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#I have a strong golden deer bias and I am not ashamed#I LIKE THE SILLY GUYS#fe3h#if you like the sad anime boys this is fine#I'm putting a hand on your shoulder#it's fine and I support you#but you will never know my joy#and I will never know yours#we are different ppl and we walk different paths#it just so happens I walk the better path heyo#blue lions#golden deer#2022 art#carrying over my posts from twitter choo chooooo
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Augh
#fancy is really struggling#and the babies are lovely and just FASCINATING in how they developed around but not shaped by humans and i so very deeply enjoy them#but they are also a little ungovernable due to their age and general lack of caring about rules and they are bothersome and rowdy#and it is obviously so so hard on her and my heart is breaking because im afraid we wont be able to get her through this#and i will have to give the babies up#and...not have another cat#just one#i would be crushed#and added to all of that is that the babies are taking their time learning to be pets and that is fine and wonderful actually#but...i need surgery on at least one ankle and i won't be able to keep up with them if things haven't sorted themselves out by then#and they haven't become more manageable and fancy hasn't adjusted#so we are asking about meds for poor fancy and hoping that works#but she's really having a hard time guys and i am fighting so hard to cope in a household where i spend most of my time alone#with two animals who don't love me yet or interact with me like pets (i'm a source of three things: food and snuggles on demand and NO STOP#and one who is sad and not herself#and frankly it's terrible that i can't fix this#and i am trying not to lose my shit but this wasn't supposed to be so hard#and im afraid i may lose five cats and not three#and im already barely holding on#i don't know what to do and neither does my boyfriend#i don't want to turn around and have to tell you guys we can't keep the babies#i feel like i am failing at something i am supposed to be GOOD AT#i don't want to be in a house so empty#i can't live like that#having the babies is lovely#they're so alive and the boys were so sick by the end and the stress of the constant anxiety and grief as they faded away was crushing#even before they died#it's been so good to have them running about#i don't want to LOSE that#im so tired of LOSING things
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Accurate scale models
#probably wont be getting falin for a couple more months and. im sad đĽ˛#also what are you supposed to do with the little base toys that come with nendoroids?#for chilchuck its the treasure chest and its fine if it doesnt move but like#ive also got the furuba boys and their animals are so precarious lol. theyre just sitting there! theyre not secured!
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Castlepoint Anime con 2023 had a lot of OMORI cosplayers and man was it a blast to play songs for them on the keytar!
#cpac#cpac 2023#castle point anime convention#omori#omori cosplay#omori aubrey#omori kel#omori basil#omori mari#omori sunny#im still sad about no hero come on guys you dont need to be handsome to represent the beautiful boi#i gotta say tho for as much as i love cpac#this year really felt meh and it wasnt just the rain preventing outside fun#particularly this vendor that complained about my playing#it was fine when she asked me âcan you like not do thatâ and i said ok and immediately started packing my gear#but she really didnt need to add âwe vendors can't get awayâ like bro my playing wasnt bad or anything#i felt bad still but i later found out that the person was a huge bitch#apparently she was super self entitled and told off a bunch of other people for even just playing songs on a speaker#along with that cpac just didnt have a lot of good panels or events this time around#that with the prices getting closer to animenyc for this college runned thing#wow it was just not that great#i guess cpac has been falling off as each year passes they were so better 5yrs ago#honestly the only thing that was super fun and worth it was the omori cosplayers and artists being so cool and nice#also btw why so many yall in nj XD
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imagine being jason todd's friend.
he's big, protective, handy. he's got that messy hair with the streak and he's stupidly sexy when he smiles. god forbid laughs. he's sarcastic and sassy. his sense of humor is so ridiculous sometimes. he's incredibly smart. always ready to act, never holds back. he's loyal. he's incredibly caring, though he shows it in peculiar ways. he'd take a bullet for you any day, do you any favor, though he'll bitch about it for fun. if anyone lays a finger on you? they're gone.
imagine him sprawled on the couch, resting after a mission, dead tired, his voice croaky and rumbly in the best way, his hair messy from the helmet. imagine him fixing his bike, his hands working expertly, wielding tools with ease, some oil on his hands and/or face. imagine him being attentive at all times and putting his hands between your body and the edge of something so you don't bump into it. imagine him doing favors and not even telling you because that's just his way of showing he cares. imagine him being soft with kids and animals, dispersing fears. imagine him referencing books, giving you annotated ones, containing jokes he knew you'd laugh or scoff at.
his life is full of adrenaline, danger and confrontation but he'd never hurt you. it would destroy him if he lashed out. he wouldn't be above resembling a sad puppy if your friendship was at stake. so many of his relationships are shaky, filled with miscommunication and violence - if he had a stable friendship he would NOT allow himself to lose it. even though he'd consider himself a danger and contemplate distancing himself for your good, he doesn't truly want to be alone.
he messes with you all the time but you'd never doubt his respect for you. he'd support you in whatever you pursued.
he leaves the charm and dazzle to dick "pretty boy" grayson but the man is FINE. imagine him leaving the shower with just a towel, his muscles and scars on display. it's questionable whether he's comfortable in his own body but i feel like he's not fully aware of the impact he has.
imagine being his friend and attempting to resist falling in love.
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City Pigeons Bleed Green : Part 23
The cheerful bell rang a familiar chime as Damian opened the door to his favorite animal shelter. The scent of fur, pet food, and antiseptic was as comforting as it was potent. Damian watched Danny closely out of the corner of his eye. The other boyâs nose wrinkled, but he looked around the front room curiously.
âDamian! I wasnât expecting you today,�� Ms. Lacey said as she popped out of the back room, summoned by the chime.
âMs. Laceyâ was their compromise. Damian had refused to simply refer to the woman by her first name and in turn, Ms. Lacey refused to give Damian her last name. It had been supremely frustrating. Now it was almost akin to game or inside joke between them. It was nice.
She brushed the riot of curls (blue this month) out of her face and looked at the group that had entered the shelter curiously.
Damian knew they were a bit of a sight. Danny was still swathed in a number of bandages and, now out of the apartment, looked a moment away from running. Because of that, Jason basically loomed over Danny and Damian as if he could keep the world at bay.
(He might just be able to manage to.)
âNo. It is not one of my normal service days, however, I am not here to volunteer,â Damian said, his tone almost apologetic. âI have brought Danielââ
âDanny.â
ââto see if there is a pet that would suit him.â
âHi, Danny,â Ms. Lacey said and leaned forward onto the counter.
Danny shied back into Jasonâs space. He clutched a little tighter at the backpack that his bear was safely stashed in. Cass had thought it might be good for Danny to be able to take the bear discreetly with him as he seemed rather attached to it. Considering the tracker in the bear, everyone quickly helped make that happen.
âHi Lacey,â Danny replied softly.
Ms. Lacey leaned back, her smiled now twinged with just a little bit of sadness. Damian had seen her look abused animals the same way. âDo you know what type of animal you might be interested in, Danny?â
âI was thinking a cat or dog?â The words were more a question than a statement. âSomeone that can sit with me.â
âThatâs a good start. That could also be rabbits, but if theyâre going to be living at the manor,â Ms. Lacey glanced briefly at Damian for a confirming nod, âthen a rabbit might not work the best. A cat has the advantage that it would be indoors and doesnât need as much effort depending on the animalâs age. But you might want a dog to walk! Why donât we get you into the kitten room to start, because thatâs a great time no matter what.â
When Danny glanced from Ms. Lacey to Damian to Todd, Todd gave a little nod. Danny tightened the hold on his backpack, took a breath, and gave a little nod.
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âOkay, this is pretty great,â Danny said as he pried a tiny orange and white ball of fluff off his shoulder and set the little guy back down with his siblings.
Immediately the kitten was pounced by the black kitten and had his ears chewed on.
âKittens might be too much energy for me though,â Danny admitted. He had a feeling heâd never have the type of energy he used to again. He wasnât sure if that was from his death or⌠everything else.
âThey are a great deal of work,â Damian agreed. His own lap was full of peacefully sleeping kittens.
Danny was a little jealous. He caught the grey kitten who looked more like a a dust bunny as it romped past.
âWhat if I donât find a pet today?â
âThen we will go somewhere else. This is not the only shelter in the city,â Damian said.
The straightforward certainty that Damian had about the world was something Danny had come to appreciate over the last several days of knowing Damian. The fear was still there. Danny didnât know if it would ever go away, but he could ignore it now. Sometimes it was hardly even background noise.
Danny was used to having a brain full of static.
âIt will be fine, Brother,â Damian said when Danny didnât respond.
Brother. Damian insisted on using that instead of his name, but Danny figure that was because Damian didnât have a last name to call him like all the others. Bruce was simply âFatherâ too. Maybe it was about Wayne then? But Danny wasnât Daniel Wayne. He was just Danny⌠no one.
âYeah,â Danny made himself respond so that Damian didnât get worried. For all that Damian tried to be aloof he really was worse than even Dick.
âIf a kitten would be too much, what do you think of an adult cat?â
Danny looked down at the little slip of a kitten in his hands. It was so tiny. âI think letâs start with dogs. Something not so small and⌠breakable.â
Damian nodded and started to divest himself of cats. âI have heard the vets âjokeâ that kittens will heal from anything. One could toss a kitten and its missing foot in a cage and it would reattach. I suggest we do not try it.â
âNo,â Danny said in horror. âWe are very much not trying that, what the hell.â
âWhat is what I said.â Despite having to deal with many more kittens, Damian was up first and offering Danny his hand. âCome, Brother.â
Danny took the hand, stood, and still had one last kitten to pull off of of his jeans where it clung with this sharp, sharp claws.
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AN: I was able to give this a read through finally, so have the first bit of this chapter! Because who doesn't want Danny and Damian surrounded by adorable kittens?
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Sam carpenter x reader with the song birds of a feather by Billie eilish maybe friends to lovers
Birds of a Feather
Sam Carpenter x fem!reader
Summary: you and Sam are best friends. until you arenât
Words: 8k
A/n: ok we kinda went off script with this one but iâd describe this as friends to lovers with a few bumps. is friends to not friends to lovers a trope?
A/n 2: i have something to confess. iâve never seen scream 5. that might be very evident in this
Warnings: intoxication, usage of drugs, Richie Kirsch, Sam deals with some hard shit, crying, ghostface aftermath, not a warning but Tara is a cutie, mention of a dead parent, maybe ooc sam cause iâve never written for her and probably shouldâve made a less lengthy fic so i could get a feel for her character but wtv đ¤ˇââď¸
âHey- What the heck! What was that for, Sam!?â The young boy yells when Sam pushes him off the swing
âYou jerk broke my friendâs crayons. She really liked them!â Sam points a finger at the boy, whoâs now dusting himself off
âYeah? Whatâre you going to do about it?â He smiles a wicked grin. At least, what would be considered wicked in kindergarten
âIâll never let you on the swings again!â
âI donât see your name written on it!â
âThatâs cause youâre stupid and canât read!â
Tears well up in the young boys eyes. He blinks them away, running to tell on the teacher him and Sam share. Sam didnât care, he deserved the insults anyways
âSammy? What did you do to Carlos?â You run up to Sam, whoâs glaring at the back of Carlosâ head from her seat on the swing
âI pushed him. He broke the crayons your dad gave you!â The Carpenter pulls you into a hug, not wanting to let go
âI know he did Sammy, but itâs not nice to push peopleâ You reciprocate the hug, pulling back a bit to see Samâs face and how her forehead was wrinkled with her eyebrows furrowed. You thought she was cute like one of your stuffed animals
âItâs not nice to break something that doesnât belong to you! I did it because he was mean to youâ
âYouâre going to get in trouble! Mrs. Poppy doesnât know you were trying to protect meâ
âThen Iâll tell her, and Carlos will get in trouble tooâ
âSamantha Carpenter.â Your teacherâs voice was stern. Nothing like the sweet teacher you were used to. You backed away from Samâs hug but you donât go far. You hold her tiny hand with your own and make sure to stay close, rubbing her hand in hopes of comfort
âIs it true you pushed Carlos off the swings and said some mean things?â
âYeah, but he was being mean to (Y/n) first! He broke her new crayons her dad got her! Mrs. Poppy, (Y/n) was really sadâ Your dad couldnât get you many new things due to being a single father. Especially new school supplies. Usually youâd reuse the crayons you didnât lose or break from previous years or borrow some of Samâs
On most days you took the bus home with Sam while your dad was off working his ass off to get you dinner every night. Your dad and Samâs dad were good friends so Mr and Mrs. Carpenter didnât mind taking care of you until your dad was able to pick you up from their house. Luckily you two lived in the same neighborhood. Some days you thought all of the stars aligned for you and Sam to be friends
âIs this true?â Your teacher shoots a look at the boy next to her. While your teacher was the nicest woman you ever met, she had a deadly glare. You were happy you werenât on the receiving end of that stare
âN-NoâŚâ
âCarlos if I find out youâre lying, youâre going to be sharing the same punishment as Sam.â Mrs. Poppy seems to calm down a bit, entering her nice teacher mode once again
âF-Fine! I did break her crayonsâ Carlos pouts, crossing his arms
âThank you for telling the truth, but what you did was wrong. You also did something wrong, Sam. Instead of pushing Carlos off the swing, you couldâve told me and I would have taken care of itâ Your teacher bends down to look at the two kids in the eyes
âSorry, Mrs. Poppyâ Sam and Carlos say in unison
âThank you, you two. I know you two are good kids and know whatâs rightâ
Your teacher leaves with Carlos next to her and you can hear her faintly ask why the boy broke your crayons in the first place
âI like having you as a friend, Sammyâ You hug the girl, whoâs long since stopped swinging
âI like having you as a friend too, (Y/n)!â Sam beams. Her smile was one of your favorite things ever
âCan we play house?â
âYeah! Iâll bring my bear next time so she can be our baby!â
//-//
âI canât believe you can name your sister!â You were over at Samâs house a few months after her baby sister was born. You didnât know what to call Samâs little sister considering⌠she didnât really have a name. It was up to Sam to pick a name but of course she was a Carpenter, wanting the best name for her sister. As a result, her baby sister had no name
Until today, that is. Sam was finally making a decision today
âI donât know what her name is going to be yetâ Sam reaches out a finger to her baby sister who happily grabs onto it with curiosity
âShe likes you a lot, huh?â
âShe knows Iâm her sisterâ
âMaybe I could help you come up with a name! Whatâs your favorite letter?â
âI like the first letter of your name but I donât want it to be that! I need to think of something differentâ
âI know youâll think of a wonderful name, darling.â Samâs mom strokes her on the head as she rocks the small baby in her arms
âDo you have another favorite letter?â You ask
âUh⌠I like T?â
âWhat about Triceratops!â You giggle
âHer name canât be Triceratops, silly!â Sam smiles
âTennis?â
â(Y/n), those arenât namesâ The now older Carpenter giggles along with you
âWhat about Taylor? Oh! Thereâs a girl in our class named Thalia?â
âI want it to be different, though! I like those names but Tara needs to be special.â Samâs eyes go wide in surprise. Maybe her brain just knew her baby sister was supposed to be named Tara
âTara?â You repeat. âThatâs a pretty name! Hi little Tara!â You wave at the baby in her momâs arms
âIs this official? Is Tara your choice, Sam?â
âYeah! Tara is a nice name. She looks like her name would be Taraâ
âShe does, doesnât she? Such a pretty name you chose, Sam. Honey, come here! We have our daughterâs name!â Mrs. Carpenter yells for her husband
You donât think youâve ever seen Sam smile so wide before
//-//
âHey, Sam?â
âWhatâs up?â
âArenât you scared of middle school?â
âNo, why would I be? Middle school should be scared of meâ That was your Sam alright. The most fearless person you knew. As far as you knew, she was scared of absolutely nothing. Not even the dark. Which is why you were reluctant to stay outside on your trampoline after sunset. Which is also why you were curled next to Sam as she pointed out all the different stars
âWhat if we stop being friends?â
âDonât be stupid, (Y/n)â The Carpenter pinches your cheek and you yelp while giggling, shoving her hand away
âIf we stop being friends, which we wonât, I promise Iâll let you have all of my stuffed animalsâ
âWoah, really?â
âYes, really
âEvery single one of them?â
âYes, every single one of themâ Sam rolls her eyes
âEven Ghostie?â Ghostie was the panda stuffed animal you got Sam for her eighth birthday. Technically your dad bought it for her but you picked it out
âWhat! Youâre not supposed to take a gift back, I like Ghostieâ
âWell, you can give me all of your stuffed animals and Iâll just give Ghostie back to youâ
âThat makes no sense, why wouldnât you just let me keep it?â
âCause then you wouldnât have given me all of your stuffed animals and kept your promiseâ
âYouâre weird, (Y/n)â
âHey, so are you! Thatâs why weâre friendsâ
âYeah, I guess soâ Sam giggles
The sliding door to your house opens and both you and Sam turn to look whoâs there. Itâs your dad
âHey, girls! Sam, your parents are leaving now. Best you go with them, eh?â
âOkay! Thank you, Mr. (Y/l/n)â The Carpenter waves to your dad
âWait, let me go with you inside! Itâs scary out hereâ
//-//
âSam! What if we get caught out here?â Your words held concern but you couldnât stop laughing as Sam dragged you under the bleachers
âShhh! Theyâre gonna catch us!â The Carpenter put a hand over your mouth and put one over hers so sheâd also stop laughing when both of you sat down on the underside of the bleachers where the grass was
Both you and Sam were currently in seventh grade but there was an eighth grade couple that was constantly terrorizing the younger kids. Sam being Sam, she wanted to end their reign.
How did she want to end their reign? By breaking the two up. Sam slipped a note in both of their lockers about meeting to break up during one of their classes, causing both of them to skip. Your job was to lead a teacher to their meetup and if everything went right, then they would be successfully broken up and in detention.
Both of you hear footsteps and see the couple at the meetup spot. The teacher wasnât far away, all you had to do was rile him up a little and run away. Did you feel a little bad? Maybe. But in your defense the couple was always making out in the hallways and made everyone passing by uncomfortable. For gods sake, it was middle school! Not high school
You and Sam were far enough away you couldnât hear them but their body language was enough for the both of you to understand. Your plan was going perfectly. You and Sam were more the vigilante type, not the heroes or the villains
The couple exchanged pointed looks and flailing arms, hopefully arguing about the note. You and Sam wrote⌠not the nicest things in there
The teacher eventually arrives out of breath but the couple is too busy yelling each other to notice how heâs standing over them. He looks to clear his throat and to their horror, they stop fighting. Success!
âYes! We did it!â Sam says a little too loudly from the position you two were in. Their heads turn in your direction and you know youâre caught when the teacher stars walking towards you two
âHey! Whatâre you two doing there under the bleachers?â His ragged voice yells
Shit.
//-//
âSam? Whatâs wrong?â You run to the Carpenter, whoâs outside under a tree eating her lunch. Usually sheâd wait for you but today seemed different
âGet away from me, (Y/n).â
âSam, donât be like that. You know me, you can tell me whatâs wrong.â You and Sam didnât share too many classes in eighth grade. Even then, your friendship still didnât seem to falter. Youâd still hang out after school and help each other study. Sam lashing out at you was never really a problem you two had
âNo! You donât know anything.â Sam shoves you away when you try to put your hand on her shoulder. âYouâre useless.â
âSam, you donât mean that. Please just tell me whatâs wrong?â
âYou wouldnât understand. You donât understand anything.â
âYes I do! We always talk to each other, Sammy. Even if Iâm not going to understand, I can still listenâ
âDonât say that stupid name.â
âI thought you liked Sammy?â
âSee, thatâs the thing with you! Youâre always so stuck in the past. I donât want to talk to you anymore.â
âYouâre not being very nice right nowâ
âYeah? Well you can deal with it.â The last thing you expect Sam to do is push you onto the ground into a patch of dirt.
âWeâre done. Iâm not your friend anymore.â
âSam- we can talk about thisâ Tears pool in your eyes. You try to get up but all that happens is a crawl
âWe canât. Youâre weak and pathetic and canât do anything without me.â
Sam doesnât look back when you say her name through tears. Sam doesnât look back when she hears a few laughs and whispers directed at you. Sam doesnât look back.
//-//
âHeyyyyy (Y/n)!â Samâs voice slurs over the phone. It was almost one in the morning, what the hell was this girl doing? Not to mention this is the first time sheâs even talked to you since middle school. And yet, you still answered without hesitation. Damn you really needed to grow a backbone
âSam? Whatâs going on?â
âNothingggggg whutâre yâdoin?â
âI was trying to go to sleep then you called me. Where are you?â
âWhyâd yâwanna know? Youâre not my momma!â
âAre you drunk? Sam, youâre underage!â
âNo fun⌠Iâm wif my friends! We at a partayyy!â
âWhose house are you at?â Grabbing your keys, you race to the door. Your dad was asleep and you only had your learners permit but you couldnât just hang up on your Sam like that.
âUh⌠Tristan? Heâs in our uh⌠what class is he in?â
âMath. Tristan from math, got itâ You knew where he lived. You tutored the guy as requested by his parents but he paid you more money to stop coming to his house than his parents did for your tutoring business. How could you say no to free money?
Thankfully he wasnât far. Thank god for that, you werenât one to drive at night
You go faster than you hope but luckily you donât get pulled over. You really didnât want to go to overnight jail and face your dad the next morning but surely he would understand the circumstances you were in. He knew you, he knew Sam, he knew the devotion.
At least thatâs what you told yourself on the way to Tristanâs house
You could hear the house blasting bad music from about four blocks away. It was a wonder how the police hadnât shown up yet. Unless he paid off them too. You wouldnât put it past the guy
Were you invited? No. But in all the movies youâve watched - said movies being Mean Girls - random people just showed up and nobody cared enough to kick them out. So you walked up to the door like you were invited and instantly started looking for Sam
The music was so loud you could feel it in your lungs and couldnât hear your thoughts. You couldnât imagine this was the scene Sam was willing to put herself in but then again you hadnât talked to her in years. Maybe under all those layers she was a party animal at heart
You internally laugh at the thought. Like hell Samâs actually a party animal
After a bit you find Sam snorting some drug that probably shared the name with a sexually transmitted disease. Grabbing the sleeve of her shirt, you drag her out of the house while her friends groan and call you a party pooper.
âHey! Wh- whatâs wrong wif you!?â
âWeâre going home, Sam. Iâm taking you homeâ
âNo! T-Tara canât see me. Wanna go somewhere elseâŚâ Sam struggles against your grip. Sheâs always been stronger than you but in her intoxicated state you could probably carry her like a sack of potatoes if you tried hard enough
âFine, Iâll take you to my house. You can spend the nightâ
âNoooo, wanna partyâŚâ
âWeâre going home, Sam.â
In all of your years of friendship with Sam, sheâs never seen you so stern before. The Carpenter keeps her mouth shut for the rest of the car ride.
After lots of trial and error, you eventually get Sam out of your car and into your bedroom with much difficulty. Thankfully your dad was the heaviest sleeper you knew. You search for a shirt and shorts that fit Sam, ignoring her protests of not wanting to sleep
Against your better judgment, you now have your intoxicated ex-best friend in your bed as her sobriety was nowhere to be found
âWhy did you call me, Sam? Even in your state I know you couldnât do that on accidentâ
âUgh, friends made me. Wanâ me tâcall my first crushâ
âWhat?â Youâre taken aback. Did you hear her correctly?
âTired⌠mâsleepyâ
You sigh, bringing your hand to Samâs face to stroke her cheek. Your heart breaks when the older Carpenter leans into your hand like a touch starved cat. You wished things would go back to normal but Sam was stubborn. She wouldnât let you in no matter how many times you tried.
âGo to sleep, Sam. I hope Iâll see you in the morningâ Youâre only met with small snores
You wanted to hate Sam. You wanted to hate Sam with all your heart for pushing you away and not even looking at her sister anymore
You wanted to hate Samantha Carpenter so badly but you couldnât
//-//
Itâs nine thirty in the morning when you hear a knock at your door. It was a Saturday. Who the hell was up this early? Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and attempting to smooth out your hair with your hands, you begrudgingly walk downstairs to the door. Your dad was at work already and usually you werenât up at this hour
Looking through the peephole, you donât expect to see Tara Carpenter in tears at your door.
âHey what happened, sweetheart?â You bend down to meet Taraâs eyes. They were red and puffy, evidently showing she was crying a lot. And a lot before she got to you
âS-Sam, she-â Your heart broke when Tara couldnât let out even a few words without hiccuping and sniffling
âYou can tell me later, darling. How about we drink some juice and you can tell me whatâs happening, yeah?â
âNo! S-SamâsâŚâ There seemed to be a never ending amount of tears flowing. âSheâs gone, (Y/n). Sheâs gone and sheâs gone for good.â Tara runs into your arms, staining your shirt with her tears.
âWhat do you mean, baby?â
âM-Mom said Sam left a-and isnât coming backâŚâ Your heart breaks when Taraâs breathing gets quicker and isnât able to catch her breath
You pick up the younger Carpenter, taking her to your couch. Taraâs on your lap and youâre holding her just like her mom probably did when she was born. It was something your dad always did, even when you got older. Sometimes people just needed to be babied no matter how old they were.
So you start rocking Tara. Sheâs holding onto you like youâre the only thing keeping her alive and you move her ear to your heart. Placing her head under your chin, you hum a tune that was familiar to you. A lullaby your mom always sung to you before she died
You kiss Taraâs forehead with tears in your eyes. You saw how Sam changed and you couldnât help her. You knew this day was going to come and you couldnât stop it. But how could you?
When Sam looked at you with such hatred and anger, youâd wonder if she was still the same Sam that pushed Carlos because he broke your new crayons. When you saw her high out of her mind with people that didnât care about her, youâd wonder if she was the same Sam that watched the stars with you on your trampoline. When you looked at Sam all you could see was what you two were. Was your Sam even still in there there?
You felt disgusted with yourself. You couldâve done something and yet you did nothing.
Youâd never see best friend again and Tara would only remember her sister as hateful and unloving. Memories of Sam would go sour until you only had Tara and Tara only had you as a reminder of who Sam used to be.
When the younger Carpenter sees you also crying, she somehow manages to hug you tighter than she already has. What a lovely girl Tara was.
âA-Are you okay, (Y/n)?â The brunette says in a small voice
âCan I be honest with you, Tara?â You earn a nod from the small girl
âNo. Iâm not okay. But you know what? Iâve got you and you got me. Thank you for telling me.â
â(Y/n)?â
âYeah?â
âMom says she isnât coming back. Sam didnât talk to me a lot but I miss her.â
âYouâve got such a big heart, Tara. Did you know that? Please donât ever lose it for me.â
âWill Sam come back?â
Your breath hitches and for a second youâre left without words in your throat and without knowledge about the future.
âYes⌠sheâll come back. Sam just doesnât know it yet.â
Taraâs mom comes storming in a second later with an out of breath angry expression that slowly softens when she sees how her daughter is nestled in your arms
âTara, you canât just run away like that. You made me so scared, you know I canât run as fast as youâ Her mom presses a kiss to her forehead
âI had to tell (Y/n), Mom! Sheâs Samâs best friend and she deserved to knowâ
Her mom brought a hand to Taraâs face to wipe a few stray tears. With her other, she placed on your shoulder with a small nod. Sam was gone. She was gone for good.
//-//
Sam spends her first night away from home in her car in a neighborhood she didnât recognize. The first night Sam leaves, she holds Ghostie in her arms and hopes itâs enough to keep her safe.
//-//
���Youâre hiding somethingâ
âWhat?â You and Tara always hung out ever since Sam left. Her mom hasnât been the same since her husband walked out. You offered to be one of Taraâs caretakers to help her mom with the load of being a single mother without Sam or her husbandâs support
Your dad wasnât home very often but every now and again heâd give you random tips on how to raise a teenager. At least, tips he used when he raised you. At first he was skeptical of you taking on the role of caretaker at such a young age but when you employed Tara to use her puppy eyes, it was a losing battle for him.
So Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, Tara was all yours. Youâve been doing this since you turned eighteen and could confidently drive without being nervous at all. Also mostly because you couldnât be her guardian in the eyes of the law under eighteen
There was a void in Taraâs heart and while you couldnât fully replace her sister, the least you could do was be there. Which is how you knew something was up when she started picking at one of the things she loved so dearly. Your cooking.
âI know youâre hiding something, squirtâ
âYouâre crazy, Iâm not hiding anythingâ Tara scoffs
âHey, Iâm not decades older than you. I know when youâre lyingâ You hated pulling the âI used to be your ageâ card but now youâre realizing how effective it is when youâre only six or seven years older than Tara
Tara throws her head back, groaning in what seems to be frustration and covering her face. You canât hold back your snicker. The younger Carpenter was always one for theatrics
âYou donât have to tell me but I could really help you, you know? With how super knowledgeable I am, as you knowâ
âKnowledgeable my ass, you didnât know your microwave had a popcorn button until I told youâ
âIn my defense, I heard youâre not even supposed to use the popcorn button for popcornâ
âThen why is it called a popcorn button?â
âI dunno. Maybe the same reason why Greenland is called Greenlandâ
âWhat?â
âDeception. The guy who found Greenland named it that cause he wanted more people to come over. I bet he was lonelyâ
âWhy do you know that?â Tara says in between laughs
âNo clue, but weâre getting off topic!â You smile. âThe point is, you shouldnât feel like you have to keep secrets from me.â You reach over to pinch Taraâs cheek and she tries to swat your hand away, ultimately failing. âWell, big secrets. If you cheated on a test or something I donât care that muchâ
âThanks, (Y/n)â
âNo problemo, squirtâ
So now you were back to silently eating dinner except for your TV playing some sitcom Tara liked. You could handle the quietness. Even if Tara didnât want to tell you, at least she knew you were there to listen. Thatâs all that mattered
â(Y/n), I think I like a girl.â
//-//
âWhat was Sam like?â Tara says out of the blue. âI was thirteen when she left but she didnât really talk to me. What was she like⌠before that?â
It was another weekend night that consisted of spending time with Tara. The question catches you off guard
âI donât think youâd believe me, squirtâ
âWell I wanna know anyways. Even if i believe it or notâ
âDid you know Sam named you?â
âShe did?â
âYeah, Sam named you Tara. You were unnamed for a while before she came up with anything.â
âMom said she was mean. Is that true?â
âI mean yeah, but not entirely. When youâre friends with Sam, sheâd be the nicest person youâve ever met. Hell, sheâd probably kill for anyone she loved. But when someone messed with a person she loved, nothing could stop her from making her loved one feel betterâ
âI wish I couldâve experienced it.â
âTrust me, you did. You just donât remember it. One time when you were little, a kid that was around Samâs age at time pushed you into the mud at the playground and Sam was furiousâ You laugh
âYou cried and Sam could hear you from where we were playing soccer. She found him and kicked his ass so hard he crawled back to his mommy so we took you and booked it out of thereâ
âShe did that?â Tara covers her mouth laughing, failing to cover it up
âI remember it like it was yesterday, squirt. Sam gave you a piggy back ride and you were giggling the entire time we ran home.â
//-//
âFuck, Tara! Shit, I came as fast as I could. Are you okay? Oh my god, of course youâre not okay.â You barged into Taraâs hospital room without any concern of who else was in there. You took her face in your hands and scanned for anything wrong until you brought her into a bone crushing hug. âSorry, stupid question. Holy shit Iâm so happy youâre alive, squirt. I am never letting you out of my sight again. Okay maybe in the future I will, but the future is not now! Right now Iâm never leaving you again.â
âYouâre such a fighter, you know that? Holy shit you mustâve been so scared. Tara youâre the strongest person I know, did you know that?â There are tears in your eyes threatening to spill. You donât even notice there are other people in the room.
âDeep breaths, (Y/n). Iâm okay. Look, Iâm right hereâ Tara takes one of your hands and puts it against her heart. Your eyes canât hold in your tears any longer. When you cried, you rambled. Tara was ready for the storm.
âFuck youâre such a sweet girl, Tara. Even when youâre lying in a hospital bed you care about me. I donât know what monster would do this to you! He obviously doesnât know what a blessing to this world you are. Please promise youâll never let anyone stop you from being the beautiful sweet girl you are.â
There it was.
You felt a hand rub your back and your arm. You assumed it was Tara. Until you heard a hum that wasnât Taraâs. Until you realized this person had rough hands. And oddly smelt likeâŚ
âSam?â Your head whips around
âHey, (Y/n). I⌠I missed you.â
âSam?â You let go for a second and bring your hand to her face. Not in a cute or romantic holding-her-cheek-way, no, you pinch at her cheeks and nose with a questioning look. You poke at Samâs forehead and nose, still probably in disbelief. Yeah, you were still her (Y/n).
âPlease donât tell me both of you are dead and Iâm actually in a psych ward and this is all a dreamâ You whisper and you can hear Tara laugh behind you
âNo, this is all very real.â Sam smiles, taking your hand off her face and gently putting it back by your side. Your eyes go wide and you whip around to look back at the younger Carpenter
âTara, can I take my attention off you for a second? Will you be okay?â You whisper, knowing damn well Sam could hear you
âYeah Iâll be okay, (Y/n). Go hug Sam.â
You press a kiss against Taraâs hairline and immediately after, launch into Samâs arms. Tara could feel it again, you were going to start crying and rambling.
âSam, I canât believe youâre here! Well of course youâre here. I always knew youâd come back! I knew you wanted to come back. I donât know why you left, but I hope you achieved your goal and came back because you missed us. Also Iâm really mad at you but for the sake of time we can discuss that at a later time.â
There it was.
âYou two are close, huh?â You donât notice thereâs a man with curly hair in the room and you raise an eyebrow at Sam
âYeah, very closeâ You say
âSorry, I should introduce you two. (Y/n), this is my boyfriend Richie. Richie, this is (Y/n). MyâŚâ Fuck. Sam couldnât just say you were her best friend after all these years. After she made your life shit, was she even allowed to call you her friend? What if-
âBest friend. Happy to meet you, Richieâ
âLikewiseâ He smiles. Thereâs a pang of a certain emotion in your chest you canât quite place
âWell, Iâll be going now. Feel better soon, Taraâ Richie waves at the younger Carpenter and gives Sam a kiss before he leaves Taraâs hospital room
âDo you know if my friends are visiting soon?â Tara asks you. Sam doesnât know how to feel when she sees Tara treating you more like a sister than her. She knew it was wrong. Sam had no right to be treated like a sister after she just up and left all those years ago
âAmber told me she was getting some of your things from her house. The twins are coming over right now, okay? I think youâll feel better when you see themâ
Sam felt like an alien watching you and Tara talk. Watching you two was like watching everything sheâs missed. Sam missed almost all of Taraâs high school experience. Arguably one of the most important times to have an older sister. She shouldnât have been jealous. She wasnât allowed to be jealous after all she did to you and Tara
âHowâre you feeling right now? Anything I need to tell the doctors?â
âNo, Iâm feeling okayâ
âHey, can I talk to you outside, (Y/n)?â Sam says almost above a whisper
âYeah, of course.â You turn to face Tara as you walk out her room. âSee you in a second, squirt. Donât run awayâ The brunette rolls her eyes at your words
âGuess I owe you all my stuffed animals, huh?â
âYou still remember that?â You raise an eyebrow at the girl
âI do. I owe you an explanation, donât I?â
âAn explanation would be appreciatedâ You werenât mad at Sam per se, just very very very disappointed. Mostly at yourself for letting her leave
âYou remember when I yelled at you that day in middle school? I said I didnât want to talk to you or be your friend anymore? Itâs not an excuse, but I have an explanation.â
You nod along to Samâs story, listening close
âThe night before I yelled at you, I found out my dad wasnât really my dad. I was going through my momâs diaries I found in the attic and it was the worst thing Iâve ever done. I.. I found out I was-â Sam doesnât realize sheâs crying until she chokes on her words and your expression falters. Sam remembers you were always good at comforting people
Sheâd always get bruises and scrapes when she was younger but you were always there to make her feel better. Fuck, she canât remember why she would ever leave you. You were the perfect best friend. Always an inviting smile and open arms that were ready for hugs. The only one that stuck with Sam through whatever happened.
Sam was at her lowest of lows when you picked her up that night during the party. She remembers wondering why sheâd put you so much pain and worry. She smoothed out the wrinkles on your forehead while you were asleep and felt guilty she was probably the cause of them. That night when you picked up Sam from that party and you had your arms wrapped around her, Sam asked herself why she would ever push you away. She loved everything about you. She loved you.
In her drunken state she remembers wanting to fade away into your memory. At least then youâd remember the Sam that played tag with you and not the one that snorted or drank away her pain. It was the same night she decided to leave everything behind. She decided to leave you behind
But Sam was selfish. She wanted you to tell her not to go. To come back into your arms and for you to tell her everything would be okay. That it didnât matter she was the bastard child of a serial killer. It wasnât her fault her dad left. Reassuring her you and Tara would love Sam the same. In a perfect world Sam wouldâve still been Taraâs sister and you wouldâve been her-
âHey, look at me. You donât have to tell me. If this is hurting you so much then I understand why you wanted to run away. What matters is that you came back. Youâre strong for thatâ You pull Sam into your arms, letting her cry into the side of your neck.
Sam didnât have the heart or the voice to tell you it wasnât the story making her cry. She feared her voice would fail her and drive you away again. Sam would tell you why she left later
But right now, Sam was happy to be able to bask in your arms once again.
//-//
âHey, (Y/n)?â
âMhm?â You and Sam were back at your house getting some things Tara wanted
She requested the teddy bear Amber got her for her birthday, a blanket from her bed, and something better than hospital food. You decided to whip up something quick and simple you knew Tara liked. Frozen orange chicken from the store and fried rice
âI think I can tell you about why I left now.â
âAre you sure? Iâm not gonna force you to tell me if it hurts so much to say, Samâ
âNo, you of all people deserve to know. Sometimes I canât believe Iâm the same person that said all those horrible things to you and just never talked to you again without explanation.â
âHey, donât worry about all that. Itâs in the past now and I know youâve changed. I forgive you-â
âNo, (Y/n). You canât forgive me. You canât make excuses for me and talk to me like weâre best friends again when I ignored you because I was mad at myself and- and-â Sam chokes on her words and canât hide it when you glance at her.
âOh, SamâŚâ
âNo, you canât forgive me yet. I betrayed your trust. You canât forgive me.â
âSam, I accepted your apology when I saw you in Taraâs hospital room. Whatever you were going to say, I already knew Iâd forgive you all the same.â
âStop saying that, (Y/n). You donât always have to be nice, you can be mad too.â
âBut itâs true, Sam. If Iâm mad at someone, Iâm mad at myself for not fighting for you harderâ
âHow can you still look at me even when I left you. Years of friendship, all down the drain because I couldnât handle being the bastard child of a serial killer that broke her family apart.â You turn off the heat to your stove, walking over to where Sam was curled into herself and sitting near the bottom of the staircase
Taking a seat next to her, you drape your arm around her shoulders and attempt to get her to rest her head on your shoulder. Sam doesnât let you and fights back.
âSamantha Carpenter, you have been gone for five years. One-thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days, not including leap day. You arenât allowed to push me away again. If you really want to say sorry, you can start by letting me in.â You take on a faux-mad tone and it seems to work
Slowly, the older Carpenter leans into your shoulder with a sigh. She makes herself comfortable and looks at you through her eyelids. It was weird. Five years out of Woodsboro and four years away from you, yet you still opened up your arms like nothings changed. It was odd. You were odd.
âWhatâre you thinking about?â Youâve always had a knack for reading Samâs mind. Whenever she got quiet and her heart looked like it slowed, she was probably thinking
âYou.â
âWhat about me?â
âHow I donât get youâ
âWhat donât you get about me?â
âI havenât talked to you in nine years, I show up unannounced, and youâre still acting like weâre best friends even after all this time. I canât tell if youâre the nicest or weirdest person ever.â
âCanât I be both?â You smile, trying to lighten the mood. You realize it doesnât work when Sam shies away from your gaze
âWell, I can be honest. I think itâs because Iâm selfish.â That makes Sam look at you again so you decide to keep going
âOf course Iâm⌠disappointed you broke up our friendship and you left without telling me and left your sister and I to believe you were never coming back,â The older Carpenter winces at your words but you donât let her stop looking at you. Even as you avoid eye contact and place your gaze somewhere else.
âBut thereâs a part of me that wants everything to go back to normal. I know weâre going to have to talk about it. About us and about why, but right now I think what we need to do is be there for Tara. Sheâs in the hospital after being attacked by a serial killer and the last thing she needs is her older sister and her best friend fighting. We can do all the yelling and crying and screaming later.â
Taking a breath in, you look back at Sam whoâs already looking at you. Iâm makes your heart flutter in a way you donât understand.
âAnd maybe thatâs my excuse. Maybe I never want to cry or yell or scream at you. Maybe Iâm putting off the inevitable because I donât want you to leave again. Maybe Tara is my excuse for not being mad at you. Maybe Iâm holding out hope for someone that doesnât exist anymore. Weâre different people than when we were in middle school. I donât want to cling to a person that doesnât exist anymore yet here I am, clinging to someone that doesnât exist like sheâs my lifeline. But in all honesty, I donât think I could stay mad at you for too long. Even if I tried.â
âOh.â
âYeah.â Thereâs a silence that passes between you two. You canât tell if itâs awkward or comfortable silence. You hope itâs the latter
âDo you get me a little more?â
âWell, not entirely. But I think itâs a step.â
âYeah. Steps are good, arenât they? Keep you healthy.â Sam smiles at your stupid joke.
You donât miss how Sam still reminds you of looking like one of your old stuffed animals.
âWhat was Tara like?â
âWhat do you mean?â The question catches you off guard. The Carpenter sisters seemed to have that in common
âI missed a lot of her life. What was she like?â
âI donât think sheâs changed a lot. Tara is a sweet girl, sheâs got a good head on her shoulders and a good heart in her body.â
âBut thatâs probably not what youâre asking. Tara was⌠distraught when you left.â You pick your words carefully. âShe ran away from her mom just to tell me you left. She said I deserved to know since I was your best friend. It took a while for her to want to let go of me me. Itâs when I knew I just couldnât let her stay like that foreverâ
You shakily sigh before continuing. Youâd have to acknowledge the elephant in the room eventually and you decided it was going to be now. âI know Iâm not her real sister. I hope youâll forgive me for taking a role that was supposed to-â
âAre you kidding?â Sam quickly cuts you off when she registers what youâre saying. âIf anything, Iâm happy it was you.â The Carpenter lifts her head up from your shoulder to look at you. To really look at you. âI know she has a good person to look up to. Iâm happy you two are close.â
Youâre about to respond when your ringtone goes off. The same ringtone you had in high school. Some Evanescence song you remember religiously listening to in school blasts from your phone. Usually it was Tara who found it embarrassing when you had to answer it in public but this time it was you with the reddened cheeks. Scrambling to find your phone in your pocket, you pull it out to see itâs Tara calling you
âHey squirt. Whatâs up?â
âAre you guys going to hurry up anytime soon? Iâm starvingâ
âYeah weâre leaving just now donât worry about itâ
âOkay but my stomach is currently eating itselfâ
âYouâll live. Iâll see you soon, yeah? Donât go running anywhereâ
âAt least I donât run jokes into the ground until theyâre dead⌠pun not intendedâ
âHah! Proof youâre taking after me whether you like it or notâ
âWhatever, Iâll see you soon. Run red lights if you have toâ
âYou got it, boss. See you soonâ You pocket your phone, getting up from where youâre sitting. Offering Sam your hand, she takes it and you help her up too
âCâmon, our little girlâs hungry. Thatâs something you should know, sheâs got an appetite the size of an elephant and a metabolism as fast as a cheetahâ You smile, putting Taraâs food in a lunchbox you had in a random cabinet somewhere
Sam doesnât trust her voice to do anything but break so she laughs at your comment and you both leave your house
Sam thinks our little girl has a good ring to it.
//-//
âOh my god. Tara? Sam?â You narrowly avoided the police yelling at you to get away and the caution tape that prevented you from coming any closer. What used to be a house that held fond memories had been replaced with one that only caused you worry. You couldnât lose both Tara and Sam. You couldnât lose your favorite girls.
Sam texted you to come over to Amberâs house. That it was a Ghostface emergency and the speed in which you jumped in your car rivaled The Flash himself
â(Y/n)!â Samâs voice. You run to the sound, dodging and weaving through the paramedics and police officers telling you to leave
Sam finds you with bags under your eyes and your hair a mess. It looked like you were in your sleepwear. Even though you were just in a band tee and plaid pajama pants, Sam feels the need to wipe the blood off her face and clothes to look a little presentable. You always had that effect for some reason
âSam.â You breathe a sigh of relief, running into her arms. Your choked sobs reach her ears and itâs the saddest sound sheâs ever heard. Sam squeezes you tighter. Maybe if she did sheâd never want to leave again
âYouâre back and you almost left me again. Donât you know how mad I would be if you died?â Pulling back, you put both of your hands on Samâs cheeks like you did so many years ago. âYou- you-â
âHey, shh⌠Iâm here. Iâm here, sweetie. See? Iâm here and Iâm never leaving again.â Sam leans her forehead against yours, putting your hands around her waist so she could wipe the tears away from your face.
âIâm here, yeah? We won. Theyâre gone now, (Y/n).â
âHowâre you sure?â
âTheyâre dead. Both of the Ghostfaces are dead.â
Sam leans in, awfully close for someone whoâs just your best friend. Your mind instantly goes to her boyfriend. You know whatâs about to happen so you back away, a little weary. The Carpenter furrows her eyebrows looking a little sad, oddly resembling a kicked puppy.
âWhat about Ric-?â
âDonât say his name, itâll ruin your perfect mouthâ Sam cups your cheek, running her face over your bottom lip
You have to fight your body to not get hot at her words and actions. âYeah but- heâs kind of your boyfriend. Where is he?â
âEx-boyfriend actually. Heâs dead, I killed him.â
âOh. Am I right for assuming thatâs a god thing?â
âVery good. He was one of the Ghostfacesâ
âOne of? Whoâs the other?â
âI think Tara should be the one to tell youâ
âWell, I didnât like Richie to begin with. He gave me an odd feelingâ
âOh yeah? Whyâs that?â Sam leans in closer to you, a ghost of a kiss hanging in the air waiting to be taken. Sam smiles against your breath and for a fraction of a second you think your heart has stopped beating.
âHe got to kiss you before I did.â Something snaps in Sam when you kiss her. A craving sheâs always had, a certain desire finally being filled, or maybe even her dreams coming true.
You hold Sam like sheâs about to leave again, pulling her impossibly close. Youâre never letting her go again. Itâs Sam who pulls away first. Sheâs out of breath but you lean in to steal more kisses before she smiles against your lips and itâs an image you never want to forget.
âPlease, you two have to stop doing this.â You whisper, your eyes going wide. âWhereâs Tara?â You pull away from Sam, whipping your head around like itâs going to help you find her quicker
âCâmon, sheâs over here. Be careful, donât squeeze her too hardâ
âIâm going to squeeze that girl until she knows how much I love her.â
âYou might break one of her ribs, darlingâ
âSquirt, youâre alive!â You run to Tara as her head whips in your direction. You can feel tears pool in your eyes once again and youâre okay with letting them go.
â(Y/n), I was so scared. A-Amber she- she tried to kill me.â
âWhat? Amber? Amber as in, your girlfriend?â You say shocked, taking Taraâs face in your hands to look at her
âA-Amber and Richie, they-â
âHow about we tell (Y/n) what happened later? We need to make sure everyone is okay, including ourselves. (Y/n) can wait, right?â
âOh I can wait alright. Iâm the best at waiting. You can tell me about it when youâre feeling betterâ
One of the paramedics call over the Carpenter sisters and by proximity, you tag along. A man is ushering them in an ambulance and youâre also about to hop in before he stops you
âMaâam, Iâm sorry but we canât let you into the ambulance. We donât have enough space.â
âThat is my little girl and that is my girlfriend. I will either be running every single red light, hang on the top of this ambulance, or so forgive me god for what Iâm going to do.â
âO-Of course, Maâam. You can ride in the ambulance.â
âThank you, sir. You made a good decision todayâ You pat his shoulder, taking your seat near Sam. You sling an arm around Samâs shoulders and reach out to hold Taraâs hand.
âGirlfriend, huh?â Tara weakly smiles, looking between you and her sister.
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one piece men hcs: period sex
featuring the blorbos of my choice- law, bartolomeo, bellamy, corazon, and doflamingo
warnings: blood (obviously), narsty boys (looking directly at barto), smut, period eating
nsfw under the cut, minors dni đŤľđď¸đď¸đ˘
Law:
⢠im sorry babe, he may be a doctor and he may not be squeamish about touching peoples organs and blood, but he will not go down on you on your period đ (coward).
⢠hes kinda weird about period sex, he'll do it if you ask him super sweetly and look at him with those big pathetic puppy eyes, and he'll sigh dramatically and agree to it, but he really doesnt like doing it on the bed, he prefers the bathroom where its easiest to clean.
⢠usually he's kind enough to finger fuck you when you ask for it, but hes quick to pull his hand out of your pants and run to the sink to wash his hands off before shooing you to bed with a peck on the forehead. hes a busy man, hes got work to do.
⢠when he does have time, though, he'll make sure to take proper care of you afterwards.
⢠he'll offer to bring you water, a snack, pain meds, a towel, a hot pack, hell he'll even carry you to the shower if your legs are too shaky to stand on and clean you off with a gentleness so rarely seen from a man like him.
Bartolomeo:
⢠NASTY BOY ALERT đ¨đ¨đ¨
⢠you dont even need to ask, he'll be able to smell a hint of blood from across the room and hunt you down like a shark.
⢠begs you to let him eat you out while on his knees, massaging and pawing at your thighs.
⢠"c'mon sweetheart, i just wanna help ya~"
⢠VERY enthusiastic eater, if he could stick his tongue up any further into you he would.
⢠likes when you sit on his face so he can feel the blood and cum dribble down the sides of his face.
⢠as he's fingering you, he'll suddenly pull his bloody hand up to his lips and suck the liquid off each digit before shoving them back inside you to do it again with a big cocky grin.
⢠hes fucking ravenous.
⢠fucks you like an animal and likes watching you coat his cock in red multiple times.
⢠truthfully, there might not be much blood left to leak out of you by the time hes done with you.
⢠dont worry, he'll make sure theres plenty of cum to leak out instead.
⢠hes super super sweet afterwards.
⢠"im so sorry, i didnt think i'd get so carried away there," he'll scratch the back of his head sheepishly.
⢠acts like a mother hen while he cleans you up so youre all nice and pretty again- hes usually pretty good about cleaning up after himself when it involves you.
⢠gets sad and confused when you vehemently refuse to give him a big wet kiss afterwards.
Bellamy:
⢠another nasty boy, but its more of a theatrical thing.
⢠hes fine with licking other peoples blood off his face, this isnt much different to him.
⢠he does play it up for you a bit (and the invisible audience in his head, he has to look cool for them always).
⢠makes a big show of lapping it up while locking eyes with you.
⢠the wide, wolfish grin on his face while his tongue swipes over the stray blood dripping off his lower lip makes you whine.
⢠he'll finger you whenever you ask even when you arent menstruating, it makes no difference to him, he just likes seeing you come undone on his hand.
⢠will let you dry hump his towel-covered thigh if hes too busy with something like a log or a paint manual (hes a study-at-the-last-possible-minute kinda guy).
⢠he'll fuck you however you need him to.
⢠want him to put you in a mating press and make you squirt all over his stomach?
⢠no problem.
⢠need something slow and tender like sitting in his lap while he gently rocks into you?
⢠he can do that too.
⢠hes a man that aims to please, and will almost never turn down the opportunity to stuff you full of himself.
⢠surprisingly decent at aftercare.
⢠he'll make sure youre mostly clean and get some water for you both before he stuffs you under his arm like a teddy bear to cuddle.
Corazon:
⢠hes surprised when you first ask to have sex with him on your period.
⢠he didnt think he would be very into it at first but the seemingly deeper intimacy of it...
⢠and the way youre so much more weak and pliant for him when youre like this... it does something to him.
⢠something clicks in him that hes gotta take care of you.
⢠only you.
⢠he's reluctant to eat you out, but he'll do it while looking up at you to make sure youre enjoying it.
⢠hes careful with foreplay and even more careful with the main event.
⢠the tenderness of the moment will probably make him cry, he feels so connected to you like this.
⢠doesnt even let himself savor his own release (if he even cums at all, your pleasure is so much more important in this moment) before he trips over himself to get you snacks and water and pain meds and anything he could possibly think to make you more comfortable.
⢠make sure to cuddle him tight and give him a big thank you kiss for all his hard work.
⢠he might cry again, hes just so full of love right now.
Doflamingo:
⢠on one hand, he thinks its kinda dirty and filthy.
⢠but on the other hand... hes kinda into the dirty and filthy aspect.
⢠he doesnt eat you out, but if you really beg him, he'll make his string clone do it while he holds you.
⢠even if its not the real doffy, his tongue alone makes you melt into a puddle on the mattress.
⢠as soon as you've cum enough for his liking, he'll shove the clone out of the way and get to work on stretching you open for himself.
⢠hes not very comforting, but he'll make sure youre more than satisfied so long as he gets satisfaction too.
⢠is decent enough to let you adjust to him but his patience does have a limit, so hurry up and relax for him already, hes got other things he needs to get done today.
⢠hes not as gentle as you want him to be, but he'll get you to the finish line even if you cant keep his pace.
⢠having you so sensitive and compliant for him like this makes him all the more cocky (unfortunately).
⢠heavy on the teasing dirty talk.
⢠"so weak and helpless for me, pet... what would you even do without me here to take care of you?"
⢠always makes you cum hard on his cock; if you squirt, all the better for his ego.
⢠he has to admit, something stirs in his gut when he sees your blood dripping out alongside his cum.
⢠not very hands-on with the aftercare portion; it truthfully wigs him out being that vulnerable, even if its you.
⢠he'll send a maid in to help you clean up with anything that you might need or ask for.
⢠what really surprises you is the pretty bouquet that comes in along with the other aftercare items.
⢠...
⢠it doesnt happen very often, but he'll stay to cuddle with you for a little bit before the maid comes if you manage to grab him before he leaves- you dont even have to say anything for him to know what you want.
⢠he supposes he can indulge you sometimes.
#one piece x reader#one piece x you#one piece x y/n#law x reader#trafalgar law x reader#bartolomeo x reader#bellamy x reader#bellamy the hyena x reader#corazon x reader#rosinante corazon x reader#donquixote doflamingo x reader#doflamingo x reader
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⧠STORMBRINGER CHUUYA AS YOUR GUY BSF IS .... (pt 2 -> pt 1!)
⧠w/c: 770 ⧠content: drabbles & headcanons of cute things with best friend!stormbringer! chuuya
â watching as you do your makeup, his upper lip hinged into an annoyed frown. "did you know, if you hurried up we could get your damn ice cream much quicker?" the teenager rolls his eyes as he stands beside you, extending his wrist to examine the time on his analog wristwatchâexpense swimming in his choice of attire. you ignore him as you draw a fine streak of eyeliner into a mirror, chuuya purses his lips in boredom. "its just ice cream." he repeats, before ruffling his russet hair, not paying attention to how your gripping the instrument much tighter. "its just ice creâ" before the boy could finish his sentence, he was soon cut off to eyeliner being thrown straight at his face.
â enabling his nosy side, any activity he was doing being completely dismissed as soon as new gossip inhabits the area.
"[y/n], i think i saw your ex-boyfriend today." he whispers, fiddling with his gloves in thought. you, studying in a library, immediately stopped your pencil and paid your undivided attention to the redhead. "what do you mean you saw my ex?" you question, sassily glaring at him as he elegantly sips on some coffee. "y'know, the one that wasn't ready for a relationship." chuuya says, "that was something else, we never dated." you scoff in disbelief, returning to your schoolwork. the redhead cocks a brow in annoyance, "yea yea, whatever. point is, i saw that jackass with another girl, to hell he wasn't ready for a relationship." another girl? you immediately drop your pencil again and drop your jaw, "what?" the boy nods sassily, pulling out his phone to show you a picture of indeed a romantic date of your ex-talking stage and another girl in a makeup store. "holy shit, i think i know her." you clasp a hand over your mouth, cheek smushed against his shoulder to get a closer look. "but why were you in a makeup store alone?"
...
an overcoming silence took over the two of you, "shut up." he quips before turning off his phone and motioning you to continue studying.
â watching movies with completely different reactions. sometimes, you'd go to the movie theatre together, watch in the middle of the night on a video call, or in the comfort of one of your homes. he'd curl his upper lip into a leer at some shoujo anime as you would giggle and kick your feet. "oh my god, he's practically harrassing her, he should be arrested." chuuya complains, looking extremely distressed at the current predicament of the show, looking over to you for approval of this treatment. you could only fawn and giggle, "usui takumi!"
â chuuya enjoys action movies, but sometimes complains when they're not accurate or over-exaggerated. he fanboys whenever gravity is mentioned and genuinely closes his eyes in a deep sadness whenever a dog's story is told. you have never seen him more upset than when you watched "a dog's way home" together.
â being so envious of chuuya's damn eyelashes. they're long and luscious with a natural lift that almost looks like they were curled. his lashes often contrasted with his stormy eye colour and freckle-stained cheeks. you'd find home in the storm by holding eyelash curler, pinching at his lashes as the boy huffs and groans. "it hurtsâ dammnit!" the redhead pouts, pushing your fingers away, messing up the calcuations of your hand as his eyelid gets pinched. "chuuya!" you (both) scream.
â there's something else about doing his makeup against his will, though. the subtle look in his eyes, the kind of look that brews up something in the pit of your stomach. he peers through his lashes and the handle of your brush, the two of you making silent eye contact in your room before quickly turning away.
â chuuya getting pissed off whenever you snap a unflattering photo of him. so in return, he shoves his phone in your face at the randomest time to catch a photo even the port mafia wouldn't be able to get out of you. instead, he stares at the picture each time, and even if you're struggling to get the boy to delete it, he just screams: "why can't i take a bad photo?!"
â sometimes wondering where you lay on friendship. why do you feel so drawn to chuuya, and why does he feel so close to you? his mind tells him you're his dearest friend, but his heart aches for something more. since the redhead believes a heart is what he lacks, he'll never accept the risk of loving someone, loving you.
⧠chocsraâ˘
#chocsra#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd chuuya#bsd x reader#chuuya nakahara#chuuya x reader#chuuya x you#chuuya x y/n#15 chuuya#sb chuuya#stormbringer chuuya x reader#bungo stray dogs x reader#chuuya headcanons#15 chuuya headcanons#chuuya hcs#stormbringer chuuya hcs#chuuya nakahara hcs
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OMG SKULLLYYYYY
HES SO CUTE- HES SO ANIMATED AND HIS VOICE IS PITCHED JUST RIGHT THATS ITS LIKE "OH YOURE A PUPPY" AND IT FITS HIM SO WELL AND HES SO FLUFFY AND HE FUCKING KISSED EVERYONE AND CALLED YUU LOVELY AND IS JUST JOKINGLY FLIRTING WITH EVERYONE AND I JUST-
ALL THE OTHER CHACTERS ARE ALL RESERVED AND WEIRD WHEN IT COMES TO HIGS AND KISSES BUT YOU KNOW WHO AINT?! THIS GUY!!! THIS GAY IS FINE IF YUUS ALL KISSY FLIRTY WITH HIM CAUSE HES THE SAME WAY AND ITS JUST đŤđŤđŤđŤ WE HAVE AN OUTLET!!! I CAN BE AS AFFECTIONATE AS I DAMN WELL PLEASE WITH THIS MF AND IT'LL BE FINE CAUSE HE MATCHES ENERGY SO WELL
HES MY NEW FAVORITE WHITE BOY!!! HES SUCH A GENTLEMAN BUT IN SUCH A CHAOTIC WAY AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OMGGGGGG
He's so energetic and full of life in the same way as the Addams Family is, a real win for the goths and the emos who have stayed stanning Jack the Pumpkin King since Hot Topic first opened it's doors <3
He's even holding Yuu in his arms when they wake up... which gave me a truly evil idea he's such a sweetheart by the sounds of the event so far I will be so sad when we forget everything upon leaving the book. The other NRC guys are just jealous he has the confidence and energy to be a fun flirt because they're too used to Rook pretending to be french to appreciate Skully's swagger lol
#<3 asks#twst spoilers#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#skully j graves#hehehee isekaid skully who had a different name and appearance a long time ago#one you would know and remember#but don't anymore but he remembers you#he's so happy to be with you again even if it's for a moment... let true love's kiss do its work and wake you#the mages can stir themselves but you needed his help#he'll miss you when it is time for you to leave the book but when the story is over#and your souls can finally be laid to rest he'll be there so you can make life's last journey together </3
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The Return of Superman- Doyoung
(cw: f!reader, kids)
Doyoung felt awkward. He'd forgotten how he normally acted in his own home, how we acted with his own kids. Did he offer the cameramen food, snacks, or water? Did he tell his toddler to keep away? Why did he agree to this?
He sighed, standing from the bed, his first day alone with the kids. You'd left just a few hours ago, pressing kisses to the kids' foreheads and caressing his cheek. "You are going to be fine, my love. They're easy kids. I love you," you had smiled at him before making your way out of the house.
Doyoung was nervous. Not only was this the first time he'd be alone with his kids, these next few days would be the longest time he'd have spent away from you since the kids were born. He hated it.
He was also nervous that he would be boring to the viewers. He had a 8 month old and a 2 year old. The producers and his managers had reassured him that he would be fine, fans just wanted to see a more domestic side to Doyoung. It had taken some convincing, but he had agreed in the end.
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"Wow, he's a professional!" One of the commentators marveled.
Doyoung could be seen in the kitchen feeding both the kids at once. With one hand he held the bottle of formula to his daughter's mouth while she laid across his lap, propped up with a small pillow. With his free hand he fed his son who was strapped into the high chair. He moved so fluently, he really did look like a professional. He even managed to wipe up the mess from the toddler's face while.
He burped the baby while his son left the kitchen in favor of going to the living room to play with his toys. Doyoung watched with a soft smile, wiping up some drool from the baby girl.
His son was busy chattering away, showing off his cars and animals to the cameraman while holding up his toys for the camera to see. Doyoung laughed softly while placing the baby girl on her stomach on her play mat. Hearing his sister's happy coos, the toddler brought an armload of his toys over to his sister to share.
The commentators all cooed, completely heart warmed, "Oh my goodness! What a good brother, wow!"
The scene cuts to Doyoung's confessional, he laughs as he answers the question from one of the producers, "I know it looks sweet, but it took a while to get here. He doesn't care for sharing, but it's getting better. He doesn't share his favorite toys with her, won't even let her touch his favorites." He runs a tired hand down his face, "his favorite cars are the ones with bright colors that light up and make sounds, of course that would draw the attention of a baby, but he screams when she reaches for it. They toys he shares with her are just toys he doesn't really care for anymore."
"Ahhh, that makes sense. He's a smart 2 year old," another commentator adds with a chuckle.
The scene changes to show Doyoung loading the kids into the car. The toddler patiently waits while Doyoung lays the baby in her carseat and gets strapped in.
"Excited! So excited!" The toddler smiles giddily.
"Are you excited to go see the animals, Bub?" Doyoung asks while he straps the toddler into his seat.
A commentator gasps excitedly, "they're going to the zoo! Oh, they'll love it."
The scene cuts comedically to Doyoung's flushed face as he hoists his son up and carries him away from the lion exhibit. The baby girl watches with curiosity, her first in her mouth from her position strapped to her dad's chest.
The commentators murmur in confusion, "what happened? He was so excited!"
The camera crew follows the small family to bench, filming while Doyoung wipes his son's face and makes him drink water. "You can't climb in with the lions. Baby, they would eat you." The toddler only cries harder, sniffling as he takes a sip from his Spider-Man cup. Doyoung sighs deeply, "what would I do if the lions ate you, baby? What would Mommy say when she came back from her trip? She would be so sad if her baby boy was gone, right?"
The toddler nods sadly, "don't want Mommy to be sad... or sister." He leans forward to press a wet kiss to his sister's cheek.
The scene cuts to Doyoung's confessional. He has his head in his hands, laughing tiredly, "I can't wait for my wife to come back."
#kpop imagines#kpop au#kpop scenarios#kpop reactions#nct#nct imagines#nct fluff#nct timestamps#nct x reader#doyoung x reader#doyoung fluff#doyoung imagines#doyoung blurbs#doyoung drabble
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Will Graham x teen!reader - our support animals
Hi I would like a request for Will Graham and teen Reader getting a dog and somehow gets an old boy who was returned 5 times? - Anonđ
Sitting on the steps in front of your school, you glanced down at your watch in order to check the time, wondering if it was worth just going for a walk or not.
You didnât want to be at school, so you had messaged Will asking if he could come pick you up since you didnât know who else to call at this point.
Finally you saw his car pulling up outside, and you got up, making your way to the passenger side in order to get in.
âThanks for getting meâŚâ you mumbled.
âAre you okay?â Will asked.
You gave a small shrug, resting your head on the window as you watched everything just rolling by.
âNot ready to go back?â
âNo⌠I donât know I just⌠all those people.. all looking at me.. I donât know..â
Will glanced at you, turning his attention back to the road.
âThey know what happened.â He said.
âI mean who doesnât at this point? My parents were murdered a nearly a year ago, they werenât all that great at parents anyways and now im in the care of an FBI agent who isnât really FBI agent. I missed the rest of the school year last year and news travels fast I guess.â
âYou donât have to be in my care if you donât want to be. Childrenâs services already said they can easily find you a home if you want it.â
You whipped your head around to look at him.
âNo!â
You frowned a little.
âI just⌠I donât.. theyâll all be happy familiesâŚâ
âYou canât be around that right now, I understand that.â
You nodded your head, looking back to the road, trying to figure out where you guys were going.
âIâm sorry I made you leave work.â
âItâs fine, I wasnât doing anything interesting anyway, and I donât think I could have sat there listening to Jack for much longer.â
This made you smile a little bit, and you look at him.
âWhere are we going?â
âYouâll find out a minute.â
You turned back to watching the roads go by, and finally Will pulled the car into a parking lot, and you climbed out of the car.
âA rescue?â
âI know you love the dogs, you get sad when they all follow me not you. So, weâre going to get you your own dog, Hannibal believes having a pet may help in your recovery.â
You furrowed your brow and Will opened the door to the rescue, gesturing for you to enter, and you did looking around.
While he went to talk to the people in the reception, you looked around, wondering about to look at posters and photos of the animals they had up for adoption.
You werenât paying that much attention to anything else that going on, and every so often Will would glance at you to make sure that you were still there.
â(Y/N), please donât wonder away.â
You turned to look at Will and he held his arm out to you.
You walked over and stood next to him, you turned away from the receptionist, and Will kept a hand on your shoulder.
âIs there anything specific youâre looking for in a pet?â The woman asked.
Will looked down at you and you shook your head.
âCan we just look at them all?â
âIf you want to then yes.â He smiled.
He carried on speaking to the woman, and you stretched a little bit, letting out a yawn as you waited.
Finally you were allowed to walk through and have a look at all the dogs.
There was a lot of barking, and in a strange way it put you at ease, living with Will as your caretaker for nearly a year had made you used to the sounds of barking.
âWhat about this one?â Will asked.
You walked over to him.
âIt says her name is Luna, sheâs a husky, sheâs two years old, is very friendly, gets along with other dogs, was surrendered because the family couldnât keep up with the upkeep of a husky.â
You looked at Luna, crouching down to see her better, and she paced back and forth, tail wagging happily.
âSheâs really cute.â
âDo you want to keep looking?â
You nodded, letting Will help you stand up.
You carried on slowly wondering, stopping to look at all the dogs you past, Will would read you the information about them and you would keep wondering.
Will had taken particular interest in one of the dogs and you kept looking around at all of them until you reached the end kennel.
You carefully read over the information on the board and you sat down on the floor.
âHey EnzoâŚâ
The old Labrador lazily wagged his tail as he wondered over, laying down in front of the door, resting his head on his paws.
âWill?â
You turned to look at him and he got up, following after you.
âWhat is it?â He asked.
âI want Enzo.â
Will knelt down next to you, looking at the old dog.
âYeah? Whatâs his story?â
âTheyâre not sure how old he is, but they do know heâs old. Heâs been returned five times, apparently nobody wants to keep cause heâs old. Thatâs not fairâŚâ
âItâs not.â
Will got up, placing a hand on your head to get your attention.
âLetâs go get one of the staff.â
âCan I stay with Enzo?â
Will glanced around, he didnât seem so sure about the idea of leaving you alone there, but he saw there was only one entrance and exit.
âAlright, Iâll be just a minute.â
Will made his way to get a member of staff so you could meet the old Labrador and you sat on the floor, Enzo resting against your chest as you hugged him.
Will and the worker both smiled at the scene of you just cuddling this old dog who had been returned so many times.
âWeâll adopt him.â Will said.
You turned around to Will, smiling from ear to ear at him.
âI love him, heâs so sweet.â
âWell you have to love him because heâs yours and weâre not bringing him back.â
âGood.â You said.
Will filled out all the paperwork while you sat in the back of his car with Enzo, just happily petting the dogs head.
You were excited to bring Enzo back to meet all of Willâs dogs, and Enzo was pretty happy to go around with them all, wondering and exploring his new home.
You sat on the floor, waiting for him to come back so you could go back to petting him.
Will was sitting on the couch, stroking one of the other dogs.
âDo you think he knows any tricks?â You asked.
âIâm not sure, youâll have to try. Go get the dog treats.â
You jumped up, running to the kitchen to get the dog treats and you sat on the couch next to Will, handing them to him.
You didnât know as much about dogs as Will did, so you decided to let him see if Enzo knew any tricks or anything of the sort.
âEnzo come here boy!â You called.
The old slowly wondered over, stretching a little as he approached.
âHere, just hold this in your hand, let him see it.â
You did want Will said.
âNow, just say his name and whatever it is youâre wanting him to do.â
âEnzo sit.â
The old dog sat down, along with a few others.
âNow, give him the treat, scratch his head and tell him heâs a good dog. Positive actions mean heâll bond to you more.â
âGood boy Enzo.â
You handed the Labrador his treat, and ruffled the fur behind his ears, grinning from ear to ear.
âWeâll get him settled in before we take him outside, and weâll rest his recall while weâre here too.â
âRecall?â
You turned to look at Will.
âYes. Itâs how well an animal responds when you call their name, call them back to you, especially off leash dogs itâs very important.â
âOh, if he doesnât have good recall can we teach him it.â
Will smiled a little.
âYeah, we can try to.â
âHeâs gonna be my dog, youâre not allowed Enzo.â
Will chuckled a little bit at you.
âWhat if he likes me more?â
âNope. Heâs my dog.â
You sat back on the couch, patting your legs for Enzo, and he lazily climbed up, laying himself next to you with his head resting on your legs.
âOh (Y/N) come on.â
Will had to stand up to let the dog lay down properly and you grinned from ear to ear at him.
âDo you want dinner yet?â Will asked.
âUh, not yet. Iâm not hungry. Can I help you cook it soon though? I donât know how to cook.â
âIâll teach you.â
You smiled, turning your attention back to Enzo and Will wondered away to do his own thing, happy that you were content there with your new family member.
He was hoping Enzo would help you in ways that he couldnât, and since you refused to take part in any therapy he was hoping Enzo could be that support you needed especially on days when he couldnât figure out how to help you.
Maybe there wasnât fully enough room for another dog, but Will didnât care about that, he could just adjust things a little if he needed too.
He had all his strays, and now you had Enzo, you both had your dogs for support, and you both had each other even if neither of you spoke about how you had fallen into Willâs care.
It didnât matter, what mattered to Will now was keeping you safe and happy.
âDo you think he likes snow?â You called.
âI donât know, weâll find out soon.â He called back.
âCan he stay in my room?â
Will poked his head out for the kitchen.
âHe can stay wherever you want him too (Y/N).â
You nodded your head, laying down on the couch to hug your new best friend
#Hannibal#Hannibal x reader#Hannibal x you#Hannibal imagine#will Graham#will graham x reader#will graham imagine#will Graham x you
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Rintaro is exhausted.
Heâs been sprinting around non-stop these past few hours- yes, hours, heâs a man of weakness- trying to hold the fort while youâre at the doctors-that-hes-not-invited-to.
Kaiya, his little princess who now seems like the spawn of damned Satan, is on the path to weening off nap time, and it shows. Akito, the handsome and kind asshole, only seems to be interested in essay heâs doing in his room to avoid watching Kaiya.
Itâs been four hours. Rintaro wants to leave these kids at a bus stop and ditch them. He doesnât know how you do this every day.
âIâm home!â You call with a gentle close of the front door, and Rintaro cries in relief. Kaiya quickly dashes to you, followed by Rintaro himself scrambling behind her. You smile, and itâs like he can hear the choir of angels with it. âShouldnât you be asleep?â You ask Kaiya, and itâs prompted with a yawn.
Rintaro deflates, âsheâs skipping sleep, remember? No more put downs, thatâs why sheâs being absolutely feral right now.â
You hum in agreement and look over at your little girl, whoâs head is burrowed in the curve of your neck. âThatâs true, but the pediatrician also said to not force her to stay awake so early, yeah?â
Rintaro whines in the back of his throat. You chuckle and head towards Kaiyaâs bedroom, only stopping briefly to kiss your husbandâs cheek. âYou did great, my love. Iâll put her down and Iâll come right back out to take care of you.â He smiles softly and watches as you go. He stays put, like an obedient dog waiting for your command, hell he practically feels his invisible tail wagging at your return.
âGood boy,â you tease, grabbing his hand and bringing him to the couch. You sit down and smile easily, âokay. Tell me all about it.â
âTheyâre animals,â he groans, flopping on the couch next to you. âLiterally. How do you deal with them everyday?â
You snort, âyou get used to initiating the authority. You okay?â
âYeah, Iâm fine, but-â In the background, thereâs a curse word that slips from Kaiyaâs lips, followed by a crash in her bedroom, and Rintaro almost cries.
âGod, weâre done, right?â He pants, flopping next to you on the couch. You laugh and shift over to gently card his hair through your nails.
âDone with what, baby?â
âWeâre done,â he repeats. âNo more kids. No more siblings. Weâve capped at two, thatâs enough, theyâre cute until their not, and weâre fine being aunts and uncles from now on.â
You smile down at Rintaro, continuing to card his soft locks. You donât say anything though, only laughing again when one green eye peeks open.
âThis is the point where you say âyes my beloved husband, weâre done, youâre getting a vasectomy tomorrow and laid every other night.ââ
You continue to smile. He sits up, playfully afraid, before his eyes widen in realization.
âNo.â
You raise your hands in defense, âI didnât say anything.â
âI know that look, itâs the same damn look you gave me when you bought our dogs, donât lie to me, woman.â
You shake your head softly before he tries to make sense of the non-verbal news youâve just shared with him.
âYouâre⌠weâre having another baby?â
âDonât be silly!â You scoff, swatting at his chest. âI wouldnât make a big song and dance if we were having another baby!â
Thereâs a glimmer of sadness in his eye while he pretends to deflate in relief, hand clutching to his chest dramatically. He opens his mouth to speak while you dig through your purse in search for a small, yellow envelope. If he wasnât wallowing in self pity, heâd ask what you were looking for, what you couldâve possibly picked up from the gynecologist to home.
You grab it, dig around for the small set of pictures and toss it onto his lap, letting him look and fully take in the pictures, eyes wide as saucers and hands trembling slightly.
Ultrasound pictures.
He looks up at you. You smile down with a nod.
âWeâre having two.â
#posting before the other dad rintaro piece bc timelines arenât real and the moon is cheese đŤśđť#suna rintaro#suna rintaro fluff#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintaro x reader fluff#suna rintaro x f!reader#suna rintaro haikyuu#suna#suna fluff#suna x reader#suna x f!reader#suna x reader fluff#suna imagine#suna haikyuu#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu imagine#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x f!reader#haikyuu x female reader#haikyuu x yn#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x you#dad!suna#dad!au#dad!haikyuu#dad!hq
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Heyy I noticed that you put TFO among the stuff you might write for. Pls pls, if it's alright w/ u, Megatron x reader angry sex? Like, you might be a human he found after being banished and kept with him, and he trusts you bc u are nice, pose no real threat and ur good to blow off some steam :))))))))) but ofc he cares abt u, so it's more like angry sex + tender aftercare thank uuuuuuu i love my big metallic man with anger issues
My brain decided to do its own thing and for the sake of not writing a full length novel about it, I had to cut it short (and of course I made it sad because the boy is just dripping with angst - so I'm going to give him more.) So here:
He was advised to abandon you. Found in the deepest recesses of a Quintesson ship theyâd shot down, you were still shaking from the crash. Not Cybertronian. Nor Quintessonian. A completely different being, with soft mesh, warm extremities and strands of something falling from your helm. An animal perhaps? Much like the strange quadrupeds traveling the surface? No, your optics move with intention, taking in your surroundings and wrinkling your optical ridge in clear contemplation. You are incredibly tiny, even next to a cogless miner. He wondered, briefly, when he first saw you, if you were another casualty of Sentinelâs tyranny, a forgotten being he sold off to the Quintessons without a second thought. He does not understand your language, nor can you speak his, but you observe the context and carefully come to associate certain words with objects, actions and designations. You cannot reproduce the subtle tones of Cybertronian with an organic vocalizer, much like the Quintessons â but you do not reject it. You learn to live despite your muteness. Many times heâs watched you draw figures in the sand with a twig the size of your arm, depicting what he could only assume to be a spaceship flying away from a distant planet as the Quintessons surround it. Sometimes you draw more of your kind, together in an embrace. You would stand over your creation, watching wistfully as the wind erased the fine traces of sand. A memory of your people. He wishes he could tell you about him and Orion, the pain of losing him, the crater in his chassis that will never mend â but guilt keeps him at bay. Soon enough, your provisions will run out. What they found on the Quintesson ship were rations made for your specific type of biology, with no guide to recreate them from, not even Shockwave could reverse-engineer the process. Itâs simply too late. One orbital cycle, your life will come to an end, but he will give you the dignity of dying at his hands, painlessly. He is no stranger to starvation, but unlike him, you must refuel at various intervals during an orbital cycle, else he senses how you grow restless on his shoulder, fiddling with your servos, mesh growing pale and optics sluggish, growls emanating from your inner mechanism. You are not made for suffering Your life will come to an end, and you know this better than any other Decepticon; as though reading his thoughts behind the permanent scowl scratched into his face. Perhaps this is why he indulges in you even if heâs been advised against it. Youâre eager despite your size, pressing yourself against his frame, ignoring your discomfort. Heâs still getting used to his new body, including his strength for better or for worse. Yet you do not fault him when he leaves bruises. You kiss him and rub up against his spike, transfluid trickling down to his valve even before he comes undone. You squirm and laugh and pull him into a hug, helm to helm, a moment so perfect heâs ready to rip the cog from his chassis if it means staying like this forever, servos clenched into fists as he curses at Primus for the happiness he will shatter.
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Breakup Help (Chris)
Request: None (Reupload of the second fic I ever wrote and itâs lowkey shit)
Warnings: Friends to lovers, slight angst, insecure Chris, minimal degradation, eating out, basic sex
Y/nâs pov
About two weeks ago Chrisâ girlfriend of two years cheated on him with his good friend and unfortunately, Chris walked in on them fucking. It had completely broke his heart, heâs been depressed and hasnât left his room in days, he just cries and gets mad at his brothers for trying to make him eat a real meal. Matt had called me asking if I would go over and try to talk to Chris and cheer him up since Iâm his best friend.
I agreed to go over since Matt and Nick were going to be staying at Madis for the night, needing to have a meeting with Laura anyways. I got my stuff together and went to the store to get Chris a Pepsi, goldfish and a monkey stuffed animal before heading to their house. I used my key to open the door, immediately going down to Chrisâ room only to hear him crying really hard.
I knocked on the door softly âHey buddy, can you unlock the door so I can come in please?â I spoke in a soft voice trying to be comforting. âNo go awayâ his voice cracked as he responded, âPlease Chris? I wanna give you a hug and I have something for youâ I pleaded. After a loud sigh, Chris unlocked the door and I let myself in, he looked like hell, his hair was a mess, he hadnât shaved in a few days, and had red eyes with massive bags underneath, I felt bad for him. I set the stuff I brought him on his desk and threw my bag and shoes on the floor before making my way over to the sad boy on his bed. I sat down, pulling him into a tight hug, rubbing his back as he clung onto me and cried.
âWhy would they do this to me? Am I really that disposable that they can just move on and forget about me?â he cried out as he pulled away to look at me âNo youâre not, youâre a great person and anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend or boyfriend, Iâm sorry they did thatâ I said as I moved his hair out of his face. âS-she said I di-didnât make her feel good and-d I have a small dick! B-but she always acted like it felt g-good! And s-said I was a ba-bad kisser. They both called me super ugly tooâ He spoke softly, stuttering over his words as he looked down with tears still streaming down his face.
âAwe Chrisy Iâm sorryâ I laid next to him on the bed as I spoke. âNow I feel really insecureâŚâ he looked up at me with a sad expression, âY/n do you think Iâm ugly?â He questioned, making me give him a small smile. âAbsolutely not, youâre very attractive. You have the most beautiful eyes, a stunning smile, perfect hair, the cutest little freckles, a very charming personality, the prettiest lips, really nice hands, should I continue?â A light blush spread across his face as I complimented him. âYou think I have pretty lips and nice hands?â He questioned with a small smirk âIs that all you got from what I just said?â I asked rolling my eyes.
He replied with âNo I also got that you think Iâm cuuuteâ cracking a small smile. âShut up or Iâm leaving, youâre never getting complimented again Iâll just say youâre uglyâ I rolled my eyes going to get up but he moved to lay on top of me so I couldnât move and tightly hugged me âNO! I havenât stopped crying since I caught them, you canât leave you made me smile!â He said as he hid his face in my neck, âFine Iâll stay if you get your fat ass off of meâ I said pushing him off of me. âDonât be mean to me, Iâm vulnerableâ He pouted âYou owe me a hug nowâ
Chris had fallen asleep on me about 30 minutes after I got here but he needed the sleep so I didnât bother him, a few hours had passed and he had just woken up. âGood morning sleeping beautyâ I laughed at him making him whine and move his face away from my neck now laying on his back âMmm if Iâm sleeping beauty then I canât wake up until I get a true loves kissâ he puckered his lips up and closed his eyes, earning a smack from me âNice try budâ âIt was worth a shotâ he laughed.
We decided to watch a movie, Chris munching on the goldfish I brought him, before turning to me âCan I ask you a weird questionâ he asked earning a nod from me. âRemember what I said earlier?â âYou said a lot earlier so you gotta be more specificâ âWhat I said about h/e/n, when she said I was bad in bedâ he sighed. âI donât like where youâre going with thisâ âJust hear me out, would you um let me like make out with you and give you head? OH, and would you tell me if you think I have a small dick?â He pleaded with me.
I sighed sitting up to look at him âI love you and all but n-â I didnât get to finish because he interrupted me. âBefore you say noâŚâ He sat up moving his face closer to me, ââŚcan I pleeeeaaaase!? If you donât like it Iâll stop, I just need feedback on exactly what doesnât feel good. please, it wonât be weird I promise!â he said, giving me the cutest pout. âFine only because you look really cute when you make that faceâ I reluctantly agreed.
Chris pulled off his hoodie and shirt claiming they would make him âtoo hotâ before throwing his blankets off of us sitting on his knees and pulling my face closer to his. I could feel the stubble underneath my fingers when I gently cupped his jaw, his eyes flickered between my eyes and my lips for a second before smashing our lips together. The kiss was hot and needy, Chrisâ tongue slid across my bottom lip as he slowly pushed me to lay on my back making me gasp, allowing his tongue slide into my mouth as he moved to hover over me.
My other hand came up to to tread through his hair as his moved to my thigh, I donât know what h/e/n was talking about when she said he was a bad kisser because thatâs most definitely not true. Chris started leaving sloppy, wet kisses down to my neck before sucking deep purple hickies into my skin, pulling away when he heard a small moan come out of me when he sucked on a specific spot. I looked up at him, he was biting his lip looking at me âSo how was that?â he asked. âHmm I think I need one more for good measureâ I teased as he smashed our lips together again.
This time he was a lot more rough, slightly sucking on my tongue making me loud out another whiny moan into the kiss. Lightly biting my bottom lip as he pulled away, wearing a cocky smile on his face. âSoooâ âOne of the best makeout seshes Iâve ever had, I think you know thatâ I finally answered âYouâre right, I just wanted to hear you say it, pretty. Now can I take off your shirt?â he replied. I just gave him a simple nod, he slid my shirt over my head looking down at my exposed breasts making him groan. He started kissing down my neck again, this time moving lower to leave hickies all over my chest before he wrapped his lips around my left nipple to suck on it, switching to do the same to the right one.
He moved lower, occasionally nipping at the skin of my stomach before he stopped at the waistband of my sweats. He slowly pulled my sweats off and started leaving teasing kisses on my thighs, his hands sliding up my sides as he started slightly sucking hickies into my thighs like he did to the rest of my body. He looked up at me, his eyes now so blown out that there was hardly any blue left, we made eye contact. He pulled away and smirked at me âYouâre pretty I hope you know thatâ
Chris came up to press a soft kiss to my lips âHow do you want me to get you wet?â He asked with a light blush across his face. âJust do it however you normally would, okay?â I cupped his face as I spoke, feeling the stubble underneath my fingers. âOkay but if I do that I have to take my pants, is that fine? Iâll still have my boxers on.â He said as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. âThatâs fine but please stop being so nervous bubs, donât let that stupid bitch get in your head!â I said pushing his hair back, he just nodded and took off his sweats.
Chris kissed me again for the umpteenth time tonight, licking my bottom lip asking for permission as he presses his hips down against mine. He started grinding against me as we made out, one of his hands coming up to grab one of my tits playing with the nipple making me moan. I felt his cock starting to get hard as he gently bit my bottom lip, I threaded my fingers through his hair and lightly tugged on it. I sucked on his tongue a little bit making him groan into the kiss before he started trailing his kisses down my body once again.
He aggressively pulled my panties down and threw them somewhere behind him, groaning when he saw how wet I was. âDamn, I really made you this wet?â he asked running a finger through my folds, I sheepishly nodded. Chris wasted no time, immediately pumping two fingers in me while kissing my thighs. He curled his fingers up, hitting my g-spot making me gasp before he wrapped his lips around my clit. Chrisâ tongue started flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves as he kept curling his fingers up, slowly adding a third one. âFuck Chris if you keep doing that Iâm gonna cumâ I moaned out, with his free hand Chris took one of my hands and placed it in his hair. I got the hint and started lightly pulling his hair not wanting to hurt him but his free hand came back to mine making my grip on his hair tighter and made me pull harder causing him to let out a groan.
The vibrations from his constant groaning make me get closer to my high, resulting in me placing both hands in his hair. Chris removed his lips from my clit âYou like that baby, am I making you feel good?â he asked with a smirk before removing his fingers and replacing them with his tongue. âSooo g-good Chris, gonna make me cum soonâ I whined out as I felt my high approaching. Chrisâ fingers started rubbing my clit in fast, tight circles, flicking his tongue in and out of my hole faster. âOh sh-shit Chris, fuck âm gonna cumâ I loudly moaned, tightly gripping his hair, making him groan, sending me over the edge.
After he had licked up all my cum, Chris hovered over me, his face shiny and covered in my cum. âSo was it any good?â He asked with a cocky smile, already knowing the answer âYou taste so good by the way, I mightâve just found my new favorite mealâ he said winking. âVery good, the only thing that could make it better would be if you make out with me againâ I responded while biting my lip. Chris came closer to my face so that our lips were almost touching âThat can be arrangedâ he said before smashing his lips against mine, pressing his hips against mine once again, fully hard this time.
I grinded my hips up against his making him let out a loud groan âFuck Y/n/n donât do that, Iâm already hard, I donât need you making me hornier. Itâs already gonna suck trying to ignore it, so d-donât do tha- sh-shitâ As he spoke I trailed my hand down his chest to his cock, giving it a squeeze. âWhy donât we prove the last two things she said wrong? Show me how good you can fuck me with your big cock Chrisâ I bit my lip and I moved my fingers to toy with the waistband of his boxers as I looked into his eyes. âAre you serious? Because I dont think Iâll be able to control myself if I fuck you and I donât wanna be too rough or hurt your feelingsâ He spoke softly as he stroked my cheek with his thumb.
I leaned up to place a kiss below his ear as I whisper âWhat if I like it rough and have a degradation kink?â I asked before sucking a few hickies into his neck as he processed what I just said. âAnd Iâm on the pill so you can fuck me raw if you want toâ I added making him let out a deep growl pulling his boxers down as he placed his lips on mine, teasing his tip through my folds. Chris placed his tip at my entrance, slowly pushing the mushroomed tip in before slamming the rest of his length into me. He pulled away from the kiss looking down at me waiting for me to tell him to move, once I gave him a nod he started pumping in and out of me at a slow pace.
âChris, faster, pleaseâ I whined out as my fingers went to pull his hair. He started speeding up his thrust as we both let out moans âGoddamn youâre so fucking tight, squeezing my cock so good babyâ he groaned out, speeding up his thrust even more, my nails starting to dig into his back as I moaned loudly. Chris dropped his head to look down between our bodies to watch his dick pumping in and out of me. âCh-Chris youâre so big f-fuck! Ohh right th-there!â I whined out when he hit my g-spot repeatedly, I started sucking more hickies into his neck to match mine. âYeah, you like that baby? You gonna cum all over my cock like a slut?â Chris growled out moving his hands from my waist, the left one going to rub my clit while the right one starts to toy with my nipples.
I grabbed Chrisâ right hand bringing it up to my throat, loving the way his jaw dropped for a moment before turning into a smirk as he wrapped his fingers around my throat to choke me. âYouâre such a fucking whore, letting your best friend destroy your tight little pussy!â Chris groaned as his thrusts sped up, his fingers on my clit doing the same as he repeatedly hit my g-spot. âIâm gonna cum! Fuck can I please cum!â I begged, whimpering as my nails scratched down his back, Chrisâ hand squeezed my throat harder only adding to the pleasure. I felt his thrusts starting get sloppy signaling heâd was close too.
âCum all over my cock baby, be a good little slut for me.â Chris groaned out. I came around his cock, my walls squeezing tighter around him, making him shoot his load inside of me. Warm spurts of cum painting my walls white. After we both road out our highs Chris stopped rubbing my clit and removed his hand from my throat before pulling out, causing us both to hiss at the feeling before he plopped down next to me. We both caught our breath before Chris spoke âThat was something huh?â he chuckled out âIâm gonna be honest h/e/n has absolutely no fucking idea what sheâs talking about because that was amazingâ I said rolling over to face Chris, who had a big smile spread across his face.
Chris placed a sweet kiss to my lips, smiling into it when I kissed back, he moved some hair behind my ear after we pulled away âThank you, for everything. You definitely made me feel so much better tonight, now letâs go get cleaned up and then we can go to sleep. I mean if you want to stay, y-you donât have to itâs okay-y to s-â he started saying nervously before I cut him off with a kiss. âChris you donât have to keep being so insecure with me dude. Iâm not h/e/n, I actually care about you and I love you, youâre my best friend. Now come on letâs go shower and then we can cuddle okay?â I said while stroking his cheek. We got up and took a shower getting dressed after, I wore one of his shirts and a pair of boxers, before going to lay down. I was covered in hickies which made Chris feel proud, this was going to be fun to explain to Matt and Nick in the morningâŚ
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DATES WITH THE BROTHERS + choso, yuji, ryomen
SYNP â what dates with the brothers are like
PAIRINGS â choso kamo x reader, yuji itadori x reader, ryomen sukuna x reader
not proofread, big brother sukuna au, gn reader
YUJI
yuji is a fun and hyper person. he always tries to take you somewhere fun. places like amusement parks, carnivals, trampoline parks, arcades, etc. itâs never a sit-down or dull date with him.
âhey, i betcha i can win you one of those prizes.â yuji suddenly says. you turn your attention from the funnel cake that was in front of you and to the boy. âno way. these games are rigged, yuji, you canât win.â you shake your head with a small laugh. âthere has to be some way to win, thereâs a few people around with prizes.â yuji replies, looking around for a moment before he finds his target. âthe bottles game. first try and you got one of those huge stuff animals.â he challenges, grinning at you. âtry if you wanna, youâre wasting tickets.â you hum. âyouâre so mean.â yuji sighs, giving you a sad puppy look. âi am not.â âyou are.â âIâll be nice if you buy me some fried oreos.â yuji eyes light up. âdeal!â
CHOSO
choso is just a bit calmer than yuji. his dates are more authentic, you can say. things like picnics, drive-in movies, top golf, aquarium trips, and fruit picking are chosoâs ideas of dates. wherever he can just hold your hand and stare at you lovingly is great for him.
âwoah choso, look! itâs the penguins!â you gasp, standing barely inches away from the glass of the enclosure. choso stands beside you, your fingers interlocked. suddenly, a penguin with a black stripe on his beak approaches the glass. it stares at the two of you with a blank expression. âoh my god, cho, it looks like you!â you squeal, facing your boyfriend. chosoâs face flushed slightly. âno it doesnât.â he pouts. âit has the same stripe on itâs nose. i think itâs cute.â you scoff, turning to look back at the bird. âyâyou do?â choso stammers. âyeah, i do.â you nod, giving him a soft smile before pressing a kiss onto his blood mark.
RYOMEN
sukuna spoils you. he likes to act he doesnât or as if he doesnât like it but he does. he likes taking you to fancy or expensive places even when you tell him not to. places like nice restaurants, almost courtside seats at sportâs games, concerts, snowboarding, things like that. ďżź
âryo, come back!â you exclaim, struggling to find your balance. the pink haired man stands just a few feet ahead, watching you with an amused expression. âcâmon! donât be a scaredy-cat, just come down.â he shouts. he stands on his snowboard confidently while you stumble on yours. you reluctantly push forward on your board. you glide down just for a few seconds before a squeal leaves you and begin tumbling through the snow, eventually landing at ryoâs feet. âget up, youâre fine,â he says, taking your hands and helping you up. you stare at him with a sad glare. âwhatâs wrong?â he questions. âyou left me, asshole!â you scoff, hitting his chest. his coat protecting him from the blow. he sighs before grinning at you, shifting the black markings on his skin. âdonât be a baby, I was right here. want me to your hold your hand the rest of the way?â ryomen teases, cooing at you. âsure, whatever.â âi think you mean âthank you, ryo.ââ
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