#ken masters x fem!reader

[random-insomnia15]

Street Fighter 6 Scenario: Meeting you for the first time.

A/N: Hey guys, this is my first SF6 scenario, I'm sorry if there any orthographic mistakes, English is not my first language.

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Luke Sullivan

You're not a big fan of fighting, but your Best Friend Bosch use to train in a Gym at Metro City. But it's been days since Bosch didn't called you or showed any signal of life.

So you decided to go to the Gym and look for any information about where your best friend are. After asking some rookies about him, you frown after always receiving answers like: "I don't know where he is..." "Haven't heard about him in a while" or even the new ones who always replied with "I don't know him, sorry!".

One of them offered to bring you to their Coach so there could be more chances of gaining good informations about Bosch. When you entered the gym, you noticed a guy about 2 or 3 years older than you, with good muscles, blond hair, blue tank top and some scars on his arms and even his face, holding a little smile with him.

"Coach, this Miss came here looking for some informations about Bosch and I've brought her here so you two can talk better about it." the rookie called him, making the blond Coach stare at them.

"Welcome Miss, my name is Luke Sullivan, may I know your name?" Luke asked you with a simpatic smile.

"I'm (Y/N) (L/N), I'm Bosch's best friend since childhood" says while smiling back at him. "I've been looking for him the past two weeks and he's nowhere to be found... I've tried to call him, sending a lot of messages to him, but nothing." You said while holding a worried expression. "So I thought that asking some of his friends or even his couch was a good idea, since he always wanted to become a great fighter and look for strength."

Scratching his nape, Luke stares at her with a sad expression. "About Bosch... He got involved with trouble and some gangs while looking for strength, in the Suval'hal Tournament he died because of the Winners Belt that was hiding a bomb... I'm really sorry for your loss."

You have lost your words, didn't know what to say and didn't even expected something like this to happen. Noticing the tears threatening to fall I n your eyes, Luke Pulls you into a hug to comfort her as you hid your face on his breastplate because of the difference in height.

After calming down, Luke offered to bring you to eat somewhere to light up the mood and maybe a reason to spend more time with you.

Jamie Siu

Another night patrolling the Chinese streets of Metro City, Jamie was making sure that the thugs didn't start a fight with any civilians. It was his responsibility to protect HIS streets after all.

While walking to an alley, he heard some noises and groans of pain mixed with a sadic laugh. Running to the end of the alley, Jamie took notice of a female figure beating a big group of thugs with sadic smile on her face.

"What the hell...??" He mumbles to himself while watching her beating the shit out of them.

"Tch, I thought those little shits could be stronger than that" She scoffs, while standing up, revealing her full figure thanks to the lights. Her appearance reminds of Juri, just like her clothes, but instead of the locks of her hair and some part of her clothes being pink, it was all in a color of blood red. Her top was a little more long and a little more closed, hiding her breastplate more than Juri. And instead being her hair tied like a Juri's style, her hair is loose, with the ends up to her hip. (I hope you guys can understand my explanation, sorry if there's some mistake, maybe I'll draw Y/N from each characters scenarios). After beating those thugs, the girl took her phone and take a picture of each one of them, while holding a laugh.

"Who are you!?" Jamie decided to ask the girl, making her stop laughing and look at him with a bored face, while she put away her cell phone and approached him with her hands on her hips.

"I heard you are a peacekeeper..." she says while staring at him up and down. "Jamie Siu, right?!" asks him while she stopped walking, staying a little away from him.

"You know me?" he asks, keeping his confident expression on his face, trying not to show his nervousness in front of this girl.

"Those little shits here was talking about you the whole time while I was having fun beating them here..." she smirks at him, while moving her face near to his. "they keep saying that you were going to come here and beat the shit out of me, but..." put her lips near his ear. "I don't think a handsome face like your would do that!~" smirks at him before chuckling a little, making the Chinese boy become a tomato.

"Stay away from me!" growls, walking some steps away from her, staying in fighting stance, making the girl laugh. "Just who are you!?"

"You can just call me Y/N, I was really hoping to fight you, but I have to go!" says, while approaching him one more time and leaving a peck on his cheek (Just like Android 18 with Kuririn) and then leaves. "See you again soon, Mr. Peacekeeper" says before getting on her motorcycle and getting out of there at high speed.

Jamie just thought about one thing: "This girl is going to be the end of me!"

A/N: This is it, comment some other character that I should put in the next scenario.

@gourdkeeper @anyarainefanfictionent @vampirarts

[spxllcxstxr]

Kintsugi • K.R

(Gif not mine)

Request: Pls pls I need Kendall x young reader wife with a kid living in a remote place away from all the post waystar drama — anon

Summary: Six months later, Kendall still believes he's broken

Warnings: fem!reader (referred to as girl and mommy), usage of mommy and daddy but in pure parental terms, you have an unnamed daughter, rehab mention, kendall takes meds and goes to therapy now, past suicide implication/mention?, normal ken stuff, spoilers for the end of succession

Word Count: 1.2k (I didn't think it was gunna be this long lmao)

A.N: this was a little angsty im not gunna lie lmao, I’m going feral over this request—I just want Ken to be HAPPY, not enough happy Kendall gifs, also i am not entirely great with writing modern bros so like sorry about the characterization? first kendall piece so if you have any tips let me know, hope you all enjoy!

Kintsugi - a Japanese art form that involves repairing broken pottery with gold

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"Ken? Ken honey do you want to join us at the beach today?" Your words cut through the painful silence of your master bedroom, shrouded in darkness despite it being past noon.

Kendall gives no indication that he heard you; no vague grunt or shift in movement. He just lays there--the blanket covering everything below his nose as his eyes stay closed. He isn't sleeping, you've been married to him long enough that his shuddering breaths and still as stone rigid posture was a poor attempt to convince you otherwise.

It’s like he thinks the blanket is the only thing holding him together. Like if he leaves that spot he’ll crumble to pieces right in front of you.

Your heart drops just looking at him. Being away from the city had obviously done some good, along with his month long visit to rehab, but Ken was still…healing.

You kiss his forehead before leaving, telling your disappointed daughter that daddy wouldn't be joining you today.

"It's one of daddy's bad days?" She asks once you feet hit the sand. Her childish voice laced with her innocence almost makes you tear up.

"It is, sweetie..." You nod, before quickly distracting her with placing your towels down and bringing out water bottles from her little pink lunchbox.

The ocean is what occupies her little body for the first hour or so. She jumps over the little waves and collects sea shells. Like what any parent would do, you snap photos of her with the biggest grin on her face.

Eventually, though, the two of you end up in the sand, using her plastic bucket and shovel to build a castle fit for a queen. She's actually not half bad, you notice, as the usual clumsy movements of a toddler are no longer present when she details her sandcastle.

“How’re my girls?”

You look up from the sand beneath your fingers to see your husband, clad in shorts and t-shirt.

“Daddy!” Your daughter shrieks, practically stomping all over the sandcastle the two of you were working on to get to Kendall.

She hugs his knees, squeezing them between her little arms, and he crouches down to hug her back.

Your husband smiles and it’s enough to convince your daughter—but not you.

He's tired, you notice; though it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. At just a glance it looks as if your husband has aged 50 years in six months. His eyes are sunken, not mention the dullness of his usually bright brown eyes. Kendall's normally sun-kissed skin now a deathly grey, which makes sense, he has barely left your bedroom much less the house. It’s almost as if someone had taken a spoon and hollowed out everything that made him human. Frown lines are etched into his face, your heart almost shatters at the overpowering aura of sadness and despair surrounding him.

Six months isn't enough time to wash away the years at Waystar.

You smile at him as your daughter takes his hand and drags him to the crumbling sandcastle.

Once he sits down he kisses you, placing a large hand on the side on your face. You taste the mint of the mouthwash he must've just used before his trek down here. Kissing Kendall was addicting, it always was, but with your daughter's groan of disgust you slowly pull away from him.

"Oh don't be like that kiddo, that's just what mommies and daddies do when they're in love." Kendall teases, ruffling her hair in the process.

She sticks her tongue out before turning her attention back on the ruins of the castle in front of her. Instead of crying about the state of it, she happily starts rebuilding with the help of you and Ken.

One eye never leaves his figure.

This sort of mood swing isn’t uncommon, for years you’ve experienced Kendall’s drastic moods, but this certainly wasn’t one of his highs.

The sandcastle slowly morphs into a sandkingdom; once she starts she never wants to stop. That is, until your daughter finally gets tired after the sun sets and she curls into Kendall’s lap.

You know you should get back to the house, it’s late, but it’s just too peaceful out here, alone on the beach.

Careful not to stir the little girl in his lap, Kendell leans his head on your shoulder, shifting closer to your warm figure. The stars flicker above you--a sight you almost never saw in the city. You take a deep breath before kissing your husband's recently buzzed head. Kendall hums, nuzzling even closer into you, like he was trying to burrow underneath your skin so you never had to leave him.

"I love you, Kendall. And we're ok." You whisper, the words getting eaten by the crashing waves just feet away from the two of you. Still, he hears you, you can tell by the sniffle against your shirt. Your daughter groans in her sleep, shifting.

He swallows roughly at your words.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/n)…I fucked it.” Ken chokes out quietly, trying not to disturb the child. “I fucked it and I’m broken.”

His tears seep into your shirt. You angle your head down, your nose brushing against the top of his head.

"Oh Ken honey..." Your own lip wobbles at your husband's vulnerability. "You're not broken...you were never broken..."

"Then I'm--I'm fucking cracked, (Y/n)! I'm just not whole anymore! I don’t know if I ever was!"

Thoughts race through your head. Kendall had been doing better. He was consistent with taking his meds and he went to therapy every week. What if he tried to--? You clutch him closer to you, trying not to make yourself spiral when Kendall needed you.

His body shakes with silent sobs, your daughter still peacefully sleeping, unaware of the world around her.

The cool ocean breeze dances across your skin. You take a deep breath.

"Have you ever heard of kintsugi, Ken?"

"What? I'm having a complete breakdown and you're asking me about whatever the fuck that is?" He huffs, annoyed.

"Just listen to me Ken, it'll go somewhere." You kiss the top of his head to comfort his suddenly tense figure beside you. He eases at the contact. "I read in some stupid magazine that it's a Japanese technique where they repaired broken pots and stuff with gold." Kendall lifts his head to look at you. His eyes are red with unshed tears and his eyebrows are furrowed, listening to you. "They were made whole again; made more beautiful and were stronger than before."

Kendall purses his lips as you bring a hand up to stroke his tear stained cheek. Your other hand lightly strokes through your daughter's hair, careful not to rouse her.

"We'll be your gold, Kendall."

All at once the tension leaves his body, tears cascading down his face. His once dimly lit eyes brighten to reflect the stars above.

"Right," He nods, almost like he doesn't know how to respond to what you just said. "My gold..." His eyes flick between you and your daughter before his head settles back onto your shoulder, almost as if he couldn't take anymore emotions for the day.

You sigh, leaning your own head against his. Closing your eyes, you let the sound of the waves wash over the otherwise silent night.

The stars still shine above you and the saltiness of the ocean tinges the air.

You were all going to be alright.

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[b4b3tte]

KEN DATING YOU IN THE REAL WORLD!! <3

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Here are some Kenons of Ryan!Ken dating reader that is from the real world!

Contains of — How you and Ken met, How Ken is during a relationship, Love languages, And just basic “ girlfriend and boyfriend “ things

Pairing — Ryan!Gosling Ken X Fem!Reader

Note — bro I love this movie so much and I thought I would write for him!! After some Ken appreciation I’ll go back to writing for Wednesday and Rocky also guys REQUEST STUFF please keep me busy I’ll be updating my master list as well <3

Might be long sorry pookie

— MEETING

— let’s start off how you two met. You recently have moved to LA from Nevada to pursue your career of modeling, and of course you had no idea where anything is, you needed directions on where the nearest gas station is.

— the closest person near you was this attention-grabbing guy wearing a rather bold statement of an outfit, a black cowboy outfit with a pink bandanna tied around his neck, and oh before I forget a white cowboy hat 💀.

— people definitely don’t dress like that in Nevada but this is LA so this is probably normal you thought ( why?Idk ) so you asked the man

“ hi! Excuse me, do you know where the nearest gas station is, I just moved here so I’m not very familiar with the area! “

— Ken of course was very surprised, shocked,confused,happy and people might even say honored to be asked for DIRECTIONS by a women, it was a culture shock moment for him but was extremely happy to fulfill your question.

— big shocker, as handsome Ken was, he was no help, so you stop by the local police station for directions just to find him there again do you know why?no, but it worked out in your favor because I can say you two starting seeing each other more after that incident.

- you guys started seeing each other for a good month before he asked you out, I’m convinced he falls in love easily so it wasn’t long till he asked you if he can be your boyfriend and you best believe he was the happiest man on earth when you said yes

He was so hoping you weren’t like Barbie and just gonna friend zone him 😪

- ACTIONS

— now let’s get into how he behaves in a relationship, technically he was in one before you ( with Barbie ) but they never did girlfriend and boyfriend things and he didn’t felt or was treated like a boyfriend so to him, your guys relationship was his very first and was excited to make it your best one yet

- he is very new to this so excuse him if he is extremely clingy and overly affectionate with and towards you, you can say it’s just in his nature ( bro is literally a accessory Mattel’s words not mine )

- as for love languages he doesn’t really know much about them, he considers those love languages as just normal girlfriend and boyfriend things but when you tell him about it then he’ll understand it’s just a preferred way of showing love

- personally I think he will be big on public display of affection, he would love holding your hand, kissing you, hugging you and would have no shame in doing so, he will be slighty disappiointed ( more like insecure) if YOU aren’t big on PDA as he is

- but if you are he will just be off the roof just excited that your as happy to touch him and he is to touch you. But it wasn’t always this easy, he was honestly kinda nervous to even touch you, being rejected so many times he didn’t want to expect the same treatment or make you uncomfortable

- how you two starting showing more physical intimacy it was during your first “ sleepover “ you guys were having a wonderful time but it finally came down to you guys sleeping, and of course the sleeping arrangements were you two in the same bed

- when you two laid down you guys were just sticks not moving or anything it was intensely awkward, it took you to make a move and hold his hand, obviously his cheeks turned into a light pink tint and looked at you instantly with love in his eyes

— it was an amazing feeling for him but he wanted more, he wanted to have you against his chest holding onto him, like hugging but he didn’t know the term in the real world it was just hugging to him

“ can I hug you? while laying down? “

— you obviously smile at the hugging part but you wanted nothing more than the same thing so you move much closer to him and hug him very tightly and say

“ this is what cuddling is “

— every since that day you guys were physically affectionate with each other and enjoyed every single minute of it, now Ken tries to hug, kiss and touch you everywhere now that you guys started getting more intimate ( wholesomely )

- while he is looking for a job he probably is a house husband for awhile, so before you go to work ken will probably write you sweet notes and put it in your lunch box or on the fridge, wherever he knows you’ll be able to read it

— LOVE LANGUAGES

physical touch

— as we establish he adores physical touch and he will always try to be in contact with you physically, he just loves the way your guys skin feel with each other and the emotional connection between you guys, it is something he will never ever get over

— Especially kisses. Wether it’s pecks on the lips or full blown passionate making out it makes him feel like on another world and extremely happy. While cuddling makes him feel soft, and comfortable and Just really relaxed within your vibe and touch

— one thing he does ( I’m not sure if it’s creepy or romantic ) is once you’ve fallen asleep he will just stare at you and move strands of hair out of your face just admiring you and wondering how lucky he is to be your Ken

Words of affirmations

— other than physical touch, I think words of affirmations is the way he likes being shown love, being shown praise is something that makes him feel delighted ( horny ) and overall important towards you, wether it’s a compliment or a genuine message you tell him, he will love and hold it dearly to his heart

— he would definitely verbally express his love for you, a lots of “i love you“ “you are so gorgeous“ “you are amazing“ “ you are doing a wonderful job “ and so much more, i believe he just wants you to know you are amazing and that he will always appreciate you

“ i love you y/n you are the best thing that has every happened to me and you’ve made me feel enough and important and I love you for that and you are like so cool “

— the first time you said I love you or something along the lines of that, bro literally gasps and is in shock because he never expected a you to say that to someone like him and it definitely has made his day ( more like his life )

Gift giving

— i think these would be the last on this list, when he does get a job, he would probably just buy anything horse related but knowing how obsessive he is, he is definitely a good listener and would know whenever you want or need something and definitely buy it in a heart beat

— but on rare occasions when you guys are out somewhere he will see small things like a leaf or a coin and literally give it to you because it either represents a feature of yours or just reminds you of him in some weird romantic way

— on the other hand he would love JUST LOVE and deeply cherish every single gift or thing you give him, no matter if you bought it, stole it, made it, found it he will love it, honestly he will love anything you even touch

— probably after your work or his work, he will buy you a little something and some flowers just to see a smile on your face, seeing you happy is the only thing that matters to him and will keeping doing anything to make or see you smile

Quality time

— i dont think he will view this as an act of love but just something you do on a daily, just being next to each other or just being in the same house makes him comfortable knowing you are just there with him

— however anytime you guys are doing something like sleepover activities he will love it, and make him feel appreciated knowing you want to do these things with him instead of your friends

— but if it’s simpler things like getting food,walking around,going to the mall he wouldn’t necessarily think to much on it during the moment but at night he will definitely look back at those wonderful times between you two and truly value the time you guys spend together

— DATES

— dates will definitely be something special between you guys even thought they are probably the average dates you see in the movies it is still cute and memorable for Ken since he hasn’t been able to experience something like that in Barbieland

- the dates with include some movie dates, getting ice cream or frozen yogurt, walking together to go get lunch, beach dates he will absolutely die seeing you in a bathing suit, going to the park to feed ducks, or just cuddling in bed watching movies

- as obviously as this is i probably still have to state this, his favorite date will definitely be anything beach related he loves the sun, playing volleyball, surfing, building sand castles seeing how the beach world is in the real world he does get slightly obsessed with it for awhile and is the only place he wants to be at for the summer

- but he will definitely listen to you and what dates YOU enjoy, he wants to make you happy and would want to do anything to maintain that happiness so he will go do activities that interest you or make you excited even if it isn’t his cup of tea, just as long he can go surfing after hehehe his rules not mine

— LAST ONE. PET NAMES

— for the first ones it is plain and simple, the obvious babe and baby, he will use both but I think he will use babe the most, it’s simple it’s casual just an everyday thing he can use but when he wakes up all tired and sleepy he will use

“ hmm good morning baby “

— when he discovers any pet names in any other languages that sound remotely cool and romantic to him be will throw them at you 24/7, like Mi Amor or Hermosa, it will take awhile for him to go back to babe and baby

— when you use pet names on him it will drive him absolutely insane, just hearing those words come out of your mouth makes him all giggly and excited but he will want to remind chill and cool about it but most of the time doesn’t succeed

— he loves the nicknames handsome, baby, and my love but when he hears how you refer him to other people he just goes into a state of shock he will fall face first when he hears you refer him as “ my man “ towards other people he just goes like “ AAAAAAA”

- he loves calling you pet names and he loves hearing you call him pet names it is and will always be the highlight of his morning,evening and night and he still gets giggly about it no Mather how many times you call him that

I Hope you guys enjoy this!!! I hope this wasn’t as cringe or bad grammar I really tried my best to get this Ken character down to a T so I really pray this suits him as a character and that it reminds you of Ken and that you enjoy! Let me know if i should make a part two or any other new topics or prompts for Ken, put it in my request box 🫶

[mokokone]

Hello!

Can you do a Kusuriuri x Kitsune! Fem! Reader. Where the reader loves to tease him and prank him.

Thank you <3 ❤️

Author's preface: Kitsunes are known for their mischievous nature and love of playing tricks on humans. These mythical creatures have the ability to shape-shift into different forms, often using their powers to deceive unsuspecting individuals. Despite their playful antics, kitsunes are also seen as wise and intelligent beings in Japanese folklore. Their cunning ways make them both feared and respected in traditional stories and legends.

Trickster |Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri x FemKitsune!Resder|

Kusuriuri stood, pondering for a moment. His piercing cerulean gaze scanned the room, taking in every detail.

Something was amiss.

His Taima Ken Exorcism Sword was missing. He could have sworn he left it sitting on the coffee table.

Surely, the small blade couldn't have flown away. Every corner and crevice was scrutinized, but the sword was nowhere to be found. Kusuriuri's mind raced with questions—who could have taken it? And for what nefarious purpose?

"(Y/n)!" He suddenly called.

 After a moment, a young female poked her head through the shoji. Her hair was a beautiful color of (h/c), falling in loose waves around her shoulders. Her eyes, a vibrant shade of (e/c), sparkled with curiosity. However, the most unique thing about her appearance was that she had fox ears and a bushy fox tail.

Her fox ears twitched slightly as she looked at her master with a sense of curiosity.

"Yes, what is it, master?" You asked.

"Have you seen my sword?" Kusuriuri asked you as you stepped into the room, watching his eyes scan the space in search of the missing weapon.

"No... Why?" you inquired, feigning innocence as you tried to suppress a mischievous grin.

In truth, you knew exactly where it was. After all, you were the one who hid it, as well as a few other items of his.

Though you didn't really have a good reason for doing so, you were just bored and thought it'd be funny to see how long it would take him to notice.

As you watched him search, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for playing this prank on him.

"Hmm, I can’t find it.” He tossed the pillow he had been looking under back down on the sofa. "I'm also missing several of my ofuda as well as some incense from my medicine box." He adds.

“Really? How strange..." You say, hiding a smirk. "Well, I'm sure it'll turn up soon, master.” you tell him before turning on your geta to leave.

“Hopefully...” You hear him murmur, unaware that he had watched you leave.

“Where? Where is it?”

Later that evening, you heard your master sigh in frustration. There was no doubt he was starting to lose his patience.

You poke your head in the doorway again. “What is it now?” You wondered which item he was looking for now.

But, you knew.

Not long after you hid his sword, you also took and hidden his Shunga (Japanese erotic art) picture book.

“Now, I can't find my Shunga magazine,” he answered.

You couldn't help but grimace. “Why do you even look at such gross things, master?” You scoffed, "It's just a book filled with gross images of women having intercourse with gross men."

Kusuriuri snorts. “Ha, I find it quite entertaining.”

*'You ought to be glad I didn't burn it instead of hiding it, you pervert,'* you inwardly thought to yourself before giving a smile.

“You've been misplacing a lot of your stuff lately, master," you teased. "I never thought you'd be so irresponsible with your things."

"I am not, my dear," he protested. "I am very responsible. I need my sword and ofuda to fight against malevolent mononoke. I would never be so careless as to lose such important items," He huffs.

"It’s like my stuff is just...disappearing. Almost as if someone has taken them." He adds.

You almost felt a shiver run down your spine when he catches your gaze and could only hope he didn't know. Nevertheless, you shook it off and opted to tease him some more.

"Aww, poor master," you fake-sympathize, a mischievous glint in your eye as you watch him sulk his shoulders. "Perhaps your things have had enough of you and just ran away," you snicker.

"Haha, very funny," he chides. "Look, if you're not going to help, then leave."

"Rude!" You stuck your tongue out at him before leaving.

You failed to notice the angry red mark on Kusuriuri's head as blue eyes eyed you both skeptically and intently.

You hurried down the engawa to hide it in the garden under a rock. However, before you could, you yelped upon feeling a hand grab your tail.

That night, you decided to keep the prank going. Once you made sure Kusuriuri was out of sight, you snuck into his room and opened his medicine box. This time you were going to take and hide one of his Kenshutsu (scales).

“Where are you off to, (Y/n)?” Kusuriuri asked.

You sweated nervously, attempting to hide the kenshutsu inside your kimono before turning to face him.

“Um... n-nowhere, master,” You stammered.

Kusuriuri eyed you suspiciously. "Was that one of my kenshutsu?" He asked. "And were you about to hide it in the garden?"

“W-what? N-no way…” You lied, giving him an innocent look.

However, Kusuriuri saw through your lie. After all, he too knows how feels to be a sly fox.

"So, it was you all along," he said, his tone accusatory.

Welp, now that you’very been caught red-handed, you’re toast! It was fun while it lasted. You didn’t even try to plead your innocence; you just grinned warily at him with a nervous chuckle.

“You little minx,” He quickly pulled you forward, making you shriek as he then grabbed your sides.

“K-Kusuriuri─I mean, Master, wait!! No, please, I can explain!” You cry out.

Kusuriuri was merciless as he started tickling you, his fingers digging into your sides, making you squeal.

"This is what you get for hiding my stuff." He smiled menacingly.

You doubled over, trying desperately to get away from him. “Ahhhaaahaa, I'm sorry! P-please, have mercy! Hahahahaha~!”

“Tell me where you put everything and I'll let up," he demanded.

“Ack! I’m sorry!”

"Sorry doesn't tell me where you hid my things,” Kusuriuri said, now switching to tickling you under your arms.

With that, you completely lost it! It was painful as you squealed and tried to push him away. You're the one who got yourself into this mess, so you had no choice but to come clean.

“Fine!! Your sword is in the kitchen cabinet, and your Shunga magazine is inside the hallow of the cherry blossom tree outside." You confessed, desperate for your torture to cease.

“And?” He prompted, tickling your tummy.

Your laughter was so loud and desperate now that tears were beginning to leak from your eyes. "A-and I promise not to take your stuff without permission. I-I...AHaha... I'm sorry! I was just bored!”

Kusuriuri's expression soften. He was pleased that you finally came clean as he finally stopped tickling you, much to your absolute relief. But he still opted to tease you.

“Good girl."

Bastard.

Your face was flushed from laughing in pain as you glared daggers at him.

"I'll forgive you this time, but no more pranks, ok?"

You crossed your arms and stuck out your tongue at him. “You suck, master.”

He merely shrugged his shoulders as he walked off to retrieve his stuff. “Not my fault. You deserved it,” he said, but then stopped and glanced back at you.

"Y'know, if you ever get bored again, feel free to come to me. I'm always up for some fun.♡" He smirks devilishly while winking at you.

It took you awhile, but you quickly caught on of what it is he's implying as your face flushed red.

᪥END᪥

[kadentherabbit]

Hi guys!!!! Soo this is my master list, it will be updated as I write more fanfics in the future, I currently write for ahs/evan peters characters, DC characters and possibly Donnie Darko in the near future! Make a request to be on my tag list!

A little more about me I suppose: gay and trans! Please only refer to me with he/him pronouns. I enjoy gory movies or movies with Evan Peter’s in them :3. You can refer to me as Kaden! I love writing, one of my favorite hobbies but it takes me a while to have any motivation so keep that in mind!

Most of my fics will be about men, and in a gender neutral fashion unless I’m requested specifically male reader or female reader! Keep reading for more!!

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My JAI.

I will not write fics that include:

Any bodily fluids that aren’t spit, cum or blood (Strict limits).

Age gaps that include one party being under the age of 18 and another party being over the age of 18. (Aka any sort of pedophilia)

Fics that involve childbirth/pregnancy (may change in future).

Incest or stepcest. Platonic family relationships only.

Threesomes or any smut that includes more than 2 people (may change in future)

Smut for any female or AFAB character.

I hate writing angst.

Characters I currently feel comfortable writing for! ⬇️

Peter Maximoff, Tate Langdon, Richard Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Most DC villains, Carl Gallagher, Kai Anderson (May be ooc), Ponyboy Curtis, Two-Bit Mathews, Adam Banks, Kyle Spencer, Tweek Tweak, Wilbur Robinson, Lewis/Cornelius Robinson, Johnny Lawrence.

Characters I need more time with ⬇️

Kit Walker, James Patrick March, Jimmy Darling, Lip Gallagher, Ian Gallagher, Donnie Darko, Luke Cooper, Colin Zabel, Stan Bowes, Guy Germaine, Daniel LaRusso.

(you may suggest these characters! I may just need a little more time to write the fic!)

smut = ���𝜚. fluff =✿. Being worked on = ꩜.

AHS

Tate Langdon NSFW Alphabet 𝜗𝜚

Your fear is my pleasure - Kai Anderson 𝜗𝜚

The only friend you’ll ever need - Tate Langdon 𝜗𝜚 (req)

Kai Anderson fic 𝜗𝜚/꩜

X-MEN

Peter Maximoff NSFW Alphabet 𝜗𝜚 (req kinda)

Stuffed like a Twinkie - Peter Maximoff 𝜗𝜚/✿ (req)

Mean Dom Peter Maximoff 𝜗𝜚

Peter Maximoff and Reader getting high ✿/꩜

DC

Dick Grayson/Nightwing Blabz ✿

Arkham Knight! Jason Todd Blabz ✿ (Fem! Robin reader!)

OTHERS

Ryan Gosling! Ken Blabz ✿

Rodrick Heffley Blabz ✿

Jack Hughes Blabz ✿/𝜗𝜚

Five Hargreeves Blabz ✿

Cobra Kai! Johnny Lawrence blabs ꩜

[flomelias]

( 🎒 ) the boys!

O1 ) . . . . character ai bots!

— x ; the deep & a glorified babysitter ( fem user )

— x ; homelander & can’t say no to you ( gn, ceo!user )

— x ; homelander & a baby for your baby ( fem, supe!user )

— x ; homelander & maid&master ( femlander with fem, maid!user )

— x ; homelander & my immortal ( gn, undead!user )

— x ; queen maeve & exclusive interview ( fem, actress!user )

— x ; the deep & red flags ( gn, supe!user )

— x ; the deep & he’s your ken ( fem, barbie!user )

O2 ) . . . . hcs!

— nsfw / x ; a-train & taking it slow ( afab, feminine reader )

— nsfw / x ; a-train & nsfw alphabet ( afab, feminine reader )

— sfw / x ; kevin moskowitz & washing off ( afab, feminine, the deep!reader )

— nsfw / x ; the deep & nsfw alphabet ( afab, feminine reader )

[damn-stark]

Colors of the wind

Takes place in-between chapter 10 of Sugar

A/N- Nanami Kento, the man that you are

Warning- Swearing, ANGST, FLUFF!! long chapter.

Pairing- Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader, Choso x Gojo!fem-reader

Takes place in between chapter 10

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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*2012*

“Nanamin!” You greet him excitedly when you spot him approaching your car; even though you told him to wait for you inside the restaurant.

“Hey,” he greets back and picks up his pace to help you open the door. “I thought I’d come help you.”

You laugh softly and try to reach over to take out the baby’s carrier, but Nanami shoves a pink gift bag in your hand and basically pushes you out of the way to try and get it out himself.

“Ken—”

“Here?” He asks and points to the button that releases the car seat.

You part your lips to argue, but he’s too much of a gentleman to listen, so you just hum in agreement and watch him not even struggle to take out the carrier for the first time.

You struggled for a while to secure it and take it out—It’s true you haven’t gone out much since Satori’s been born, but you’ve barely managed to master it yourself.

“You’re a natural,” you compliment Nanami after you close the door.

Nanami secures his hold around the handle and waits for you to catch up to head to the restaurant. “It’s not that hard.” He retorts.

You pout but don’t rebuttal, you just reach over to carry your baby’s carrier, but his eyes fall on you and he shakes his head. “It’s all right,” he assures you.

You narrow your gaze on him, but you can’t help but smile at his politeness.

“You look nice,” he adds instead. “You doing okay?”

You nod. “Yeah. That’s the neat thing about being able to use RCT, I healed my body after. The only pain now is these late nights, but I’m lucky to have Suguru. He wakes up to feed her, but I worry that she’s not breathing so I don’t get much sleep.” You giggle shyly at your confession and see him smile at you.

“I’m surprised you wanted to hang out,” he says and opens the door for you to walk inside first. “And I’m more surprised Suguru let you be out in such a non-sorcerer-infested place with his baby,” he mocks.

You feign a laugh and quip in his defense. “Our baby, and he can’t lock her up because he hates humanity, she’s a baby. And until he does something about all these non-sorcerers, or if he changes his mind about hating them then he has to deal with it until she can decide what she wants.”

“Table for two?” The server asks when you reach the stand.

You nod. “And a carrier stand,” you add with a feigned smile.

The server nods in comprehension and holds her finger up before she walks off, letting Nanami add to your conversation.

“That was very well said.”

You partially turn to face him and offer him a smug smile before you comment on something else. “And I wanted to hang out because I wanted you to meet Satori, and because I was bored of being stuck at home; Suguru is going to be gone all day for the first time since I reached my last month of being pregnant, so I wanted to do something.”

Nanami hums and before he can add something to the conversation the server comes back with a carrier stand and opens the little gate to let Nanami and you pass through.

When you reach the table at a far end corner of the room, Nanami secures the carrier on the stand, and when you take your seats the server takes your drinks before finally letting you address the baby in the room Nanami has only seen through the hundreds of pictures you send him.

“You ready to meet her?” You basically squeal and don’t wait for what he has to say before you zip open the cover that protects her, catching right away that her eyes are wide open. “Oh, and she’s awake! Good morning my little love.”

The baby blinks, and you unbuckle her before you carefully take out your chubby baby. “Nanamin,” you speak softly and turn her around in your arms so she can face him. “I want you to meet Satori Geto.”

You glance over at your friend and grin brightly as you show her off to him, seeing a bright and proud smile on his usually hardened face.

“Satori,” you speak in a soft and sweet voice. “This is your uncle Kento Nanami. Don’t worry he may look angry all the time, but he’s turned out to be a big softy.”

Satori is only two months old, so she just fidgets and stares at him intensely with her father's deep brown eyes.

“She’s very beautiful,” Nanami says, letting you cradle her in your arms and offer him a much gentler smile.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“She looks like him too. A lot more in person than in pictures.”

You laugh and nod. “She does, doesn't she? Suguru says he doesn’t see it, but I do. And you do, right?” you direct at your baby, making her coo at you.

“I brought her a present,” Nanami cuts in and reaches over the table to take the present he had shoved in your hands earlier. “I hope you like it.”

You drift your eyes over to him, and since you’re carrying the baby, he pulls out a small square box from the bag for you and opens the box to pull out a small golden bracelet.

“Oh,” you breathe out with tears filling your eyes. “It’s very nice. Too nice, Kento. You shouldn’t have.”

Nanami shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it,” he argues. “I’m more than happy to give her this. You’re my best friend after all.”

You let out a happy sigh and watch as he puts the bracelet under the light to show off her name inscribed on the rich metal, making your eyes soften, and your smile tremble. “Oh, Kenny…” you mumble in disbelief.

“She may grow out of it,” he says with a soft smile. “But you can always add more golden links to make it bigger as she grows. I know you have the money for that.”

You laugh breathlessly and nod while you take the bracelet from his grasp.

“It’s lovely,” you tell him and show it to Satori even though she has no idea what it is you’re holding. “Look at it, it has your name on it.”

Satori curiously watches the gold glimmer under the light, and you continue to admire the bracelet again before you admire your friend. “Thank you Kento,” you direct warmly at your friend.

Nanami offers you a tiny smile and you let your gaze linger on him as you feel your heart overfill with nothing but gratitude and fondness, assuring you for the hundredth time that reaching out to him was one of the best decisions you’ve made.

“Don’t cry,” he scolds you when he catches your gaze and notices you on the brink of tears. “It’s just a present…besides people will be nosy if they see you cry.”

You drop your gaze back to the bracelet and smile in amusement.

“Here are your drinks,” the server startles you, but you don’t give her your attention until it’s time to order. And since you’ve been here before there’s only one thing you craved from this place, so you don’t take your time to look through the menu; nor does Nanami, so the interaction is quick.

Except the server does add one more thing before. “Can I just say you make a very lovely family.”

You snap your eyes to the server and begin to grin mischievously.

“Oh, we’re not—”

“Oh, thank you,” you cut Nanami off and touch your chest as you pretend to be touched by her compliment. “You’re so sweet.”

The server smiles and walks off, letting Nanami groan while you snicker as you meet his gaze.

“Won’t it be funny when they notice that Satori has raven black hair while you're blond, and my hair is white?” You share the idea behind your lie. “It’s a bit scandalous.”

Nanami judges you from his seat and shakes his head in disapproval. “Not really, no,” he deadpans.

You snicker, and he quips.

“You've spent too much time inside, I think.”

You click your tongue and hum in agreement.

——

*NOT SO MUCH LATER*

“And I’ll have this for dessert,” you point out to the server.

“And for you?” The server asks Nanami.

You look over and see this new server bat her eyelashes at Nanami, making you stifle a laugh and get hit on your shin in return.

When the server leaves you burst out laughing. “I should’ve made a scene,” you immediately say. “Are you flirting with my husband? Don’t you see our baby that looks nothing like him?!” You gasp dramatically and Nanami rolls his eyes.

“You’re embarrassing,” he grumbles.

You snicker and pick up your baby off her carrier to walk over and push Nanami further down his booth.

“Do you want to hold her?” You ask since you have time now and you know she won’t cry because she’s been fed.

Nanami stiffens as if faced with an impossible situation. “Well,” he stammers. “I don’t know.”

You giggle and shake your head. “Don’t worry about it. We were sorcerers for goodness sake. How much harder can holding a baby be? Just cradle her in your arms.”

Nanami reluctantly folds his arms, and you carefully place Satori on them, making his breaths shudder as if he feared such a helpless baby.

“It’s okay,” you assure him. “You’re doing great. You’re a natural.”

Nanami huffs and looks down at baby Satori in his arms.

“If I drop her, tell Geto it was you,” he mutters.

You scoff and lean over to rest your chin on his shoulder to watch Satori as she watches Nanami with her dark eyebrows slowly pinching together.

“She has a lot of hair,” he comments on the fact.

You hum in agreement and smile brightly as Satori’s eyes water and her bottom lip trembles.

“She’s going to cry, take her,” Nanami panics and turns, but you don’t reach over to help him, you just continue to reassure him.

“She won’t cry. Even if she does, well, she needs to know her dad and I can’t be the only ones carrying her. Plus she likes Yuki, and she’s got a rambunctious spirit. How can she not like you?” You compliment him. “You have a very gentle spirit, just loosen up a bit.”

Nanami lets out a frustrated breath, but he drops his shoulders. And without needing to be told he begins to sway her in his warm and muscular arms that nestle her like a warm security blanket. And that calms her down.

“See,” you praise him and nudge his arm. “Natural. If Haibara could you see now.”

Nanami lets out a breathless laugh and his smile widens at the thought.

“Oh my god,” you suddenly change the subject as a thought pops into your mind. “I should take a picture and set you up on a dating profile!” You exclaim and hug his arm. “Women go nuts over men with cute babies.”

“Satori is not my daughter,” Nanami points out as if you don’t know.

“So? You won't lie about that, it’s just bait,” you explain mischievously. “You don’t need to be a father, holding a baby is good enough.”

Nanami side eyes you and you meet his gaze with a smug look.

“Don’t,” he deadpans.

“Don’t,” you mock him and pull your phone out, seeing that you have a message from none other than your husband.

Suguru: How are you doing? You girls doing okay? Do you need me to go pick you up?

You smile and respond to him first.

You: Nope, we’re doing fine ;) talk later

The moment you send the message, you go search on the internet for dating websites.

“Stop,” Nanami warns you.

You peel away from his side and find an okay site so you quickly move your fingers to sign up as Nanami.

“Name,” you read out loud. “Kento Nanami. Age? 21, but your birthday is next month, so almost 22 years old. Height…how tall are you Nanamin?” You ask and peek at him to try and guess.

Yet he’s no help, he tries to reach over, but you drag your ass back and point at him. “Baby in your arms, don’t try anything,” you warn him amusingly and add a white lie. “6’1 and a half.” You smirk. “Hobbies? Reading, smart-mouthing people, long walks on the beach, and…uh going to bakeries.”

“Stop.”

“Occupation!” You cut him off and chuckle. “Uh, what do you do again?” You ask and look at him, but he glares at you so you avoid the question. “It doesn't matter. Now what do you look for in a woman? Someone loyal and looking for commitment, someone who wants a family and understands that life is hard and that there's so much more to this world that a lot of people don’t understand.”

Nanami snorts softly. “You’ll scare them away instead of attracting them.”

A smirk tugs on your lips and you scroll up fast to click on the profile picture. “Now,” you change the subject. “Smile! But don’t make it too creepy either!”

Nevertheless, just as you click on the button, Nanami reaches out so all you get is a picture of his palm before he snatches your phone from your hand.

You pout. “You’re no fun! You didn’t have to talk to them, I could’ve set it all up,” you complain.

Nanami deletes the page you were on and slides your phone on the table, making you huff out and cross your arms over your chest. “Do you even have any friends besides me?” You ask him. “And work friends don’t count.”

Nanami looks down at Satori and tugs her blanket over her arm, letting you take that silence as an answer.

“No, you don’t! Am I the only woman you talk to?” You go back to teasing him. “Maybe you should go back to your emo phase.” You snort. “Some women like broody men. You were very broody back in the day.”

Nanami ignores you and you nudge his arm. “It’s okay. I’ll find you, someone. You know, this woman joined our organization, her name is Manami. She’s pretty, a bit mean-looking, but hey you have that in common!”

Nanami sighs, and you smile with pride over the fact that you can get him this bothered.

“Anway!” You roll out and grab your phone before you slide off the seat. “I need to use the restroom. I won’t be long, but if she does cry, her binky is in her carrier—”

“Wait,” he cuts you off with concern.

You wave him off. “Just keep carrying her and you’ll be fine. She’s not fussy, and I won’t be long.” You add and turn. However, before you can walk away you peer over your shoulder and interject smugly. “And hey, maybe you can, I don’t know, catch someone’s eye.” You snicker and hear him groan so you walk off in a prideful stride.

On your way to the restroom, you check your phone and see that Suguru sent another message.

Suguru: Come home soon.

Your nose scrunches with disgust at the command he just sent. Which is very unlike him.

Come home? And not only that but he put a period at the end of the sentence. Tsk.

Then again, you haven’t really gone out since Satori’s been born, and when you would go out he’d be with you in places less crowded than this.

But even then who does he think he is bossing you around like that? Especially when you’re with Nanami, someone he knows and trusts.

It’s why you simply send him a dry message.

You: I’ll see

Now you'll send him something when you’re on your way home now. He doesn’t deserve cute updates.

Which is why you put your phone on silent before you put it away as you continue walking.

Nevertheless, just before you can reach the hall that leads to the restrooms you have to cut around the entrance, and just as you’re going to do that, you actually stiffen right away as you’re struck with immediate fear the moment you see…your father.

Of all the people you could see here, you see him.

And he’s not alone, but he’s not with anyone else from your family either. It looks like he’s with business partners.

Which should indicate him not catching you standing all dumbfounded, but he does. He looks right at you, and rather than facing him with a hardened and confident glare like you had imagined in your head all your interactions would go, you actually duck your head as if it was still something you still practiced.

Your father actually steals your breath away as you see him approaching you.

However, just as you thought he’d come stand before you he comes to a halt a foot away and scoffs.

He doesn’t say anything else though, he doesn't do anything either, he just scoffs. But you can identify that sound as disapproval.

It makes you want to react, to snap back with only a lick of the rage you harbor for him and the rest of your family, but you can’t move a muscle out of fear. No matter how much you want to. You stand there, paralyzed, until you watch his feet turn away. After that, you can only lift your head to notice the pride in his step after he provoked such a weak reaction from you.

After you can no longer see him you shift your feet to storm out of the restaurant and shoot Nanami a quick text.

You: Pay the tab and meet me outside. Please.

You get no response, but you know he’ll listen so you wait, and want to look nonchalant, as if you still aren’t breathing heavily and feel remnants of fear.

Alas, when Nanami meets up with you holding Satori and the things you left behind that discomfort and fear are obvious to him, so he doesn’t bombard you with questions, he instead helps you put Satori in the car.

“I’m sorry,” you break your silence a few minutes later.

Nanami steals a worried glance at you but he doesn’t push. “It’s okay,” he assures you. “Where to next?”

——

*LATER*

You can’t say you enjoyed the rest of the day after coming across your father. He might’ve not done or said anything, but seeing him was enough to make you live through years of bad memories you had let go of. And it honestly felt like bile wanted to rise up the rest of the day until you returned to the safety of your house and saw Suguru.

Yet when you got home he was more quiet than usual, but since neither of you like talking about your problems in front of the girls, you don’t probe until you’re finally alone at night.

“What’s wrong?” You ask softly and slither your hands under his shirt as you lean your head over his shoulder. “You’ve been quiet.”

Suguru peers back and glances at your lips before he kisses you, making you smile and take him for a deeper kiss.

“You know,” you add between the kiss. “Why don’t we go take a shower together and let me treat you tonight, hm? Before your daughter wakes up to eat, hm?”

Suguru lingers in the kiss for a moment longer before he stops and speaks against your parted lips as you still crave for more. “Let’s talk first.”

You pull back and look at him with concern.

“Come sit,” he says and pats the empty seat next to him.

You let out a small sigh and walk around the couch to sit beside him with your legs resting on the couch. And even if you have an idea what this is about, you still don’t attempt to address anything and wait for him instead.

“You know I trust you,” he starts off by saying, making you slowly furrow your eyebrows. “I trust Nanami…but…I don’t trust monkeys.”

Oh…okay…this is where this is going.

“And it’s why I don’t feel comfortable with you going out there with my baby.”

You blink repeatedly in disbelief and scoff down at your nails as you go over what he just said, knowing well he’s being serious with this concern, and he wasn’t really leaning towards a debate.

This is what the command was about earlier too. His discomfort with his daughter being surrounded by non-sorcerers.

You should’ve known. It should’ve been obvious.

“Our daughter,” you correct him with bitterness slowly lacing through your voice. “She’s my daughter too, Suguru.”

“I know,” he speaks softly before he reaches over to grab your hand. “Darling, she can have a life here. You both can. We’re building up our community stone by stone, but there’s a life to be had amongst these walls, and in the facilities.”

You clench your jaw and slowly slide your hand away from his soft grasp.

“She’s my daughter too, Suguru,” you argue softly at first and finally meet his calm gaze. “I carried her, I birthed her, me. She’s my daughter too. She’s our human daughter who doesn’t deserve to be locked away like some prisoner because of our ideals.”

Suguru holds your gaze and his collected and calm expression falls and forms to express his annoyance.

“She’s still a baby, but what good is it for her to be just at home?” You continue to argue. “I know you don’t like non-sorcerers, I don’t like them either, but Suguru, there’s nothing we can do about it as long as they’re still roaming everywhere. Which is why you can’t control her, she needs to see the world, she doesn’t deserve to just know these walls or these people.”

“I know,” Suguru counters and his face slowly hardens. “And she won’t just know us, there’s many sorcerers she will meet and interact with. There’s a lot of the world she can see without being surrounded by all those people.”

“The world is filled with those people,” you snap back. “It might be a safe place here, but even your facility holds people like that. You can’t hide her from the world, and choose what she has to follow, she’s a baby! She’s two months old, Suguru. And until you manage to get rid of all of them then it’s up to her to decide what she wants to follow, and who she wants to be surrounded by. Until then I will continue to take her out with me. Do you understand, or do you not trust me to take her out?” You ask with frustration seeping out through your heavy breaths.

“I trust you,” Suguru quickly says before he swallows thickly and pulls himself closer to you to try and take your hands.

However, you yank them away and get off the couch instead.

“But,” he continues and slowly gets off the couch too. “I don’t want our daughter out there. What if something happens? What if they do something to all of you when I’m not there? They’re bad people, selfish, and cruel.”

“I know that!” You cut in. “I know that, but I’m with her. I’m with all of them. I’m strong now. You don’t need to worry, and you can’t hide her away because you’re scared of something that hasn’t happened or that will probably never happen.”

“I’m not scared, I’m worried,” he argues and steps towards you, and you let him be close. “I don’t like knowing that she’s out there.”

“So what?” You interject angrily. “Do you prefer us to be locked away here?”

“Yes,” Suguru quickly says, causing you to gasp and step back—“if it keeps you both safe. Then yes. Is that what you want to hear? Does that make me a bad person?”

Your eyes water out of anger, but you don’t shed a tear, you step forward and point your finger at his chest. “Yes,” you sneer and spin around sharply to storm away.

Suguru doesn’t fret to follow after you and continues to argue but in a much quieter voice this time so the twins won’t hear. “Wait, y/n, wait. Listen to me—”

“Don’t,” you interrupt him. “I thought you were someone who let us all live the way we wanted to live without being some dictator, but maybe I’m wrong.”

“It’s not that, and you know it.”

You roll your eyes and make a beeline towards the closet in your room to take out a leather traveling bag, making Suguru quickly change the subject the moment he sees it.

“What are you doing?” He asks quietly as he’s slowly filled with disbelief.

“I’m leaving,” you quickly let him know.

Suguru lags behind as you yank back the drawers of your dresser to throw in your clothes without giving it any thought when you’re usually so precise about what you wear.

“Wait, baby, wait,” he keeps insisting and strides to you to take your wrist and pull you back so you can face him. “Don’t do this. This is plain petty and foolish. You don’t need to leave, let’s talk.”

You shake your head. “If we talk now we won’t go anywhere. It’ll be such an exhausting cycle and we’ll only hurt each other more than you’ve already hurt me. So no,” you make yourself clear and pull your wrists away. “Think about what it is you want. When you’ve come to your senses you can call me and then we can talk. Until then we’re leaving.” You twist around and continue to shove your clothes into the bag before you throw in clothes for Satori.

“No—”

“No,” you cut him off louder as you continue to pack. “No. I know this life you want. I’ve lived that life. I’ve been controlled, I grew up with people like that. We may have not shared the same exact ideals, but I know that life and it may not seem that way now, but if you continue wanting to control Satori’s life without letting her weigh on it, without letting her live in it, then this will turn out like that. Dictators in the shadows who don’t bother to love their children because they’re too busy trying to control them.”

“I’m not like that,” he whispers.

You peer back at him with tears finally crawling down your cheeks as you feel your heartache at what you’re choosing to do. “Not yet,” you say honestly.

“Look,” you sigh. “I don’t like non-sorcerers, I will follow you to the ends of the world to fight for what we want…but until we have the world we want then we have no choice but to endure. I don’t like that so many non-sorcerers are around her either, but you can’t lock her away here. That’s not freedom, and she’ll just grow up either hating us for what we’re keeping her from, or spiteful about the world. I want our daughter to grow up good. In a good home, and with choices that she can take. Until you can understand that then we can come back home.”

Suguru’s eyes begin to gleam with tears, and he parts his lips, but all that comes out is a breath of air.

You still wait and hope he’s come to his senses but he drops his head and remains still, letting you exhale a deep shaky breath before you finish packing and move to get the twins.

“What’s going on?” Mimiko asks.

You sigh deeply and try not to make them worry. “Mimiko, Nanako, grab your jackets and pack some clothes in your empty backpacks, okay? We’re going away for a few days.”

Nanako rubs her eyes and looks at the door before looking at you. “Why?” She asks.

“We’re just getting away from home for a little while, like a trip,” you lie so they don’t worry. “I’m going to get your sister and get the car ready.”

You quickly go out knowing they’ll listen, and when you go into Satori's Room and Suguru is already in there.

“Suguru,” you plead.

“Please,” he insists.

You walk up to him, making him peer back at you.

“I grew up being controlled, I had to rely on my brother to have a sense of freedom…that’s not good. He was a good brother, but it shouldn't have been that way.”

Suguru nods and looks back at Satori. “She doesn’t like being cold, just like you,” he says softly.

You nod and pick her up off her cradle. She moves and groans, but she doesn’t wake up, letting you continue to get her ready to leave.

Once you’ve packed all you need for Satori, and have her neatly tucked in her carrier, you go out to the car and the twins don’t take long to follow. It’s only when you’re all in the car without Suguru that Nanako asks about him watching from the front door.

“Is Geto not coming along?”

You shake your head as you begin to reverse. “No, he’ll catch up to us later.”

“Oh,” Mimiko whispers. “Okay.”

When you’re ready to drive off you spare one last glance at Suguru and frown with discontent since you don’t like doing this, but you can’t live the way he wants. You can’t let your daughters live through that. He needs to realize that. And to do it he needs to think it over alone.

Which is why you drive over to Nanami’s place.

It’s not so late, but you don’t want to drive around looking for a good hotel to stay at. If Suguru doesn’t figure his stuff out by tomorrow then you’ll stay somewhere else. Until then, you go to the home of the only person you have outside of your growing family; your best and most trusted friend.

And when you knock on the door with your daughters and your bags, he opens the door, studies all of you, reads the state you're in, and just like you assumed, he doesn’t ask questions.

“Can we stay here tonight?” You ask regardless.

Nanami nods and steps to the side, letting you all inside before he closes the door behind you.

“Hi Nanami!” Both the twins greet the man happily.

“Hello girls, it’s nice to see you. You can watch TV if you want. It's on, just change it.” He lets them know kindly as you both watch them wander over there already.

“Yay!”

When they’re out of ear shot you face your friend. “I’m sorry, I know it’s getting late, but I didn’t want to be looking around—”

“It’s okay,” he cuts you off. “I don’t work tomorrow either way. I was just watching the news…are you okay?” He doesn’t hold back from asking as the twins plop down on his couch.

“I am,” you assure him after a deep breath.

Nanami studies you to try and read you, but you turn away and walk over to the living room too.

“You can all sleep in my room,” Nanami quickly offers. “It's big enough for all four of you.”

“Nanamin,” you try to argue, but he quickly rebuttals like the gentleman he is.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind the couch. You have three kids, and you’re tired, I am not. I can do the couch.”

You hold his gaze to challenge him, but you’ll go nowhere with him so you just give it up and accept his offer with full-hearted gratitude.

“Thank you,” you whisper with a small smile. “I owe you.”

“Hm.”

You laugh softly and look at the twins now. “Okay, you two, bedtime. It’s late for you both as it is. We can watch TV tomorrow.”

The twins groan, but they don’t argue, letting this progress be a lot easier than you thought it would be. Thankfully.

If only sleep for you could be as easy, but you can’t even keep your eyes closed. You just watch your baby sleeping away without a worry, with her hand on her chest in the same way Suguru sleeps sometimes. You watch her to make sure she’s breathing and see her smile when she seems to have a good dream.

You think of Suguru too. You miss him and it’s only been a few hours.

You miss his smell, his arms, and his lips pressing kisses on you when you’re trying to sleep. Especially after you’ve had sex.

You miss him, but you can’t just drop what you were upset about because of that reason. He needs to know that what he wants isn’t right for his daughter. Everything else doesn’t matter, but she does. The three of them do…

But…what if he doesn’t understand? Will you go back for your daughter's sakes? You won’t be happy with the way he wants things—but do you want them to grow up without both of their parents?

No. He doesn’t want that either, so he’ll understand, he’ll try for you and Satori.

He will…won’t he?

“Damn,” you exhale deeply and sit up.

You need water now…

And surprisingly enough when you go out Nanami is still awake watching some movie.

“Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?” You ask him as you walk to his kitchen.

“Aren’t you?” He counters.

You shrug nonchalantly. “Couldn't.”

“Hm. Yeah, it seems we have that in common.”

Before you grab the cup you say it again. “I’m sorry. You must miss your bed. I’m sorry.”

“Shut up,” he snaps. “I told you it’s fine. And it is, I just can’t sleep. It happens.”

You hum and serve yourself water. Once your cup is halfway, instead of returning to the room, you sit beside him.

“So,” he interjects. “Are you okay? Did he do something?”

You scoff softly and shake your head. “No, no. We had a pretty significant disagreement. I just needed to leave,” you share.

Nanami hums and holds your gaze for a while before he sighs deeply and adds, “if he does something. You tell me.”

You smile softly and pat his hand. “I got it handled if he does. Don’t worry. I’ll just come cry to you after.”

“That’s fine,” he assures you, making your smile widen. “You know my doors are always open for you and the girls.”

You draw in a deep shaky breath and nod in comprehension. “Thank you, Nanamin…” you trail off and your smile falls.

“What?” He inquires as he doesn’t miss your expression.

“What if we never come around to agree? What do I do then?” You voice your concern. “I mean…my home, my life, it’s all there with him. My brother doesn’t talk to me, I left everything behind for Suguru. What if we never agree with each other about this matter?”

Nanami lets out a deep breath and shrugs. “Then you start your life alone with your girls. You have the money and the resources. And if you don’t want that then you kick him out. You’re strong without him. And you didn’t leave for him, you left for yourself. Remember that.”

You sniffle and nod softly, but still argue. “I know, but I guess it’s not really about that is it? He’s all I know.”

“No, now you know your daughters, y/n, you don’t live for him. You live for them and for you. You’re not alone, and if you lose him you still have so much to live for. I mean…today you did a selfish thing for your daughters. And I know you’re married, and I hear your doubts, but you still left for their own good and yours. Don’t you see that? You’re just hurting and overthinking right now that’s all.”

Tears run down your cheeks and even if you still ache at the thought of never getting back with Suguru, Nanami is right. And he does help break that doubting cloud forming over your already pained heart.

“Besides,” he adds. “Besides all that, I’m here.”

You look at him and he gently wraps his hand around yours, making you carefully squeeze him back and smile all wobbly.

“You only have one room,” you point out. “We don’t all fit here.”

Nanami snorts. “You’re the rich one we could move.”

You grin. “By a beach?” You play along.

He nods. “Sure.”

“And we'll have a porch swing?” You continue, making his nose scrunch as he rebuttals.

“We’re getting too ahead of ourselves. I’d be your roommate. Nothing more.”

You never meant it that way, but you still play along and snicker. “Roommate? Until what? You find a girl to go live with? Oh wait, you can’t do that because you don’t talk to any.”

Nanami snatches his hand away, and you chuckle.

“Actually,” he speaks up quietly as he averts his gaze. “A got a number from one of the girls at the restaurant.”

You gasp and lean forward with shock. “What?! Really?!” You ask excitedly.

“Be quiet,” he warns you sharply.

“What? Really?” You whisper and giggle. “That’s so exciting.”

“Damn, do you want to talk to her or what?” He mutters as he sees how excited you’re getting.

“It was the baby wasn’t it?” You probe tauntingly. “Hm?”

Nanami rolls his eyes and hesitates before he nods. “Yeah, it was the baby.”

You gasp and pretend to be wounded. “How could you do that to me? To our baby? It’s a good thing she’s not yours. There I said it.”

Nanami narrows his eyes on you and doesn’t hold back. “You’re so weird.”

You laugh, and he smiles down at his hands.

“Text her tomorrow and say “I just wanted to check if this is the right number or a fluke, is it?” You try to help him out. “And don’t text right away—actually no, don’t wait. I really hated when Suguru would make me wait.”

“No,” Nanami retorts, making you pout. “I’m not taking advice from you. You’ve only been with one man all your life.”

You drop your jaw and touch your chest as if he wounded you. “Untrue—”

“Your middle school boyfriend doesn’t count,” he cuts you off.

You smirk and shake your head. “Nope,” you correct him. “There’s also this other guy before I went to school too. He worked at my family house. He was two years older than me, but he was my boyfriend. Secret boyfriend. No one knew, not even Satoru.”

Nanami shoots you a perplexed gaze so you defend yourself.

“It’s true. He had, uh, brown hair that went down to his shoulders. He had, like, almost hazel eyes. And he was dreamy, but then I left for school so we dumped each other.”

“Still,” he scoffs unconvinced. “I won’t take advice from you.”

You pout and wave him off. “Whatever, whatever,” you dismiss him.

Nanami smiles softly and a moment of silence falls, letting a question sink into his mind he had earlier but never asked for your sake. However, now you’re sitting on a couch, sharing a good and intimate moment without your daughters interrupting, so he needs to ask.

“Why did we leave the restaurant in such a hurry earlier?”

Your smile falls and your shoulders tense at the memory. You almost don’t want to share a thing, but you do because you need to tell someone. “I saw…my father. When I was going to the restroom, I ran into him. He was there, we locked eyes and I just saw…froze. I-I felt scared, but like I still wanted to please him. In the back of my head, I hoped he’d compliment my posture, or-or anything really, but at the same time I was mostly overrun by fear.” You shake your head and scoff. “I felt so powerless, I hated it.”

“It’s normal, he hurt you,” Nanami tries to console you. “That reaction is normal. Did he say anything?”

You shake your head. “He came up to me, but he didn’t say a thing…I’m surprised he even came up to me at all. In his eyes, I’m banished. No one.”

“He probably went up to you looking for your reaction,” Nanami shares.

You huff and nod stiffly. “Yeah,” you whisper and share a breathless laugh. “And I gave him what he wanted. I’m so stupid…and weak.”

“Y/N,” Nanami scolds you.

You sigh. “I’m sorry. I just…I’ve ran scenarios in my head of moments like that happening, and I tell him off, I stand up for myself every time, but when it comes down to it…I can’t even muster the strength to lift my head.”

“You don't need to,” your friend tries to assure you and reaches over to take your hand in his. “You have a life you’re proud of. A life you’re happy about, and

one you’re doing so much in, like being a good mother, a leader, a model, and a strong fearless sorcerer. Let that be enough.”

You wish it could be, but it isn’t. Not when it comes to your parents. But you don’t argue or this will go on for hours. You just smile to assure him and lean your head on his shoulder to find comfort in him.

“Thank you,” you whisper and smoothly change the subject. “You really are my greatest friend. I love you Kento.”

Said man stays quiet for a few minutes before he whispers back, “I love you too.”

You genuinely smile and hug his arm.

“Now try to sleep,” he tells you almost threateningly.

You giggle softly and nod. “I’ll try…” you trail off and close your eyes. He’d prefer you went back to the bed, but he doesn’t move, he lets you snooze off on his shoulder just like you would when you were in school; when you were in the car on your way home after a draining mission.

However, this time he doesn’t wake you up so you can get up, he doesn’t wait for anyone to come wake you up so you can get off him. He leaves you be until you grow uncomfortable and wake up to drag yourself back to bed.

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*THE NEXT MORNING*

Suguru: “I want to talk to you now. I’ll be right there soon.”

He doesn’t even need to ask where you are, he already knows where you went to in your moment of desperation.

Actually, he’d hoped you would come to Nanami’s house and not go to some hotel. So he’s glad you were here.

And you’re glad he’s coming and doesn’t need to ask where you are. You do understand that him coming doesn’t mean there’s a solution, he can still be stuck on his idea, but you did fear he’d just leave you behind and not bother to fight for you and your family.

He wasn’t like that, you know, but you still feared he wouldn’t come.

You even feared that he’d text you and not show up at the last minute…but there he is, standing across the street from Nanami’s apartment building with a bouquet of red hibiscus flowers in his hand, and a tiny smile on his lips; while his long raven black hair flows back because of the light gusts of wind; making him look almost majestic.

Neither of you wait for each other to reach the other, you walk towards each other and meet halfway on the crosswalk.

“You came,” You whisper with relief overflowing from your voice.

Suguru scoffs softly and grabs your shoulders to gently push you back as walks you both away from the crosswalk.

“Of course I did,” he whispers. “You’re my family, my wife, and the mother of my daughter. Of course, I came.”

When you notice you’re by a bench you come to a stop and grab his face, seeing eye bags under his eyes that weren’t there yesterday, while half of his hair isn't tied back, it’s all draped down over his back.

“Suguru you didn’t sleep,” you point out.

Said man lowers his eyes and scoffs. “The house was quiet,” he mumbles. “I woke up at the usual time Satori wakes up to eat, and I couldn’t fall asleep.”

You hum and tilt your head down to meet his gaze. “I couldn't sleep either,” you confess. “And Satori had a hard time. She missed you.”

A soft smile tugs on his lips at the mention.

“I missed you,” you whisper.

Suguru straightens up and puts the flowers on the bench to take your hands and cup them in his grasp, basking your flesh with his warmth.

“I thought about what you said,” he says. “I went over it in my head a hundred times, and you’re right. It’s not fair of me to want our daughter to be kept away because of who I hate. She doesn’t deserve that, neither of them do. You don’t. I…still don’t feel safe having her around all those monkeys,” he says with animosity, “but,” he sighs. “Having her kept behind the four walls of our home won't do her any good.”

With a deep exhale you let out the weight that had sat on your chest since you left and move your hands from his grasp to cradle his hands instead.

“It’s our world too and she deserves to live in it,” he continues. “Once she’s old enough, if I still haven’t given you and her the world you deserve, then she gets to decide what she wants. Until then, who am I to stop her from seeing what this world holds? I can’t hide her. I know that now.”

“Good, good,” you whisper and bring his hands to kiss his knuckles.

Suguru chuckles shyly, and quickly rebuttals by cupping your cheeks and pulling you close.

“I’m sorry,” you cut in as he parts his lips. “There could’ve been a different way to handle things instead of leaving. I’m sorry.”

Suguru shakes his head and argues. “No, no. You did what you thought was right. Forgive me for being arrogant and hardheaded.”

You sigh and nod in agreement. “Let’s…just promise to resolve things before we go to bed, hm? Even if it takes hours let's try and handle things like adults before going to bed angry.”

Suguru hums and nods. “Yeah, I like the sound of that.”

You grin at him and throw your arms around his neck, making him smirk and glance at your lips before he leans in and gently presses his lips on yours to take your lips and begin kissing you as if he’s gone years without tasting you.

Not like you’re any different, you kiss him passionately and with burning desire, making sure to savor every inch of his lips with yours, and taking your time to do it.

However, you do have people waiting on you, so you both pull back even if you ache for more.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your lips. “Will you forgive me?”

“Suguru,” you whisper and smile. “Of course I do. Will you forgive me?”

Your husband grins and nods.

You beam at him and pull him for an embrace, making him wrap his arms around your waist and hold your back.

“I love you,” he murmurs.

“I love you too,” you don’t hesitate to return softly.

You linger in his arms for a while, and when you do eventually pull back he holds onto one hand and pulls you with him as he reaches over to pick up the bouquet.

“This is for you,” he shares and hands you the beautiful flowers.

“Oh,” you coo. “Now how’d you know these were my favorite?”

Suguru shrugs. “My wife told me,” he plays along.

You giggle and press your finger on his chest, making him look down at it and watch as you trace a mindless circle on his toned chest that you feel even through his clothes.

“Now, now,” you speak in a silky voice. “Is this wife of yours—”

“Beautiful?” he cuts you off. “She is.”

You snort and push him back. “I’m going to get the girls and thank Nanami for letting us stay.”

“Okay, I’ll walk with you to help.”

“I should hope so,” you quip and secure your hand around his before you begin walking back towards Nanami’s house.

Once you reach the hall, Suguru stays outside to wait while you walk in and usher the girls to get their things they had already scattered.

Meanwhile, Nanami is worrying. “Are you sure?” He asks.

You nod. “Yeah, we talked it out. We’re okay.”

You buckle Satori in her carrier before you turn to face Nanami and quickly wrap him in an embrace. “Thank you,” you whisper. “Thank you. I know we didn’t stay long, but thank you anyway. I love you, my friend.”

“My door is always open for you and your girls, y/n,” he assures you. “Remember that. So this, it was nothing.”

You pull back and shoot him a grateful smile. “Thank you,” you whisper again. “And text that girl, at least just test the waters, you don’t have to marry her.”

Nanami scoffs, making you smile as you let his hands go. “Text me if she answers. Keep me updated, I want to know everything!”

Nanami doesn’t look convinced, but he still hums in agreement, making you squeal excitedly.

“Okay, okay, I have to go now,” you add and swing your bag over your shoulders before grabbing the carrier. “Let’s hang out again soon to plan something for your birthday. How does that sound?”

Nanami nods. “Yeah,” he mutters. “That sounds good.”

You shoot him a grin and watch the girls run over to the door. “Hey! Say thank you and goodbye,” you remind them.

Both girls run back and hug Nanami.

“Thank you, Nanami,” Mimiko says first sweetly. “I hope to see you again.”

“Yeah,” Nanako says a lot more rushed. “Thanks.”

You sigh in defeat and approach the door to swing it open. “Goodbye Nanamin,” you direct at your friend. “Thank you again.”

Nanami walks over to the door behind the twins but stops behind the door frame before he and Suguru can see each other, only letting his voice travel out.

“Take care, let me know when you get home, yeah?” He says and watches the twins run out to unite with Suguru, while you stop under the door and hand Suguru the carrier before facing Nanami one more time.

“I will,” you assure him and gently pat his cheek. “Thank you,” you say one more time even if it sounds repetitive.

This time he doesn’t turn you down and offers you a faint smile. “Of course,” he says.

You flash him one last smile before you walk away and grab onto Suguru’s hand to walk away with your family.

When Nanami’s door closes Nanako breaks the silence.

“Hey, are we going on our trip now or what?”

Suguru chuckles. “Yeah. Why don’t we do that? Where to?” He asks.

You cut in excitedly before they can. “The beach!”

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The Ties that bind: Farmer’s Market

AN: This takes place in season 6 right after moving day! Enjoy some family bonding!!! 

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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

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You wake up to kisses trailing down your neck. You smile into your pillow and then  giggle when fingers  start tickling your sides.  It becomes all out laughter when a smaller set of hands joins in; you last all of thirty seconds before you’re begging for mercy. 

You watch from below as Aaron and Jack high five each other and glance at the clock and then at your boys, “Why in the world have you woken me up at seven A.M. on a Saturday?” 

Jack starts bouncing a little bit, “We’re going to breakfast and then the farmer’s market! Remember?” 

No. You did not. It had completely slipped your mind.  The mischievous look on Aaron’s face tells you he knows that too. He pats Jack’s back, “Hey bud, why don’t you go finish getting ready while I drag mom out of bed?” 

“Okay.” 

Once he’s gone you look at your boyfriend, “I totally forgot.” 

“I know.” He says it with a smile, and pulls you out of bed. It’s early October and you have a little under three days until Jack’s birthday. His party isn’t until next week and you’re nervous about it. You and Aaron have been planning alongside Jack for nearly a month now. Spencer had babysat while the two of you had gone out and bought his presents; you’d been forced to hide them at Dave’s because he’s at the point where he’s constantly searching for his gifts. 

But since his birthday is on a Monday, you’re having a little family celebration today. Jack is ecstatic because it means he gets a few different birthdays within the week. Tomorrow he’s going with Jess to the Brooks family birthday party for him. 

You pull on your soft jeans and a sweater. Aaron is already dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt. You have just enough time to brush your teeth and head out to a little boy who is bouncing off the walls. 

He jumps into your arms while Aaron plucks two travel mugs from the counter. He passes one to you and takes Jack, who shifts to his dad’s back for a piggy back ride, and the three of you head out. You play his favorite songs as you drive, and you even get Aaron to sing along; he has a nice voice.

You stop for breakfast first-  it’s a neighborhood place devoid of tourists. Jack orders a huge stack of pancakes with chocolate chips and whipped cream. It’s candy for breakfast; Aaron is less than pleased, but he bites his tongue. It doesn’t happen often and you know he’ll get a sugar rush later. 

You settle a hand on Aaron’s thigh and give it a squeeze. He leans over and kisses your cheek. You’re just about done eating when you hear someone call out, “Ms. Reid!” 

Your head turns automatically, and you smile as one of your students approaches. Ken is in your third period junior class. He’s a good student. Your eyes slide to the people behind him: his parents. You know where this is going. 

“Hi Ken.” You stand and offer your hand to his parents as you slip into teacher mode. They introduce themselves with smiles, and then the questions start. They ask how he’s doing, about his assignments, and a bunch of other things. You don’t know everything off the top of your head. You have around a hundred and thirty students, so you offer to call them during the week. You set up a time and turn to Aaron, “Do you have a pen by any chance?” 

He smiles and pulls one out from his pocket. He’s like a boy scout. You write everything down on a napkin, and Ms. Jones asks, “Is this your husband and son?” 

Your eyes slide to Aaron and you straighten. These people aren’t entitled to your personal life, but you know how rumors fly. Whatever is said or observed here will circulate among the students. Spotting a teacher outside of school is always strange for students. You’ve held parent teacher conferences everywhere from the frozen food aisle of a grocery store to an amusement park. 

“This is Aaron and Jack Hotchner,” it’s the least complicated way you can think of explaining things. Aaron shakes hands with the parents and gives a polite hello. Jack on the other hand looks decidedly pouty. 

Instead of saying hello, he says, “Mom. Can we go to the farmer’s market now?” He moves out of his chair and hugs your legs. He’s staring at Ken. 

Ken’s mom is quick to say, “Oh, I am so sorry! We didn’t even think about intruding. I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay. Have a good rest of your day.” 

You watch them go and sit back down. Aaron is giving you an amused look. “So that’s one of your students?” 

“Yeah, that’s one of my kids.” 

“He seems nice.” 

“He’s a good kid. He’s not a big fan of English class, he’s more into Math and Science. But he tries, and that’s what matters.”

You’re stopped from saying anything else when Jack climbs into your lap and latches on. You give Aaron a surprised look. “You ready to go birthday boy?” 

“Yep!” But he doesn’t let go, instead, he stays wrapped around you as you head back to the car. You hit the farmer’s market next and by the time you’re walking around, Jack seems back to himself. He stays in between you and Aaron, holding each of your hands. 

He gets to pick out quite a few things such as homemade chocolates and treats. You also pick up some jams and fresh bread as well. Then Jack spots a small little succulent. He looks up at you and Aaron, “Can I get it? Please?” 

It’s an unusual request for a birthday, but you don’t see why he can’t have it. Neither does Aaron; he carries the little plant for the rest of the morning. You’re just finishing up when you hear, “Ms. Reid!” Another student: Mariah. 

“Hi Mariah. What are you doing here?” 

“I work for the raw honey booth. My uncle owns it.” 

“That’s great. Aaron, Jack, this is one of my kids, Mariah. Mariah, this is Mr. Hotchner, and this is Jack.” 

Jack wraps his free arm around your legs and presses into your side. Mariah says hello and spends a few more minutes talking before heading back to work. You look down to find Jack glaring at you. 

“Jack?” 

“She’s not your kid!” 

The outburst has your eyes widening. You look at Aaron who looks hesitant. “Why don’t I meet the two of you at the car,” you say as you take Jack’s new plant so Aaron can pick him up and carry him. 

You make your way back slowly to the car. By the time you reach it, Aaron is waiting and Jack is in the car. You stop next to him, and wait. Aaron is quick to explain, “He’s jealous. He’s afraid someone is going to take you away like Foyet took Haley away.” 

He runs a hand over his face. “I don’t know what to do. I called his therapist but he wasn’t in. . .” 

You reach over and take his hand, “We’ve been really lucky, Aaron. He’s handled things really well, but Haley’s death is a trauma and we both know how that goes. It’s something that needs to be addressed in therapy and in the meantime I can reassure him that I’m not going anywhere. I also think that we may need to talk about Haley more.” 

He swallows, “I don’t want to make him sad.” 

You cup his face, “She’s his mom, Aaron. He needs to be able to talk about her. You need to be able to talk about her. So, why don’t you take him to visit her and go get ice cream after dropping me off at home? I’ll put this stuff up and take Remmy for a walk.”

“You sure?” 

“Positive.”

The drive is silent on the way back. When you reach the apartment you tell your boys that you love them and grab the bags and head inside. Remmy is waiting. You put up all the groceries and then put Jack’s little plant on his bedside table. 

You expect your feelings to be hurt and they are but they aren’t. Jack has been through a lot, and so has Aaron. Becoming a new family takes work -  there’s bound to be bumps in the road. But you think of Jack as yours even though he isn’t biologically. No one ever said life wasn’t complicated. You turn to face Remmy, and his head butts your leg; you reach down to pet him before grabbing his leash. 

You take a longer walk than you intend so you have to stop at the park and give Remmy a chance to rest. He’s an older dog and every part of you wishes you’d gotten him as a puppy. But you also know that your nearly senior dog is the perfect pace for your family. 

You head back a little bit later but Aaron and Jack aren’t back yet so you head back to your room to take a nap. Remmy shimmies under the bed and does the same. 

You wake up to a hand on your cheek and open your eyes to find Jack there. He has a look on his face and you open your arms Where he  dives in for a hug and you kiss his head. “Daddy and I went to see mom.” 

“Yeah?” 

“I told her about you and Halloween and uncle Spencer and Aunt Jess.” 

“That’s so good, baby.” 

“I love you, mommy.” 

“I love you too, baby.” 

He snuggles in and that’s when you see Aaron in the doorway. He pads around to the other side of the bed and crawls in behind you. His chest presses against your back and his arms go around you and Jack. 

When you wake up, Jack seems to be in a better mood. Aaron doesn’t tell you what he and Jack talked about and you don’t ask. They need to be able to have moments as father and son.  Aaron seems to realize you understand that. As Jack goes to get his legos to play, Aaron pulls you in close and kisses you. 

You ask one question, “Is he okay?” 

“Yes. He knows you aren’t going anywhere and that you love him dearly. His therapist called me back, they’re going to talk about it during the next session. We’ll get through it.” 

“I know.” And as you play legos, order pizza for dinner, and finish the night with a movie, you know that your little family will be just fine. 

[impala1967dwinchester]

Rowena Macleod- Spa Day

Pairing: Rowena M. x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, Fluff, flirting, touchy-feely, charming, sweetness, Implies smut-ish.

Summary/Imagine: Rowena and you go for a girls' day out.

Word Count: 715

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers, being submitted to Imagine Master List

Main Master List // Imagine Master List

"Here we are darling," Rowena said pointing out the list she had written out nicely on a long piece of parchment paper. “Ro this is too much.” You say to her looking down at her amazing handwriting. “Oh please dear, nothing is too much for you,” Rowena says winking at me, before taking a sip of her champagne.

“Ro-Rowena, really this isn’t all this necessary.” You try stuttering over your words. According to her lovely list, Rowena had planned a day of comfort and style. Which was like her, but the silly little thing was that the last time you had been out to just be out was years ago. Which now felt like eons ago.

“Dearie listen, you and I both know that you need a day off. Those Winchester boys have you chasing your own tail sometimes.” She says tosing her red vibrant hair over her shoulder. A small sigh leaves your lips, as her words shock into your mind and body.

“Y/n sweetie just for today you can try to relax.” She speaks as she walks around me. Her heels click against the tile flooring. I shake my head, “Fine Ro, but nothing as dramatic as your here list says.” You say handing her back the list. Her fingers barely graze over yours, and it sends a spark up your arm.

As Rowena and you drive up to the first stop, you get out. Helping Rowena out as she climbs from the car. “Now this is a great way to start off a spa day, yes?” Rowena asks. You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know Ro.” It’s an honest answer, seeing as the last time you went into a salon was nearly twelve years ago.

“What can you possibly mean you don’t know?” Rowena asks grabbing my hands and dragging me behind her to the salon’s front door. “Now you let me doing all the talking sweetie,” Rowena says linking her fingers together, and walking confidently to the front desk.

“I have an appointment,” Rowena says, the younger man at the desk looks through his book. “Macleod?” He questions a confident hum is all you hear from Rowena. He leads us into an empty room. “Your stylist will be with you in a moment, Ms. Macleod.” He says walking away.

“See dearie, I set up a little appointment. When was the last time you had a haircut?” Rowena asks you. “I mean I had one that Dean.” She stops you putting a finger up to your lips shutting your thought down. The feeling of her finger up against your lips sends a shiver down your spine.

“Don’t you dare say that you let Ken doll cut your beautiful hair!” Rowena demands. Her voice seeming serious. “Opps,” You say with a shrug of your shoulders. After your appointment with the salon, you walked out feeling lighter than before. Like You had wings and could fly. “Look at you dearie. You look stunning.” Ro said bouncing the ends of your hair with her hand.

A car rolled up, Rowena climbed in partially dragging me in behind her. “Driver, can you pull up the privacy window please,” Rowena says with a wink to him. As the window comes up it leaves us in silence. Rowena turns and looks me up and down. “You know dearie. You never looked sexier than you do right now.” Rowena said, resting her hand on your thigh, her fingernails digging gently into your jean-covered thigh.

“Ro-Rowena?” You hesitate to say. She hums. “Wh-what are you planning over there?” You ask even though your stuttering words. “Not every form of a spa day means we ever have to leave the back of this car dearie.” She said

She kisses your neck leaving the small print of her red lipstick behind. Your skin tingles as her lips leave your neck. “Are you ever going to warn me when you do things like this?” You ask under your breath.

Like magic she’s right at your ear, her breathing sends a shiver down your spine. “Dearie if I did that it wouldn’t be this exciting.” A small wink, and we stop. “Let’s go, love, we’ve got another appointment to go to.” She says pulling my solid body from the back of the car.

Completed on: 08/15/2021

Posted on: 08/17/2021

[crybabykiko]

Brainrot Kinktober 10/25

crybaby

Dacryphilia: Sakusa Kiyoomi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: crying, kinda unhealthy-ish conflict resolution?, Sakusa is mean, Sakusa is a Pisces(we’re like that I apologize on the behalf of us all), light degradation, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex, a lil namecalling too, orgasm denial, overall kinda unhealthy established relationship if you squint

Word Count: 1.1k

Brainrot Kinktober Mlist

Day 3 of not talking. When Sakusa was mean, he was mean. Your boyfriend was definitely a master at holding a grudge. You couldn’t even remember what you were fighting about, but it was day 3 of the silent treatment, and Sakusa didn’t come home last night. You stayed up worried sick until you had gotten a text from Hinata that he was crashing with him for the night, and that was how you knew you were in for it- Sakusa would NEVER stay at anyone’s house overnight, let alone Hinata.

When you heard the faint beep of your keypad lock, your eyes darted to the door, only for Sakusa to enter, remove his shoes, drop his duffle bag to the floor and head up to your bedroom- not a word or acknowledgment of your presence made. It was tearing you apart, and you couldn’t take it anymore. You hurried after him, the thud in your chest rising as the handle of the faucet behind your eyes started to twist.

“WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME?!?” You shouted tearfully.

Even with his eyes affixed to yours, Sakusa was a stone. More tears welled in your eyes until finally the first few started to fall.

“I don’t even know what I did, how am I supposed to fix anything if you won’t tell me what I did,” you choked out.

“There you go again, being a fucking crybaby,” Sakusa spat. You had caught him in the middle of changing into clean clothes, his shirt was discarded with the dirty laundry as he started to take off his sweats. He crossed the room to you, still crying about whatever it was that had caused the rift between you two this time.

Taking your hands, Sakusa kissed one of your palms before bringing it down to his boxers, where you could feel his cock. It was rock hard against the fabric, begging to be released.

“If you want to fix it so bad, get on your knees,” he commanded.

“Wh- Kiy- I-,” you sniffled. “What do you-“

“You heard me, Princess,” he snarled.

“If you want to fix it so bad, get on your knees.”

It always happens this way. There was just something about the way you looked when you cried that just... flipped a switch in Sakusa. Instinctively, you lowered yourself to the ground, thumb hooking itself into the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down with a fluid motion. As his cock sprang up to hit his abdomen, you slowly and cautiously ran a finger over the prominent vein on the underside before positioning your mouth over the tip and taking him into your mouth.

“That’s it,” he purred in approval. “Come on, keep sucking.”

You looked up at him with your wet eyes and tear stained cheeks, and Sakusa let out a guttural moan. One hand began to follow the motions of your mouth, twisting and pumping at his length as you went down on him. His hands found your head, pushing you down further as he began to fuck your face, causing you to gag a little, more tears streaming down your face.

“You’re such a fucking crybaby,” Sakusa hissed. “Mmmph- all you do is- ah- cry.”

He pulled you off of him, eyes locked on yours. Your face was stained with smudged eyeliner and mascara, spit dripping from the corners of your mouth.

“You’re a mess,” your boyfriend remarked, picking you up and propping you up on the mattress, ass high in the air. Pulling your shorts and panties to your knees, he lined his cock at your entrance, rubbing the tip into the slick that had pooled between your legs. Sakusa struck your ass harshly as he sunk himself into your pussy, swallowing him snugly.

“Omi please,” you pleaded at the feeling of his cock stretching your walls.

“Please what?” He asked.

“Please fuck me, pleasepleaseplease” you chant, nearly begging for some type of motion, any friction against the dull ache growing in your abdomen.

He rolled his hips once, a wanton moan escaping your lips as he did. Then another, each thrust painstakingly slow as to punish you.

“Kiyoomi, please,” you pleaded, starting to move your own hips and fuck yourself on his cock. He spanked you once again, stopping your motions with a displeased whine.

“I’m not going to fuck you until you apologize,” he grunted. “Apologize for being a messy fucking crybaby.”

You whimpered in response to his words. They stung, but the lack of movement stung even more. You just wanted to feel full with Sakusa’s cock. It was all you could think about.

“I’m waiting,” Sakusa said flatly. He could do this all day. But you wanted your punishment over with.

“I’m sorry, Omi,” you sobbed. “I’m sorry for being a messy crybaby.”

Pleased, he started to rapidly drill into your cunt.

“Good girl,” he groaned, thumbs digging into the dimples of your back as he held onto your waist. You didn’t stop crying though- instead you found your sniffles entangled kitten-like mewls as Sakusa pulled you up by your hair. Your back was flush against his chest as he continued pounding you, letting out a low growl into your ear.

“You know you shouldn’t cry unless I’m tearing your pretty little cunt apart, god, you’re so fucking pretty like this.”

Loud yelps and curses flew from both your mouths as he fucked you into the mattress- your cries of sadness having been replaced by cries of pleasure and garbled moans from the back of your throat at the feeling of one of Sakusa’s hands massaging your clit. A blistering heat spread from your core to everywhere else in your body at the contact he made with your sensitive nerves.

“Look at my pretty little flower all ready to bloom for me,” he remarked, feeling your walls start to spasm and clench on his length. These were the first loving words you had heard from him in days. You heart- and your hole- fluttered in response.

“Fuck- Kiyoomi, I-“ the white hot pleasure that had been blistering through your body had suddenly fizzled out almost immediately, a sudden loss of contact ruining the high you were chasing.

Sakusa pulled out of you, leaving you there on the bed.

“I’m gonna go shower,” he began, kissing your face and murmuring a muffled “love you” against your temple.

“You should... probably wash your face... the salt is gonna dry out your skin.”

He set you up. That asshole. He was going to hold onto this as long as he possibly could.

You were confused at first, angry a little, frustrated that your orgasm was ruined- but you remembered your punishment.

“This isn’t fair,” you whined, sitting up as you watched him head for the bathroom.

“What are you gonna do? Cry about it?” Sakusa teased, closing the bathroom door behind him.

Seeing the position you were in, you could make no demands. Following him into the shower, you could only hope that even though the silent treatment was over, your day of ‘working things out’ with Sakusa was just beginning.

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[ceruleanskies]

castelia’s champions (l.dh)- chapter 2

details: pokemon trainer!au, champion!haechan, champion!reader, suggestive 

warnings: a little bit of violence, mentions of anxiety, team plasma being dicks

pairing: NCT’s Haechan X fem!reader (ft. Jeno)

a/n: alternative title for this chapter is ‘it’s been six fucking months this shit better be good, kai’. i’m so sorry for the wait :((

His flinching at your question was the only answer you needed from him.

“Team Plasma stole them, didn’t they?” He nods slowly and you sit down next to him, pulling him into a hug. Your hand moves to the back of his neck and he buries his face into your shoulder. His shoulders begin to shake, and for a little while you thought he was laughing. It was only when feel a warm liquid drip onto your shoulder that you realised he was crying. It was heartbreaking to witness and you wanted nothing more than to help him.  

It was so strange to see him in this state. Lee Donghyuck, the infamous Champion of Castelia City’s underground Battle Arena, the playboy who could melt any girls’ heart, the boy who obliterated his opponents’ Pokémon without so much as batting an eyelid, crying his eyes out. He was vulnerable, upset, distraught. You felt a pain in your chest at the sound of his sobs, and you wanted nothing more to take his pain away. All of the competitiveness you felt against him dissipated as he cried, and those feelings were replaced with nothing but pure care and affection.  

You knew he was inconsolable, especially in this state. It pained you more than anything to see him like this, and you just let him cry onto you. You didn’t say anything as he cried onto you. It was quiet, small sobs that shook his shoulders. Only after he calmed down a little while later did you try and ask him what happened.  

“Who did they take, Donghyuck?” You ask him softly and he sniffles. His head moves from your shoulder and you get a good look at his face. His eyes are red and puffy from crying, his lips a pink colour. His nose was also tinted red and he kept on sniffling.  

“Dragalge, Aegislash, Aerodactyl and Sceptile.” Your brows furrow.  

“Where’s Blaziken?” He produces a Pokéball and presses the button in the centre. You gasp at the sight of Blaziken before you, and even Mimikyu expresses her shock by rushing into your room and bringing you a Full Restore. Blaziken was badly poisoned and appeared confused, too. Evident burns left the once proud red feathers that covered his body patchy and sparse. He kept faltering, losing its footing, looking like he was on the verge of collapsing. You grab the Full Restore that Mimikyu retrieved for you and use it on Blaziken. Thankfully, it does its job and the wounds on his body heal themselves. Donghyuck watches on and tackles his companion into a hug when he knows Blaziken’s alright.  

What Donghyuck wasn’t expecting was for his partner to throw him off, an action that shocks your rival. He crashes into the sofa, a groan escaping him when his back hits the sofa. Blaziken turns on you, and you stand your ground, despite being absolutely terrified in the presence of the taller Pokémon. Your fear causes the Master Ball on the table to rattle furiously.  

“Y/N! Look out!” Donghyuck calls out and you turn to see Blaziken lunge towards you. Everything happens in slow-motion after that. You see a flash of light as Mewtwo bursts out of its Pokéball to come to your aid. It stands in front of you protectively, concealing you from the intense gaze of Blaziken. Mewtwo had a height advantage over Blaziken and stared him down ferociously, to the point where Blaziken was no longer driven by fury. He let his head hang in submission, and you place a hand on Mewtwo’s shoulder. You could feel Mewtwo’s overwhelming power, something that makes you take a couple of steps back. Mewtwo carries on its stare-down with Blaziken until Donghyuck’s companion snaps out of his daze. When his eyes fall on his Trainer, he recoils another step.  

“Ken?” Blaziken lets out a cry. You look from Blaziken to Mewtwo. Your Pokémon had no expression on its face, simply wearing that same mask of neutrality it always does. Blaziken’s cry hung in the air, carried by the deafening silence that followed it. Mewtwo carried on staring at him, making the smaller Pokémon quiver in fear.  

“Mewtwo.” Your voice was commanding and firm. Your Pokémon turned to look at you and instantly its eyes softened. It came closer to you and moved behind you. You look back at Donghyuck and he once again launches himself at Blaziken, but this time he wasn’t thrown off.  

“Thank you, Y/N.” You cup your elbow awkwardly, simply acknowledging his gratitude with a nod of your head.  

“Least I could do. Besides, you’ve got to thank Mewtwo.” He chuckles nervously and scratches the back of his head.

“Could you do that? I-uh… Mewtwo kind of scares the shit out of me.” You find yourself chuckling at that. But a part of you was still confused as to why Blaziken acted out the way he did. You turn to face Mewtwo and it stretches its paw out. You take it and feel yourself being transported to a vision.

Instantly, you recognise the area that you’re in. A small alleyway not so far from your house. It was dimly lit by a flickering lamppost at the mouth of the alley. The early morning sun was blocked out by the concrete high-rise buildings. Your eyes travelled down to the end of the lane, heart seizing when you see Donghyuck and Blaziken cornered by a Volcarona, Seviper, Scolipede and their Trainers. The first one, Seviper’s owner, steps forward.  

“You’re no match for us. Give us your Pokémon and we’ll let you go.” Donghyuck’s eyes darken. Anger was an unfamiliar accessory on his face, and the expression he wore made you tremble. The first of them chuckles, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. You tried to break out of Mewtwo’s grasp as you watched on, but you were kept still by the bond you two shared. You wriggled in its grip to no avail. You wanted to help Donghyuck, but all you could do was watch on helplessly like a deer in headlights.  

“You’re just a kid. Give up already, you’re weak.” Donghyuck flinched, his cold exterior broken instantly by those two words. For as long as you'd known him, that was the one thing that hit a nerve whenever someone insulted him. Especially because he’d trained so damn hard to become one of the best trainers there ever was. The other two grunts frisked him and took four of his Pokéballs. Then, they took turns beating him up. They landed blow after blow, kicks and punches until he coughed up blood.  

“Volcarona, use Flamethrower!”  

You cried out, a sob that had been building in your throat escaping you. Hot tears etched their way into your skin. Blaziken stepped in the way of the fire, protecting his partner from the intense heat emanating from that alleyway. When the fire dies down, you see Blaziken in that same dazed state that he was in at your house. The three grunts leave, and the odour of singed feathers filled the air. Blaziken lost its footing and fell against the wall, breathing heavy and laboured. Donghyuck returns him to a Pokéball, eyes brimming with tears. You watch on as he tried to stand, falling again and again, clutching his stomach. He wiped the tears that fell from his eyes on the cuff of his jacket and leaned against the wall, mouth open in a silent scream.  

Your eyes open, where you’re met with Mewtwo’s intense gaze. You break eye-contact and look over at Donghyuck, who is nursing his Blaziken. He looks over at you, a confused expression on his face at the tears brimming in your eyes.  

“You were making these weird noises. It sounded like you were crying. What did Mewtwo show you?” He asks, curiosity evident in his voice. You were dumbfounded. Donghyuck had four of his most prized Pokémon ripped from him by Team Plasma and he was sat opposite you, wandering what Mewtwo had showed you. Before you could register what you were doing, you walked over to Donghyuck and pulled him into a tight hug. He stills, confused.  

“Donghyuck, I’m so sorry.” Your eyes filled with tears, and you felt his arms wrap around your waist. He hisses lightly when your fingers brush against a cut on his cheekbone and you draw away immediately. He looks up at you, eyes filled with vulnerability. You tear your gaze away from him and pick up the first aid kit. You round the table and unzip the pouch, feeling Donghyuck’s eyes on you as you do so. You turn back to him with an alcohol wipe and carefully dab at his cheekbone. He hisses sharply and you mutter a quiet apology. You dab a little more this time and Donghyuck grabs your wrist. You immediately draw away from him, apologising over and over again. You didn’t want to hurt him, yet here you were. When you drew away, he softened and let go of your wrist.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to. It just happened on impulse; I’m not used to people doing this for me.” You nod and go back to fussing over him, unwrapping plasters and carefully placing them over the cuts on his face. You dab at his lip to get rid of the blood there and only notice how close your faces are when you look up into his eyes. His gaze was calm, yet there was still something hidden underneath it.  

“Hyuck…” You’re left breathless by him. His distinctive scent of vanilla and fabric softener wafted up your nostrils. It was intoxicating, left you craving more. You move your face so that your eyes are level with his and his eyes scan your face, taking in every detail. You feel your cheeks warm as his hand moves to cup your cheek. He moves in closer and closer, until his lips brush against yours. He’s about to completely close the distance between you, but you’re rudely interrupted by the siren-like ringing of your PokéGear. You spring away from him and run into your room to retrieve the device.  

“Hello?” You walk back out of your room and Donghyuck looks over at you, expression now guarded. You couldn’t help but let a pang of guilt flood through you, wondering what could have happened if your PokéGear hadn’t gone off.  

“Y/N? It’s Jeno,” The voice on the other line says. “Are you with Donghyuck right now?” Your brows furrow.  

“Yeah, why? Is there something wrong?” You ask him.  

“You know his Pokémon were taken today, right?” You bite your lip.  

“Yeah, he came to mine and Renjun’s place looking pretty worse for wear. How did you know?” You ask him.

“His Pokémon are in such high demand, Y/N. The grunts that stole them must be incredibly proud of themselves. I know my father will be proud of them.” He spits out the last sentence, a bitter tone enveloping his voice. You glance over at Donghyuck, who simply keeps staring at you.  

“Do you know what they’re doing with them?” You ask Jeno.

“They want to liberate all Pokémon from their trainers. By showing the world that they’ve re-captured higher demand Pokémon it means that more people give theirs up willingly.” Your fist clenches.  

“What do you think are the chances of success if I snuck in and took them back?” Donghyuck’s expression morphs into one of surprise.  

“By yourself? Next to none. With me? Pretty high. I can slip you and Donghyuck in, without much of a problem. You’ll just need to dress up as members of Team Plasma in order for me to be able to get you in. I’ll bring you and him some uniforms tonight and we can go through how we can get his Pokémon back. Sound like a plan?” You meet eyes with Donghyuck and feel a stone drop in the pit of your stomach at his expression. There was something missing from his eyes, something that you couldn’t quite place. His hair fell in his face, partially blocking his eyes from you.  

“Y/N, are you still there?” Jeno’s voice cuts through your thoughts.  

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Sorry. Are you gonna come over tonight?” You ask him and he simply gives a grunt.

“I’ll see you tonight, gorgeous.” The line cuts and you take the PokéGear away from your ear.  

“That was Jeno. He said he’ll be able to sneak us into Team Plasma’s HQ to get your Pokémon back.” You move to sit next to him on the sofa and take his hand in yours. He avoids your gaze and you sigh. You pick up the cotton swab and dip it back in the alcohol. You carefully press it to the cut on his cheekbone and he hisses again. You mutter another ‘sorry’ as you carry on cleaning the wound. Donghyuck’s grip on the sofa’s armrest tightens. You take the rubbing alcohol away from his wound and carefully place butterfly stitches on the cut.  

“I’m so sorry that it hurt so much, Donghyuck.” He simply nods.  

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For taking me in. You could have just rejected me then and there, but you didn’t. And I have to thank you for that.” He carefully approaches you again and wraps his arms around your frame. You breathe in his scent and you’re instantly reminded of Littleroot. The vanilla scent of his skin sent memories of his house flickering in your mind and, for the first time since you both left Hoenn, you felt safe. You felt like you belonged together. Haechan pats your hair and his hand moves down your back, travelling further and further south until he reaches the small of it, just above the band of your shorts.

“Hyuck…” You draw your face away from his shoulder and he brings his lips to yours. It’s rougher than the first kiss, you can feel everything he feels for you in that kiss. His lips move against yours in sync, and all at once you feel both starved and full of air. You were hit with waves of passion, all directed at the boy you were kissing. Your hands weaved through his hair, and you feel his tongue pressing against your lips, asking for entrance. Lips still connected, you swing a leg over his hip and straddle him, arms draped over his shoulders.  

Kissing Donghyuck was everything you wanted it to be and more. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating. Every movement of your lips against his had you craving more and more.

“Y/N, I-oh fuck!” The sound of Renjun’s voice echoing through the apartment- as well as his Altaria’s ear-piercing screech- makes you and Donghyuck pull away from one another, and you feel your face burn. You carefully shift off of his lap and begin to clear away the bandages’ wrapping, avoiding Renjun’s questioning stare. You glance momentarily at Donghyuck before taking the rest of the rubbish and putting it in the bin in the kitchen. Without making eye contact with neither Renjun nor Donghyuck, you clear your throat a little and focus your gaze on the plant-pot that sits on the coffee table, ignoring the soreness of your lips as a result of Donghyuck’s kisses.  

“Jeno’s coming over in a little while to help us plan how to get Hyuck’s Pokémon back.” You look up at Renjun, who still wears the same shell-shocked expression on his face.

“Renjun?” He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, as if trying to formulate a sentence, but he just couldn’t. He looks from you to Donghyuck, back to you, hoping that you’d catch onto what he was trying to insinuate. You feel your cheeks heat up and you look at your bare feet, as if you’d been scolded by a teacher.

“So…” Donghyuck tails off, his words turning stale in the air. Seconds pass. Then minutes. Renjun clears his throat.

“I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting to see the two of you playing tonsil tennis on our sofa.” Donghyuck takes his bottom lip between his teeth and stands up. He holds out his hand to Renjun for the elder of the two to shake. Renjun takes his hand hesitantly, shaking it with the same hesitation.  

“I’m Donghyuck.”

“I know,” Your flatmate replies curtly, evidently still shell-shocked at walking in on you and him.

“You are…?” Donghyuck trails off.

“Y/N’s roommate. Renjun.” The two of them part and the same awkward air descends on the three of you. Donghyuck scratches the back of his head and bites the inside of his cheek.

“Who’s Jeno, then?” Donghyuck asks, attempting to diffuse the tension that hung between the three of you. You look over at him.

“He’s the son of the head of team Plasma.” Donghyuck’s head whips up to face you and the look on his face tells you that he’s anything but enthralled about meeting Jeno, someone who belongs to the organisation that stole his beloved Pokémon. You walk over to him and place a hand on his. He looks down at your hands and then searches your face with a gaze that screams vulnerability. You interlink his fingers with yours and feel a warmth spread through your chest.  

“Jeno hates the organisation that his father created as much as you, Hyuck. He’ll do anything to put a stop to what they’re doing and by helping you, he’s one step closer to doing just that.” The look on Donghyuck’s face told you he wasn’t exactly convinced. You squeeze his hand reassuringly and he looks down at your interlinked fingers.  

“You can trust him. I promise you that, Hyuck.”  

When the sun had set beneath the horizon and the lights from the buildings illuminated the city, your heart began to pound in excitement. You never thought that you’d break into Team Plasma’s building with the help of the creator’s son, and you were beyond excited to carry it out. There was, of course, a huge part of you that was terrified for your life and the safety of your prized Pokémon, especially Mewtwo. It had taken months for you to prove yourself worthy to the Pokémon and you weren’t going to give it up without fighting tooth and nail. You were practically bouncing off the walls by the time Jeno knocked on your door and Renjun opened it.  

It had been a while since you had seen the son of Team Plasma’s head, and you were sure of one thing. That time had been immensely kind to him. Jeno’s once black hair was now bleach-blond and slicked back from his face. His facial structure had become more prominent, cheekbones sharp enough to cut yourself on. His lips were plush and pink, and you could feel your knees go weak when he looked you up and down, a smirk on his face.  

“Well, if it isn’t the new Champion of the Castelia City Battle Arena.”

“There’s gotta be a shorter name for that, doesn’t there?” Renjun interjects, eliciting a small chuckle from the drop-dead gorgeous blond boy stood at your door. You move out of the way and Jeno strides in, taking you by the hand and pressing a soft, feather-like kiss to your knuckle. You had to admit, Jeno knew how to make a girl swoon. You turn to face Donghyuck and Renjun, taken aback by the irate expression on Donghyuck’s face. Jealousy marred his features, and he was staring at Jeno like he wanted to punch him in the face.  

Jeno appeared to be oblivious to Donghyuck’s death stare as he smiled sweetly at the silver-haired boy, eyes forming half-crescents as he smiles. He sticks out his hand for Donghyuck to shake, the smile on his face still genuine.  

“Don’t take it personally, ex-Champ. If anyone was going to be able to dethrone you, my money would have been on Y/N.” You can’t help but let your heart flutter at his compliment. Jeno wasn’t wrong. You had been training for a long, long time. Taking on each and every trainer you came across. You built up a reputation of being unbeatable, and that was what spurred you on to carry on being the strongest trainer there was.

“Anyway, I digress. You both want to break into Team Plasma’s headquarters. Am I right or am I right?” Donghyuck nods at Jeno and you could have sworn you heard Renjun’s jaw hit the floor.

“That’s a suicide mission. Y/N, your Pokémon will get taken too-”

“Renjun, I’ll be careful. If it means getting Hyuck his Pokémon back, it’s worth the risk.” You turn back to Jeno and he pulls out his phone. Up pops a hologram of the Team Plasma headquarters- a feat of technology that originated from the depths of Team Plasma’s lab.

“Before I came to yours I made sure to find out where Donghyuck’s Pokémon are being kept. Because they’re notably valuable they’ll be guarded by stronger Grunts in the basement of the castle. Y/N, I’ll come with you to retrieve Donghyuck’s Pokémon. Donghyuck, you and Renjun will be keeping watch for us in case-”

“What makes you think I’m coming?” Renjun cuts in. His Altaria emulates his tone of incredulity with its cry. You and Jeno simply exchange a glance.

“Renjun, you’re always complaining about how I never invite you on thrill-seeking adventures. You didn’t stop whining about the time I went into the Distortion World to catch Giratina. I hadn’t even met you then! Geez, for someone who complains so much about things like this, you sure as hell don't want to come along-”

“Alright!” He cuts you off. You smirk confidently and turn back to Jeno, for him to carry on talking.

“You went to the Distortion World?” He asks you and you roll your eyes.

“Giratina’s with my mum back in Littleroot. Is this really relevant?” The image of your mother taking care of one of the most feared Pokémon in the known world made Donghyuck chuckle a little. Jeno clears his throat and points to a room on the hologram.  

“Y/N and I will go in here. The guards that supervise this room tend to be pretty strict with who they let in and out. You’ll find a Plasma Lieutenant’s uniform in the bag I brought. Our cover will be that you’ve been recruited with me as your superior and I’m giving you the tour of the facility. When we’re in, we’ll grab Donghyuck’s Pokémon and get the hell out of there.”

In theory, the plan seemed fairly simple. You gathered up the bag and walked into your room to change into the uniform Jeno had brought. When you’ve put it on and look at yourself in the mirror, it takes you all of your self control to not step out of the room and set Blacephalon onto Jeno for making you wear the ridiculous outfit. A grey spandex bodysuit and a gilet that reminded you of a life vest was what you had on your body.  

When you walk back out, the visual of Jeno’s and Donghyuck’s jaws going slack wasn’t the one you had in mind. You were expecting them to laugh in your face, instead they were both staring at you with a primitive look in their eyes.  

“We should go.” Neither Jeno nor Donghyuck moved an inch, and Renjun’s Altaria had to use Pluck to get the both of them to stop staring at you. The ride to Team Plasma’ headquarters was deafeningly silent, everyone was running through their own individual role in the plan. You had to admit, you were surprised when Donghyuck was so complacent with not being directly involved in getting his Pokémon back. It made everything easier, but you weren’t expecting him to stop you just as the four of you were about to enter the headquarters.

“Y/N. A word?” You turn back to Jeno and Renjun.  

“We’ll wait inside,” Your best friend takes Jeno’s arm and leads him inside, leaving you alone with Donghyuck in the still night air. The silence that hung between you was tense as both you and he remembered the passionate kiss you two had shared.  

“Y/N, I wanted to thank you for doing this.” You snap out of your thoughts. Donghyuck was scratching the back of his neck and looking at the floor. It was the first time in a while that you’d seen him nervous.  

“You need to be careful around Jeno. I know Renjun told you that before, but I agree with him. He’s Team Plasma’s boss’ son. I don’t know how far we can trust him.” You interlink your fingers with Donghyuck’s and kiss his knuckles.

“We can trust him. I promise you.” You kiss his cheek.

“How about… after all this… we leave Castelia? Go and explore the world beyond Unova. I heard that Galar’s pretty nice. We don’t even have to worry about money, either. You and I both know we’re well supported until we’re ancient.” A small smile forms on his lips and he pulls you into a hug.  

“We’ll get through this. And when we do, you’ll be telling me all about how in the world you managed to get into the Distortion World.” You laugh against his chest and look into his chocolate eyes. You press a quick kiss to his lips and pull him inside with Jeno and Renjun, giving his hand one last squeeze before you and Jeno disappear down a corridor.  

so tumblr doesn’t let me link my askbox, but it really only takes you a few seconds to leave a comment about what you thought either in my inbox or directly in the notes. i read every single one and persevere to reply to each and every single one of them. it really does mean the world to us writers when you comment on our works, it can be make-or-break for a lot of us.

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Son Goku & Vegeta as Ryu and Ken Masters... Now I can die happy.

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[izakiisdead]

INTRODUCTION

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Hello !! I'm izakiisdead (izaki for short) and I write fan fictions,one shots and scenarios. I go by he/him pronouns. requests are on my bio, just click the 'ask me anything' button. I will only post 2 times a week (friday and saturday) if im feeling generous I might do 3 post a week !!

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Make sure to specify what character, what AU, what do you want me to do and gender of the reader. Remember I only do male/gn reader !!

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＞Male reader 「M!reader」 and Gender Neutral reader 「GN!reader」

＞ Male x M!/gn!reader

＞Sfw (Safe for work ♡) and slight Nsfw (Not safe for work ☆)

＞Characters from video games and anime (video games and animes will be listed down below)

＞Crossovers, different AUs and poly relationships.

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＞Female reader 「F/fem!reader」, because I want this to be a place for m!reader and nb!reader because theres not much out there.

＞Weird (in my perspective) kinks.

＞Pedophilia

＞Incest

＞adult x minor (this includes teacher x student)

＞angst (my heart cant handle angst too well but time will tell when i finally have the courage to write angst)

＞crazy yanderes (but soft yanderes are fine)

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＞My hero academia (MHA)

＞Assassination Classroom

＞Haikyuu

＞Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no yaiba (KNY)

＞Ouran High School Host Club (OHSHC)

＞The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

＞Naruto/Naruto Shippuden

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＞Final Fantasy 15 (maybe some ff7 if you guys want some but ff15 bcz idk much about ff7 LMAO)

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＞Nagisa boyfriend scenarios part 1 !!

＞ Soft!Yandere!Itona Horibe x Oblivious!Male!Reader

＞Masky x GenderNeutral!Reader x Hoodie

＞Karma Akabane x GenderNeutral!Reader

＞Headcanons : Denki Kaminari x Idol!Male Reader

＞Nightmare Comfort ! Sam x Male reader !

＞B-BUNNY EARS ?!?! Team 7 x Bunny!Male reader

＞Festive Love. Naruto Uzumaki x Silent!Male Reader

＞Headcanons : Ken Masters x Male Reader

＞''I'll love you either way !'' Sam (stardew valley) x Trans!Male reader

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We found each other- Part 9: Can this even work?

*Credit to bluefirecas*

Pov: Dean

Chapter Summary: Dean is having a hard now, he thought everything was okay, but it's not. He's spiraling, and the worst is he's hurting the only person he's got left.

Pairings: Dean W. x Fem!Reader

Chapter Tags: Inner thoughts, angst, fighting, pulling away, swearing, feeling insecure, running thoughts, on a verge of a breakup, a little fluff, ignoring each other, tension.

A/n- @firefly-graphics for Dividers

Word Count: 3.1k

We found each other Master List

Dean Winchester Master List

Main Master List

Everything was fine. It was great, so why now do I feel like this. Feeling like this isn't going to work, pulling away from her. She got to notice it, she's got to notice my withdrawal from her.

Fuck man, I'm a stupid person thinking that this would work. I've got nothing to blame, nobody. Not the idea of hunting, or a guy that keeps hitting on her. Because the problem isn't her, or someone else, or even something else.

It's me, I can't believe that it even lasted this long.

I’m the problem here, the reason that I’m falling back. She’s perfect, god I wonder if she thinks she isn’t good enough. I’m just as bad as any other guy, give her this false hope. And when I’m too scared to be a real man, I pull it from under her feet.

Does it make me a bad person if I keep Y/n away from the pain of my shitty relationship skills? Weeks turn into months of thinking like this. Am I leading her on? I love her, but there’s more at stake than just love and some fallen tears.

I’m a mess, and it may not be understood that way, but truly I’m a mess. I guess though, that I’m still learning to love, learning to love her, to be okay that someone is also loving me in return.

Growing up was hard, and I’m not blaming my weird action on that, but what I am saying is that will always have an effect on everything I do. Some of the people I let into my life, to the ones that I love with all my heart.

Am I just being an idiot? Because to be honest it’s definitely possible that I’m just being stupid and not truly thinking about anything other than my foulness. What about Y/n, what happens if I break her heart? Will, she even let me back in? I’ve already done it once, I don’t plan on doing it a second or even third time.

In this situation, there are no “Third times a charm”. I drive home from the garage, it’s starting to get colder outside, but I roll down Baby’s windows regardless. Y/n has worked at the diner for the past months, and she loves it, the tips are great according to her, and the stories are great.

I speed down the long stretch of road, but I think about her. How she walks in through the door, at night. Her purse slung around the shoulder, and her shoulder slouching forward, hair up in a ponytail to keep the stray aways out of her face, dark circles under her stunning eyes.

She looks as if she got kicked by a horse every day, but the moment she slips her shoes off and catches my gaze. Her soulless expression falls, and out comes the warm bright smiles. The contagious one. “Honey, I’m home!” She screams at the front door, I watch her, the sad expression still there, I hum. She doesn’t hear me, so she repeats herself.

“I’m home, Dean.” It’s a stronger, more urgent uproar of her voice. “I know Y/n I can hear you, from the kitchen.” I hear her put her purse down on the floor, and then the pitter-patter of her feet against the hardwood floors. She beams when she sees me. An apron wrapped around my waist too High-pitchedShe stared, ep food reminiscent of my oiled jeans. I make dinner every other night, and she does the other days. Tonight was my night.

“Dean, Are you wearing my apron?” She poking making fun of my current outfit, “Yes in fact I am. I am trying to make dinner.” I say before giving her a chaste kiss. I feel wrong, I feel like I’m playing barbies, the perfect doll. Ken and Barbie.

I hate this feeling. How do I make it go away? Can I? Or is it just the Winchester way?

This feels like Cassie all over again. I feel like I’m in the way of her success, it’s different though in some ways. Y/n was a hunter she gets the world we truly live in, but still. It’s like she was so quick to move on, become normal, get a job, work 9 to 5 every day for five days.

It’s burning me up inside, the urge to go look in the news. The urge to get clean my guns, and knives just to gut a monster sounds like a good therapy session. By the time dinner was done, and we were cozy in bed together, Y/n arm wrapped around my waist.

She’s warm around me, but I feel like an outsider even next to her. She snuggles into me, draping a leg over mine. She smells sweet, like honey, and a good glass of wine. Like a summer’s night, and it’s fucking with my head.

I wake up early the next morning, it’s the weekend. The morning sun shines through the window, it lays perfectly over Y/n’s body. I feel bad for giving her false hope. It isn’t false hope though at least for her, maybe just me.

I rise from bed, pulling my limp arms from around her frame. I’m quick to get my day clothes on and get down to the kitchen. Starting the coffee pot I danced around the kitchen grabbing a few things from the fridge, and the higher cabinets.

Cooking in the morning, when the house was quick. It lets me forget the world I lived in, even if it was just for a moment. The smell of breakfast food must have awakened Y/n, as I heard the small pitter-patter of her feet down the stairs.

Setting a cup of coffee for her, and plating her food. She emerged from behind the doorway, a shirt of mine on. Stopping mid-thigh, “Good morning love.” She yelped as her coffee cup burned her hand.

Her morning voice is evident, and her hair is a mess now. After a deep sleep, it always did that, but regardless she was beautiful. Stammering to tell me her recent dream, she shovels eggs, and bacon into her mouth.

Her rose-colored cheeks and bright eyes, everything about Y/n drags me in closer to her. I watch her from afar, leaning up against the sink. I agree, and hum in response to her recollection.

Today I want to spend being at peace. For not thinking about the pit at the bottom of my stomach, the dread that follows me. “It’s Saturday, maybe we could go out of town. I know of a lake not far.” Y/n suggested braiding her finger through her hair.

“I’m sure we can do that love.” It’s fake, but true to an extent, it feels fake when the words leave my mouth. God, I hate the feelings and emotions. They cloud your judgment, make you fear the relational. And all because of what?

Y/n insisted that we take my car, and let the wind she said ‘blow past our hair’. Her red summer dress held tight between her thighs as the wind blew past her from the open windows.

I was quiet, the music wasn’t blaring. “You okay sweetie?” It should be an easy question, with an easy answer. “Yep.” Quick response should be good enough, at least it’s good enough for me.

She gave me a look like she didn’t believe me. But dropped it regardless. By the time we got to the lake, the sun was high now in the sky. A hot day felt nice on my skin. “So I was thinking that we could go for a swim, eat some lunch afterward.” She dug into her bag and pulled packed sandwiches away.

“Oh, you packed food.” She smiled and chucked one at me, “Just a simple PB and J.” She said before taking the sandwich from my hand. Stuffing it back into her bag, and opening her door, she slid from the bench seat, and onto the pavement, before throwing her top off, and threw it at me.

“Y/n, you can’t just strip.” I tried, but she interrupted me, “I can do whatever I want, and anyways mister I’ve got a bikini top.” She was full of sass today, which was probably and most likely from the simple fact that Y/n had been working so hard at work for the past few months now.

“So you wanna skinny dip, is what you’re saying?” I asked, sliding from behind the wheel. My boots hitting the pavement hard, and my question still demanding an answer. “I never said I wanted to go skinny dipping. I just wanna have fun, Dean. Do you remember that?” She demanded.

Slamming the top of Baby’s hood, she jumped and looked around before eyeing me, and grabbing her bag. Stomping off to the lake’s side. I stood at the car’s side and looked out onto the endless water.

“Fucking damn it,” I yelled and screaming, nobody was looking, but damn it that moment I wished I had a bat. Anything, something to let this festering rage out. Chucking my worn flannel into the back seat of Baby. I made my way down to the lakeside. “Don’t even think about getting any closer.” She was spitting venom.

“Look, I know that you are pissed.” My voice was stern but soft enough that I hoped she understood. “Pissed doesn’t even break the ice, Dean!” A high-pitched yelp was all I could hear coming from Y/n. “You just don’t understand do you?” She stared at me, flustered cheeks, and arms waving around the air. As she demonstrated just how pissed she was at me.

I shrugged my shoulders, shaking my head in defeat. “I don’t understand what?”” A simple question, and knowing Y/n it most definitely did not have a simple answer. She rolled her eyes and brought her hands through her hair, a sigh of frustration leaving her perfect lips.

“That Dean you push every good god damn thing away from you.” Tension hung in the balance between us on the grassy almost sandy area in front of the lake. “You get so close, the god within arms reach, and you pull away, you pull away at the last minute.” Another sigh leaves her lungs, as she runs her slender, long fingers over her cheekbones, and down her jawline.

“Dean you make it seem like you want this, but at the very last second. You, Dean, you're the one that pulls out. It’s like you give up, and just stop fighting.” I’m spent, she’s pulled and tugged at everything that I already knew that I was. I know I run, I ran faster than a bat outta hell when it first clicked in my head that I loved her.

But right now, I’m just falling and it’s not in love, I’m just free-floating. Into this dark, unknown territory of a world. All around me is darkness, and I can seem to see a way out.

“See you’re doing it now. You get quiet, and then all of a sudden like magic you're gone. Slipping away in the middle of the night, running the only good in your life.” She’s turned to look at me, her doe-like eyes looking down at my heart and soul.

“You won’t push me away. You’ve got to stop running away, stop letting the world get the best of you.” She is soft with her words now, something in her thoughts has changed. I’m trying to speak, but I must look ridiculous like a fish gasping for breath. “Come on fish boy, let’s go back home.” Tugging at my open hand.

The drive back to her home is quiet, we don’t touch during the entire drive back. The windows are back up, and the radio is silent. Even now there’s still a sense of this odd tension wrapped around us.

God, I wish that I could message, or call Sam. It would be great to hear his voice, but I could definitely use the good ol’ brotherly love technique to tell me that I’m being an idiot and that I should leave. I shouldn’t lose her, because she’s just as stupid as I am if she lets me come back a third time.

I need that brotherly support and love. I didn’t realize until I was driving and turned to look over at Y/n, and saw Sam just for a split second. I miss him. Maybe that’s why I’m such a fucking mess.

It’s dinner time by the time that we had made it back to Y/n’s home. The porch light staying on, and I felt like I was watching a movie play on before me. Y/n slamming Baby’s door, and walking away from the car, not a look back at me.

She’s mad at me which is totally understandable. No reason I wouldn’t be upset at someone like me for treating her like she’s disposable. Like I just throw her away with the rest of the recycling.

I watch as the love of my life, the person that I’d do anything for. Walk away and don’t look back. I’ve done that though it’s almost as if I deserve her back, and not her gorgeous face.

The quiet is unbearable. It’s okay for a while, and then I say something and Y/n fights me on it. She is still sweet as pie, but I think I’ve made her believe that I’m just going to up and leave at one point.

I may not know what she thinks, but I do know that I’ve either gotta grow a pair of balls. Live my life with her say what I’m feeling, or I won’t be the one making the choice to leave. Y/n will be pushing me out that front door faster than she can say ‘Leave’.

I’ve put her in a citation where she doesn’t know what to do. She’s just as clouded as I am. I love her, but I saw what love did to my father. It made him obsessive, anger, a drunk at some times. What happens to me, if I lose Y/n? I’m bound to become just like him, what happens if we have kids, hell I’ll do the same things my dad did. Drag his two boys into a world that they nothing about, and grow them up to soldiers.

I won’t be like him, I won’t let my life turn into shambles all because of my history. I’ve got to be willing to put the work in and make the effort. I need Y/n to know that she’s worth it to me. A promise is what I’m making to her. A promise that I’ll never leave, I’ll never back down from a tough spot, and most of all I’ll never stop trying to be with her regardless of what happens around us.

In a way, it’s us against the entire world.

“Y/n?” I yell as I walk into the house. The light in the kitchen is on, and the stiars light is on. “Y/n I want to talk.” I make my way to the kitchen. Y/n is washing the morning dishes and hand drying them.

I walk over to her, her shoulder tense as she hears my boots against the hardwood floors. “I just want to help you.” Grabbing a dry towel I start to help her. “What is it that you want to talk about.” She is cold, and distant in her words. “I want to explain myself.” She scuffs but lets me continue.

“Alrighty, I think I have a bit to explain. So let me start from the beginning right.” I pause, maybe she doesn’t want to know. Maybe I’ve pushed her far enough now she doesn’t even care, but I don’t know that for sure so continue.

“Look I know that I hurt you months ago and that we really haven’t had the time to talk about it. I know that leaving you here by yourself, and then magically appearing was horrible. I guess I just thought I’d ruin your life if I stayed. In the end, I had only hurt you more.” The water stopped, and she turned to look at me. Tears teetering at the bottom of her lash line. Her cheeks were a rose-like color from holding her tears back.

I set down the now moist towel and the cup that was in my hand. “Listen to me. Look at me Y/n. I know I hurt you, and I know that you may be thinking that I don’t care for you for even want to be around you, but I do. I promise you I do.”

I grabbed her hand, wrapping my two much bigger ones around it. Her hands are still hot from the water. “ I think I lost track of what was important. What was right there in front of me. Something I could touch, claim as my own. You, Y/n you’re that person. I’m sorry that I’m so stupid. I’m sorry that I haven’t told you, but I love you.”

I didn’t realize I was crying until Y/n’s hands touched my cheeks. Her soft thumb brushing a stray tear away. “You know if you weren’t so dumb, I may have just slapped you instead. Now I get what you’re saying Dean I do really, but you can’t keep pulling away. You do this when you finally get comfortable. Stop pushing me away, Dean. I’m here for you.” She pulled me in, kissing my lips. It was a gentle kiss. A reminder that just as stupid as I may be, she loves me for that.

“You may be stupid Dean, but I love you. I think I love you more than I’m willing to say I do.” Y/n said pulling away from the kiss. “We can be like this all of the time, but you just have to talk to me you know Dean. Don’t leave me out of the loop, because you’re thinking is telling you to. I love you Dean Winchester, and I know that you love me.”

Strong word ‘Love’ is. It can mean many things, but to her, and to me. Love is what we have right now. The love that is sitting between the two of us. The love that made me come back. The same love that makes me put my whole heart into her.

“I may be stupid Y/n, but just so you know I’m you’re stupid.” Kissing her forehead, I hug her tightly, I forget sometimes that I’m not living my life for my father, or for Sammy, but I’m living it for me.

This is all I’ll ever need, and I didn’t realize it until right now.

We Found Each Other Part 10

Completed on: 07/31/2021

Posted on: 08/01/2021

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