bond together like this.

he pulled your panties to the side and licked his lips at the mess between your legs. a sticky, wet mess glistening all over your pussy lips. he tapped the head of his cock against your clit, making you twitch. "pope, please... please, please..."

when you begged like that, he couldn't help but comply. his cock found it's place between your lips and he marveled at the sight. gone was any thought of the party happening outside. it was only him and you.

he coated himself in your wetness before pressing the tip against your entrance. it was a tight fit but once he successfully breached your hymen and was fully nestled inside you, you managed to open your eyes and look at him. tears had streamed down your face leaving faint trails of mascara. looking into his eyes you nodded, giving pope permission to move. he pulled out of you slowly, pushing back in at the same speed. you were gripping onto the counter, watching as he continued these slow and precise strokes.

pope was in heaven. it was taking everything in him to not finish early. he continued to give you long and deep strokes. the both of you watched his cock sliding in and out of you, getting wetter with each stroke.

"oh god..." you moaned out, eyes fixed at where you and pope were joined together. "ohhhh..." the tears kept streaming. you had never felt this good in life. the stretch was unbelievable but you welcomed it. "more..." you leaned up, pressing kisses to his neck.

his next thrusts were shorter and harder. you wrapped your arms around his neck and began pushing your hips against his. the sound of your wet skin slapping against his filled the empty bathroom. he was groaning in your ear, hands under your ass helping you meet his thrusts. "oh fuck..." that word never sounded as good as it did coming from pope's lips. you kissed him and the two of you were swallowing each others moans.

and then he flipped you. pope bent you over the counter and you were faced with your reflection. you looked a mess. your hair was frizzing up from the sweat you had been working up. most of your makeup was in tact but streaks of your tears had marred the face your mother spent time crafting.

it didn't take long for that thought to be filled by pope as he gripped your hips and pressed into you from a new angle. your eyes rolled back and pope watched your expression in the mirror. with every thrust, you looked so angelic. as if your entire existence was consumed by pleasure. your lips were parted, red and swollen from all the kisses he had given you. you were letting out these cute little short moans with each thrust.

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

pope freezes inside you. your eyes snap open. there is a brief silence before there is another three knocks on the door.

"is that you little lamb?" rafe's voice comes from the other side of the door.

you meet pope's gaze in the mirror and he nods at you. "y-yeah..." you shakily spit out.

"you okay in there?" he asks, tone condescending. "look, i know you had a couple drinks. i'm not gonna tell on you-"

"rafe, i'm not feeling good." you spoke, just wanting him to leave. you were twitching around pope and he wasn't helping considering he gave you a sharp thrust that made you gasp.

"you want some help? i know a thing or two." rafe tried opening the door, the handle jiggling with the attempt.

"no!" you answered as pope began to find his rhythm again.

"okay... do you want me to get sarah?"

"nooooo..." you trailed off into a moan which didn't make rafe think too much. "i'll be fine." you struggled to get the words out while pope set a punishing pace.

"okay, well i gotta go. just make sure you're fine to get a ride home with your parents. don't need them thinking i'm a bad influence." rafe said.

popes fingers found your clit and you struggled to hold it together. "ok-aaaayyyy..." your face was pressed against the counter as pope dug your little pussy out.

"goodnight lambie."

you tried to listen to the sound of his footsteps descending as pope pounded your cunt raw and aching for release.

"please..." you were begging again and it made pope feel godly. like he was the only one who could fill this need for you.

"anything." he answered. "whatever you want." his fingers flicked your clit with more speed as his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier.

everything was silent.

your orgasm tore through you. surely, you were making noise but you couldn't hear it. your pussy pulsed rapidly around pope's cock and you could only feel a wave of heat lighting your body on fire as pope continued to thrust until he finished inside you.

you stayed connected like that for a while. pope pressed gentle kisses to your back. he pulled out from you with a pop. his cum began to trickle out of you and he leaned down to lick it up. you whined weakly as he feverishly cleaned you with his mouth. when he was done, he pulled your panties back into place and adjusted your dress on your body before tucking himself away. he hugged you from behind. "you mean a lot to me. thank you." he whispered into your hair. "i want you to be my girlfriend."

"i want you to be my boyfriend." you leaned back against his chest.

"i promise, i'll fix all of this." he let you go, grabbing some tissue and helping you fix your makeup. you only prayed to god he was right. pope kissed you hard before he left. he had research to do. he was going to get to the bottom of the camerons and your family's relationship.

you spent the last 30 minutes of the night with a tired, dazed, and blissful expression on your face. your parents gave the credit to rafe.

[milkyst4rs]

Addition to the cast

gojo x fem reader

no warnings! Pure fluff🦆 not proofread

When you saw the 2 lines on your 5th pregnancy test, you knew it was set in stone. You were pregnant. Damn.

You felt a mixture of nervousness and happiness in you, you were wondering how you were going to break the news to satoru.

You both had been in a serious relationship for about 4 years, and married for a year. The topic of kids and family have come into the picture before, but it always ended ambiguously.

That was where your nerves lied. What if satoru didn't want this? What if he gets mad? What if he leaves?

Before you could bombard yourself with more questions, you heard the jingling of keys outside your front door. Satoru is home.

You started panicking and took the pregnancy tests to hide them in a cabinet, your heart thumping in your chest.

"Love? I'm home! And I brought mochi!" He called out. You walked out from the bathroom to the front door, satoru's eyes lit up the moment he saw you. He did a little jog over to you and gave you a big hug.

"Good evening pretty~" You could hear the grin in his voice. Being in his embrace made you forget what you were going to tell him for a second, after coming back to your senses, you grabbed his biceps and told him to sit with you on the sofa.

"Is everything ok? You didn't give me a kiss :(" His lips formed and adorable pout, sulking over the lack of affection from you.

You sighed deeply, "Ok, um. First of all, I want to say that I love you so so much, and that I understand if you don't want to be with me anymore after this-"

"What in the world are you talking about? Sorry but you're stuck with me no matter what." He sounded a little hurt that you would even think of him leaving you, after everything.

"I'm pregnant."

You let out a breath of air you didn't even know you were holding.

"What?"

You wanted to dig a hole in the ground and stuff yourself in there. The way he replied, he sounded like he was in disbelief. Oh god, he's angry isn't he. You felt tears pick your eyes, before you knew it, you were crying softly.

"Hey,hey! Why are you crying? It's ok. Love, you're pregnant. I'm going to be a fucking father! You're gonna be the mom!"

Sniffing, you looked up at him, puzzled. He had a huge smile on his face.

"Huh? Aren't you mad? We didn't really plan for this to happen.."

Now it was his turn to be confused.

"Mad?? Why on earth would I be mad? If I was going to start a family with someone, it's 100% going to be with you. And hey, don't worry about planning– just say the word, I'll buy it."

You felt like you could breathe again. A small smile appeared on your face.

"I love you so much, don't ever think otherwise. My pretty wife and my precious girl are the best things to ever happen to me."

"Girl? How'd you know the baby is gonna be a girl?"

You said giggling. He went on rambling about how he can predict and see the future and that he's some sort of god, you weren't really listening though. Basking in the bliss and pure love from your husband. He noticed that you were staring at him and he caught on, with a fond smile on his face he said,

"You still haven't given me a kiss ya' know?"

With that, you giggled and smashed your lips on his. It felt like fireworks were exploding in your body, you have kissed before millions of times but every time you do, it feels new.

You pulled away and rested your forehead on his. His hands stroking your arms up and down softly.

"I love you so much toru. So, so much."

"Love ya too sweets, can't wait to try the weird pregnancy foods you'll crave."

[starlightshadowsworld]

Me and the Devil (Walking side by side)

Or the Cannabalism arc gets resolved by Atsushi making a deal with the Demon.

Atsushi knows that he shouldn't be here. Kunikida would lose his mind if he knew. No matter how he could try to spin it, this was the most reckless and impulsive move Atsushi had ever made.

Which said a lot considering he met Dazai by fishing him out of the lake on the brink of starvation.

But Kunikida didn't know he was here. No one in the Agency did, maybe Ranpo would've figured it out if his mind wasn't on more pressing matters.

Atsushi wonders if Ranpo would've stopped him, had he known his plan. Maybe Ranpo already knew, and had simply let him go without another word.

Atsushi doubts it but one could never know with Ranpo Edgoawa. It wasn't as if it mattered, Ranpo was off with the others on their personal mission.

Atsushi was supposed to be with Kunikida, investigating a lead. He'd have to apologise to Kunikida later for not showing up.

That is, if there was a later. At least Atsushi wasn't wearing his Agency uniform, at least he wouldn't be ruining their image.

"I must say, I am quite suprised to see you in here." Says Fyodor, taking a sip of tea as Atsushi stands by his table.

He looks the picture of relaxed and somewhere deep down Atsushi wants to punch him.

Fukuzawa was dying. Without him the Agency will fall apart. Atsushi has never seen Ranpo so serious, so distraught.

No one has.

Kunikida is trying his best to keep it together. But like the rest of them, he was falling into despair.

Mori was dying.

Without him the Port Mafia will return to its more visceral and brutal ways. Atsushi knows little about those days, but knows it would destroy Yokohama.

If Mori or Fukuzawa is killed by the other organisation, it will result in all out war.

This is what Fyodor wants. And here he is, sat in a cosy cafe. Listening to music and drinking tea while ruining everything.

Atsushi feels sick just looking at the man. But he doesn't punch him, he doesn't yell or scream. Atsushi has come here for a reason.

To bargain.

"I'm not here to fight you. I came to talk." Says Atsushi, keeping his voice light like everything was fine. Fyodor hums, clearly intrigued by this new development in his plans.

He puts his tea down and gestures for Atsushi to take a seat.

"Than talk, would you like some tea?" Atsushi sits down, ordering for himself and let's the tea cup warm his hands.

"Shibusawa told me that you're the one who sent him to me. He said I had the ability to save him, to save countless." Atsushi looks up from staring into his tea. "He wasn't just talking about my ability, was he?"

The intrigue in Fyodor's eyes only grows but he remains as casual as ever. "He wasn't. But that's not what you want to ask me, is it?"

Atsushi takes a sip of his tea, slow and deliberate. He makes a show of looking around, as if making sure no one he knew was here.

"What would you do if you had the book?"

Fyodor's easy going smile turns viscious. There's a glint in his eye that shines dangerously. It reminds Atsushi, if he ever forgot just who he was speaking too.

Atsushi knows Fyodor could have him killed at any moment. The hospital said had the sniper aimed any higher, Dazai would've been killed instantly.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky is a dangerous man. And yet Atsushi is not afraid.

Not of him.

Atsushi's afraid of losing his friends... his family. The Agency is their home, and Atsushi won't let them lose it.

"And why, do you wish to know that?"

Atsushi shrugs, leaning back in his chair and adopting a carefree air. Something he's seen Ranpo and Dazai do countless times.

Never say they didn't teach him anything.

"Im the guide, aren't I? If I'm going go be coerced into finding it, I want to at least gain something from it. Don't you think?"

He takes a sip of tea as hums, thoughtful. "Fitzgerald wants to bring his dead daughter back to life for his wife. Which is noble and all, but it doesn't exactly do much for me. I have no one I want to bring back. So I'm asking Dostoyevsky, what it is you want with it?"

There's a silence before Fyodor laughs.

Atsushi says nothing, he gives nothing away even if inside he's a little panicked.

"My my, you really are something aren't you? Shibusawa didn't tell me just how ferocious you truly are." Fyodor shakes his head, amused. He rests his elbows on the table, his chin ontop of his palms and leans forward.

"I want to rid the world of all special abilities."

He says it so plain, so casual as if it meant nothing but Atsushi knows it means everything.

This is what Fyodor wants more than anything.

Atsushi mirrors his position, resting his chin atop his palms and leans in. "Now that, that I can work with."

Fyodor tilts his head to the side and smirks.

"Oh?"

Atsushi chuckles. "I grew up in a cage. I spent every waking moment of my life reminded that I was a beast of calamity. That all I did was bring misfortune onto others. My ability has taken everything from me. It has ripped out my humanity and turned me into a monster. It's not a gift, it's a curse. Why would I ever choose to keep it?"

Fyodor studies him before nodding approvingly. He sits back and Atsushi does the same. "It's rare I meet someone who shares my ideals in such a manner. And I wouldn't let such an opportunity go to waste."

He takes out his phone.

"But nothing is free in this world. What do you want in return?" They both know already but Atsushi doesn't comment on it.

He sits up straighter and looks Fyodor in the eye, unwavering. "I want Fukuzawa Yukichi of the Armed Detective Agency and Mori Ougai of the Port Mafia to be cured of the Cannabalism ability."

Fyodor chuckles "is that all?" He teases before becoming serious. "Very well, I agree to your terms. I trust no one knows you're here."

Atsushi nods, he even turns out his pockets to show that their empty. His phone, Agency badge and uniform are stashed in a bin somewhere.

Much like when he left the Orphanage, Atsushi came with only the clothes on his back. He left no note, he couldn't give them any clues.

"Very well. I accept your terms, Atsushi Nakajima." Says Fyodor, extending a hand to him.

This was it.

The moment Atsushi stepped foot into this cafe, he knew he might as well be signing his own death certificate.

But it doesn't matter to him.

There was no way Fyodor was ever going to get the book. He could torture him, starve him, drown him, whatever he wanted to break Atsushi into complying.

Atsushi would not budge. It was nothing he hadn't had dealt to him before. He hadn't been lying about his ability being a curse.

He was dooming himself to a life of isolation and agony. Walking back into his cage and handing over the keys to his tormentor.

Never to know freedom or love again. It was Atsushi's worst fear. What he dreaded more than anything. But this was for the Agency, and for them Atsushi would give up everything.

Atsushi was nothing compared to them. He bought misfortune onto others and pretended he was human when he was anything but.

He was a monster. He would only bring them pain and suffering. But now he could atone for everything he'd done.

None of this would be happened if Atsushi hadn't gone to Yokohama. If he hadn't joined the Agency, none of this would be happening.

He'd deluded himself into thinking he deserved a place to belong. And now they were suffering from it.

This, this was Atsushi's karma. This was the price of his mistakes. For ever thinking he could ever belong in the light when he was born into darkness.

He was abandoned by the world. He was abdoned by his parents and no one had ever wanted him. The Orphanage had been right about him, the Headmaster had been right about him.

But now he could fix it all. The Agency and the Port Mafia would be saved. There would be no more suffering caused by him. The book would never be found and no one would be hurt trying to pursue it again.

Everyone would be okay. So what if it cost Atsushi everything?

"Than we have a deal." Says Atsushi, shaking Fyodor's hand.

(Sequel, You don't know what I'd do (for you) Part 1

[cowgurrrl]

Yo Gotti

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: MOM JUNE’S BEING UNHINGED ON THE INTERNET AGAIN

Summary: You and Joel read thirst tweets together. Chaos ensues. [1.2k]

Warnings: internet speak, pregnancy, Joel Miller being a Wife Guy

"Hi, I'm Joel Miller," Joel says into one of the Buzzfeed cameras, and you smile as you introduce yourself. "And we are going to readin’ thirst trap tweets today. Both for ourselves and for us as a couple."

"It's gonna be weird," you laugh. "I wanted to do the puppy video, but Joel said no."

"If you weren't pregnant, we could do the puppy video." He says, resting a protective hand on your stomach. You're only twenty-one weeks, but you're way bigger than you were at this point with Sam which makes sense, considering there are two babies instead of one. Still, Joel has been overprotective, bordering on overbearing, as your pregnancy progresses, but you know it's because he loves you so much. Besides, the extra attention is kinda nice. The producer walks over with a bucket full of slips of paper, and Joel lets you choose the first one.

"The way I would let her redacted my redacted redacted," you laugh, and Joel peeks over your shoulder to see just how many 'redacted's there are, and he laughs too. "This is a pretty good one to start with." Joel picks one and immediately furrows his brows, mumbling the words under his breath.

"I don't think I get this one," he admits, and you laugh as you read it. It's a picture of his side profile from one of his music videos, the tweet reading, "What Doja Cat said." "How is that even dirty?" He asks, looking to you for an answer, and you take a deep breath to try and keep a straight face.

"Do you not know what they're talking about?"

"No," he says, and you laugh as you point at the camera.

"If your name is Sarah or Ellie Miller, click off this video now," you say before returning to him. "Doja Cat is a rapper, and she-"

"I know who Doja Cat is."

"Okay, sorry," you roll your eyes dramatically. "Anyways, she said in an interview once that she liked big noses because you can sit on them," you and Joel laugh loudly, a blush creeping up his neck, and you shake your head. "These are fucking unhinged. I love them."

Much of the interview goes that way, you read a few, and then Joel reads a few, and you laugh at them together. Joel doesn't understand a lot of the internet speak, which results in you having to explain it to him in terms he'll understand. You never thought you'd have to explain to your husband what the fuck someone means when they say he put his whole "Joelussy" into his most recent album, Between Oceans. One of them, in particular, makes you raise your eyebrows at him as you hide the paper from him.

"Are you ready for this one?" You ask.

"I don't know. Am I?"

"Say what you want about parasocial relationships, but Joel Miller being crowned Sexiest Man Alive and then him and his wife announcing they're pregnant with twins three months later is so important to me." You read, and he shrugs.

"Those two things are not related."

"Yes, they are." You say, and Joel gives you a look.

"No, they aren't." He doubles down, and you glance between him and the cameras. You bite back a comment about being pretty sure of when he impregnated you once again.

"Are you being serious right now?" You ask instead, and he laughs.

"There's no way!"

"Joel," you say, looking at him seriously like you're trying to transport your thoughts into his head, but he just stares at you. You laugh as you lean in, covering your mic, and whisper in his ear about the night of his cover reveal party back in November.

"Oh!" He yells, suddenly connecting the dots. "Okay, yeah. Those two things are related."

"Thanks, People Magazine!" You laugh as Joel suddenly sits up and points at the camera.

"Hey, if I never get awarded World's Sexiest Man Alive ever again, that's totally fine! No more!" He waves his arms in an X position, and you copy him.

"Yes, he's done! We're done!"

"Was this pregnancy a surprise?" The producer asks, and you rest a hand on your stomach out of habit.

"I mean…" you trail off, looking at Joel. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Sure, we can talk about it."

"We were talking about having one more baby, but we weren't going to plan anything, so we just kinda left it up to chance and…"

"We thought four was a good number." Joel finishes for you, and you nod.

"And hey, guess what's a better number than four?"

"Five," you and Joel say in unison.

"Do you know if you're having fraternal or identical twins?" The producer asks, and Joel looks at you to see if you want to answer.

"They're identical." You say, running a hand over the expanse of your belly, and all the people on set clap. You smile and thank them before diving into the rest of the thirst tweets.

"Well, that was…" Joel tries to find the words as you get to the bottom of the bucket. "Certainly somethin'."

"Joel is famously oblivious to how handsome he is, so I'm glad we could force him to see just how many people, besides me, think he's cute."

"They thought I was more than cute," Joel says, smirking and leaning back in his chair. "What was it that one person said about my nose?"

"Okay, you're done!"

"No, I seriously don't remember. Can you remind me?" You immediately recognize the flirty tone in his voice and playfully shove his face away from you so you can hide the blush on your cheeks. "Do y'all see how she treats me?" Joel laments, and you laugh.

"Oh, you're obviously very neglected."

"I'm just sayin' what the audience is clearly thinkin'," he shrugs. "We should kiss just to put their minds at ease."

"You're worried about the audience's minds now?" You ask, and he hums, already leaning in. You give him a look but kiss him anyways. Six years of marriage and three kids later, and he still makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. You sign off by promoting each of your newest projects and thanking Buzzfeed for the opportunity.

"Do you think more celebrity couples should read thirst tweets together?" The producer asks.

"I don't know if there are any celebrity couples that are as cool as we are," Joel says before you can say anything, and you laugh.

"That's true. We are pretty cool though our kids might disagree."

"They're pretty cool, too," Joel says, and you nod. With that, you wrap and thank the crew for everything.

The day the video goes up, it goes viral with people screaming about Joel's reactions, your laughs, and the People Magazine story. But the thing that they get the most excited about is seeing you two interact. You see one post that says, "This video might as well be called Joel Miller being in love with his wife for six minutes straight," with a picture of you two kissing attached. Joel, never one to shy away from a challenge, posts one of the first pictures of you and him not taken by paparazzi but by him. You're at the beach with your back to his chest, resting between his legs as you two sit in the sand, and his lips are pressed to your temple. In the caption, he writes, "In love with you then. In love with you today. In love with you tomorrow."

Instagram breaks within the hour.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

am I the asshole for sort of accidentally ruining someone's wedding and kind of dooming their marriage?

I know that sounds really really bad but please bear with me because I really didn't mean for this to happen and I still just feel really confused about the part I played in all this and don't know if I'm an asshole for it.

I (23f) used to date this guy in college on and off, over the course of several months. He dropped me out of the blue one day and I saw later on social media he was engaged to a girl we both knew. I'm still unclear if she was aware that he and I were in a situationship deal while he was also, I guess, dating her and playing serious. I just figured okay icky but whatever, we won't be speaking again.

Then I get a wedding invitation. I figured it had to be a mistake, no way she'd want me there so I called her (she'd been my RA at one point so I still had her number saved). She said no, no mistake I was legitimately invited because we'd sorta been close during that year she was my RA and she was so nice over the phone idk I felt bad for wanting to say no so I said yes, I'd be there and also sent the rsvp back. I know I should've said something like hey I used to mess around with your soon to be husband I don't think I should be there especially if you didn't know about that but I just didn't say anything about it.

I continued to feel weird about it up until the day of the wedding. The reception was lovely if a little awkward mostly because I felt so awkward, but nearly two hours went by and I started hearing in chatter that they couldn't find the groom. People in the wedding party were really starting to freak out thinking he just straight up left.

They eventually found him, he locked himself in a room at the hotel where the reception was being held. Eventually someone comes to me saying I need to go talk to him because he only wants to speak to me. I just truly wanted to die and get swallowed up by the ground but I said fine I'll go talk to him and see if I can convince him to come out.

We talk, he says he can't go through with it because he's been staring at me the entire time and not even thinking about the bride to be literally on the other side of the door listening to us. I got a little heated telling him that he's really hurting her and it's extra shitty because that wasn't just about him it's about her too, hes the one who proposed to her, planned a wedding with her, ect. I said call it off if you want but you and I aren't getting back together and you need to go out there either way and talk to her.

After that he came out, idk what was discussed exactly with her or the wedding party but eventually they said the ceremony will go through as planned. I couldn't get out of there fast enough, I felt so horrible that I'd probably ruined this girl's dream day and I should've turned down the invitation and been straight up with her.

I tried to forget about it then three months later he hits me up on a blank burner account on facebook explaining it was him and asking me for nude pictures. I screenshot the messages, did not respond, and sent them to his wife. They both blocked me on everything after that but I heard from a mutual friend that she'd filed for divorce, they hadn't even been married for three full months.

It's not solely because of me that they got divorced, apparently there was a whole slew of girls he'd been messaging and he never really stopped messing around behind her back but I feel like if I'd just said something right away during that initial call maybe she wouldn't have gone through with it and wouldn't have been put in that position as the wife who got cheated on.

What are these acronyms?

[hotheadrednecksimmer]

Slow It Down - Struck by Love Legacy Challenge - Season 3, Episode 57

Nathaniel brought Sutton up to her bedroom, his thoughts nonstop racing through his mind. Every moment he spent with Monica going through his mind like it was a photo album. Was anything real?

He put Sutton to bed and kissed her on the forehead: Daddy loves you Sutton.

Nathaniel left Sutton's room and retired to his office.

Was Monica only after status of Nathaniel's grandfather? The man that he grew up fearing? The only thing that was good about Barnabas Ellison was the woman that he married years and years ago, Nathaniel's Grandmother, Sabine. Sabine had been the light that Nathaniel needed in his childhood years. Whenever Barnabas was particularly hard on the boy, Sabine would always bring a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a smile that lit up the room. Calliope reminded him a lot of Sabine, the way that Calliope is so good and full of hope.

Nathaniel was suddenly grateful, even though he was blinded by love, he never gave Monica Sabine's Wedding ring.

Nathaniel couldn't stop himself from thinking of all the precious moments he held with Monica.

Years ago in Nathaniel's New Penthouse Office.

Nathaniel smiles at Monica: Thank you for helping me unpack, you weren't lying when you said you weren't scared of a little hard work.

Monica: Of course, you couldn't possibly unpack all these books by yourself.

Nathaniel: I can think of something else that I'd like your help with.

Monica: Oh yeah?

Before they started dating.

Monica and Nathaniel cuddling on the couch.

Monica: I can't believe we're getting married so soon. It feels like we just started dating.

Nathaniel chuckles: Life flies by when you're having fun. I cannot wait for you to be my wife.

Monica smiles at him: I cannot wait for you to be my husband. I'll be Mrs. Ellison. Monica Ellison has a wonderful ring to it.

Monica: I have to tell you something.

Nathaniel in a serious tone: What is it? You can tell me anything. He breathes.

Monica: I'm pregnant.

Nathaniel: I'm going to be a dad?

Monica nods at him: You're going to be a wonderful father.

Nathaniel smiles: You have made me the happiest man on the planet if not the universe.

Before they got married.

Monica sighs: I didn't think pregnancy would be this hard.

Nathaniel rubs her belly: I'm sorry it's been so rough.

Monica leans on him: I don't know if I want any more children other than our son.

Nathaniel: That's okay with me. Whatever you want to do, I'm on board. Your body, your choice.

Monica breathily: I love you.

Nathaniel: I love you so.

Before the birth of their son, Spencer.

Nathaniel pounds his desk in anger. He stared at the wedding picture of himself, Calliope, and Spencer. As upset as he was at Monica for betraying him, taking them to court over Spencer, he was thankful that her betrayal led him to the love of his life. Calliope and him were meant to be, he would always protect her, give her the best life he could, and be her best friend. Just like she would do for him.

She was his, and he was entirely hers.

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Let me tell you, as much as I wanted throwback scenes ... it just felt wrong LOL. Calliope and Nathaniel are the IT couple and seeing Nathaniel kissing Monica (even as a flashback) makes me feel like he's cheating (he's not). LOL - Ash ♥

[talesfromawannabewriter]

Me

For you @mayjor-lochardt as a little treat just the fact that you came up with this amazing AU, and also the way Raphael is described reminds me so much of Gaston. Hope you like it enjoy!

Raphael: As you probably know, the reason for your creation was to help populate the Earth.

Adam: Uh, it has been mentioned to me once or twice before.

Raphael: Good, because I have very good news for you indeed. One that will I'm sure have you screaming to the Heaven's in thanks. For they were the ones who helped arrange it.

Adam: Arrange what exactly?

Raphael grabs Adam and pulls him into his arms harshly. Adam looks up at the archangel's face to see a cocky smirk on his lips. and eyes that held an emotion Adam just couldn't describe. However, he knew it wasn't a positive one.

Raphael: Our marriage my dear you are to be the mother of humanity.

Adam's face falls

Adam: Oh no

Raphael: I think you mean, oh yes! You've been dreaming, just one dream, nearly all your life, hoping scheming just one dream, will you be a wife! Will you be some Alpha's property?

Raphael twirls Adam unexpectedly in a form of dance as he dips him. Causing Adam to become dizzy. Raphael then forces Adam to move along in a form of a slow dance.

Raphael: Good news, that Alpha is me! This equation Omega plus Alpha doesn't help just you! On occasion, if possible, Omega's have their uses too! Mainly to extend the family tree! Baby you're going to expand with me!

Adam felt himself go green.

Raphael: You'll be raising Alphas with pride.

Adam: Inconceivable

Raphael: each will be eight feet five.

Adam: Unbelievable

Raphael: every one of them is stuffed with my best genes!

Adam: I'm not hearing this!

Raphael: You'll always be by my side!

Adam: Just incredible

Raphael: I'll make sure that your belly is always full!

Raphael stops their awkward dance and Adam breathes a sigh of relief until Raph's hands begin to wander. Adam felt like he was ready to puke up his lunch when Raphael started to rub his flat stomach. Adam just stays quiet as Raphael continues.

Raphael: just picture it, Adam, a beautiful mansion up in Heaven, my latest awards for all my achievements placed in a nice sunroom. I sit by the fireplace as my wife who is pregnant with our forty-seventh litter massages my aching feet, while our little ones are playing on the floor. And we will have many, many, many little one's all over the place.

Adam felt vomit rise to his throat, but he managed to swallow it back down.

Adam: heh imagine that.

Raphael: I can see that we make the greatest pair as history will define! Not unlike my eyes!

Raphael turned Adam to face him and gives the omega a serious hard look.

Raphael: You are face-to-face with your destiny! All roads lead to this! The best thing for you is me! Escape me? there's no way! For you are Mr. Raphael!

Raphael lets go of Adam but before the poor human-turned-angel can run away Raphael begins to advance toward him and uses his wings to keep him caged. Adam keeps backing away until his bare back hits the bark of a tree. Raphael slams both his arms on either side of Adam making him trapped. As Adam's fear-filled eyes stare into Raphael's he finally knows what to call the emotion that is clear as day, lust, and pride. Because Adam knows that all he is to Raph is a prize and the archangel is about to collect his prize. He needed a plan to escape and quick.

Raphael: So, what do you say Mr. Raphael? Ready to begin your duties?

He says with a smirk licking his lips before puckering them up and inching them toward Adam with closed eye lids.

Adam: I'm very sorry Raphael, but I just don't deserve you.

Raphael: Who does? Now pucker up and spread those legs wide for AHHHH!!!

Raph yelled when he was pushed away by a strong gust of wind. He lost his balance and fell off the hill he and Adam were on and landed on a large mud puddle. Adam stood with a proud smirk of his own golden wings outstretched as turned and flew away from the Alpha calling back to him one more time

Adam: But hey thanks for asking Raph!

[yuken-gf]

spending a day with sword leaders ♡

amamiya kyōdai here

cobra

are we even going to elaborate this, it's obvious

Harleys in Hawaii😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

YOU AND I RIDING HARLEYS IN HAWAII I'M ON THE BACK I'M HOLDING TIGHT WANT YOU TO TAKE ME FOR A RIDE

he would half-planned it

he knew the big picture of where he wants to go with you

but if you request any destination, that's okay too! he would be more than happy to grant your wish

meals at some local diner (because we love the vibe)

would be something that start with the beach and ended on the hills to see the sunset‼️

he always make sure you hug him tight while riding his motorbike

((shit bro i'm going to die))

loves it if you vlog about the whole day

fixes‼️your‼️hair‼️after‼️every‼️ride‼️

you wouldn't even ask it

always helps you put on your helmet

randomly stares at you while you're at the beach and/or hills

and when you asked him what's wrong

he just said "nothing"

of course you want revenge

you stare at him until he asked "what's wrong"

you answered with something like "just admiring my boyfriend"

watch him FLEW

he would be so flustered, you caught him off guard😝

when you parted ways because you need to go home

he would kiss your forehead

"see you tomorrow, my love"

he loves it when you say "text me when you arrived"

he feels loved

rocky

this is so basic but

breakfast, lunch, dinner in 5 stars restaurant

shopping in between

he would be mad if you don't want to buy anything

"please spend my money or i will buy everything for you"

"no buts"

you buy little things that are pretty cheap

and he would be so done like

"fine, i'll choose for you"

walk out from every store with a big shopping bag

"rocky, it's enough"

he wouldn't listen because you didn't listen to him too

get that bag sis🤑🤑🤑🤑

"fine, ill pay you back later"

"go ahead and i'll spoil you more"

he would ask for your opinion when he wants to buy something for himself

"do you think this suits me?"

"which one do you like most for me?"

he knows that you always know the best

your small and shy thank you would make him sigh

"i'd give you the whole planet and it would be still not enough to appreciate your precious presence"

bye he has all 5 love languages

((remind me to make rocky fic))

the dinner would be extraordinary

3 course meal and in the vip seat

he would go for the best seat for city viewing sunset omsgsiahshsu ((blushing))

he holds your hand and thank you for the day and how he's so thankful that he has you by his side

he would also reminds you that he makes money FOR YOU

you would be "isn't that wife privilege"

"we're getting married anytime soon, what's your point"

goofy ahh argument about the money he spent on you again

murayama

café and resto hunting

i assume you ran out of place to date like

murayama gets bored easily

so you have an idea

and he's excited!

you two would look like some food critics because you bring your notes

would be so funny when the café give you some bonuses because they thought you're a food critics😭😭😭😭😭

he's judgyyyy

murayama ramsay

"write down broken aircon babe"

"also the fries are bland as hell, add that to the list"

"the coffee is a joke. i'm way better"

so unserious

you go to the arcade to wait for the next meal time

killing time by competing with your boyfriend

he's pouty but proud at you whenever he loses

so freaking cute

he would consider to take food critics as a job seriously because he feels like he's doing good at it

LITERALLY THE MOST UNSERIOUS BUT SERIOUS AT THE SAME TIME

smokey

all i can think about is dog/cat café date

((bury me in red casket plz))

he will melt when you play with the puppies

but he DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU MELT TOO WHEN HE PLAYS WITH THE PUPPIES GAYT DAYUM

bro is smiley and cute

got you blushing over nothing😭😭😭

im not sorry, because me too😭😭😭😔

cute pics‼️

anti PDA does not exist for a day

he would be so touchy with you

reason: you're adorable and make him want to die so he feels like he need to be clingy

waiting for your snack and drink?

he grabs you by the waist and pull you to his chest so he can lean his head on your shoulders

you would be 😧🤨

"what's wrong, baby?"

he would just hums and snuggle into your neck

😧😧😧😧

shit bro im going to faint don't do that

enjoying the foods while watching puppies n kittens😻😻😻

he would feed you cause he can

so lovey dovey bye

hyuga

listen

sleeping all day

and then a night ride with one of his vintage cars

you can choose your favorite color

both of you don't know where to go, but you just spend the night driving

just enjoying each other's company

some accidently deep talks along the way

late night meals at some random restaurant

y'all joking around so cute

he's in his smiley mood <3

stops somewhere to watch the stars😮‍💨‼️

but you know

watching the stars in your eyes make him feels something

like he would burn the world for you

drive back home at around 4a.m.

if you fell asleep when you arrived at home. he'll carry you to the bedroom😮‍💨😢

kiss your whole face before he joined you to sleep

"i love you"

if you're fake sleeping and said "i love you too"

he would be so flustered

"why are you tricking me?"

he's a big spoon

and he loves give your nape a kiss before he really dozes off

only you know this side of daruma ikka's leader

[expresso-bean]

The Man Out of Time [A ShadAmy and Silver Story]: Chapter 13

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Amy Rose

Description: It has been seven years of peace following the grueling war with Eggman and his army. Though it took time to rebuild what they have lost, life for the Freedom Fighters could not be better. Whether it's finding love or trying to run from their past, celebrating post-war times has been different for each of them.

Will anyone believe the mysterious hedgehog's cry for help? Or will he be left to fight for his future alone? Read to find out!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

POV: Silver the Hedgehog/Third Person

!! I do not own any of the art/gifs/borders used in my chapters. All credits to the rightful owners !!

Masterlist ❀ Ch.1 ❀ Ch.2 ❀ Ch.3 ❀ Ch.4 ❀ Ch.5 ❀ Ch.6 ❀ Ch.7 ❀ Ch.8 ❀ Ch.9 ❀ Ch.10 ❀ Ch.11 ❀ Ch.12

"Whatever, Chaos Control."

In a blink of an eye, both of us were in back in Amy's living room. I felt great knowing that Shadow had heard my calls for help, and it felt even greater to know that he cared about me in one way or another, whether he admitted it to himself or not.

"Shadow?"

Shadow turned to look at me from the bottom of the steps. The look he held wasn't one of anger or annoyance, but of concern.

"If you are about to ask to see her I suggest you hold your tongue. She is still resting and I'll be damned if you want me to wake her for something like this."

"Woah, calm down. I stare at her room for a couple of seconds and you think I want to talk to her at a time like this?"

"Be serious," Shadow had his teeth clenched in either anger or jealously. "Just because she trusts you and gives a damn about your life does not mean you know her as I do. Keep your distance and we will get along fine."

"Then what gives you the right to push people away for her. I feel guilty enough that I'm here, and even more guilty that I have to put her through this. You have no idea what I feel or who I am! So don't tell me what I can and cannot do!"

"At least I know what is best for her! You didn't even know her in your time!"

"That's why I am here! To make sure she lives to see the future! But you don't care about that! All you care about is that I am here and she cares about me now! Stop thinking with your jealously and start thinking with that 'oh so logical' brain of yours!"

I stormed away from him and made my way into the kitchen preparing to make myself a glass of chocolate milk. As I reached for a glass a memory began to play in my head.

--

A young Silver was running through the halls of his barren home, he giggled as he watched the toy rabbit he was playing with float in the air, covered with the mist of magic he calls his telekinetic powers. Unbeknownst to him, through Silver's laughs, his father's sobs rattled the walls of his room. Shadow was clutching the framed picture of his deceased wife, Amy Rose. The picture was taken in a field of pink wildflowers in mid-spring, right when they were at full-bloom. Amy was standing there in a red spring dress and a peach, wide brim hat. Her happiness shines through the smile she gives to the camera.

"You are more beautiful than any flower in any field." That is what Shadow had said when he took that picture.

A little over a year later, everything in that photo would cease to exist. The field would be destroyed. His Rose would die soon after. The memory of that day made Shadow cry harder into his free hand.

Silver passed by his father's room and heard the awful noise of sadness that seeped through the thin, wooden door. Usually, his father never let sadness run through him, and instead displayed an array of love and happiness whenever Silver saw him. To hear him so sad confused Silver.

"Papa?" Silver dropped the rabbit he was playing with and frowned. His little fingers tapped on the door, trying to get it open. But it was to heavy for Silver. "Papa? Papa, are you sad?"

Silver tapped on the door a little louder. The crying suddenly stopped. He heard silence then followed the shuffling of footsteps.

"Come in, Silver. Papa is alright."

Silver smiled as he excitedly opened the door. 

"Papa!" Silver ran to his father and engulfed him into a big hug. Shadow wrapped his arm around his son and used the other to pet his quills on his head. "Papa, were you sad?" 

Silver felt his father tense at the question, then he heard him sigh. 

"Yes, my son, Papa is sad. But it's okay, Papa will be okay. Don't worry." 

Silver looked up at his father and smiled brightly.

"Really?"

That smile made Shadow break inside; it was just like his precious Rose. Tears dropped down Shadow's tired face. 

"My son, you look just like your mother. You have her loving heart. Her beautiful eyes. Her bright smile." 

Silver looked confused as to why his father was crying. Usually, he would smile when he talked about the boy's mother, but this time was different.

"Papa?"

Shadow dried his tears and picked his son up. Silver giggled his father placed the young boy atop his shoulder. 

"Mommy loved you very much my son. She will always be with us." Silver simply nodded his head. He had wished he had met his mother, and every time he heard of her, it made him feel sad. Shadow took notice of this and walked towards the door. "Hey, what did I say about being sad? Only Papa can be sad around here."

"Why?"

"Because sad boys don't get chocolate milk."

"Chocolate milk! Okay, I'll stop being sad! I want chocolate milk, Papa!"

Shadow chuckled at the bouncing boy on his shoulder as he walked towards the kitchen and towards the refrigerator. Shadow put Silver down to prepare the two glasses of chocolate milk. Meanwhile Silver watched excitedly as his father poured in the chocolate syrup into the glasses and stirred them, making them a rich brown color. Shadow passed one glass to Silver and kept the other to himself.

"Hey! I thought sad boys couldn't drink chocolate milk!"

"But I'm not sad."

"Why?"

"Because, I have you here with me. That is all I need to be happy."

"Me too! And even more that I have chocolate milk."

"Always remember, my son, remember how much your father loves you."

"I love you too papa!"

--

I smiled through the tears running down my face, and I watched them as they dropped around the glass of chocolate milk.

"Rest easy my dear parents. We have a long road ahead of us."