#stay away from my daughter or i'll hang your son

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

Notification. Third floor neighbor, please keep your dog safe and leave my dog alone. They are not compatible!

【My dog→】【Your dog←】

(op found his dog on the door)

[in-class-daydreams]

Imagine ex-husband Gojo doing things for his new love interests that you begged him for while you were married.

After a joint meeting between the sister schools, you overheard Suguru asking him who he was texting during the meeting.

Satoru replied, "Just letting my date know I'll be a bit late tonight since we ran long here. Todo can yap, huh?"

"Seriously!" Their voices faded as they walked down the hall.

You stood just outside the meeting room watching the corner the disappeared around. If you had to pinpoint the number one reason your marriage failed - more than clan pressure, more than the strain of being young parents, more than back to back to back missions - it would be the fact that Satoru can't communicate for shit.

Part of it wasn't his fault. His brain just didn't work like that. An inconvenient side effect of limitless is that everything makes sense in your head, but it's hard for a person with the gift to explain their thoughts to others.

So the no-call, no-shows to dinners was technically a side effect of limitless, as was his inability to articulate his feelings like an adult or the fact that he would just do things without even telling you there was a problem in the first place.

"Quit doing that with your face, brat." Sukuna emerges from the meeting room. He's out of his Ryomen form at the moment, as he usually is during meetings so that he can actually fit in his chair. "How long are you gonna let what he does affect you?"

"It doesn't!" you insist.

Sukuna rolls his eyes. "If that helps you sleep at night."

Imagine reminding yourself that you can't be mad at him.

You're seeing other people now, too. Hell, you've been divorced for over a decade, it's insanity that you care at all.

It's just. You never doubted his love for you. Not for a second, not even now that your marriage failed and you largely raised your son on your own.

"Mom?"

Maybe your divorce was his motivation to be better. You're not sure. But if he's capable of change, capable of being attentive and communicative, why couldn't he change for you all those years ago?

"Mom."

Could it be that you were his childhood companion and he loved you, but he was never in love with you? Was his love for you less than your love for him?

You hardly notice your son calling out to you until he springs into action. "Mom!" Sen nudges you away from the stove to turn of the burner. When did smoke fill the kitchen? The roux you were trying to make was burnt to a crisp, stuck to the pan and emanating an unpleasant smell.

Sen gently pries your hands off the handle and drops the ruined pan in the sink to soak. Then he makes sure the burner's off before turning to you with a conflicted expression.

He may have inherited a hybrid of both your and Satoru's personal brands of emotional stuntedness, but he could put two and two together between how distracted you've been and the rumors of Satoru dating again - What with it being huge news among jujutsu society (aka power hungry clans with eligible daughters.) Your son had his own complicated feelings regarding his father and as much as he'd prefer Satoru stay away from you, it hurt him to see you like this.

Though, watching you try to keep a stiff upper lip for his sake during the divorce is the reason he doesn't want his father anywhere near you.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." You wipe your hands on a dish towel. "I wasn't paying attention. Hang tight while I make you something else."

He could kill Satoru right now. But you wouldn't like that, so he won't.

"Mama, I--" He shuts his mouth. You've been protecting him from the details of the divorce his whole life. What did he know about comforting you? But while he may not have been able to protect you then, he can sure as hell try now.

"Mama, why don't I take you out to dinner? My treat."

Imagine that Sen decides he needs to stop having ideas.

He brought you to a local okonomiyaki that you've been going to since he was little to the point where the owners knew you well and liked to give you little extras from the kitchen. Today's treat was a side of pickled radish.

It was your happy little hideaway. Away from jujutsu and clans and curses and your broken home.

Sen insisted on cooking the okonomiyaki for you, saying that, "My treats means I'll take care of everything!" The weak smile you gave him made his heart soar.

You giggle while he jokes around and tells you about school like how Hikari fell asleep for 45 minutes out of an hour long test and still got a better score than him. Hearing about your son and his happy school days always made you feel better.

Sen was ready to give himself a pat on the back for cheering you up when he hears the front bell jungle and a woman's laughter carries over.

"Fancy places are like that, though!" the woman laughs. "They give a bite of food per plate."

Then a familiar voice replies, "Yeah, but it was good, wasn't it? And now we get to fill up at a cute place like this."

Even though he's the one facing the door and not you, the look on your face tells Sen all he needs to know. What breaks his heart is that you've sunk lower into your seat to make yourself smaller.

Sen could kill his father right now.

Hooray, angst!

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[bbokicidal]

Ok so Chan with Family #7 IMAGINE HE FOUNDS OUT HIS DAUGHTER IS DATING A YOUNG TRAINEE WHO SHE FIRST MET AT THE JYP BUILDING WHEN SHE USED TO GO BRING LUNCH FOR CHAN AND HER UNCLES OR JUST TO HANGOUT AND STARTED TO

or like maybe another member 's Son???

Family Prompt #7 : His Reaction to your Daughter 'Dating' - Bang Chan

"Saw Jaewon with a boy the other day. Overheard her say it was a date."

Seungmin's bold statement causes Chan's head to whip around almost 180. His daughter, now 8 years old, sits on the couch in the rehearsal room with her legs swinging and Changbin at her side holding two SKZoo dolls. She stares over at her father as his eyes narrow in accusation. "You were with a boy?"

Jaewon is quick to shake her head. "I've only been with -- with," she points at a few of the men in the room, "Uncle Minho and Uncle In!"

Chan's eyes snap to the two mentioned. Minho just shrugs while Jeongin lifts his hands in surrender. "I don't know anything about it! I took her out to lunch the other day but that's it..!"

His gaze redirects back to his daughter, her legs still swinging out from the couch. Changbin had set the dolls down nearby, hands sliding over his thighs slowly as if suddenly... caught red-handed doing something he shouldn't..? "What was his name?"

His daughter's hands twist in her lap, still trying to cover her little lie. "Just a friend, I don't-... I don't remember his name." A pout settles on her lips and Chan has to fight not to fall for it and give in.

"You don't remember your friend's name?" Chan cocks a brow at his daughter that makes her stifle a giggle.

"It was Jisoo."

Changbin takes the Leebit doll from the couch and chucks it hard at Seungmin who rats out his son. "You traitor!" He calls, standing from the couch to dramatically point at the younger man now laughing.

"You were on a date with Jisoo?!" Chan gasps, eyes locked onto the little girl. Her cheeks bloomed red in embarrassment and being caught hanging out with Changbin's son who was only a year older than herself. Her eyes dart to you, sitting against the rehearsal room's large wall mirror.

"Eomma.."

Chan's eyes follow in a quick snap. "You! You knew about this, didn't you?!"

And you laugh, the sound bellowing in the room. The others had joined in on the giggling, including your daughter, her nerves completely gone at seeing you smile. And the way Chan crawls to you, taking your hands and shaking them dramatically. "She's too young to go on dates! Why did you let her?!"

"She asked to go out for ice cream and then asked if Jisoo could come with, Chris! It's not that big of a deal.~"

"It is! She's my baby! She can't be near boys! Boys have cooties!" He continues wailing, frantic about shaking you gently by the shoulders.

You laugh out, gently shoving him back. "You're a boy, Chris."

He pauses to think, then slowly turns to look at his daughter still giggling on the sofa. "You're right." And when he stands to stalk towards her, her giggles turn from giggles into full blown laughter.

Which starts the scene of your daughter running around the practice room to avoid her father and seven uncles stalking towards her like zombies, murmuring about how boys have cooties and how when they get her she'll have cooties, too.

She runs to you for protection, dropping into your lap and screaming out in laughter. When your arms wrap around her, she giggles into your chest and tucks closer. "Don't worry, baby! I'll protect you from the cootie monsters!"

Chan drops to his knees near you and leans in to press a kiss to his daughter's cheek as she squeals with giggles, squirming in your lap. He grins against her dimpled skin before pulling her into his own lap, hugging her tight while she laughs. "There. Now you have cooties from your dad, so you can tell Jisoo to stay away forever cause you already have them and don't need them from him."

Changbin huffs nearby, chuckling. "So our kids can't hang out anymore?"

"Not 'til they're eighteen." Chan hums, eyes closing contentedly as the others laugh in the background.

[starringthesturniolos]

bite me(part 6)-Matt Sturniolo

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

summary: matt hates your guts but all of that changes when he wakes up and finds out your his mate.

contains: vampire!matt x reader, highschool au! (18 years old), dark themes, death, smut (not in this part)

A/N- THIS CHAPTER IS KINDA SAD but y'all will be alright, trust. a lot of violence in this chapter so by all means if that is not your thing please don't read. I want everyone that reads this to ENJOY it. love yall, bye!

matts pov.

the drive back to my house was silent. even with my heightened sense of hearing, I could only hear the sound of our breathing and the quiet hum of my engine. two minutes ago, she had been crying and I saw into the darkness that was her life. key word, was. between the protection spell and me, no one is ever going to hurt her again. a dark thought pops into my head, and ,unlike any other time, I welcome it with open arms.

"do you want him dead?" I mutter, letting the thought free. I said It quietly, but it sounded like I might as well have screamed compared to the quiet of my car. it made my skin crawl and judging by the look on her face, it made her's crawl too. "what is that supposed to mean??" she whips her head to me with fear in her eyes. merciful. I added that to a list of chracteristics that y/n had that I subconsciously accumulated in my own head. even though he hurt her in the worst ways, she'd never want anyone to lay a finger on him.

"he's my dad, matt!" she panics taking my lack of response as a promise that I would go back to her house and finish him off. I put one arm up in defense. "I was just asking. you panic too much, someone should go check your blood pressure.Jesus." I scoff, playing it off as if I wouldn't have gotten rid of him the moment she told she wanted me too.

she slumped back in her seat, clearly relieved. its right then that I notice the dark circles under her eyes. she's tired, and humans need rest. "go to sleep, you look like shit." I quip. if she were in her right mind, she probably would have said something back. instead she brings her knees into her chest and puts her head on the window. her eyes close and in a few minutes her breathing and heart rate slow. she's asleep and my eyes stay on the rough, pot - hole infested road. all the way home, I dodge the holes so she sleeps fine.

unreasonable fear hits my chest at my own actions. when did you start to care so much? is the question I ask myself as I gently lift her sleeping form into my arms to bring her into the house.

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y/n is in the other room, and I wake up to my phone buzzing incessantly. I pick up my phone to see that nick is calling me. "he disappears off the face of the earth for two days and all of a sudden he wants to chit chat at the crack of dawn", I think to myself before smashing the accept call button in annoyance. "what?" my gruff voice answers in a more than grumpy tone.

"I need you to come to meet me, now! I'll send you my location. do not bring anyone with you, and do not to take your sweet ass time either matt." he says seriously. I can hear in his voice he is fighting to keep himself from sounding panicked. sensing the danger he's in, worry surges through me, and I can't help but wonder what he's gotten himself into. "don't worry nick, im coming." I say back just as seriously before hanging up the phone and rushing out the house.

I drive over as fast as I can to the unknown spot. it's just a clearing of trees and grass where two cars are parked side by side. ones nicks' and the other is someone's I don't recognize. I hop out of the car quick on high alert. nick where are you??

"you think you can just take my daughter and get away with it. I'm sorry son, but you're in for a real treat." says a terrifying voice that-unless god forbid I took another girl to my house tonight- could only be y/n's fathers’. I turn slowly to see him, a tall, burly man. he's holding nick close too him, a knife pressed lightly against the sensitive skin of his neck. regulary, I would look at this and shrug, vampires aren't supposed to be able to die. but nick's neck is bleeding from where the knife lightly grazes him. vampires can make other people bleed, but they themselves can't bleed, at least that's how it's supposed to be. even though the wound wasn't deep enough to be lethal, the wound itself was the problem to begin with. All thoughts aside, I lunge forward to grab nick away from the man but he dodges with unnatural speed. he smells human, but he's quick, too quick, which can only mean one thing.

y/n's dad is a fucking lunatic magic user, and, based on the position he's got me and nick in right now , he's a damn strong one too.

he throws nick to the side right then, and nick flops to the floor gasping for breath and clutching his bleeding throat. I freeze in fear for what's happened to nick. for what is going to happen to me. he waves the same knife he had pressed against nick at me in tauntingly cold, cut motions.

"matt, run" nick says weakly. my feet listen to nick's instructions, and I turn to bolt, only to find the powerful magic user right in front of me in an instant. before I can react, he plunges the knife into my stomach in three quick motions. unbearable pain laces through me and I feel something coming that I never thought I'd ever have to experience. that something is death.

"should of asked for a protection spell yourself." he lets out a cold, hard laugh as I drop to the floor slipping into an abyss of darkness.

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[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

can we have more disowned!Jason pls??

Bruce was thankful for the drive. It gave him time to think. Mostly of things to say.

He'd sent a new washer and dryer, only to have them politely but firmly refused. Not by Jason, which he expected, but by you. You explained that it was appreciated but not necessary. And then before hanging up the phone, suggested that he donate the money to a support group for estranged parents. Electronics for the kids were similarly received- albeit less politely by Jason. Jason outright sent them back in pieces.

It was a risk, and he knew that. But by the time he pulled into town and was driving down tree-lined streets he was resolved. He had grandchildren now. He had a son who was happy. A Daughter in law... It was- well. Not a 'normal' family but, why did that matter?

There was a new baby on the way. Surely you had to need something to make it easier? College funds? Was the house paid for? He went through the options over and over. Considering the things he knew from the court documents. How you'd come to have your niece and nephew in your custody. The long sad story that got there.

You were steadfast and compassionate- that he knew. And proud. An offer that felt like charity would be rejected. Because you were doing it- or had been doing it on your own. Caring for your grandmother and then your mother. Fighting with the courts. Running a business. And raising two kids. You didn't want charity.

He pulled up on the curb and checked his watch, frowning. Both cars were still in the drive. Which was odd. Dick had told him you usually took the kids to school and opened the store.

He walked up the front steps and rang the bell. Greeted by the cacophony of dogs barking and Jason grumbling as he lumbered to the door.

Jason rolled his eyes when he saw Bruce at the door. "Not now-"

"I come in peace," Bruce said holding up his hands.

"Now's not a good time," Jason said, picking up the Yorkie before she could bolt out the door.

"What happened?" Bruce asked, heart dropping. Jason looked tense. Stressed. Upset. "Are the kids-"

"There was a break in at the hardware. Y/N was working late doing the books. Local scumbags busted in looking for tools they could sell. And copper. They didn't know she was there, so when she walked out to see what was happening, they panicked. Busted her in the face a couple times and someone kicked her stomach." Jason exhaled slowly. "Boris got to them and scared them off when he heard her struggling. And then. Fuck. As if it wasn't bad enough, his fucking heart just gave out and her dog died."

"Jason-"

"Now is really not a good time," Jason repeated, swallowing hard.

And all Bruce can do is hug him. Hard. Jason never did do well when women were in danger. When they were attacked like that. And now it was one of HIS women. His wife. The mother of his children. And she hadn't been able to call him for help. "Is... everything okay?" he asked, releasing him when Jason started to pull away.

"They kept her in the hospital for a couple days and they want to keep her on bed rest for a while. They were worried about her back and her ribs. And the stress of it all. But- mostly she just... she's worried about the baby. She's worried about the kids. And she misses Borris."

"A good boy-"

"Her best friend," Jason said, smiling a little. "And then he had to go and prove he really did love her more than me... grumpy old fucker."

"I know it's not a good time," Bruce said, not wanting to add more stress to his son. Or risk upsetting you and making it worse for you. "But if you need anything-"

"Just make sure those scumbags stay in jail," Jason said. "Because if I get my hands on them, I'll break their fucking necks."

"At least you aren't going to shoot-"

"Y/N makes me store my guns and my ammo in two separate places," he sighed. "And she moved it after Ty found it- now I don't know where it is."

[thecameronchronicles]

Enough

TW: mentions of kidnapping, torture, blackmail, and violence against a female character. Heavy angst. No smut.

*REQUESTED*

@rafemothetfuckingcameron

Request: rafe and Y/N are in a great relationship, but ward hates her and doesnt like her hanging around with his son or daughter her best friend sarah. y/n leaves early one morning to go to work and ward kidnaps her and tortures her to stay away from his family. kiara texts sarah to say y/n didnt come into work. sarah asks rafe where y/n is. rafe gets worried. middle part up to you. Rafe, sarah, kie save y/n from ward. thx

A/N: changed it a bit, hope that's okay!

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend, Rafe enlisted the help of Kie and Sarah to find you. They aren't prepared for what they find.

Enough

You can barely walk. Your chest feels both too tight to inhale and too heavy to exhale. Your skin burns from the layer broken and bleeding. And this is just the tip of the iceberg.

Still, you could walk into the Killdare County Police Station and you know any statement you make will be flipped to make you the guilty party. So instead, you manage the distance home, walking inside well after your broken curfew two days prior, without a parental worry as it has been drowned in Valium and Vodka.

It aches to move and yet you can't stand the sight of the blood splattered clothes or dirt beneath your nails. Any makeup that you had on has since been cried off and you long for your own bed.

Only everything feels tainted. You feel like you still have eyes on you as well as a threat hanging over your head.

Why are you doing this?

Because you aren't good enough. Not for my son. To be friends with my Sarah. Or to take my name. You're all the same and I won't let you take what's mine.

I just want to be with Rafe.

If you don't stay away from him, I'll make sure he stays away from you. I'll send him off somewhere so far away you won't even be able to Google him.

New tears fill your eyes as you climb beneath the shower's waterfall. You brace on the wall and see the blood color the water at your feet a rose hue until it is all washed in all but your memory.

You don't sleep tonight or the ones that follow as you ignore those you love to keep them safe.

KIE: don't make me text Rafe, Y/N. Everyone is worried about you. Call me!

SARAH: Rafe is even more unhinged than usual. Did you two get in a fight or something?

RAFE: Baby? Babe! ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE!

You can't pay for the foundation to cover what Ward did to you in the same way you can't face your friends. You feel sullied and it makes Ward's words true. You feel undeserving and close yourself away hoping if the bruises fade so will the overwhelming heavy that is slowly crushing your esteem.

"OPEN UP!" Rafe demands as you leap up from your bed and see him at your window. You sprint for the fact you can't let your parents find him here because of Ward hates you it is nothing compared to the loaded shotgun your father has waiting for Rafe.

"Rafe-" He climbs inside, pacing with his fingers through his hair.

"Why the fuck haven't you called baby? I have been everywhere and then I thought maybe you just didn't wanna see me anymore and it made me crazy." He rubs his eye with the ball of his hand. "And then Kie tells me you haven't been at work and I know you're the responsible one between us so something had to be wrong and-" Hearing you sniffle calls his eyes to you.

"Baby?" He sees you cover your face with your long sleeves. "What...what happened?" His brutality dissolves to only care as your face is between his hands. He gently rubs your cheeks until slowing all admiration as you wince against him.

"What happened, baby?"

"Please Rafe, I need you to go."

"My girl is black and fucking blue, I'm not going anywhere!"

You look over your shoulder towards the hallway where your parent's door is only a few down from yours.

"Please, Rafe."

"Did he do this?"

"No!"

"Then tell me. Nobody hurts you and gets away with it! Nobody..." He pushes his forehead against yours and footfalls down the hallway drive your hands against Rafe's chest.

"Please Rafe, I need you to go." He climbs back out the window, waiting for a explanation. "And don't come back." Your words stun him as you cry yourself to sleep. Your heart has forever been intertwined with Rafe and now it feels like it was untethered from the roots and blended until left in ruins.

You are sick.

You are tired.

You feel desolate.

A FEW DAYS LATER

Rafe comes into The Wreck as Kie rolls her eyes.

"I know she doesn't want to talk to me but I need to see her. When is her break?"

"She didn't come in today."

"Again?" Rafe sighs. "Who hurt her around, Kie?" Kiara's eyes widen, surprise validating this is the first she's heard of this.

"I don't know what you're talking about...Is she okay? Was it one of your meatheads?"

"Nobody would hurt her. Everyone loves Y/N."

"Everyone?" Her brows raise.

"What do you mean? Spit it out, Kie..."

"Maybe there's someone she tries to impress that no matter how hard she tries, is never enough for? A specific paternal figure?"

"What?" He glares.

"Your dad, Rafe. Your father is horrible to her." His eyes fall and his fists form.

"You-"

"What are you doing?"

"Shit!" He hits the surface of the bar, drawing attention he ignores. Sarah comes in with intrigue to the scene.

"Where are you going?"

"To get Y/N..."

"You found her?" Sarah asks with hope as Kie is already tearing off her apron.

"No. But I know Dad rented a boat this morning and said he had a meeting..."

"And?" Sarah sighs.

"What meeting of Dad's do you ever remember him getting up at four in the morning, packing gloves, and without taking you or Rose?"

"You think he took her?! But why?"

"We're wasting time! Let's go?" Kiara pulls them outside where Sarah's car is waiting. They speed through town and get to Tannyhill to find the boat and all evidence of Ward, gone.

"Where is he, Rose?" Sarah asks as her stepmother sips on her mimosa and looks towards the dock behind the plantation.

"It's for the best, honey. Just let them talk."

When Sarah realizes her pleas are silent, she goes to Wheezie instead. Her younger sister having heard a conversation with a memorable address pays off as she kisses her on the head and they travel to the private docks. Enlisting JJ to help as a diversion, they get inside with his dramatics, until they come to an empty dock.

"What are we doing here?" Rafe asks in frustration, "They aren't here!"

"Waiting for a ride." Sarah waves as if signaling for rescue as a beat up tin can for a boat comes to dock.

"It looks-" John B glares as JJ finally joins the group.

"Is it too late to toss him overboard? I hear Kooks make good chum..." JJ mutters loudly as he is ignored, although Kie smirks at his comment.

"It's for Y/N." Sarah reminds everyone as they set for the water.

"Where are we going?"

"It can't be too hard to find them... Dad has a flare for the-"

"There!" Sarah calls as a large yacht is spilled sideways, taking on water.

"Y/N!" Rafe calls to you as you keep your head just above the surface of the flooding cabin. Hands bound to the fixed railing, your calls are drowned out by the sounds around you.

"Sarah! KIE!" You hear John B before the sound of water being stroked comes towards you. The threat of water comes beneath your nose as you take a deep breath and wonder what will be the reason for your end.

The water or your broken heart.

"Got her!" JJ calls as Rafe tears him out of the way and dives into the narrow passage to free you. Using his own pocket knife, he cuts the plastic ties used by his father before he takes you in his arms.

"We have to get away from this boat. When she sinks, she's taking us with her!" Kie exclaims as Rafe doesn't let you go for even a second as you rest against his chest, sputtering water and tears.

"Rafe..." You choke.

"Shhhh baby, it's okay. You're safe."

"But Ward..."

"I know. He won't get away with this." Sarah interrupts. "We'll make sure if it." You take comfort in the conviction of your friends, knowing you can trust them.

"I'm sorry Rafe. I was trying to protect you. He said I wasn't good enough and I-" Rafe silences you with a quiet kiss that is a way to stabilize himself to not react in anger. You feel the tension leave his body as your hand comes behind his neck.

"Can we make a no pogue-on-kook macking rule?" JJ winces as Sarah and John B both say "no!" in unison.

"You are good enough. You are enough, Y/N. I'm never going to let you question that again, baby. But right now, just focus on this." He tugs you against his chest and you agree. You feel enough in his arms, surrounded by your blending of friends, and the serenity of your home makijg a beautiful sunset backdrop as you sail on.

Whatever is to come you know you'll endure together.

And that, for you, is enough.

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Miracles don't exist | 37: Heartbroken and vengeful

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Nothing really [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

You crawl on your hands and feet out of the lake, spluttering and coughing up some of the nasty lake water. You wipe your face in an effort to get rid of the lake bits while you find your footing. 

You cast a drying spell on your clothes as the Golden Trio pulls clean clothes out of Hermione's beaded handbag and discuss the visions Harry saw and what their next step is. 

Suddenly, the trio turns to you and you halt like a deer caught in headlights. Your eyes flicker from Harry to Hermione to Ron and back. "Sorry?"

"The next Horcrux is in Hogwarts."

You shake your head. "Snape's headmaster now. There is no way you can just waltz right in. And my cover is blown so I'm not much help either with sneaking you in."

Harry turns to Ron as he tugs down his shirt. "Uhm... well, we'll go to Hogsmeade, to Honeydukes. Take the secret passage in the cellar."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? The Dark Lord knows you're destroying Horcruxes. He knows which ones you've already managed to get rid of. Don't you think he has sent a horde of Death Eaters to police the streets?"

A chill runs down your spine as your head twitches to the side. Pain flashes through your neck and you bite down a groan, your hand shoots up to massage the sore spot. Hermione frowns as she watches you intently but chooses to stay silent.

By the looks of it, the trio has decided to go to Hogsmeade. You sigh. "I'll... I'll go to Sirius, alert the Order that you're on your way to Hogwarts."

Hermione jumps forward and engulfs you in a hug. You give her a small smile as you don't know if they survive this. With one last nod to the boys, you turn around and disapparate. 

You stumble into the foyer of Grimmault Place, finding your footing as you catch yourself against the stair railing.

"Sirius?", you call out, pocketing your wand.

There's some noise coming from upstairs and when you look up, you see Sirius hanging over the railing. Once he recognises that it is you, he races down the stairs and halts just before you. His eyes rake over your face with a sorrowful look. He lays a hand on your cheek before engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug.

"Never EVER let me think you've died! You gave all of us quite the scare." He cups your face with tears in his eyes.

You sniff with a watery smile on your face. "Sorry, I'll try not to be dragged down the Malfoy cellar the next time." 

The long-haired man before you gives you a look as he drags you into the kitchen. "First of all, you need a good meal. You look as thin as a sheet. Secondly, you gave me quite the scare young lady when Theodore ended up on my doorstep. Alone."

Casting your eyes down guiltily, you tug at the hem of one of your sleeves. "I've... I've heard he's out on a mission for the Order. In Europe."

Sirius' face softens. He takes your hands in his, making you look at him. "What you did was brave. I know how my cousin is and I wouldn't put it past her to murder him if he were there. To hurt you."

You do your best not to cry. You've cried way too much lately and you want to save your tears for when you really need it. 

"How's Teddy?" Your voice sounds small.

"He... he believed You-Know-Who killed you. Begged Shacklebolt for a mission. To keep his mind busy, he said. But everybody knew he was heartbroken and vengeful."

Chewing slowly on your bottom lip, your eyes downcast. Does Teddy really think you are dead? The thought makes you sad. And sick. You lick your lips and take a step away from Sirius. "I need him to know I'm alive."

But Sirius shakes his head. "Shaklebolt has given us a strict no-contact order with Theodore. The Order is crumbling down anyways."

"So Shacklebolt sent Teddy on a suicide mission? You mean to tell me that my husband is out there somewhere and we can't contact him? Fuck that! Harry, Hermione, and Ron are on their way towards Hogwarts and they need every help they can get!"

You grab your wand and conjure your Patronus. "Find Teddy and tell him I'm safe and to come home", you say to the Hippogriff. The slivery creature bows its head before spreading its wings and flying away.

Sirius looks at you with his mouth agape. You raise your brows at him, a silent dare for him to question your actions. 

"We have to collect what is left of the Order and send them to Hogwarts", you pocket your wand and run a hand over your hair, "The war ends today."

You stand next to Sirius as the Order makes its dramatic entrance into the Great Hall. Snape brandishes his wand but the students all dive away once McGonagall stands in front of Harry. She is the first to attack.

But the weird thing... Snape doesn't attack. He only casts defensive spells and lets the spells bounce off to the two Death Eaters behind him, rendering them unconscious. 

A cheer echos through the Great Hall as Snape flees out of a window. But the cheerful mood is soon dampened by screams from every corner of the Great Hall.

"I know that many of you will want to fight", comes the whispering voice of the Dark Lord, and your head twitches involuntarily. "Some of you may even think that to fight is wise. But this is folly."

You make eye contact with Sirius to make sure you're not the only one who's hearing this.

"Give me Harry Potter. Do this and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave Hogwarts untouched. Give me Harry Potter, and you will be rewarded. You have one hour."

A student from Slytherin steps forward and points at Harry. Of course, it's Pansy. "What are you waiting for? Someone grab him!"

You pull your wand out of your coat and point it at the girl. "Shut your bitch ass mouth, Parkinson."

Professor McGonagall looks quite shocked at your foul mouth, and so does Pansy. Gaping like a fish on dry land. 

With a deep huff, you march toward the professor. "If I may, Professor. A fight is coming and I don't think it's fair to have to fight one's parents. And it's not safe for the younger ones. Wouldn't it be wise to let the Slytherins and junior years take shelter in the dungeons?"

Professor McGonagall's eyes travel over the student body and she nods. "You are right, Miss...", she trails off, unsure what to call you.

"Nott."

"Right. Mrs Nott is right. Mr Filch, if you would, I would like you to escort the Slytherin's and junior years to the Slytherin common room."

Mr Flitch reluctantly agrees and leads the students towards the dungeons. 

You quickly grab Blaise's sleeve and stop him and Lorenzo. "Please stay stationed at the door. Keep the kids safe." Both boys nod and Blaise gives your shoulder a squeeze. Good luck it says silently.

"I presume you have a reason for returning, Potter", says McGonagall when Harry approaches the two of you. "What is it that you need?"

"Time, Professor. As much as you can get me."

The professor nods. "Do what you have to do. I'll secure the castle."

Harry gives you a look and you follow after him. 

"Potter", McGonagall's words stop the two of you, "It's good to see you."

"Good to see you too, Professor. Hold the fort, Neville." And with that, he's off. 

You pass by Sirius. "I'm going to help Harry. Promise me to keep yourself safe. Please keep an eye out for Teddy."

Sirius nods and gives you a tight hug. "Of course."

The castle is in chaos as students run from here to there. It's mostly last years helping the youngest children find their way to the dungeons and others readying for battle.

"Harry. Hermione and I have been thinking. It doesn't matter if we find a Horcrux."

"What do you mean?", asks Harry confused.

Hermione glances at you. "Unless we can destroy it."

"So, we were thinking..."

"Ron was thinking. It was Ron's idea. It's brilliant."

Oh, dear Salazar... you don't have time for this lovey-dovey stuff. And by the looks of it, neither does Harry.

"You destroyed Tom Riddle's diary with a basilisk fang, right? Me and Hermione know where we might find one."

An imaginary light bulb goes off above Harry. "Okay. Okay, but take this. That way you can find us when you get back." Harry presses some parchment in their hands before giving your arm a slight nudge, motioning you to hurry up the stairs after him.

"Where are you going?", you ask, rushing after him.

"Ravenclaw common room. We have to start somewhere! For the search for the diadem"

"So, the lost diadem of Ravenclaw is the next Horcrux? If I were the Dark Lord I would hide it somewhere in the castle where lost things are. You know, the lost diadem, it's in the name." You raise one eyebrow as you also wave a hand around, stating the obvious.

Harry gives you a surprised look. You cock your head to the side. Hasn't he really not thought about it?

"Okay. So... The Room of Requirement it is."

While climbing to the seventh floor, a sharp pain shoots through your head and you brace yourself against a wall. "They've done it", you whisper, looking at Harry. Harry shares the same look. He felt it too. "We have to hurry."

A loud explosion is heard in the distance before Death Eaters start flying around. You dodge a spell before sending it on to a passing-by smoke cloud. It hits Bullseye and the Death Eater lays petrified on the ground.

Finally, you and Harry reach the empty wall that houses the Room of Requirement. It's early quiet inside. Even the broken record has stopped playing.

"You take left, I take right. When we find something, we call out."

Harry nods in agreement and splits up from you. Your eyes scan frantically around. Between the stacks of old furniture and useless nicknacks, there is no sign of the diadem. But there is a faint high-pitched ringing. Somewhere in the distance. 

You follow after the sound and when whispers prickle the back of your neck, you know you're close. Harry also seemed to pick up the ringing, as both of you end up at the same table.

Harry removes some ropes from the top of a wooden box. You chew on the inside of your cheek as he reaches out and slowly flips open the lid.

"Merlin's saggy balls, we found it", you whisper in amazement.

The blue jewel in the middle shines brightly. Almost too brightly for how dim the room is. Harry touches it, admiringly.

"Well, well. What brings you here, Potter?"

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[beanzwrites]

since you write for spn, what about something where the reader is Sam and Dean's little sister and yk when in season 2 they go to the Roadhouse- well, maybe She meets Ash and she gets a crush on him and when they go to the Roadhouse She always stay with him? And maybe they also notice that she has Ash's ring (yeah in my mind he wears a ring with the scrabble's A) and they're like, teasing her, expecially Dean, saying things like 'oh, why don't you come ti the Roadhouse with us? We're pretty sure there's someone waiting for you' and it's just fluff with Ash? Thank you so much, even if you don't write it :3

"Your Frog Prince is Waiting~"

A/n: Thank you so much for the request; it's my very first one! I hope you enjoy! I'm not used to writing Ash, so I apologize if he seems a bit out of character; I tried my best.

Dean x Sister! reader x Sam, Ash x reader

Warnings: Cursing, potential cringe pet names, teenage crush

Description: As the Winchesters spend more time at the Roadhouse, the youngest gains a little crush on one of the residents. 😊

Latin Translation: mnemosynum (Keepsake)

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The inside of the saloon was quiet as Dean shuts the creaking front door. All of the lights were off besides a sparking LED light hanging behind the bar. The place was grim, the sun casting through the ragged curtains seeming to be the only bright thing in the place.

(Y/n) stays close to her brothers as they venture deeper inside, only to bump into Sam as he stops suddenly. Her older brother barely spares her a glance, his attention caught on the boy laying across a pool table a few feet away.

"Oh god... is he dead?" She murmurs, eying him with slight trepidation. Sam shrugs in response.

"Hey, Buddy?" Sam calls out, taking a step forward. No response. "I'm guessing that isn't Ellen."

"You think?" (Y/n) snaps, observing the backside of the stranger. Sam snorts in response, before heading towards the back. "Sammy? Sammy, where are you going?"

"Stick beside me, squirt." Dean's voice says lowly, "We don't really know what's going on here."

(Y/n) turns to him to make a sarcastic response, but pales as she sees a woman press a gun to his back. "Dean..."

"Oh god, please let that be a rifle..."

"No, I'm just real happy to see you," the woman responds, cocking the gun.

(Y/n) took a step forward, only for the woman to dig the head of the gun deeper into Dean's back. "Don't move, or I'll shoot his spine out."

"Don't move -- copy that," (Y/n) repeats, making eye contact with her brother with a dry swallow.

"You should know something, miss. When you put a rifle on someone, you don't want to put it right against their back, 'cause it makes it real easy to do..." Dean rambles before turning around swiftly and stealing the rifle away from the woman's grip.

Before Dean can stand his ground fully, the woman throws a full punch at his face, causing him to stagger as she pulls the gun back to her.

"Sammy-" (Y/n) calls in alarm.

"Sorry..." Sam states as he comes back out with his hands over his head, "Can't help right now, I'm a little tied up."

The older woman who has Sam hostage eyes the two men for a moment before glancing at the young girl standing with a distressed look on her face. "Winchesters?"

"Yeah," both (Y/n)'s brothers say in unison.

"Son of a bitch," she laughs, putting her revolver in her back pocket. "Hey, I'm Ellen. That's my daughter, Jo."

---

"He didn't send you..." Ellen pauses, a look of sadness washing over her expression. Neither (Y/n) or her brothers responded as each of them look away from her. The pain of losing their father is still fresh in their heart. "He's alright, isn't he?"

No," Sam finally states with a sigh, "he isn't. It was the demon, we think. It, um... it just got him before he got it, I guess."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. We're all right," Dean says.

"Really, I know how close you and your Dad-"

"Really, Lady, I'm fine," Dean interjects with a stern look. (Y/n) gently places her hand on his thigh before looking at Ellen with the shake of her head.

"So, look, if you can help..." Sam announces, trying to change the subject, "We could use all the help we can get."

"Well, We can't," Ellen replies, "but Ash will."

"Who's Ash?" (Y/n) questions.

Ellen snorts before yelling out the name. As a response, the guy from before swiftly gets up with a groan. Balls fly from the table as he looks around to where his name was being called, his long hair flipping back and forth erratically.

"What?" Ash's voice booms, looking over at the group huddled by the bar, "closing time?"

---

"You got to be kidding me. This guy's no genius," Dean grumbles, "He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd Roadie!"

"Dean, give him a chance." (Y/n) grumbles out, kicking him slightly in the leg. Ash cheekily smiles and Dean rolls his eyes.

"Alright. Well, this stuff's about a year's worth of out dad's work," Dean shares as he sits down, "Let's see what you make of it."

Ash looks over the papers that Dean slid over, and scowls. "Come on, this crap ain't real. Ain't nobody can track a demon like this."

"How do you know?" (Y/n) questions, "Our dad was really good at it."

"Well, sweet cheeks. These are nonparametric statistical overviews, cross-spectrum correlations. I mean... damn. They're signs, omens. If you can track them, you can track this demon- You know, like crop failures, electrical storms. You ever been struck by lightning?" (Y/n) shakes her head in response as he looks at her, "It ain't fun."

"Can you track it or not?" Sam asks, giving Ash the stink eye.

"Yeah, with this, I think so."

"Really? How long?" (Y/n) questions with the quirk of her brow.

"It's gonna take time. Give me, 51 hours."

"You can really track down a demon in the span of over two days? I gotta say, that's impressive."

"Oh, you'll be impressed." Ash says with a smirk, "It'll be just like fine wine."

(Y/n) didn't say anything as her face flushes.

---

"That kid's hair was something else," Dean chuckles out as they go back to Bobby's car. "Looked more like a rat's nest to me."

"I don't know, I kinda liked it," (Y/n) responds with a small smile.

"Liked it?" Dean speaks, whipping his head around, "You mean to tell me you'd get your hair cut that way too?"

"No! What I meant is, it suited him. Not everyone could pull it off," (Y/n) speaks, climbing into the back of the van.

"Yeah, if you call that a suited haircut..."

"Do you really think he'll be able to track Dad's demon in 51 hours?" Sam asks, looking out the passenger side window.

"Psh, my bet is no. Dad spent his entire hunting career looking for that thing. There is no way a kid who sleeps on a pool table can top that!"

"I say he will," (Y/n) replies matter-of-factly.

"What makes you say that?"

"I just got a good feeling about him, is all."

---

"Did you find the demon?" Sam's breath tickles the back of (Y/n)'s head as he leans over her. Ash sets his computer down, casually placing his arm beside hers as he types away.

"It's nowhere around, at least nowhere I can find. If this fugly bastard raises its head, I'll know. I mean, I'm on it like divine on dog dookie."

"You can really be alerted right away?" (Y/n) asks with awe.

"Any of those signs or omens appear anywhere in the world, my rig will go off like a fire alarm."

"That's amazing..."

"Where did you learn to do all this?" Sam gasps in amazement.

"M.I.T., before I got bounced for fighting." Ash explains with a somewhat embarrassed look on his face.

"What was the fighting about?" (Y/n) responds, amusement crossing over her face.

Ash looks over at her with amusement of his own, "Wouldn't you like to know, sugar cube."

"Okay!" Dean says as he gets up from the table, "Give us a call as soon as you know something?"

"Si, si, compadre."

(Y/n) gets up from her seat, going to head after her brothers who already made their way back to the front, before being stopped by Ash.

"Hey, sugar cube. I wanna give ya somethin' before you hit the road," Ash says, as he leans against one of the chairs.

"Oh? And what's that?" (Y/n) replies with a flirtatious simper.

"Give me your hand," Ash says simply, "and you'll get your big surprise."

"Okay..." (Y/n) chuckles, reaching her arm out. Ash grabs at her wrist softly, eyeing each one of her fingers before placing something cool to the touch over her middle finger.

"mnemosynum," Ash announces with a bow, granting her access to what he put on her. A bulk piece of metal clung to her slim finger; the initial A engraved in it. "Until we meet again."

"Why?" (Y/n) asks. It's not that she didn't like it; it was quite charming. She was just slightly confused on why she got the gift in the first place.

"I have a good feeling about you, sweet cheeks. I think we are going to be tight these next couple months," Ash announces, "You can keep that, by the way."

"Thanks... You know, I can say the same thing for you."

"Is that so?"

"It's so."

---

"Come on, kiddo. We gotta get going," Dean says as he grabs his keys from the top of the motel's mini fridge.

"Why's that?" (Y/n) responds, not looking up from her book. "I thought you and Sammy were just going to the town over."

"We need some info," Dean pauses as he checks out the ring on his sister's finger, "and I'm sure your roadkill boyfriend would love to see you."

"He's not roadkill, Dean!" (Y/n) shouts, slamming her book shut. "And he's not my boyfriend!"

"Sure, and you aren't red as a tomato right now," Dean smirks. "Seriously though, we gotta go, so... get to moving, princess. Your frog prince is waiting~"

[slippinninque]

💔The Sudden Goodbye 🫂

Koji Shimazu x blackfemreader

In which you do not give Koji a choice...

warnings: cursing, a bit angsty maybe, brief mention of infertility, breaking up, waaay before Tanoshī Yoru

"You're here."

"I can't stay."

You both spoke at the same time, then went quiet. Koji looked good in his suit with his hair perfectly cut and coiffed. He wasn't wearing his glasses, you wondered if he finally got contacts.

You knew how you looked. Dark and tactile, you were only fit to hang in the shadows unless you would be spotted.

Caine and John did all they could to give you this chance, this final chance to see Koji.

Koji stepped forward to close the distance between you. You flinched away as you worried about getting him dirty--Koji only followed until you were cornered against the wall of rose heads.

"Wait..." You mumbled before you were even sure of what he was doing. Koji's arms went around you and your heart ached.

Your arms coiled around his waist and you held on, this was already going to far. You could only imagine the shit show if you spotted.

"I tried to find you." Koji said pulling your hood down to press his cheek to your braids, "I looked all over but-this--what's happening..."

"I know, listen, you don't have to explain anything to me. Your... father came to me."

Koji pulled away and before he could speak, you shook your head.

"He didn't hurt me or anything, he was cool. For the most part. He explained things."

"That wasn't his place--"

"But mine isn't here with you," You cut in, "He told me everything. Your family needs this to work. 'the Shimazu clan cannot have another upset'. "

Koji twitched at the repeat of his father's words. Probably said to him as he was raised from a boy to a man, the same words said to turn you towards reason.

Kotaru Shimarzu was mean but he did not mince words. At least two generations went into righting an embarrassing involvement of a failed coup.

The bride's family name was heavy-- they had a spare daughter, the Shimazu's had an upstanding son. It was set in ink just as Koji was sent to the States.

"Simple maths that has no room for anomalies such as yourself."

Kotaru had met your glare with of his own, "I know my son. Do not be selfish and ruin him."

Koji's head dropped onto your shoulder, defeated.

"You only hid from me because you knew. You know, even now."

You arms went around Koji as you put up no protest or excuse.

Koji would have given it all up for you had he known. If Koji got to you before his father did?

His potential, his family's status, the favor. All of it would have been forsaken for a stray who couldn't even give him a family in return. Kotaru got you there, the asshole, you would have been selfish.

"You're a man of your word. It was safe enough once the vows were made."

Koji's jaw clenched and as you weren't surprised by the anger you seen. You both knew you were right, though.

You forced a smile and briefly touched his face, "I've only come to say goodbye, anyway. At least, for a little while."

Until we stop loving each other like this...

Koji's wet eyes trained on a spot somewhere over your shoulder, "I don't want this. Any of it."

"I know...but it's all we can do, right?"

Koji kissed you and whimpered. Koji would be a good husband because he was a good man.

You knew he would honor his wife, respect their union, you couldn't be there to tempt him. To sway or influence would lead to the undoing of years of sacrafice.

You couldn't let him choose you.

"You have to go back," you breathed and Koji made a low pained noise as your foreheads met, "I've been here too long."

"Not yet, I need something. I'm not letting you go when you've just come back..."

Time was running out. How long could the fucking groom be missing anyway? What else could there be you could give him?

"I'll tell you where I am, I'll keep that promise." You made him look you in the eye, "You must never come, though. No matter what you hear--never come."

"You would ask that of me?"

"To make all of this worth it? Yes. Yes, Koji."

A burst of conversation drifted past the cracked doors to the balcony and the two of you stilled as it passed. The reception was in full swing now with the sounds of music and laughter drifting in and out of your bubble.

Caine must have had a time with getting Koji a moment alone. Still holding his gaze, you spoke quickly.

"We'll part as we met. One promise, one debt. I'll promise to tell you where I am when you promise not too seek me out."

"And the debt?"

"Since I'm giving you this," you inclined your head towards the door, "You owe me a good life with it. So you must live long, eat well. Protect that family of yours. That is what I am owed."

Koji shook his head sadly but chuckled wetly. He nodded. It was small but you swiped a thumb over his hot cheek as he asked,

"And what's owed to me? When can I have what I want?"

Helplessly shrugging, you had no answer. What he said was the truth. It was all horribly wrong to Koji and that was the worst thing of it all.

Koji loosened, shoulders rounding as a harsh exhale left him.

"In forgiving you... I am owed your happiness," his voice cracked, "You must live. You must be loved and you must remain free."

Your lips trembled as you searched for anything to say in the face of the heart breaking before you.

"I --

"Pretty sure ol' Koji is sneaking in a cigarette somewhere--don't tell him I said anything..."

Caine's voice faded away and your weakness with with it. To make it all worth it, to make everything right--you could not be seen. Caine was your final warning, it was time to go to meet John parked a few blocks down.

Koji understood the desperate look on your face. He grabbed your hands, and kissed them hard. He closed his eyes and spoke to your knuckles,

"If you are ever in need..."

"...I'll let you know where to find me."

The tears won. You took your hands away, pausing adjust his lapel and to fix his hair into a more relaxed style. This moment of seeing him beneath the bright moon, you would carry in your heart.

With his eyes closed, you kissed Koji.

You were gone before the taste of salt touched his lips.

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✨ending notes:✨ When I tell you this entire long-lost / reunited lovers vibe has me in my feelings lol! 🤣This was good to get out! Thank you so much for reading and consider leaving a comment!💕✨💜💕💕 Tell me what ya think!

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[dayslynthesix]

Charles Leclerc x Button!Reader | summer break dump

elisebutton

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elisebutton beach, tswift shows, a lot o karting races (i won most of them but ironically my phone wasn't able to take one single picture, funny) and a lot o beach volleyball

p.s: i was on sunscreen every day!

charles_leclerc why does it feels like the sunscreen was a hint?

jensonbutton thank god our daughter knows how to protect herself from the sun

beatricebutton unfortunately, our son in low doesn't!

landonorris thanks for the invitation

maxverstappen1 could you guys just please stop that, my blood pressure is high enough

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc yeah yeah, it's just me and lis and summer break and max's cats (he brought them to italy, and i wish i was joking)

maxverstappen1 if you won't come back I'll go to you

pierregasly that was the most out of character max could ever

carlossainz55 cabron 1 and cabron 2 went for a walk

elisebutton my mom loved jimmy and sassy

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 nothing, just jimmy, sassy and website hanging around

danielricciardo wait, lis cat is named website?

landonorris LOL WEBSITE

jensonbutton i told her that was a great name, she did believe me...

mickschumacher

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mickschumacher make it double date all the summer

elisebutton THANK YOUUUUU it was amazing spending those days with you guys

lewishamilton i mean, mick's photo: all good, elise and charles photo: im not sure if jenson and beatrice will like thought

charles_leclerc send me this pic please i need to change my background

georgerussell63

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georgerussell63 yep, that's me, I'm just ken, while carmen is barbie

ps: thanks lis for the photo

charles_leclerc im here to politely ask you to stay away from my girlfriend

georgerussell63 its not my fault that i didn't drowned her while riding a jet ski that she doesn't trust you anymore

beatricebutton he... she... they did what?

charles_leclerc i can explain

elisebutton hey georgie, is your girlfriend single? *winks*

maxverstappen1 now i see, lis and charlie were walking around just with couples while i was home alone

elisebutton don't make me post all the photos you're in during my summer break, there's you and me, you and charles, me, charlie and YOU, YOU WITH MY PARENTS, YOU WITH MY CATS AND YOU EVEN CHANGED MY DOG'S NAME TO MAXIE 🤗

[deanoheartspie]

2 Different worlds-Chapter 1

Pairing: Mom! Reader x Actor Dean

Warnings: strong language, little mention of abuse

Word count: tbh. I dunno

A/N: Y/e/c (Your eye color) y/h/c (your hair color) Also I settled at the most famous for his live-action Batman movie😭

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Chasing your 3-year-old through the store wasn't quite ideal, hell it was a nightmare all because you simply told her no. “Emmy!!” you shouted letting out a sigh, as your other two children followed behind. “Ouch!” tripping over the sandals that looked cute at the shops but were a devil to wear, running straight into a man in front of you.

“Oh my! I'm so sorry” You say feeling deeply embarrassed as you notice Emmy clinging to his leg.

“No, it's fine who's this little one?” The man asks and gives her a little wave and smile.

When you finally get a good look at him, you can't lie he's handsome as hell, your cheeks can't help but blush when you meet his green eyes with your y/e/c

“Mwe Emmy! I- I'm tree! and I seen chu on tvs!” Emmy smiled showing off her missing front teeth.

The mysterious green-eyed man smiled and glanced away from the toddler seeing the older two come over holding a bag of goldfish, when their mouths drop open when they see him.

“Mom Mom! That's the guy who plays Batman!!” The 8-year-old boy shouted as he smiled up at the man and waved excitedly.

“Ah, a fan? Nice to meet you, buddy” The man gave a little wave back with a wink, you pick up your toddler as she was quick to get distracted by the goldfish that their siblings were once holding.

Awkwardly clearing your throat, you give the man a little smile and pull your son and daughter closer to you as you didn't know who the man was. “I'm still so sorry, enjoy your evening sir” You turn around and grab the cart at the end of the hall strapping emmy back in the seat. “What did I tell you missy? You're supposed to stay with me honey, your lucky he was nice”

Thankfully the rest of the shopping trip was somewhat calm and not too crazy when you strap in Emmy after shopping and glance over to make sure the other two are strapped in correctly When you hear a RING! RING!

Sighing as it's your ex, Jonathan you shut the car door and stand over to the sidewalk and answer the phone. It was a bad habit, you knew you shouldn't pick up your abusive ex's number, but they were your children father...

“Why'd it take you so fucking long to answer? Where are you, I'm sorry about Friday y'know how I get honey. Please come back the kids deserve both parents” Jonathan mumbles over the phone not sounding too interested in the call whatsoever.

You pace around running your fingers through y/h/c, the kids did deserve to grow up with both parents... “You hurt me and I don't want the kids to see that. Please stop calling, I will send you any information about possible visits.”

The answer only seems to piss the man off, as you hear him huff and hear the creaking of what sounds like a bed.

“I will call your parents. They will cut your ass off, what will you do then Y/n Y/L huh? You won't afford to take care of them. You will end up back with me and you know it so don't be stupid and just come back”

You feel your stomach drop, he was right what would you do? Your family loved Jonathan even after the amount of time you tried to tell them what a narcissistic asshole he was, they still and always will take his side. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you glance at the car to make sure the kids were alright. “I'll call you later...”

Hanging up, feeling a huge weight on your shoulders as you thought about your options when you felt a tap on your shoulder. God please please don't let me get robbed, you silently prayed before turning around and seeing the man from earlier.

“Heh... I swear I wasn't eavesdropping. Eh, I kinda was I can't lie. You're in a tough situation? I think we can help each other out.” He says stuffing his hands in his pockets.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

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ek playlist sentence starters part four

info: sentence starters from my eddie kaspbrak playlist; part one part two part three :

come on mess me up - cub sport

"we were walking on sparkles street growing up real fast"

"i left it behind pretty quickly, still the farthest thing from pretty"

"i fell in love with avoiding problems"

"we were riding on smith street we were right on track"

"i left it behind without sinking, they all said i wasn't thinking"

"but i want this, you know i want this"

"so come on, mess me up"

"you can break me, if you'll still take me"

"if you'll let me be one of the ones you say you won't forget"

"i was stumbling on suffolk throwing up real hard"

"inside was kind of misty, i knew none of the history"

lovesong - the cure

"you make me feel like i am home again"

"you make me feel like i am whole again"

"whenever i'm alone with you, you make me feel like i am young again"

"you make me feel like i am fun again"

"however far away, i will always love you"

"however long i stay, i will always love you"

"whatever words i say, i will always love you"

"i will always love you"

"you make me feel like i am free again"

"whenever i'm alone with you, you make me feel like i am clean again"

sedated - hozier

"just a little rush, babe"

"just a little hush, babe; my veins are busy"

"my heart's in atrophy"

"any way to distract and sedate"

"adding shadows to the walls of the cave"

"you and i, nursing on a poison that never stung"

"we are deaf, we are numb"

"free and young and we can feel none of it"

"something isn't right, babe"

"i keep catching little words, but the meaning's thin"

"i'm somewhere outside my life, babe"

"i keep scratching, but somehow i can't get in"

"so we're slaves to any semblance of touch"

"lord, we should quit, but we love it too much"

"darlin' don't you stand there watching"

"won't you come and save me from it?"

"darlin' don't you join in"

"you're supposed to drag me away from it"

better son or daughter - rilo kiley

"sometimes in the morning i am petrified and can't move"

"the weight is crushing down on my lungs, i know i can't breathe"

"hope someone will save me this time"

"your mother's still calling you insane and high, swearing it's different this time"

"you tell her to give in to the demons that posses her and that god never blessed her insides"

"then you hang up the phone, and feel badly for upsetting things"

"crawl back into bed to dream of a time when your heart was open wide"

" and you loved things just because"

"sometimes when you're on, you're really fucking on"

"your friends, they sing along and they love you"

"the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap"

"it teases you for weeks in its absence"

"you'll fight and you'll make it through"

"you'll fake it if you have to"

"you'll show up for work with a smile"

"you'll be better and you'll be smarter and more grown up and a better daughter or son and a real good friend"

"you'll be awake, you'll be alert, you'll be positive though it hurts"

"you'll laugh and embrace all your friends"

"you'll be a real good listener"

"you'll be honest, you'll be brave"

"you'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful"

"you'll be happy"

"your ship may be coming in, you're weak but not giving in"

"you'll fight it, you'll go out fighting all of them"

i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys

"i wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathin' in your dust"

"i wanna be your ford cortina, i will never rust"

"if you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee pot"

"you call the shots, babe"

"i just wanna be yours"

"secrets i have held in my heart are harder to hide than i thought"

"maybe i just wanna be yours"

"let me be your 'leccy meter, an' i'll never run out"

"let me be the portable heater that you'll get cold without"

nightmare - set it off

"they're coming, creeping from the corner"

"all i know is that i don't feel safe"

"i feel the tapping on my shoulder"

"i turn around in an alarming state"

"but am i losing my mind? i really think so"

"not a creature in sight"

"what you don't know is that my breathing gets faster and so does my heartbeat"

"i wish this was over, i wish that this was a dream"

"i created a monster, a hell within my head"

"with nowhere to go, i'm out on my own"

"i'm so scared"

"i created a monster, a beast inside my brain"

"awake me from my nightmare"

"wait, something doesn't feel right"

"no, something seems wrong"

"i've been feeling this way for far too long"

"oh that's too bad"

"as my vision gets blurred, my skin's getting colder"

"appearing young, while i'm growing older"

"i collapse to the floor and scream can anybody save me from myself?"

"walking to the ledge, i find myself looking down"

"frozen still with fear, now i'm plunging to the ground"

"if only i knew how to fly"

"i could convince myself this isn't my time to die"

"insead i'm rocketing faster and faster, i dive-bomb to the floor"

"when my body crashes to the pavement, i'm right back where i was before"

gives you hell - all american rejects

"i wake up every evenin' with a big smile on my face"

"it never feels outta place"

"you're still probably working at a 9 to 5 pace"

"i wonder how bad that tastes"

"when you see my face, hope it gives you hell"

"when you walk my way, hope it gives you hell"

"now where's you picket fence, love?"

"where's that shiny car?"

"you never seemed so tense, love"

"i've never seen you fall so hard"

"do you know where you are?"

"truth be told, i miss you"

"truth be told, i'm lyin'"

"if you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well then he's a fool"

"i hope it gives you hell"

"tomorrow, you'll be thinking to yourself yeah, where did it all go wrong?"

"the list goes on and on"

"now, you'll never see what you've done to me"

"you can take back your memories, they're no good to me"

"here's all your lies, you can look me in the eyes with the sad, sad look that you wear so well"

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 265

Two days later

Cammie

"My husband is a bitch. He giving those people hell. He made a girl cry yesterday and he made this guy cry today. No they both cried yesterday."

"He not doing so good, is he?" Amber blows. "I feel bad for giving him a hard time the other day."

I throw the dry clothes in the basketball hamper and chuckle. "That man is okay. He is choosing to be mean. He is a brat. He was on the phone with Caden having a good time a few minutes before he went off on the lady. I was going to send Caden to him but Caden too much. He trying to crawl and shit overnight. Trey won't be able to take his eyes off him."

"Wait where is Caden?"

"I sent him to fake daycare. He is with Mama Joyce at Chris' house."

Amber starts folding a shirt. "Fake daycare?"

"Yeah she has two nannies and Chris' daughter. I just wanted to act like I was dropping him off. For when Trey has to go somewhere while I'm filming or something. Trying to get okay with leaving him, you know?"

"Yeah."

I cut my eyes at her. "What?"

She hugs Lane's shirt. "Lane is so big now."

"Yeah he's still my baby. He went to Charleston with my mom then he's going to see Rose. Rose is trying to decide whether she wants to make the trip over here for 2 months so Lane can be close to me."

"He's been acting up lately its time for some grandma Rose. I swear he always come back so sweet and helpful."

I laugh. "Don't do my baby. He is always sweet and helpful."

My phone rings. I made a sad face watching Lane cry as the phone loads. He was looking away crying when it connects. Rose gets the phone then gives it back right away.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, baby." I smile even though I wanted to cry too.

He stops crying. "Way Taden?"

"Caden?" I ask shocked. "He is with the nanny."

"Mommy you get me?" He pouts.

I smile. "Okay. Do you want to go see Daddy with me? Daddy at the concert."

"That Tem... That Trigga. Man-ma... Grandma Daddy Trigga. He name."

"Your daddy's name is Trigga?" She answers.

Lane pouts, remembering he sad. "Grandma that Nevaeh?"

The phone is put down. Rose comes to the phone. "He is missing his brother. He won't stop talking about Taden. Taden can roll over. Taden knows how to eat food. Everything he eats he wants to know if Caden can eat it."

"Mommy?" Lane whines coming back to the phone.

"She's still on the phone." Rose says all sweet and patiently.

He hugs her. "Grandma I come back, okay. I come back."

"Okay baby. He so special. Where is Nevaeh?"

"Mommy I going outside." He picks his shoes up and runs away.

I smile. "Love you."

"Grandma what did Mommy say? Mommy taking me to see Daddy job."

"That's a new word." I smile.

"Yes, Baby?" She chuckles. "He did not wait for an answer. I don't think he is going to stay away from Caden anymore. You will have to send them both."

I blow. "Bye, now."

She huffy. "You can't keep my baby away. Soon they gonna both be telling you."

"Well that's not now."

"Okay, Cammie."

I smile. "I'll see you soon."

"Okay, Love."

"K." I hang up then roll my eyes. I call Trey. "Your grandma always trying to steal my baby."

Treys background was loud. "I can't hear you right now."

I hang up and send him a voice message. "Why the he'll he answer then?"

"To prove a point maybe?"

"I don't know."

He sends a gif of someone hiding their face. I suck my teeth. He just don't want to tell his grandma no. She said that to get me ready for next time when she asks for Caden because of Lane. Good try Rose. You probably gonna get your way.

"Oh no." Amber snaps. "Ain't nobody getting my baby. You will get me and my baby."

"I can't say that when I have rehearsals and stuff." I pout.

Marco

I walk into the quiet room. My fucking mute ass son sitting here in a gotdamn quiet as house alone. I blow frustrated before even attempting to talk to him. Don't even know why I bother with the little dude.

"Where your mama?" I ask.

He looks at me. Nothing. I look at what he is doing. He has a Lego set sitting out neatly on a Lego table. I walk over to him and sit down near his table looking at him. He watches me still silent. Me and Hydia always arguing about something. Last night I slept in his room while they slept together.

"Mommy getting a divorce."

"What the hell?" I jump startled.

First fucking words I hear my gotdamn son say to me and that's what he fucking wants to say. I should slap the shit out of him. I start playing with the Legos not sure what to say or do. He starts grabbing Legos really quick including the Legos I had. I scrunch up my face as I stare at the damn car he made in two seconds. Is that your way of saying I'm doing it wrong? I pick the car up and tear it apart. He stares at me for what seemed like an eternity then he starts laughing really hard. I smile. Bitch ass kid.

"What is a damn divorce?"

He picks his tablet up and starts playing a YouTube video. The fucking video starts acting out situations where people are discussing divorces. I blow and shake my head. Well damn. Not only did he choose to tell me he looked the shit up. What can you hide from kids these days? I start putting the Lego parts together really fast. He just laughs knowing it wouldn't be right.

"Your mama not leaving me, Amigo."

He gets up, climbs on the desk, then he reaches way up grabbing a folder. He brings it to me with a mad look on his face. I'm mad too my nigga. I snatch the folder emptying it out. It's pictures and of course divorce papers. I give it back to him.

"Put it back."

"No." He snaps.

I hit him with the folder. "Put it back, Dude."

"No."

"I'm not going nowhere. Those videos are bullshit. Your mama on some bullshit."

He tears the Legos up then stuffs them in his box and walk away. My fucking son talking to me. Holly shit. He actually saying words. I can't lie with myself that shit got to me so fucking bad. My fucking son goes years without talking to me then the first fucking thing he says to me is his mama getting a damn divorce. He shouldn't be saying nothing but damn sure not telling me that shit. He gasps startling me. He had a new Lego set in his arms. He drops it and starts crying. He runs to me.

"I will talk to you." He says.

"Huh?" I look at his face.

He looks at me. "You crying cause I don't talk to you?"

Oh shit. I ain't realize he crying cause I'm crying. I wasn't meaning to cry. I cry more. He does too. It's fucking emotional. Kids will do that to you. Have you in your feelings regardless of what anybody would say about it. This my son. My son talking to me. He not fucking retarded either. That was disappointing. Thinking about his life without his mama. He would always need somebody. But ain't shit wrong with him.

"I'll talk to you daddy. I don't like talking."

"I'm not... shit I don't know." I say hugging him. "You don't have to... you got to talk. Sometimes it's important stuff to say. There are people that can't talk so if you can talk you got to use it."

He wipes my face then wipes his face. "Okay."

I hit his ear bringing him back to my chest. "I'm crying because... I've been waiting for you to talk to me. I ain't want to hear what you said though."

"I made you cry?" He says getting upset again.

I try to think about how the therapist said talk to him. Fuck that. I don't know. He fucking understands me. It's just like I said from the beginning, some spoiled shit he decided to do. Fucking boy smarter than me looking up a damn divorce.

"Naw. I ain't want to here about your mama wanting a divorce."

"I hate it. Cause we leaving you."

I kiss his head. "Naw. Don't worry about that. I just got to make your mama like me again."

"If you cry Mom does what you want." He pouts. "Like this. Do it."

"Like this." I smile too hard.

He grabs my face making me frown. He laughs when I try to smile again. He shakes his head. I push him away from my face. He was digging those long as fingers in my face too hard. He laughs and crawls to his Lego box.

"Lane gave me this." He says opening it.

"Yeah. Let's do it. We don't have to talk." I shrug.

He smiles and continues opening the box. I frown at the fucking price on it. Gotdamn. $150 for this shit? He needs to get all of them from Lane. We spend about an hour on this thing. First he wanted to sort them out by color. Then he sorted them out by each step. He ended up falling asleep half way through. I set there watching him sleep and crying to my fucking self. My son talked to me today. Wonder if I can get him to talk again. It feels like a damn dream.

"Yo." I say on video chat.

"What's up, Papi?" She smiles.

I sigh. "I told you this day was coming."

"What day, Papi?" She plays stupid.

"You not gone see me no more."

She pouts. Sorta like my damn son did. "You call me over the phone?"

"Cause you gone want to fuck."

"You said it wouldn't be until after we go to Peru."

I shake my head. "I shouldn't have promised you that."

"After the trip?"

"No."

She blows. "Why?"

I stare at the phone for a hot minute. "My son talked to me today."

"That's why?" She says like so.

I nod my head. "Yeah... I mean no. Stop trying that shit. Aight."

"Marco." She says emotionally. "Don't do this."

"Aight." I hang up then immediately block her number. I blow. "Yo."

"Hey, Bae."

I shake my head. "What did the doctor say?"

"Oh." She says looking away from the camera. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

She closes a door. "It wasn't a miscarriage. I wasn't pregnant though."

"Good."

"What?" She says looking at me horrified.

I look at my son. "Yeah. I'm married yo. Your brother was right."

"Marco." She says low.

"Yeah." I shrug.

"You are a fucking jackass. I fucking believed you over my fucking brother. You fucking ripped my fucking family apart. For what? I hope you fucking die."

I stare at the phone. I don't say nothing. Wasn't nothing I can fucking say. It was all fucking true. Just a game I was playing all by myself. Everybody getting hurt but me. I did it. Oh fucking well. I'm not getting a divorce. Her fucking ass is married though. In the bathroom whispering so her kids can't hear her. So fuck it. I hang up. I block her number as well. Man. I call the phone company and disconnect the phone. I'll go back to using the phone that's on the family plan. The number I made some bullshit excuse for not using.

"Hola, Papa." My mom says. "Oh no. What it is?"

"Nothing."

She sucks her teeth a few times. "I need come to America?"

"Naw. I'll call you back."

"No."

I think of Ike telling me no and shake my head. I font know what to expect from my mama when I call her on video fucking crying. I blow and try to get it out. Mama's make you emotional as well.

"Ike talked to me."

"I don't... comprehendo. I don't."

I nod trying to get myself together. She was crying and carrying on instantly. If you got somebody in your life who don't understand what's important to you they shouldn't be there. I want my family. I want to be here for when my son starts talking about everything. If I'm not around how the hell can I do that? The front door opens. Hydila walks in carrying some bags. She looks at me then kicks the door closed and walks away.

"This man on the floor crying. No the father. I don't know." She retorts.

I look at the iPad. "Mama."

"What did he say?" She asks in Spanish.

"Talking about the toy we were playing with."

She smiles really hard. "His mother."

"Huh?"

"Uh..." She blows. She hates English like it's a person. "She is a good mother. I know she will figure it out." She nods agreeing with herself.

How the fuck she assume that it was his fucking mama that got him talking? She thinks she knows everything. Fucking mama's. She does fucking know everything but still. I'm not telling her about the talk of divorce. She won't talk to me then until I fix it. I don't know if I can though. I sigh.

"You have to go?" She asks.

"Yeah." I nod.

[knockyasocksoff2022]

Run Away, Runaway

1,569 Words

Dazai's Perspective 

~ 15 Years After the Incident ~

"I'm 25, I can do what I wish." 

I hang up before my aunt gets a chance to respond. It's bittersweet but mostly sweet. She's the woman who's kept me prisoner for most of my life, always afraid for my safety, she hid me from the world, using my mother's illness as an excuse.

"I may lose my sister but I will not lose my nephew."

And then when my mother did pass she made the tragic mistake of willing the responsibility for my care to my wretched aunt, my father joined in and it became

"Your mother wants you to stay safe, she wanted me to protect you." and "I lost my wife, I will not lose my son as well."

I was pulled from school and given tutors. My aunt took my mobile and shoved it in her jewelry safe. For the first month, it was dinging nonstop, and then she made a big point of blocking Chuuya. I tried to fight her, but it was no use.

I only ever had a flip phone after that, and even that she could track.

Now I place it on the floor and take great join in stomping on it until it is well and truly dead.

The rest of my things, the rest of my life, fit into three small suitcases. Clothes, toiletries, and my many books. The only possession that stands apart is my violin in it's case. Inside it is the instrument, two bows, and tucked in beside them, my last photo of Nakahara Chuuya.

In the small rectangle we smile, his arm thrown lazily over my shoulder, red hair brushing my cheek, grey eyes bright with happiness. Suddenly I feel cold, but I ignore it, leaving the sad beige hotel room behind and heading to the train station.

I'm not sure where I should go, only that it need be far, far away from here. As I board the train that little rectangle of Chuuya fills my mind, so I ride it to the end of the line, to Ihatovo.

Watching the sun rise from the rain fills me with a sort of sick feeling so I close my eyes. When I do, I swear I can feel someone leaning their head against me, but I know I'm the only one in the car.

-

When the last disembarking announcement chimes, I get up, lugging all my things behind me and head onto the platform.

The station is open-air, looking out over the orchards and rolling hills. The sun is high in the sky and the sun is warm on my skin. Most of all . . . it's quiet. No aunties yelling, nor cars rushing, or horns honking.

Then, footsteps.

"Hello, sir! Would you like some help?"

I turn at the voice. It's a young boy. His hair is golden yellow, like hay in the sun, his eyes are amber, and his gently tanned skin is marked by freckles on his round cheeks. He can't be more than 9. The same as I was last time I was here. Something about him looks familiar . . . 

"Thank you. What's your name?"

"Kenji. Miyazawa Kenji. What's yours?"

Miyazawa. Like the market, we went to that one time. I shake my head, snapping myself out of it.

"Dazai. That is my name. Osamu Dazai."

"Cool. I can take your things to the Inn. Are you moving or just visiting, Dazai-san?"

"I'd like to move if there are any houses available."

"Well, most people what have been here for generations, like my family, and we don't get many new people so the only houses are some abandoned storehouses that were destroyed by the big floor four years ago. It took out one of our orchards nearby too."

"I see. I don't need much, just a roof over my head. How much is it going for?"

"Going for?"

"How much does it cost?"

"I don't know. I'd guess maybe a cow. It is a big plot of land, but it's also close to the flood zone."

Right, they barter here. Surely someone takes cash. Or I'll have to buy a cow.

"Yes, of course, but who owns the land?"

"Nobody, we all own it together."

"So if I did want to buy it, a vote would be held?"

"I'm not sure, we haven't had anyone new since Ozaki-san and her daughter, and that was last year when I was visiting the city for a farming exposition. But I think the council would let you stay as long as you can contribute something, even if you don't have a cow. What's your job."

"I've played violin and piano since I was very young. I have a writing degree, and a music degree centered around solo performances and composition. If that means anything to you."

"So you write books? Neat!" he pumps a fist in the air, smiling.

It's now that I notice that he's carrying all my bags effortlessly, but no point questioning it now.

"Yes and poems, I haven't published anything yet though."

"That's okay. I'm sure you will one day soon. You could still give music lessons. . . . The last music teacher in the village passed four years ago from the flood." The boy looks down at the dirt road. " . . . He was a really nice guy. He taught my two older siblings Seiroko and Toshi."

"I see. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. We're here now!" Kenji nods to the small house in front of us. A woman with brownish-grey hair steps out, smiling. She wears a puffy-sleeved blouse, a straw hat with a bow, a long brown skirt, and western-style rancher boots.

"Hello, welcome to the Inn. How was your journey?"

"Good."

"That's good. Where are you from?"

"I'm from Yokohama."

"My, what a trek. Are you visiting family?"

"No, I intend to move here, but I'd like a room in your Inn for now. Do you take cash?"

"How wonderful, and yes, I do. I hope you can find peace here." She says it as if she somehow knows what I've been through. Kenji gets my bags again as the woman leads me to a quaint room. 

I thank her and hand her the appropriate amount of bills.

"Mrs Fitzgerald is very wise." Kenji explains, "She lost her eldest daughter a while ago to illness. Her parents sent her here because she was very sad and stopped taking care of herself. Her husband works in the big city and comes back every weekend. They live on the west edge of the village."

"Ah, well, she seems better now."

"She is. She moved here three years ago but it took her a year to come out of her house. I'm so glad she did because she's really nice. Now she helps out at school and makes and fixes clothes. She has lots of kids too, and they're all fun to play with."

"I'm happy for her then."

"So am I, well, I'll leave you to unpack. If you need me, just follow the signs for our farm."

"I will."

With one last smile, he leaves. He's so positive, perhaps I should try to be like that. I doubt it would work.

I don't bother to fully unpack, instead, I drop my bags and head back out (there's no lock on the door, but I get the sense that's only because this village is so safe) to check out the storehouses in question.

-

After a 10-minute walk, I reach them. They're four evenly spaced small buildings not even 3 x 3 metres with a tree in the centre. Still, I'll take it.

-

A month later A modest house stands where the storehouses once were. The entire village pitched in to build it and it was before I knew it. Now, I have a job at the local school teaching music.

All of the students are 14 or under because there's no high school in the village. They have to go to the neighbouring town for that and then to the cities for university.

The town has quite a collection of people, each with their own oddities, myself included I suppose. There's the farm, the school, the bakery that's also a butcher, and the Inn and that's it. Most people have at least two jobs. It's not so bad. It's not bad at all, but nothing external has anything to do with the grey emptiness inside me.

Sometimes I find it hard to fathom that I still remember him after all this time when I find it difficult to recall what I ate for breakfast. How does he take up so much space in my mind? It's unfair. I'll think I'm fine and then I'll see something that connects back to him in the vaguest way possible and it'll hit me like my gravity's been increased.

It's not even that I still love him, I just miss him. I just miss what could've been. I miss having the option to love. I don't know, not anymore. I wasn't very stable before, but the years of isolation stripped away all that was left of my sense of reality and left me floating in this endless grey abyss without a map or anything to hold onto. It was unfair of me, but I attached myself to Chuuya, he became my anchor, the one thing holding me to Earth. Then the anchor was slashed, and I was set adrift.

"Get over yourself," I whisper to the quiet morning, shaking my head as I splash water from the pump outside of the school on my face. My novel is almost complete, but right now I have a music class to conduct.

Through Glass Walls | Soukoku

~

He sighs, leaning his head on my shoulder. "If I asked you to . . . Would you run away with me?"

"Yes."

~

Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya are in love.

Dazai convinces Chuuya to sneak out one day and takes him to the beautiful small town of Ihatovo. Chuuya is sure this is the best night of his life and Dazai agrees until he passes out and has to be taken to the hospital.

The doctors won't tell Chuuya what happened. That's the last time he sees Dazai.

~ 15 years Later ~

DAZAI OSAMU: has been hidden from the worldever since the indcident at age 15, by his aunt and father. But he's done with that! Against their orders and probably good sense he moves to the small town of Ihatovo to live a life he can enjoy. This includes reading depressing novels, attempting suicide, playing his violin, and eating more snow crab than anyone should. It does NOT include a certain ginger with an intense passion for life.

NAKAHARA CHUYA: now a doctor who left his stressful life in Tokyo behind for something more relaxing. Ihatovo was just supposed to be a stop on his journey but the familiar face of his old classmate or rather enemy Dazai Osamu draws him to the quaint little town. Chuya hates Dazai, because he left him. Dazai just disappeared and never spoke to him again. If he saw Dazai on the street he'd just walk right by.

He can't ignore his curiosity over what happened to his old love, but is it more than just curiosity?

He should at least make amends since he's here, right?

~

When Chuya opens up his medical practice Dazai becomes his most frequent patient. He comes in with everything from small coughs to suspiciously even cuts. Chuya wonders about his ex-classmate and as the two grow closer things are bound to get interesting.

[trin-gvf]

D.R.W - trick or treat pt.2

2.2k words minors DNI

i want to thank @spicysamfk for helping with picking the costumes for this fic! <3

WARNINGS: oral sex (fem receiving), dad!danny, unprotected sex, face riding, slight biting

halloween night. something you loved the most. you'd always go out of your way to dress up. this was your 3rd halloween with your child but your first as a single mother. back in january you finalized your divorce with your husband. 

this year you decided to be cruella deville and your baby boy was one of the dalmatians. you had a bodysuit on with black ripped jeans over it. you even had a wig and the red gloves. 

the sun was setting and it was time to take your son out to trick or treat. there were parents everywhere going door to door. the first couple of houses were easy.

"what do you say?" you said, looking down at your son.

"trick or treat!!" he said, his words kind of mumbling together.

"oh aren't you adorable!" the old lady at the door said, throwing a mini twix into your baby's bag. 

"thank you!" you said, holding your son's hand while walking away. 

the next house was a scary one. you figured to skip past it as you didn't want your son to get scared. while doing so, your son started to throw a tantrum because you wouldn't let him go to the house. you sighed as you contemplated. 

"hey, need some help?" you heard a voice ask. you turned around to see danny. he was one of your acquaintances from the daycare you had your son in. 

"oh my gosh hi! i'd love some help." you said to danny, and looking down at his daughter. 

"hello to you too! how cute!" she was dressed as tinkerbell. danny was a single father, the baby momma left soon after his daughter was born.

you were surprised to see what danny was dressed as slash from guns n roses.

"you look absolutely AMAZING!" you said in disbelief.

"thank you! you do too!" 

you smiled at him, then got pulled back to reality by your son. 

"mama wanna go!!" he said tugging at your arm.

"heyyy little man, what's up?" 

your son's response was full of blabber and small words.

"how about this," he said now looking back at you.

"olivia can stay here with you and i'll take kai to get the candy." he negotiated. 

you nodded at the idea. 

"sounds good to me." you said, watching olivia take your hand and kai taking danny's.

you picked olivia up, dancing to 'monster mash' that was playing from the spooky house. 

"he did the mash!" she mumbled in her own baby language.

"the monster mash!" you said in a deep, funny voice. she erupted in giggles. her high pitched giggles made your heart swell. she had become good friends with kai while in day care. 

kai eventually came back with danny, laughing his little butt off. olivia got handed back to danny as kai came back to your side. 

"was that soooo fun mister?" you asked your son, kneeling down to his level. he nodded and made exaggerated gestures about what the animatronics did. 

you spent a good hour or so going to the rest of the houses before the two got tired and started to get grumpy.

"hey, want to come back to mine? after the kids go to sleep we can drink some wine or something." you asked.

"are you sure? we don't want to take up too much space." he asked, concerned. 

"of course! i have a spare bedroom that olivia can sleep in while we hang out." you smiled at him. 

"okay then…yeah! it sounds good to me."

it was a short walk back to your house as you just went to the houses around yours. it only took so long because of the babies short little legs.

"home sweet home" you said, unlocking the door. 

kai was basically asleep in your arms and olivia was on the edge of sleep in dannys. 

"heres the guest bedroom, if you need anything i'll be here putting kai to bed." you explain to danny. he nodded and went into the room. 

it wasn't long before danny walked in to ask something.

"hey uh, i didn't think to bring any extra clothes for her. do you have anything?" 

"oh yeah! let me grab you some of kai's" you said after putting him down. you grabbed some of his smaller clothes he'd recently grown out of that you hadn't managed to throw or give away yet.

"these should fit since she's smaller than him but if you need a different size just let me know." you said, handing him the clothes. he said 'thank you' before walking off to olivia. 

you changed kai into his pajamas and laid him down with his teddy bear before turning the lights off and slowly closing the door. danny was right behind you, finishing around the same time.

"you can sit down on the couch, make yourself comfortable while i go grab some snacks." you walked off after showing danny around.

you grabbed some halloween candy you'd bought at the grocery store earlier in the week and some wine. you grabbed two glasses before walking into the livingroom. 

you handed danny a glass and filled it mid way with some wine, doing the same with yours. he took a sip and yummed. 

"usually i don't care for wine but this is good." he said excitedly. 

"its my favorite, if you want i have some beers in the fridge. i don't drink them much so have as many as you want." you laughed. 

"i'm okay for now, this pretty good." he said, taking another sip. 

you turned the lights off, turning a random scary movie on. as the night progressed you both got into why you were single parents. 

"yeah, i don't know, i guess he just couldn't deal. we fought a lot, barely even slept in the same bed." you groaned. you had shared custody of kai but his father never really tried to stay in contact unless it was a holiday like christmas or thanksgiving.

"how about olivia's mom?" 

"i don't know either. woke up one day and she was just gone. blocked my number and everything. all her belongings? gone." he said, grabbing the bottle of wine and filling up his cup once again. 

"i don't understand how people do that. she's such a sweet girl. she has a love everything and everyone!" it was true. you'd watched after olivia once or twice while danny was out of town for work for the day. 

you soon became uncomfortable in the clothes you were in, realizing you were still in your costume. 

"hey..i'll be right back, this costume is getting uncomfy" you laughed, pulling at your bodysuit. 

danny nodded, watching you walk off into your room.

you took your wig off, letting your hair free. you scratched your head, not realizing how itchy the wig had been. you quickly changed into an oversized t-shirt and some rather short shorts. you couldn't find the energy to take your makeup off yet. you walked back into the living room taking your seat back from where you previously were.

"you look super comfy." he laughed, looking you over. you nodded, laughing back and saying you were.

a moment of silence fell over the both of you before danny took his top hat off, placing it on your head.

"i think it looks better on you" he said softly. you blushed a little before pushing it down further onto your head. 

"ya think so?" you smiled at him before your face turned more serious. he looked at your lips back up to your eyes. 

next thing you knew, your lips were on dannys. it was a rather long kiss. when you pulled away, you caught your breath. 

no words were shared before you kissed him again. it was more intense this time. you put your arms around his neck as he pulled you onto his lap. your legs straddled his thighs, softly grinding down onto the thighs your were sat on. his hands roamed your body as you did so. he pulled away every so often and let out a soft moan as your grinding touched his clothed cock.

you took his hand and slowly guided it down into your panties. you gasped into his mouth, pulling away from the kiss that was being shared. you moved against his hand, needing more pressure to be applied. he slid his fingers through your wet folds before giving you two of them. you covered your mouth as you didn't want to wake the children up. 

"atta girl, gotta stay quiet." he praised, wiggling his fingers against your gspot. 

"fuck" you whispered, feeling his fingers stretch you out. he swiftly pulled them out of your cunt, kissing your neck.

"let's take this to your room, baby." 

you nodded, telling him where your room was.

"um- its uh right down the hall to the right." you said as he nodded. you expected to walk there yourself but danny had other plans. he picked you up, holding your thighs. when he picked you up, his hat fell onto the couch. he was quick to make his way into your bedroom. when he put you down onto the bed, he threw his shirt off. 

before taking your shorts and panties off, he asked

"are you sure?" 

you nodded.

"yes please, danny" was all you had to say before danny tore your shorts off, throwing them off behind him. he slowly peeled your panties off as they were now stuck to your wet pussy. 

his mouth watered watching a string of wetness connect itself to you and your panties. he took the string on his finger and licked it off. he took his pointer finger and put it on your aching clit. he drew circles onto it, loving the way your body jolted at the sensation.

his finger was soon replaced by his warm tongue. a hand took its place in his hair.

"fuck- danny" you groaned. he pulled away, smirking at the idea he got. 

"i have an idea, baby." he said, standing up. he scooted you over, taking his place and laying on the bed. 

"sit on my face, love." his voice was enough to make you cum. 

you straddled his head, hovering over his face.

"come on now, sit down."

"danny i don't wanna make you-" you got interrupted. 

"you're not going to hurt me, i said sit down." he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you down. 

your back immediately arched, loving the warm feeling his tongue was giving you. you started to grind against his face. his nose gave you another form of sensation you didn't know was possible. 

"you're so good what the- the fu-UCK!" you said the last part rather loudly. danny dug his nails into your soft skin, warning you to be quiet. you covered your mouth once again and started to grind against his face faster. 

"im- im gunna cum" you mumbled under your hand. 

danny's tongue went faster as you said so. the pleasure washed over you and your body went warm. your eyes rolled back and you rode your orgasm out onto danny's face. 

you came back to and danny was rubbing your ass, calming you down from all the pleasure you just experienced. 

you crawled off danny's face and took the spot he was in. he kicked off his pants and boxers, taking literal seconds to stuff you full of cock. as he started to fuck into you, you bit into his shoulder to quiet yourself. you hadn't been fucked in so long that it was painful for a few good seconds. not that you were complaining, it was a good burn when you got stretched out.

"so tight, could make me cum in fucking seconds." danny growled in your ear. you let go of his shoulder, taking deep breaths in. you were so sensitive you too could finish in seconds. 

"danny, i'm so close. fuck don't stop, dont stop!" you whisper yelled. 

"do it for me then, cum on my cock." 

your body jolted again as you came again. your eyes rolled back once more and you clawed into danny's arms. your mind went fuzzy, not even realizing danny pulled out and came onto your shirt. your bodies could've molded together with the energy surrounding you two. 

after cleaning up, danny laid next to you, holding you waist before falling asleep together. 

the next morning you woke up, seeing where danny's body previously was, was now cold. you put shorts on under your shirt, walking to kai's room. he was still sleeping. you calmly rubbed his little tummy, trying to slowly wake him. 

"mama?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. 

"good morning, my boy!" you said in a soft voice. 

"let's go eat some breakfast, yeah?" you asked, taking his hand. as you walked into the kitchen you could have cried. danny was cooking eggs and bacon for you all. olivia was sat in a chair, also still half asleep. 

"good morning, little man!" he said, saying hello to kai.

"wow! guessed i'm chopped liver!" you laughed at danny.

"good morning to you too, y/n." he smiled, looking down at the food he was cooking. 

you were hoping he'd stick around. 

[queenquinzel715]

2.1 Demon Toran

2.1 Demon Toran/ siren reader

(Y/n) P.O.V

          Having a whole species to take care of is a very stressful thing, but when you are first born it makes you wish you weren't a princess. I know I shouldn't complain, because my life is better than anyone else's, from the best teacher, and chefs. 

          Lately I've been wanting to be adventurous, but of course my father won't allow that to happen. He says I must stay in the Coven until I learn how to control my powers, which is ridiculous, because I can beat everyone in the Coven. 

         Today, father has me sit in on one of his meetings, which is a surprise for everyone, because when the elders of the Coven come in they almost stop talking when they see me sitting in my father's chair. As my father stands behind me, he clears his throat, and waits for everyone to give him their attention. 

"This meeting is just to inform you all on the decision I've made," Father begins. "The vampire clan have agreed to bring our Kingdoms together. We've come to the agreement that my daughter, and their son will get married, have an heir to strengthen the alliance." He sounds so pleased with himself, but I can feel myself getting angry. 

"Father? Pardon me, but did you say marriage?" I stutter as I say it. 

"Everything will be planned." He continues to speak like I didn't just ask him a question. "All you have to do is sign the certificate." He still tries to continue, but I stop him this time. 

"Father, I'm not marrying anyone, even the beast of a man like the vampire prince." I firmly state. "My mother would never allow this." 

         When I finish speaking he is right in front of my face with a deep angry scowl on his face. I stand tall as I look him in the eyes, because he needs to know he doesn't intimidate me. He goes to grab me, but I use my power to keep him in a chair. 

"You will be let go when I'm an hour away from the border. It would be in your best interest for your army to not follow me." I informed him. 

"I will find you, and I'll make you listen." He seethe. 

"Goodbye father." Is the last thing I say before walking out. 

          The servants run away from my dark presence as I march to my chambers, and start packing things in big trunks. I pack what I have left of my mother, my main clothes, and some of my own books. I left the rest to the ladies that took care of me, and after some heartfelt goodbyes, a glare from my brother, I was off. Only the driver knew where I was going, well my mother as well, but I took this idea from her journal. 

          During the long journey I was engulfed in a book when the driver stopped outside the Silentdew Kingdom. We are questioned by the guards, but I hide my face when one checks inside the carriage. Once we are allowed inside the Kingdom, we are directed to the throne room where King Jule is standing at the bottom of his throne. To show no hostility to his Kingdom I bow. 

"I've waited a long time for you to show up, Princess." He smirks. "Come sit. We have a lot to talk about." He jesters with his hand to the desk behind his throne. 

"What do you mean, Sire?" I ask. 

"You probably know around the time you were born I took over this Kingdom from humans, became an equal ruler. Well your mother saw this, and came to me for help." He goes to a picture hanging next to us, and waves his hand. "She could sense the power you held, and also knew her time was limited." He pulls a box from behind the painting. "She has everything you need in your room in the west wing. She made sure to have it next to the library." He chuckles. "She was a stubborn woman, your mother. You'll have a guard to accompany you while you learn your way. Toran!" 

          When heavy footsteps enter the room, the room goes completely calm, so I turn to the person. A demon, standing next to the desk, but he's staring at me as I look him over. I instantly want to be in his arms.

"Toran this is (y/n), the important person I told you about. Show her around." King Jule says to him. 

         Toran guides me through the Kingdom, and I can't help but take in his appearance. His body is littered with scars, and his dominant demeanor I can tell he's been through something.

          When we got inside my room I could feel my mother there, but I stopped myself from crying as Toran brought in my trunks. I watch in awe as he carries the trunks around like they are pillows. I didn't realize I was staring so hard until he was standing in front of me.

"Did you want to rest before I showed you around tomorrow?" His deep, scratched voice shocks me. 

"I would like that, thank you." I lazily smile as I open my trunk. "Do you have to guard the door, because you can sit on the couch?" I offer as I take my things.

            He doesn't say anything which makes me turn to him as he sits on the couch. I could feel his eyes watching me as I moved around the room. Once everything is in a spot, Toran pops up next to me, and puts the trunks in the closet. I sit at the desk as I watch him, and how he goes back to the couch, moving the pillows around. I turn with a sigh, my eyes landing on the letter King Jule gave me, and with a shaking breath I open the letter. 

 My Dear (y/n),

            My sweet daughter I'm so sorry your life is the way it is, and I can only beg you forgive me. When you were born I knew I had to protect you, because of your father. I don't know if you ever found out, but our marriage was arranged. Our fathers were part of this council, and our marriage was supposed to help my people. Well being the power driven man your father is he wanted witches to be superior, and had most of the siren people killed. 

  (Y/n) I've only wanted your happiness, and that's why I came to Silentdew. I practically begged Jule to help, and he knew I wouldn't let go. King Jule and I came together to lock up most of your power. My darling, please don't be mad. I just couldn't let you be used for something you never wanted. You have everything here to learn about our people, your power, and how to be you. I wish I could be your teacher, and watch you blossom into the queen you are. You can trust Jule wholeheartedly, and I hope you understand things had to be done this way. 

          Love always, Your Mother

     I must have been crying, because two dark gray fingers hold a handkerchief in front of my face. I softly took it from him, wiping under my eyes, and Toran folds the letter back into the envelope. As he walks back to his seat I turn sideways in the chair. 

"Sorry. I don't usually let myself cry like this." I give a slight laugh. 

"Don't be sorry. There is nothing wrong with letting yourself feel emotions." His hard voice covers my heart. 

"That's a deep statement." I say. 

         He doesn't say anything, but stares at the table in front of the couch. I didn't want to push him, so I just served us some tea. I decided to look at some of the books my mother has on the shelf in the room. As I touched the spine of the old book I could feel the power coming through my hand. 

          The more I learn the more I get scared of how powerful I am, and just what I am. I kept looking through the different books, learning as much as I could, but I didn't realize it had gotten dark. As I stretched my back I noticed that Toran must have started the fire. I put the books in neat stacks as I stand up, and look over to Toran. He is laying down his arm behind his head, but he's not sleeping, he's looking at me. 

"I didn't mean to get into reading like that." I giggle. 

"It's alright. I tried getting your attention for dinner, but you didn't budge." He sits up properly. "What made you so intrigued?"

"These books are from my mother on how I can control my power properly." I smile down at the books. "It seems my powers are locked up, because I'm a siren." I say nonchalantly. 

"I'll go get you some dinner. Don't leave the room." He practically runs out the door. 

        I watch the door shut in confusion, but as I wait I go back to reading. Halfway through the page I pick up the details on how sirens mate, and I get a mixture of feelings. The last statement on the page sticks out to me the most. Your mate calms the earth, awakens your blood by just apperents, and just a thought can connect you both. I jump to my feet as my mind goes straight to Toran. 

"Toran?" I gasp. 

         It only took a second before he appeared in front of me, looking very concerned. 

"What is it?" He looks around. 

"Y...you heard me?" I stutter.

"Yes." 

         I didn't know what to say, so I just held the book, I was just reading, out to him. He looks up at me before reading, and I know he's getting near the end by his growl. Obviously we are mates, and we don't know what to do. He throws the book on the desk as he turns his back toward me. 

"We can't be mates." Is all he says, and then walks out. 

           I didn't know I wanted a mate as bad as I did, but when he walked away it felt like my soul was ripped out. I waited for a while, thinking he would come back, but of course he didn't. As I changed into my sleepwear I couldn't help, but think if we really were mates. 

        What I didn't know was as I slept Toran was having a stressful conversation with King Jule in the library next to your room.

Part 2

Part 3 in the works