#then got help today from my lovely friends!!

[p1astr81]

second dad zone - op81

synopsis: you have to go into work unexpectedly on a Saturday. The only person who could watch your daughter on short notice is your boyfriend, Oscar, and your little girl almost kills him (not literally).

an: sorry ik I have a lot of reqs I’m just in a bit of a block so I was hoping this would help me out of that😭

It was mid morning. The birds were chirping and light poured into the flat. Isla emerged from the hallway. Her tiny fist rubbed at her eye, trying to wipe the sleep away with unmatched ferocity.

She skipped the stretching this morning, hopping right out of bed when she smelt bacon and eggs. Her favorite.

But she paused when she entered the kitchen. Her mum wasn’t the one cooking, but her mum’s good friend. “Oscah?” Her little voice called, breaking from the remnants of sleep. “Where’s my mummy?” Her beady eyes searched the flat, but couldn’t find what she was looking for.

Oscar turned to respond, but the words died on his tongue as his eyes focused on what she was wearing.

Too many sizes too large, her little feet tripped over the hem of his home race hoodie.

His heart wanted to burst. He knew she probably thought nothing of it, but it meant everything to him.

He agreed with you when you suggested that your relationship be kept from Isla. ‘She’s young and her dad still visits sometimes, I just don’t want to confuse her or make her feel like I’m trying to… i don’t know.’ He recalled you explaining. It made sense, but that didn’t mean he didn’t see her as his daughter. He’d known her since before she could walk, and now she can tell stories with incredible details. It was only natural that he developed such a connection.

So when he saw her wearing his name, he felt loved by her. Like it was her way of accepting him into her life.

It was silly, but that didn’t change how he felt.

“She’s at work, but I made you breakfast if you want to eat.” He offered.

She took a couple steps towards him before she paused again. “But she said she didn’t have work today.”

“Something came up. It’s okay, it happens. She shouldn’t be long.”

Her big brown eyes blinked up at him. “Mummy usually takes me to daycare.”

He frowned. “I know, but you can’t go to daycare today.”

“Why?” She asked.

He shrugged. “It’s not open.”

“Why?”

“Well, many parents don’t work on Saturdays, so they don’t need to be open.”

“Why?”

“Do you want breakfast?” He interjected before it got out of hand. She could ask ‘why?’ all day if you’d let her.

She nodded pointedly, then wrapped her arms around herself, the excess sleeves hanging off her hands. “I’m cold.” Her little feet stepped closer to Oscar.

“Okay, I can-“ he stopped short seeing her little hands reach up for him, asking to be picked up. So he did, setting her on his hip—or at least trying to. She eased into him, her head on his shoulder while she watched him cook.

“You’re warm.” She muttered, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Oscar swore he could cry, or die, or spontaneously combust right there on the spot. Genuinely, he didn’t know what to do with himself.

And after breakfast, when she voluntarily joined him on the couch and curled into his side saying, “you’re a good dad.” He thought he actually felt his heart stop beating.

Because he was making his way out of the ‘Oscar, just mum’s friend’ zone to ‘Oscar, Isla’s second dad’ zone.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Undeserving

Fandom: The Pitt

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x F!Reader

Summary: In a tragic car accident, Jack loses his wife, who was your best friend, and you lose your husband, the father of your child. Now both of you navigate life together and co-parenting your daughter, Evelyn, while also trying to figure out your feelings for each other.

Warning: death of side characters

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Yours and Jack's lives were intertwined for years. Your best friend was his wife. You were the Maid of Honor at their wedding. Then the accident and both of you lost the loves of your lives. You and Jack were close but after losing the most important people in your lives, you leaned on each other through grief and therapy. You vowed to each other that you couldn't lose each other now, you were stuck with one another.

Even moreso when you realized you were pregnant shortly after the accident. Jack was there for every appointment, when your morning sickness was really bad, and when you gave birth. Giving birth to Evelyn was a bittersweet thing. She was the most precious thing and she would never be able to meet her father.

"I'll take care the both of you. I promise." Jack said as he stood over you and Evie in the hospital bed.

It was just you and Evie living together for a short time until Jack proposed you move in with him. You fought him on it, tried to convince him that taking care of Evie will be a lot, but Jack has always been stubborn. He wanted to help you, not because you were his wife's best friend but also because he cared about you. It just made sense. So you relented fighting him.

The first year of Evie's life was...a lot. You had a lot of breakdowns because you were a single mother, you missed your husband, and you felt like you were a burden to Jack.

But Jack, despite his own issues, he'd been the stronger of the two of you. Despite his late hours at work, he still offered to watch Evie while you slept or ran errands.

He was your angel.

It wasn't until Evie got older that you started to question your feelings for Jack. Whenever the three of you went out, people thought you were a couple and Jack was Evie's father.

Hell, even Robby, Jack's fellow doctor at PMTC would joke about you being a cute little family.

But you did your best to ignore those comments. Because you couldn't have feelings for Jack. He was your best friend's husband, he was your friend. It just...can't happen.

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"Uncle Jack Jack!" Evelyn calls out as you enter the Emergency Department.

Jack pops his head out from behind a curtain and his brows furrow. He excuses himself from his patient and fully steps out, "Everything okay?"

"Mommy got hurt!"

Jack looks looks you over and see's no visible visible injuries until you lift your wrapped up hand, "Evie dropped a glass. I was picking up some pieces and cut myself. It's...kinda deep."

He takes Evelyn into his arms, "Evie, honey, my friend Bridget," he points to one of the night shift nurses, "She's gonna watch you while I fix mommy's boo boo. Okay?"

"Okay," she says shyly as Jack hands her off.

"I'll be back, baby. Be good okay?" Evie nods as Bridget brings her to the break room to color.

Jack guides you to an empty room. You sit on the bed and hold up your hand to him. You watch him work in silence, but it's not awkward. You two are used to the occasional silence between you two. You take the time to enjoy the silence while he works on cleaning and stitching up your hand.

Eventually, he finishes and tosses his gloves in the trash, "Please be more careful next time."

You nod, "I know. I just...today has been chaotic."

He chuckles, "Tell me about it," he murmurs as he fills out your discharge papers.

"I-Thank you, Jack."

He nods, "Of course, sweetheart."

Your heart flutters at the nickname. He'd been calling you that a lot more recently, but you try not to think too much about it. You don't want to get your hopes up. You don't want to think that Jack has started seeing you differently like you with him.

He escorts you out of the room, his hand on your lower back. You hope he can't feel how hot your body has gotten under his touch.

You open the door and peek in. Evelyn and Bridget are coloring on some pages Dana had printed out, "Ready to go, baby?"

"Yeah," she scurries off the chair and to you. You lift her into your arms with a grunt and she holds out the paper she was working on, "Look Uncle Jack Jack!"

He glances at the unicorn coloring page with rainbow scribbles all over it. He smiles at your daughter, "It's beautiful, honey. You gonna put that on the fridge when you get home?"

"Uh huh!"

The three of you step out and bump into Samira, "Well if it isn't my favorite three year old!"

"Auntie Sami, mommy got hurt!"

Samira looks at you and you shake your head, "Cut my hand on glass. Very minor, Jack stitched me up just fine." You hold up your hand.

"That's good. Hope I never see you here under more serious circumstances."

You snort, "Join the club, babe," you bump hips with her, "I'll see you guys. See you at home, Jack."

"Bye Uncle Jack!"

"See you in the morning, baby," Jack waves at your daughter and watches as you exit the ED.

Once you're out, Samira looks at the attending night shift doctor, "Have you told her yet?"

Jack scoffs, "Fuck off, Mohan," and proceeds to walk away.

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Dana sits with you on the picnic blanket, watching Jack and Evie play on the playground. You're laying on your back, sunglasses on, and enjoying the sun.

"You know he's basically Evie's dad, right?"

"Who?" you ask craning your neck to look at the older woman.

Dana chuckles, "Jack, obviously."

"I-I'm yeah. I guess he basically is." You sit up, but lean back, using your arms to prop you up. It always surprises you how much energy Jack still has for your daughter. It brings a smile to your face when Jack catches Evelyn and she squeals in delight.

"Oh brother, you're so fucked," Dana says with a cackle.

You groan falling onto your back again, "I know!"

"Why don't you tell him?"

"Absolutely not. That man has done so much for Evie and I. We've been such a burden and I don't want my baggage to bring him further down than he already is. He's got enough on his plate."

"Honey, you and he share the baggage. You're living out of the same fucking suitcase!" You shake your head and run your hands down your face. Dana tsks, "He cares about you, loves you and Evie. Does he love you romantically? Hell if I know! But what I do know is that man would go through Hell for you and your daughter. If he doesn't feel the same, sure, it sucks. But it's not like he's gonna kick you out if you tell him how you feel!"

You shake your head, "I'm not risking it, Dana. I can't. Besides...I don't deserve someone as caring as Jack. Besides, we're only bound together because of our shared trauma, which, according to my therapist, isn't necessarily good. So I gotta work through that."

"So what, you gonna quit him cold turkey or somethin'?"

You sit up again, watching Jack and Evelyn, "...I've been looking at apartments. Evie is still a hand full, but-but I think I can take care of her on my own now. I got that promotion I told you about, so I'm making more. I can move out of Jack's, become more independent." You look down and start picking at the grass, "I don't want to keep relying on Jack. He's done a lot for me and I feel like I've reciprocated very little to his life. He'll have more peace and quiet once Evie and I move out."

"Mommy!" Evelyn calls out for you, running ahead of Jack.

You smile at her, "You having fun, baby?" She crashes into you and you both fall back, giggling.

"Uncle Jack Jack gonna get me ice cream!"

Jack finally catches up, slightly planting, "Only if you're okay with it, sweetheart," he stands above you, hands on his hips.

You stand, "I'll get it for her. You go rest. I'm tagging you out."

Jack immediately pulls out his wallet, "Here-"

"Nope! Walking away! Don't see you!" You take Evie's hand and guide her to the ice cream truck in the parking lot.

Jack takes up your previous spot, "What were you two gossiping about?"

"You."

"Oh great," he says with an eyeroll, digging into your tote bag where you packed some snacks for the three of you. He opens a bag of trail mix and tosses some nuts and raisins in his mouth, "Should I be worried?"

The older woman shrugs, "That's for you to decide whenever she decides to talk to you."

Jack's face turns serious, "Dana-"

"It's not life threatening or anything. It's just....a potential lifestyle change."

Jack frowns even more and then turns to you and Evie at the ice cream truck. You're accepting a popsicle from the ice cream man and handing it to Evie. You hand the man cash and shake your head. Jack assumes you're telling the man to keep the change. You then turn and walk back towards Jack and Dana, Evelyn walking a little bit ahead of you.

"I got a rainbow pop!" the three year old exclaims in excitement. She plops herself onto Jack's lap.

You chuckle, "Careful, baby. Don't spill any on Uncle Jack Jack." You then catch Jack's gaze, "Everything okay?"

He softly smiles, "Yeah. We're good," he looks at Dana who nods.

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When Jack comes home from work, you and Evie are already awake. The three year old tends to wake up much earlier than you'd like, but what can you do?

Evie is sitting in her high chair eating breakfast at the counter, "Uncle Jack Jack!"

Jack gives a tired smile to the little girl, "Mornin', baby," he kisses her head.

You're currently not the kitchen, but hearing the toilet flush in the distance lets him know you're in the bathroom.

On the kitchen counter is your laptop propped open. Jack doesn't mean to look at it, but something catches his eye. You're looking on an apartments website. His heart suddenly drops to his stomach.

He recalls the conversation he had with Dana weeks ago:

"Should I be worried?"

The older woman shrugs, "That's for you to decide whenever she decides to talk to you."

Jack's face turns serious, "Dana-"

"It's not life threatening or anything. It's just....a potential lifestyle change."

You plan on moving out.

Jack hears you approaching, "Your plate is in the microwa-" you stop when you see him staring at your laptop.

He turns the laptop to you and points at the screen, "You plan on moving out?"

You gulp, "I've been thinking about it."

He clenches his jaw, "Why? Why didn't you bring this up to me?"

You let out a deep breath and slowly approach him, "It's not a for sure thing yet, Jack." You close your laptop and slide it away from him. Avoiding his gaze, you say,"Just think I should be more independent and stop relying on you."

"I said I'd take care of you." In your peripherals, you see him cross his arms over his chest.

You continue to avoid looking at him, "I know and I really appreciate what you've done for me and Evie over the years, but-but I got a promotion. I'm making really good money now and Evie's getting older. I think it'd be best for us to be on our own. It's a good thing."

He scoffs, and leans one arm on the counter, "How'd it be a good thing? Evie should grow up in a house with two loving parents-"

"You're not her dad, Jack!" you burst out, frustrated that he just won't let you go. He grows still and you know you've hurt him, "I'm sorry, but you're not. And us moving out would be good for you! You get to have more freedom and peace-"

"Stop-"

"You can start dating and bring women over without having to worry-"

"Stop!"

"You're not going to be around forever-"

"Yes, I will because I love you!"

You're rendered speechless but his outburst confession. He runs his hands through his hair and sighs, "I love you. I love you and I love Evie like she's my own." He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, "Never, and I mean never, have I ever once regretted having you live with me. Never have I thought you and Evie were a burden. I can't imagine my life without you both. I love our little family and life that we have."

Your eyes are tearing up as you speak, "If you're saying this just so-"

"Sweetheart, I'm saying it because I mean it. It's not a trick. I'm not trying to manipulate you. I'm trying to fight to keep what we have."

You begin to pace, "I don't-I don't-"

"Mommy," Evie calls for you and she looks upset, "Mommy sad?"

You sniffle and give your daughter a little smile, "I'll be alright, baby."

Jack takes a step closer to you, "Y/N-"

You shake your head, "Go take a shower and go to sleep. You're exhausted, Jack. We'll continue this later," you mumble, helping Evie out of the high chair and bringing her to the sink to clean up.

You don't see it, but Jack's body sags a bit after your dismissal. He wants to continue the conversation, but you're right. He is tired and maybe some rest will allow him to gather his thoughts properly.

PART 2

[applejade]

Secretary

warnings: smut, spanking with a belt, aggressive language, strap licking, boss and secretary relationship, strap sex art of Sevika is by Ochakka_b on twitter

After months of searching for a job, your friend from college had finally been able to pull some strings and land you a secretary position in her workplace.

It had started out so well. Your friend helped you settle in, you started to make friends with your coworkers and it seemed as if your boss had already taken a liking to you. 

But as time went on at your new job, the relationship between you and your boss started to change.

The squeezes on your shoulder after you successfully did what she asked began to linger longer than one would consider professional. Every time she'd call you to her office to give you another task, she'd gently grip your chin and force you to make eye contact as she spoke. 

And while she got noticeably more touchy, she also got more mean. She would find random small things to criticize you for, find ways to humiliate you in front of your coworkers, and then would call you into her office to have a “talk” once you finally stood up for yourself.

Of course, these “talks” included no talking. She only used it as an excuse to punish you the way she truly wanted to. 

But you didn't want to leave. You needed this job and with every cruel act, you became more desperate for her approval. Aching to feel her warm hand cupping your cheek again when she praises you for a job well done.

That doesn't mean you couldn't try to get back at her though.

Since she loves to insult your “prudish” fashion choices, you decided you'd wear something a bit more revealing today to get her attention.

You wore a tight black skirt that hugged your figure and threatened to show your panties at the slightest bend. Coily hair pulled into a high puff and black stockings.

You sensed her presence before you heard her dress shoes clacking up behind you. A sudden hand gripping the back of your thigh just below your ass almost caused you to spill the coffee you were making for her. 

“Meet me in my office when you're done. I need to speak to you”

Her lips grazed your ear as she whispered. Your breath hitched and you leaned into her.

You replied with a “Yes ma'am” and she stalked away to her office.

You dropped off the coffees you made for the team and gulped down a few swigs of your own in an attempt to prepare for another ‘scolding’ from your boss.

You opened the door to Sevika's office and she glanced at you from her seat behind her desk

She gestures for you to come to her and you hesitantly walk over and stand in front of her spread legs.

She gives you a sharp glare and whips your body around. Your ass faces her and you know she can see the glimpse of underwear peeking from underneath your skirt. 

You hear a scoff from behind you “What made you think this was appropriate?”

“I don't understand. I thought you wanted me to dress like this?”

Her grip on your hips becomes tighter and you wince a bit.

She pauses for a while like she's considering whether she wants to hurt you or fuck you.

“Bend over” She orders. You hesitate and look back at her. 

“Why? You're gonna punish me for nothing? I'm not breaking the dress code.” 

She stands and presses her body flush against your back. Her mechanical arm grips your cheeks and your face is pulled to face hers. 

“Keep playing with me and see what happens.” 

You try to stand your ground even as her grip starts to hurt your jaw.

“I ain't scared of you." you whisper

Her brows raise and her eye twitches. You can see her visibly trying to hold back her scowl as her grip tightens.

“Fine” is all she says before she releases your face and bends you over her desk.

You gasp as she roughly lifts your skirt out the way to reveal a pair of lacy black panties underneath. You attempt to block her hands and pull your skirt back down, only to have them gripped and held behind your back.

“Uh uh. Don't try to back out now. This is what you wanted.”

She switches your wrists to her mechanical hand so she can rub circles into your clothed pussy.

“Prancing around with this skimpy ass skirt on. You thought I wouldn't notice you coming to work dressed like a hooker?” 

Her flesh hand leaves your pussy and you hear the sound of a belt unbuckling. 

Your breath quickens in fear and anticipation. You can handle a couple spanks but this is a punishment she'd never done before. You start to squirm, trying to free your hands from her grasp but she doesn't budge.

She huffs out a husky laugh “Acting like you don't want it. Where'd all that attitude go, huh?”

“Wait Sevika, please!”

She lands a slap on your pussy and your eyes start to water.

“What do you call me?" She says.

You sniffle in reluctance and stay silent. 

She slaps your pussy again, this time harsher and directly on your clit.

“Say my name, bitch”

you cry out “Ms. Sevika!”

You can hear her smirk when she praises you

 “Good girl” she says as she finally takes off her belt completely and snaps it against your ass without warning. 

You let out a squeal and she whips you harder the second time.

“Shut up” she says firmly “You want them to hear you?”

“No, ma'am” You whimper and bite your lip to muffle your screams.

She gives hit after hit until you're sobbing and begging for her forgiveness and eventually - she accepts it.

She pulls you upright by your puff and squeezes your cheeks together with her flesh hand. Your head is shaken gently as she coos at your tear soaked face.

“aww poor baby. You've never been punished like that before, have you?”

“uh uh” is all you can mewl through your smushed lips.

She mocks your pout and wipes the tears from your face.

“Please” you whisper

“Please what, baby?”

“Please touch me”

A smirk spreads across her ebony lips while she slowly moves your hand down to her pants.

You feel a bulge beneath her clothes and make eye contact with her. 

Was she planning for this?

“Take it out for me” she orders

You slowly turn around to pull her pants down and pull her strap out.

She tells you to get on your knees and you do so without hesitation.

Her flesh hand strokes her strap like she can feel it and you try not to salivate. She taps the thick purple plastic on your lips. “Get it wet”

You lick her strap all over until there’s saliva dripping to the floor. Her hums and slight moans make you dizzy and you attempt to fit it in your throat until a sharp hand tugs your head back.

“That’s enough” she says before she pulls you to your feet by your puff. You don’t even have enough time to wipe the spit from your mouth before she bends you over the desk again and shoves her fingers inside you. 

It only takes a couple minutes for her to finish prepping you. The ‘punishment’ had your pussy leaking enough for the prep to not even be necessary.

She lines her strap up to your hole and you feel her push into you. 

By the time her thrusts start picking up speed, your mind is already deep in the clouds. All you can think of is the push and pull of Sevika’s strap and her degrading encouragements

“Yeah, take this dick, slut” 

“This is all your little mind can think of, huh? Poor baby just wants to be fucked”

It doesn't matter what she says, everything is answered with whines and a mewled “uh huh” 

Her thrusts get harder the louder you moan. She slaps your ass as you start to fuck yourself back on her dick, coaxing you into going faster.

Your pussy clenches the closer you get to your climax and Sevika swears she can feel it.

“Cum on this dick, baby.”

Her permission makes your pussy gush and you shudder through your climax.

She continues fucking into you while your body goes limp. You put your hand on her rocking hips, attempting to stop her movement. 

“M-miss, please. No more-”

She shushes you almost instantly, putting a hand around your mouth, making your back arch in the process.

The squelching of her strap pounding your pussy and the friction on her clit tips her over the edge. She grunts out a moan and slows to a subtle grind until she eventually stills.

Heavy pants and the smell of sex fills the room. She slowly pulls out of you and gently pulls you up to her chest.

She kisses your cheek down to your shoulder and pulls your lacy panties back up. She grabs a long cardigan from the back of her chair and wraps it around you.

Your mind is completely emptied as her husky voice whispers in your ear to go back to your desk.

You sit through the rest of the work day in cum soaked panties until she comes up behind your chair and grips the back of your neck. As you ride in her car, on the way to her apartment - you plot your next act of defiance, hoping she’ll put you in your place again.

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Skaterboy!Ino Takuma was a certified simp. When he fell, he fell hard. Like he'll be planning your wedding the day you meet.

Don't get the wrong idea though, Ino doesn't fall to his knees the moment a girl looks his way. The last time he had a genuine crush was in his sophomore year of high school, but it was fleeting. She was his first girlfriend, so it was normal for him to think she was his "one and only."

We all know how that ended.

The moment Skaterboy!Ino Takuma met you, his world shifted. He thought he saw an angel. You were the embodiment of perfection. He saw you sitting all prettily on the stairs of the skate park, recording your friend doing a boardslide on the railing.

Your hair blew in the breeze like some over-exaggerated hair commercial and your skin shimmered from the golden hue of the sun. He swore he fell in love.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who is the most chalant person to walk this earth. He skates towards you, looking off into the distance, one hand in his shirt rubbing at his chest to give you just a glimpse of his abs, his brown eyes situated on a random cloud by the horizon acting like he wasn't trying to show off until-

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma falls face first onto the concrete floor.

His board ran over a rock.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma had it all planned out.

He would skate right in your line of sight and do a kick flip. You'd think it's so cool because he assumed you didn't know how to skate, and then you'd come up to him and say, "wow, that was so cool of you," and he'd say, "yeah, I know. I could teach you if you want," and you'd say, "ohmygosh sure," and you'd both skate off into the sunset.

But somewhere in the mix of that he landed on his right in front of your feet.

"Ohmygosh are you okay!?" You kneel next to him, helping him up.

That wasn't the "ohmygosh" he was hoping for...

"Yeah," he winces, "m'fine."

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma would rather eat shit 100 times (away from you) than have to endure the embarrassment he's feeling right now.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who plays off his injury like he's fine, although there is a fairly large scrape on his knee, you didnt need to know that.

"I meant to do that," he says smoothly, trying to ignore the sting from his knee. He'd rather die than admit he was in pain. That was for losers, and Ino is not a loser...

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who thinks his heart is hearting a little differently today because the way you were looking at him, all cute and concerned, he could feel a faint heat creeping up his cheeks.

Not from the pain—definitely not from the pain. And definitely not from the way you were standing so close he could smell the sweet, sweet scent of your perfume.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma try's to think of a way to play this off smoothly but his knee is screaming at him and you're right there, being all cute and perfect and caring, and suddenly his brain isn't working anymore.

Y'sure?" You laugh nervously, rocking back and forth on your feet.

"Mhm," he then nods, kicking imaginary dirt by his foot and looking at the floor in shame because he cant look you in the eye.

"So are you new to skating or..." It was at that moment Ino realized that whatever dignity he had left is gone. Flew out the window. Bye bye.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who assures you hes not new. Hes actually a pro.

"Oh?" You smirk, raising your eyebrows in suspicion.

"yup," he says, popping the "p" at the end.

"That was actually a part of my masterplan to get your attention," he states matter-of-factly.

"Well you certainly got my attention," you laugh, and God, ino could feel his insides melt at the sound of your laugh.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who asks you if you skated, to which you say no, and Ino thinks destiny finally let go of whatever grudge it had against him, because suddenly your hands were on his shoulders gripping on for dear life as he held you waist, guiding you across the concrete floor of the skate park on his skateboard.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who's never had this much fun in his life. Your laugh was a melody he could play on repeat and never get bored of, and your smile was so pretty he wanted to squeeze you until you exploded (affectionately).

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who squeals like a little girl in his head when you ask for his number. He planned for him to be the one asking for your number but Ino could care less when he has a pretty girl in his phone.

"So we can practice together," you explain, fiddling with your sparkly phone case.

"Because you suck?" Ino teases.

"Oh, shut up! I'm not that bad," you pout, crossing your arms dramatically.

"Really? because when I told you to veer right you went the completely opposite way," he laughs, recalling how you almost fell into a bush a few moments prior.

"I am...directionally challenged," you conclude. Ino playfully rolls his eyes.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma who texts you not even 5 minutes after you both depart.

Ino: 7:46 p.m- sooo same time next week? You: 7:48 p.m- I'm sorry who's this? Ino: 7:50 p.m- STOP 😭 7:50 p.m- be so fr You: 7:55 p.m- jk lol same time next week 🙃 Ino: 7:56 p.m- bet Read

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma goes to bed that night, his scrape still hurting but his heart feels all fuzzy and warm. He wonders if you feel the same—minus the scrape—though little does Ino know that you're screaming and kicking your feet in your bed, debating on texting him again or not.

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A/n: this was so fun to write omg I love Ino sm its concerning 😭

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Hiii can i please req yandere megumi corrupting innocent reader?😫😫 like reader is so helpless against gumi who’s like 2x bigger than her

Stealing?

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Megumi, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Y/N’s POV

College is… chaotic. The kind of chaos where I am constantly juggling assignments, and trying not to lose your mind from the pressure. I loved my friend circles as well. Nobara, the girl who always helps me out with my overthinkings. She's the best girl's girl I've ever know. Then yuji. She's such a sweet gut. Funny, sweet. He's too.... Well let's not talk about that now... Then Megumi. He’s always been there. Quiet, composed, eyes that say too much but lips that stay sealed. I always felt safe around him. He walks me to classes, waits when it’s dark, and steps in when some creepy guy tries to hit on me in the library.

“Hey, Y/N,” Nobara waved as she jogged over. “You coming to training?” she asked. “Yeah. I wanna catch up with Yuji and Megumi too.” I replied. Then after the training is done. We were walking towards our Campus again when we heard a whistle. Looked at the direction. Saw a guy of our campus looking at me *creepy*. He disgustingly signed for a blow job pointing towards his dick. And after that yuji was about to launch but Megumi was faster.

He grabbed that guy's neck with one hand and pushed him to the wall. We all gasped. "Look at her again you'll know what the hell looks like in seconds" Megumi muttered. The guy was struggling to breathe. One of that guy's friends came to save. But when he tried to reach megumi grabbed his hand with his other hand and twisted it. He screamed in pain. "Megumi let him go... He'll die" I said. "Yes that's enough don't be too rough... If does this again we'll see... Let him go now" Yuji said and Nobara nodded.

Megumi finally let them go and they ran gasping for air. "I didn't know Megumi's like that.... I mean he seems like a silent guy" I whispered to Nobara. "He is like this actually... He used to beat up guys in high school who used to bother him. The whole school used to fear him" Nobara whispered back. I gave her a shocked look. "Yes... This emo isn't that emo you think he is" She whispered and laughed.

Megumi’s POV. Few days later.

It was too early for training today. Yuji was half-asleep, drooling on my shoulder. I didn’t have the heart to push him off—not that he’d wake up anyway. We were waiting for the others to show up for technique sparring, but my mind was far from training. Y/N walked by. Her hair tied in a loose ponytail. Hoodie too big. Laughing softly at something Nobara said. She didn’t even notice what she does to me.

She never notices how I follow her when she’s walking alone at night to make sure she’s safe. How I memorize every outfit she wears, every guy she speaks to, every look she gives. She’s mine. She just doesn’t know it yet. "You're drooling, idiot," I muttered to Yuji, but he didn’t even twitch. Suddenly, I felt it—a shift in energy. The lazy weight on my shoulder grew tense. A low chuckle slithered into my ear like venom.

"I know... She's hot." I snapped my head. Yuji was no longer Yuji. Sukuna. He was smirking. "Get the fuck out," I hissed. “Relax, kid. I just wanted to say… you’ve got taste. That girl—Y/N, right? Delicious little thing” Sukuna teased, eyes flicking to Y/N. "You do like her, don’t you? Don’t lie. I'm not an idiot like the rest of these dumbasses." He said. I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. He laughed again, voice low and dangerous. "You’re so quiet about it. Lurking like a shadow. But you haven’t done anything, have you? Haven’t even kissed her. Tch... pathetic."

"She’s my..........we're just friend." I said. "You sure Yuji sees her that way as well?" Sukuna leaned in. "You don’t know about their late-night chats? Every night, Megumi. While you're asleep like a good little guard dog, your best friend is texting your girl." He said. My heart dropped. "You're lying." I said. "Am I?" Sukuna grinned, devilish. "I'm stuck with this brat 24/7. I see everything. The way he blushes when she texts back. The way he types and deletes messages like a nervous virgin. And trust me, you really don’t wanna know what kind of things they talk about sometimes."

I clenched my jaw. Hard. "You're trying to get in my head." I replied. "Am I?" Sukuna echoed. "You think he’s innocent? He’s a teenage boy with zero filter and a pretty girl giving him attention. Do you think he’s just talking about school and cursed techniques?" I hated how my stomach turned. How something cold twisted in my chest.

"You’re pathetic, Megumi," Sukuna whispered like poison. "You sit and watch. Let him flirt. Let her laugh at his jokes. You protect her, worship her from afar… while someone else is inching into her bed....You’re weak, Fushiguro. You could have had her years ago. But now, you’re watching her slip through your fingers like a coward. What are you waiting for? For Yuji to stick his cock in her first?” he said.

“Shut up.” I almost screamed. My heart arched. “Take her. Mark her. Chain her to your fucking bed if you have to. She’s yours. Not his.” he said. “You’re insane.” I said but my heart didn't agree with my words. “No. I’m just honest. You think love is gentle? It’s possession. It’s war. She needs to learn that.” sukuna said. “You’re wasting time protecting her like she’s some princess,” Sukuna sneered. “She doesn’t need a knight. She needs a master. Someone who’ll show her who she belongs to. Who’ll make her kneel and learn.”

“That’s not—” “What’s stopping you?” Sukuna cut me off. “Your morals? Your cowardice? You think that’ll keep her from spreading her legs for someone else?” he asked. My heart pounded. “Face it,” Sukuna continued, voice slithering through my ear like poison. “You’re not gonna win her by being soft. You’re going to lose her. Unless you make her yours. Break her if you have to. Love like yours doesn’t need permission. It needs control.”

“You think she’ll hate you for it? Who cares? Let her hate you. Fear makes people loyal. Fear makes them yours" he said. And just then Yuji groaned and slowly opened his eyes, stretching like he hadn’t just been possessed by a monster. I didn’t say anything. My head was burning. I needed proof.

Later that afternoon, Nobara invited us to sit together outside the cafeteria. I pretended to scroll my phone, watching Y/N and Yuji across the table. Laughing. So close their knees touched. He leaned in to whisper something in her ear, and she giggled. I waited for her to leave her phone on the table when she went to grab a drink. Yuji had gone with her. The moment they were gone, I reached for her phone. Opened the chat. Scanned. My blood ran cold.

Yuji: “That little skirt you wore yesterday? You really trying to kill me?”

Y/N: “Haha stopppp.”

Yuji: “Not joking. If you wore that in my room, I don’t think I’d let you leave.”

Y/N: “You're bad.”

Yuji: “Wanna be worse?”

There was a photo. Yuji. Lying back in his dorm bed. Shirtless. Sweatpants low on his hips. His hand was clearly inside the waistband. I scrolled.

Yuji: “You thinking about me now?”

Y/N: “Maybe.”

Yuji: “What would you do if I pulled you into my lap right now?”

Y/N: “Depends. Would you let me go?”

Yuji: “Not a fucking chance.”

My grip tightened around her phone. My knuckles went white. Another photo. A mirror selfie this time—sweatpants again. No shirt. The message below it:

Yuji: “Imagine me behind you like this. My hand under that cute little shirt you wear to bed.”

And she replied?!

Y/N: “Flirt much,huh? 🤭”

Yuji: “it's you after all.”

I know they hadn’t done anything yet. But it was close. It was dangerous. He was pushing it, and she was letting him. She trusted me. She talked to me about books. Walked beside me in silence. Called me “calm in the chaos.” And all this time she was letting Yuji talk to her like this? “Make her yours… Fuck her before this brat puts his dick inside her…” Sukuna’s words echoed again, like a goddamn curse, coiling around my brain. I looked up. They were still at the vending machine. Laughing. His hand brushed her back like it was nothing. Like he owned her. But he didn’t. He never would.

As the cafeteria crowd thinned, I stood up. "Hey, Y/N," I said casually, stepping behind her chair. "Can I talk to you?" She turned to me, all innocent eyes and soft curiosity. "Yeah, of course. What’s up?" “Privately.” I said. She blinked, then nodded, grabbing her drink. “Sure.” she replied. "Can you please come to my droom.... I really need to tell you something" I said. "It's okay..... We can go now. I was about to go to my droom anyways" She replied. Good.

Y/n's pov

We walked to his droom room. He opened the door. "You first" He said. I went inside the he. He locked the door. "Yk your droom always smells good and-" I was saying and suddenly he grabbed my face and kissed me. Roughly. Too roughly that I almost couldn't breathe. My bag fell on the floor. He tried to push his tongue in my mouth but I kept it close. I pushed him away. "What are you doing?!?!" I said loudly.

He just looked at me. I can't even get outside he's standing in front of the door. He threw his bag on the floor. Still staring at me. I walked back. He's walking towards me. "Megumi stop!" I said panicking. "Now you're scared of me? After all these days I've protected you from everyone?" He asked. "Megumi what's wrong with you?!" I said. I didn't realize and my back the door behind me. I was trapped. "Everything is wrong with me" He said. Then he opened the door and pushed me inside.

"Wait... Megumi stop please!" I said. He didn't replied. He closed the door and threw me on the bed. "Take off your clothes" He said. A shiver runs through my spine. "........what?" I asked. "You want me to rip that off?" He asked. "Megumi I-" He cut me off again. "I see what it is" He said and went up the bed. I was scared and tried to back off but Megumi grabbed my top and pulled it over my head and threw it on the floor. "Megumi stop!" I screamed and tried to cover myself. "Should have think about it before flirting with Yuji" He said leaning close.

"M-Megumi stop this please!" I said. "You weren't saying this when yuji was flirting with you" He said leaning close and pressing his lips on mine. I tried to push him away but he was pulling me closer. His hand slid to my chest and squeezed it. My body jerked off. I turned my head to the left to prevent his kiss. But he started kissing and licking my neck and jaw.

I grabbed his hand to stop him but he squeezed harder. I screamed. "Megumi stop this!" I said. "You thought I won't know?" He asked. He licked downwards and captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it. I was trying to push him away. "Megumi stop!!!!" Screamed. He looked up. And pulled down my pants with panties using one hand while looking at me. "I had planned everything how you gonna be mine how everything's gonna work out until you decided to go to the wrong person" He said.

I was breathing heavily. "Please I won't do anything again please-" He cuts off "you think I'm dumb like Yuji?" He asked and took off his sweatpants. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. He was pinning me under him. I looked away. He grabbed my chin and made me look at him again. "Don't look away.... I've waited for this for days...." He said a smirk appeared on his face.

He lined himself with me. "Megumi please please don't do this... Please! I'm begging you! I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry please!" I begged. Tears appear in my eyes. But he didn't. He pushed inside. I threw my head back. My back arched. I can't.... I can't. It's too big. It's thick. It hurts. He jerked forward and he was fully inside. I screamed.

It's too much. I've never done this before! I don't want it. I didn't realize when I started crying. He started thrusting. "Fuck.... Mmmhhhh..... Ahhh.... Fuckkkk.... Feels good.... Too good.... Ughhhhhh" He said between groans and moans. He looked down and me smirking. "Don't worry you'll get used to it" He said. He kept thrusting.I scremed. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. I was throwing my legs from pain and begging him to stop. And he was liking it so much. His thrust became harder and harder. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb.

I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thrusting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside... please please.... please Megumi I'm begging you....you're not even using protection" I told him between hiccups. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed.

"Isn't that more fun?" He said calmly with a smirk. I couldn't even believe what was happening to me. How could Megumi do this to me. Weren't we good friends??? The boy always kept silent, so the innocent is doing the most devilish thing to me??!! Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out.

"You are mine... You always have been! No one will take you away from me! I'll keep breaking you until you understand that I am the one for you" He said biting my lip.

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wanna try out some freaky positions? | myg

plot | that time popstar!yn is on her tour's day two in paris, and fans are wondering if she's finally doing the most requested position of all time. the one that may require her bassist (and rumored boyfriend), yoongi.

w.c | 1980

pairing | bass guitarist!yoongi x popstar!reader

genre | fluff, humor, enemies to lovers, slow burn

note | i'm still calling it twitter

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DAY 301: PARIS, FRANCE

It's everywhere. Predictions about your possible Juno position for your second performance night in Paris are all over social media before you even officially land in the said country. It didn’t help that you and your band members are active on social media, alluding that something is happening behind the scenes. There were also sightings of your close friend, another celebrity, who you knew was staying in France for his vacation. Your fans, who were already elated with the upcoming performance later tonight, flooded you with mentions on Twitter, which resulted in a short and unplanned Q and A.

You were in the middle of your rehearsal break when you finally got hold of your phone after posting that late IG story hours ago. Knowing how excited your fans are at the moment, you reinstalled your Twitter app just to have some interactions with them. It has been so long since you opened your account there, since you were avoiding seeing any tweets about your breakup from last year. You smiled as you typed in your tweet, along with a photo you prepared for today, swaying your feet as you sat at the edge of the stage.

While you have all of your focus on your phone, you didn't even notice Yoongi, who's sitting on one of the empty seats in the area where the VIP audience usually sits. He cannot help but smile while he sips his Americano, looking at you. He wondered what made you so giggly and smiley on your phone. Meanwhile, his phone kept on vibrating in his pocket, which made him reach for it. That’s when he got the answer to his curiosity. Notifications from your Twitter account popped up one after the other. He chuckled before clicking on the app to read more of your tweets.

You giggled at the friendly banter you had with one of your fans. Scrolling down the tag, you smiled even harder when you found an interesting question to reply to.

Yoongi had to laugh with that one. Hearing that, you turned your head up, finally seeing him sitting alone just a few feet down the stage. Your left eyebrow raised, wondering what made him laugh on his phone.

“Where are the others?” you asked all of a sudden, just to get his attention.

Your bassist looked up and met your gaze. “They went out for snacks. I got your coffee here.”

He points out the still-warm takeout coffee cup he has on the empty seat next to him. You smiled before reading yourself to jump from the stage rather than taking the stairs. Seeing that, Yoongi immediately stood up.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“I’ll jump,” you replied, already inching yourself at the edge.

He clicked his tongue while shaking his head, “No, just take the stairs.”

You pouted. “This is easier. I hate the stairs.”

“You might get hurt. Art and Cal will both kill me if I let you do that,” he said while walking towards you. He then stood just a few feet lower than you.

From your point of view, he looked nonchalant, yet he opened both his arms.

You squinted, “Are you gonna catch me?”

“Nope, I just like opening my arms at random times like this,” he scoffed. 

You rolled your eyes. “And I like jumping from high places.”

He shook his head again before telling you sternly, “I don’t care. Just jump, diva.”

So you did. Even though you would have loved to continue the childish banter. And he did catch you, helping you carefully land your feet on the ground. Steadily and easily, he got you with one hand, holding you up against your back. Unconsciously, your face is almost buried in his neck, like you were magnets, they just connect instantly. Maybe it was because he still wore the familiar scent that makes butterflies stir in your stomach.

And maybe that’s why you didn’t pull away right away.

With how close you are, you can feel his heart beating almost at the same pace as yours. Fast and loud. Slowly pulling away, your eyes interlocked with each other. It was a heavy exchange of stares, anchored with something heart-fluttering that you two didn’t have to label anymore. A small smile tugged at your lips as you noticed his eyes moving down.

“Thank you,” you whispered before stepping back.

Yoongi followed behind you, trying not to put his heart over his beating chest. He sat in a seat apart next to you while you took a sip of the coffee. The much-needed caffeine helped you feel warmer and comfortable in your baby blue sweatshirt. 

“You liked it?” he asked even though he already knew the answer.

“Yep, I needed that. Thank you,” you replied, putting down the cup. You turned to him.  “Why are you here, by the way? You don’t want to explore the city in your free time? We’re only here for a few days.”

He shrugged, “I don’t know, I just had this gut feeling that you will do something reckless and I need to stick around.”

It was your turn to scoff, “Yoongi, just say you stayed behind for me. It’s okay.”

He looked at you, brows furrowed, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

And he didn’t even deny it, you thought to yourself.

As soon as everyone got back, the rehearsal resumed. This time, it was a dress rehearsal. So you had more time and room for errors and adjustments. While Art is talking with the band about something related to your time on stage, you take a quick scroll on your phone. You instantly took notice of a certain tweet getting a lot of attention. You laughed at it as it sparked something in your brain. You swiped up your finger on the app to see more tweets from your fans, but a notification from a verified account popped up. You turned around to see Yoongi raising his brows. You typed in your phone before giving it to your very pregnant assistant, Cal.

The fishbowl method.

That method is known to be Yoongi's greatest enemy. Whenever any staff member of your tour brings out that glass bowl that was filled with rolled papers, he just knows he will hear his name from that staff member’s tongue. And today is no different day.

It was during the second rehearsal break of the day when Cal came in holding the infamous transparent bowl.

“So, everyone, this is for the Juno performance. We need two people for tonight,” she said it like it’s gonna be something fun.

Although Yoongi literally had no idea why, everyone seemed to be excited upon hearing Cal’s instructions as they cheered, including you. Fred, who is happily married and permanently removed from choices for the Juno performance participants, sat along with you and your dancers. He was cheering too. For more variety, the fishbowl included the names of your band members and dancers.

“YN, will you do the honors of picking two names in our bowl of names?” Cal called you up. 

“Okay, here we go. Drumroll, please,” you quipped, but Fred followed, running to his drums and playing them.

Knowing his fate, Yoongi was not surprised anymore when he heard his name after Noah’s. He is not even disappointed or frustrated. He just accepted and expected that the fishbowl method loves him. But what he did not expect was the reason for today’s fishbowl method. While you explained your plan for tonight’s Juno performance pose, Yoongi just shook his head with a smile as he was already used to your straightforward poses. He just didn’t expect that you could be this creative for positions.

“So, do you want to be at the back or the front?” Noah asked, which can sound strange without context.

Yoongi blinked, “What?”

He was obviously dumbfounded, making the others laugh. You tried not to laugh while you bit off your inner cheek.

“He means for the Eiffel Tower,” you explained, which didn’t really clarify anything for him.

Noah cuts in to help, “We are basically the tower itself, while YN is the centerpiece. She will bend forward, and we-” he clasped his hands together, “Are gonna high-five over her.”

“That’s your Juno position for tonight?!” Yoongi looked at him, then to you.

You nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah, the Eiffel Tower!”

When it finally registered in his head, everyone can see Yoongi’s shoulders deflating as he shakes his head with a smile. Just smiling over how stupid yet creative this whole thing is. His defeated stance made Fred and the dancers laugh. 

“I swear, we should change that fishbowl method,” he muttered, pushing his hair back.

“I think the fishbowl likes you a lot,” you teased him.

“I don’t think it was just the fishbowl,” he replied, making you pause while you three walk to the heart-shaped center stage.

Noah, who did not hear that last line since he walked faster, snapped his fingers, “Catch up, lovers. Let’s do this test run for the Eiffel Tower. I’m honestly starting to feel like the third wheel here.”

He said the name sarcastically, which resulted to you rolling your eyes and Yoongi scratching the back of his neck. You get into the position. You have your sparkly mic in your right hand, singing the last line before the pose. 

“Wanna try out some freaky position?” 

The guys stood on your front and back. Noah was on the front, while Yoongi was behind you.

“Have you ever tried… this one?” 

You bent forward as Yoongi and Noah high-fived over you, which instantly earned some whistling and cheers from your tour staff and dancers. You laughed, making you lose balance and accidentally grind against Yoongi. You only snapped out of it when he instinctively gripped your hips to steady you in place.

Noah, who saw this happen, gaped, “Oh my god, someone wash my eyes with holy water.”

Being the dramatic one, he threw up his hands and walked away in exaggerated disbelief. You and Yoongi, on the other hand, seemed to be in your own little world as you looked over your shoulder to look at him.

“Oops, sorry,” you said without really meaning it. 

He raised an eyebrow, “Really?”

You shrugged, standing back up, “Eh.”

Noah groaned from afar, leaning on one of the big speakers near their instruments, “Where is the HR for this tour?! I need to report something!”

The joke made everyone laugh. Akio, being the second most dramatic one in the band, dramatically consoled Noah. You stifled a laugh, turning around in their direction.

“Oh my god, you’re making me look like I’m a problem here.” you fed into their little bit that was going on.

Your best friend accusedly pointed out his finger, “You are the problem, and so is Tower B over there.”

Mr. Tower B, who stood next to you, remained casual as he muttered, “I don’t mind what’s going on. I kinda liked the view.”

The subtle smugness in his statement got a loud reaction from everyone. Fred laughed. The dancers howled. Akio and Noah groaned. The rehearsals are getting a little messier so Art had to step in.

“Okay, everyone. Let’s go rehearse the performance from the top again,” he signalled the dancers to stand up before turning to you and Yoongi. “And less thrusting, this time.”

You gasped even though you knew he was just teasing you, “There was no thrusting! I accidentally ground against him, that’s very much different!”

Art gave you a look that said, “Uh-huh, sure.”

Yoongi remained unbothered, “Yeah, thrusting is different. It requires intent.”

With that unexpected remark, the room erupted with laughter. All while your eyes widened, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks.

“Yoongi!” you scolded him through an embarrassed gritted grin.

He looked at you, nonchalant as he blinked innocently,  “What? I was just explaining!”

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Love is about period baskets (Bob Reynolds x F! Reader fluff)

Bob wants to help his girlfriend when she is in pain, so he asks Yelena what to do.

Warning: Just the reader having painful periods and use of (y/n) literally two times

A/N: I suffer from terrible PMS and periods so I'm feeling soft today!

Bob was worried.

You've been dating for less than a month and it was his first time seeing you like that; usually, you were the first person from the team to wake up, cooking breakfast and making sure that nobody overslept.

This time you weren't there.

—I-is (y/n) okay? She told me she was gonna sleep for ten more minutes, but she looked sick— Bob said, with the usual hint of sadness in his eyes.

—Easy, little man. You are not going to die if you're separated for a while— Alexei chuckled, drinking his coffee.

—Don't be rude, idiot— Yelena spat to the bearded man before facing Bob— Do you know what periods are?

—I've heard of them, blood comes out of a woman's-

—YES, yes. Got it— The blonde interrumpted, her cheeks turning red.— And (y/n) has some issues with them. Hers are really painful, so she can't really leave the bed when it happens.

The dark haired man nodded shyly. He wanted to help his girlfriend, the idea of her suffering hurt him.

—Well, you know. You could make her a period basket, and I will help you with that.

—A period basket?— Bob and Alexei said at unison. Yelena sighed.

Men

After a few hours, the duo encouraged your boyfriend to knock on your door. You obviously invited him to come in and he awkwardly handed you a pretty pink box with a white bow. It was full of cute and useful things; pads, painkillers, tea bags and a hot water bottle.

—Oh, Bob— you said, wiping the tears off your eyes— This is beautiful, thank you so much, my love.

—It's for your period— he smiled, looking down— There's more under the hot water thing.

A period basket can't be completed without snacks, and he got you a perfect mix of sweet and salty stuff.

—Peanut butter chocolates?? You are the best, I love these!

—Yelena told me to get them because they're your favorite and you both eat them together— It was obvious that your best friend helped him a little.— Oh! And this is also for you

You looked at him confused as he took his hoodie off, showing a little bit of his toned abs.

—Are you gonna gift me an striptease or what?— You laughed, secretly loving the thought of it.

Bob blushed so intensely you thought he was going to explode.

—Oh, n-no. The hoodie, it's for you. I got more of them so you can keep this one.

That was the sweetest thing somebody has ever done to you. For the first time in at least two days, you got out of the bed only to hug him tight. Bob's big arms surrounded you as if you were his entire world.

—I don't feel so good. Would you cuddle with me?— you asked softly, still hugging him

—Of course I will— Now, he smiled looking directly at you

Once you both lied in bed, you fell asleep to the warmth of his body and his calm breathing.

She's so beautiful, Bob thought, kissing your forehead before closing his own eyes.

[ryker-writes]

Greetings, my friend –

You've been trying to get me into twst for a while, and I might be encouraged to play if you write something featuring the characters you think I'd like (give me emos & traumatised men). The scenario can be whatever you want pookie

Love the writing, keep it up ♡

p.s. if I like this I'll write you hcs for the npcs you like in our dnd campaign 🥰

Trips over myself with how fast I go to answer

Emo's and traumatized men...well, just about every housewarden is full of trauma. But emos/edgy men are more do-able! So, you get Malleus, Lilia, Leona, and Idia. You also get Jaxon as a bonus because you know him, he's emo, and traumatized! Please get the game, I'm begging you

Remember when I told all of you to say hi to my friend that's stalking my blog? Yeah, this is them

A very academic and studious s/o

Malleus:

Now, Malleus is a very smart guy himself, but he's never had to put as much effort in school as you are

He's seen many students put themselves deep into their studies (especially those failing), but you do it even when you're doing well in classes, almost like it's fun?

He's very perplexed by you, but he does understand and respect your ambition for your studies

Study dates! Study dates!

Well, it's more like you studying while he admires you and watches you with that fond loving smile

He doesn't need to study, he's one of the top mages for a reason, but he'll happily listen to you telling him all about what you're reading about and offer any insights he may have

Though he'll tell you all about gargoyles if you want!

Regardless if you're human, fae, beastman, merfolk, Malleus treats you a little like a fragile creature that forgets your own needs, so he's going to be reminding you of breaks and to drink water because he hates to see you not taking care of yourself

You will never have tp pay for your books or any school supplies every again because he's buying you brand new everything without even blinking

He admires your dedication, but part of him also wants your attention on him instead of the books so you might find him closer than usual on days when he wants your attention

It starts with sitting closer, and then becomes him trying to bring you snacks and water earlier than normal, to him trying to convince you to take longer breaks, and if you still don't give him as much attention, he's not against teleporting your schoolwork away for the evening

He looks like a sad puppy when you reject him attention for your studies

Malleus most happy just spending time around you, so hold his hand while you study or ask him what he thinks of the topics while in the peaceful quiet of one of your dorm rooms, and he'll be happy

Lilia:

Similarly to Malleus, he doesn't need to study that much

I mean technically he doesn't even need to be at Night Raven College and he's only there to support Malleus anyway, so studying isn't really his thing

but he'll happily help! And maybe distract you from time to time during it because he wants your attention

if you're studying history, he's got you covered, I mean, he's literally in the history books sooooo

he could actually tell you more about the history than the books will to be honest

his memory on all the things is like easy way to write a paper if you ever need, and he'll happily tell you everything in long stories

he'll bring you snacks and stuff, but it's probably best you don't eat it. If you do, well, you won't be able to study or do any work because you'll be sick in bed

while you're studying, he might poke you or ask you questions to try and get your attention on him, but if you're persistent and keep studying, he might just crawl his way into your space

he'll hang down from the ceiling above you and try to surprise you, crawl on your back, or he'd even worm his way into your lap

there's no way out of holding him. He's too persistent. Just give in

you might hear him mumbling about your dedication things like, "Ah, to be young again" or "the youth of today are fascinating in their determination"

he never elaborates on that either or says anything else when you question him

now, if you're studying too hard and pushing yourself beyond your limits, he's stopping you by literally carrying you away

despite his small size, he's absolutely going to succeed, don't even try to fight because it's futile (he's literally a war general, you're not winning)

he'll drag you far away from your books as he's telling you all about how you need to stay healthy and not push yourself too hard or else you won't be able to do your best work or be energized when you need it most

don't you worry though, he's good at helping you pace yourself (Forcibly moving you away when he's deemed you've done enough studying after a few hours) and you'll never be able to overwork yourself on his watch

Leona:

First of all, how dare you

anytime you're studying, he glares at those books like they've personally burned his home or something

don't get me wrong, he's not against you wanting to do well in school, but he just hates that you spend so much time with the books

you should be spending time with him >:|

he's going to be next to you the entire time too like if you're sitting on the ground or a bed, he's curled around you or laying across your lap

if you're sitting at a desk, he'll be a bit grumpier and try and convince you to move somewhere more comfortable

if you're too stubborn (his words), he'd either sit on the ground next to you and rest his head in your lap, or he'd pick you up and sit in the chair himself and place you in his lap before resting his head on your back and wrapping his arms around you

he's 100% napping while you study so you have the background noise of him snoring

Leona would like to listen to you talk about what you're studying, purely because he likes to fall asleep to your voice

He could help, but he's not a big fan of helping because he thinks you can figure it out on your own, and also he doesn't want to use his mind to figure it out

he knows the answers, but he doesn't do any of the schoolwork himself because it's too much work and effort

its why he's been held back before, like it's too much work for him, but if you can somehow convince him to let you help, he might be willing to give it a shot (if you promise to give him more cuddles or affection in return)

yeah, there's no overworking yourself or pushing yourself too hard while he's literally right there, like there's no way he's letting that happen

he will drag you to the bed and lay on top of you, and then make Ruggie hide your books somewhere until he deems it's okay for you to get back to studying

try as you might, Ruggie isn't telling you where he put them, like Leona has bribed him good for this

please don't test Leona with how far he'll go, he's not against using his unique magic to turn your work to sand

if you ever ignore him for schoolwork, he can get SO annoying and demanding for attention

you know how cats sometimes push their way into your lap and push the things you have away? He does that when he really wants your attention

good luck

Jaxon:

okay, we all know Jaxon loves his goody-two-shoes people, but this also goes for super smart people, like his twst ship is literally a guy that is obsessed with rules and success like come on now

it's basically his type

that being said, he doesn't get it at all! Jaxon himself has never done well in school (though that's partially for other reasons), nor does he have any desire to push himself nearly as hard as you do in order to do well in classes

the only class he can maybe help you with is music or practical magic, but even then he's sometimes struggling

on the bright side, he's not against bribing asking Ruggie to get anything you need to study, and has even asked him to get snacks or drinks sometimes for you

please don't ask him to read anything for you, he still struggles sometimes with his dyslexia and is trying so hard to act like it's not affecting him (especially in front of you)

Jaxon doesn't invade your space while studying like some people, but he does linger in the general area

if you ask he'd place you in his lap while you study or sit with his back against yours or against the side of your chair

usually he's on his phone or making small adjustments to one of his guitars (but if the noise bothers you he'd stop)

if you're lucky and in the privacy of one of your dorm rooms, he'd maybe get some sleep

tired and uncaring as he may seem half the time, he does pay close attention to you while you're studying

his care and attention while you're studying is done silently, with a water bottle or a snack silently being placed next to you

or if you're working too hard or studying for too long, he'll yank the books and papers once you're at an okay stopping point, and take them away

now, I don't know how tall you are, but he's pretty tall and one of the tallest among students, and he's not above holding your work out of your reach

most likely though he'd just hide it or keep it on him and make sure you can't take it from him, and if he's desperate, he'd hide it in his dad's office

he'd rather spend time with Crowley than let you overwork yourself

chances of getting him to study with you are slim, but I wish you luck

Idia:

Studying? You mean you actually study?

okay, Idia is a gamer and chronically online and speaks in internet terms, all his "studying" is done virtually with some game or video playing in the background

it's a great sentiment, wanting to do well in school, but he has daily quests to do in his games too

Idia isn't a guy that gets/is capable of handling a lot of physical affection, so he may break down if you want to hold his hand or have him connected to you while studying

his room is like a distraction goldmine, but unfortunately getting him to leave his room and study somewhere else is an extremely difficult task, so I hope you're good at focusing

you can have study dates, but it might include the background noise of one of his games running and the buzzing of technology

he (lovingly) refers to the great times you spend studying as "the grind" or the "XP farming so you can level up"

though he can help when you need it! He's an introvert and attends classes virtually, but he knows his stuff and can help you with most of the more practical subjects, especially math and science

if you really needed help though, he's already developed a virtual program to help him study with reminders for food and drinks and tools to help you review!

speaking of reminders for food and drinks, yeah, if he's not using that program then there's no way he's going to remember to even feed himself, much less you too

Ortho is probably gonna have to come in and remind both of you to take care of yourselves every hour or so, but don't worry, he's used to it with Idia

this also applies with reminders of when to stop/sleep, because Idia stays up late anyway

but! if he's absorbed in his game, he might stop every little bit and check in and be like "Shouldn't you be asleep?? Do you know what time it is?? Your energy bar has to be running low"

while he admires your dedication (though he doesn't fully understand it), he struggles to enforce his care unlike the others

he can't force you to do anything, but he's sure gonna try and pester you for a while if you don't take care of yourself

Idia sucks at taking care of himself, but he's not gonna let that happen to you

if worst comes to worst, he'll lock your work away in a safe with the highest technological security until you rest

[rosy-crow]

Miniroth in Dragon Quest (Rough Recap)

Alright, I’m off work and I gathered as many of my translations as possible. A lot of these were just put through screenshot/google translate, so they aren’t perfect, but to avoid blatant misinformation, I double-checked with some of my Japanese mutuals on Twitter to see if my guesses were right and they helped out 🙏

Young Sephiroth arrives in the world of Orchestrra, which is full of monsters. Here was the basic summary translated.

Long story short, the other humans the second group of monsters and the human player (Master) eventually meet are Cloud and Co, who have their own quest to escape.

But Miniroth becomes the center of the story and I recapped the highlights of his bond with Monan, the cute pink monster, in these posts specifically.

As they gathered info, Monan told Sephiroth about her world and he listened eagerly, but he had some points where he was too mission-focused and poor with his communication. He apologized for this immensely after an incident where a monster caught him off guard and Monan rushed to protect him the attack and she got hurt.

It was after this point (shown above), that Sephiroth started to actually befriend Monan. Then he opened up and they had this cute moment where Monan called him a friend and Sephiroth just about melted.

This bonding subplot apparently developed more today and we got this scene where Monan calls Sephiroth kind/compassionate and he is moved by it 🥲

And Monan was just starting to want to ask Sephiroth more about his life after he told her about Team Glenn too!

So yeah, they became buddies over the course of a few days, but then the drama that I was last freaking out about came down to ruin it all.

Shown above, Sephiroth briefly teamed up with Cloud and co, which went well. But then Seph started getting weird premonitions and psychological attacks, which led to an extreme breakdown in the middle of a big battle. The screen turned purple and Miniroth started yelling in pain before vanishing into a portal that zapped him away.

Aaaaaand out came Dragon Quest’s adult Sephiroth!

Now we know where the purple came from :(

I loved the design though! It’s very OG/old Crisis Core!

But yeah, he burnt down the monster village. Can he stop doing this sjfjdjd 💀

Monan essentially just refused to believe it was the same Sephiroth and immediately helped Cloud and the others beat him.

That was the main event, and there were some other battles/conclusions that I couldn’t get all the translations for, but in a nutshell, everyone worked together to save the day. Cloud and co were fine and went home, but this is where the ending really upset me because. MINIROTH. DID. NOT. COME. BACK.

The last time we saw him, he got pulled away in the middle of his agony (which was caused by his older self…which is so fucked up because he basically ruined his own happiness 💀) and Monan worried about him!!!

THEY CLOSED THE WHOLE DAMN EVENT WITH MONAN BEING SAD AND MISSING SMOL SEPH AND THE LAST TIME SHE SAW HIM, HE WAS LITERALLY SCREAMING IN AGONY??? WHICH IS SO UNFAIR?? THEY ALSO DIDN’T GET TO SAY GOODBYE!!

And the screen faded to black with this FUCKING GUT PUNCH AJDHSJSJD

This lovely Japanese player translated it in detail for me. Monan and the others promised to explore more so that they could share interesting stories with Sephiroth if they ever saw him again — the stories that he seemed so delighted to hear. They hoped it would help him forget “painful moments.”

And they also said they’d never forget his awkward but joyful smile when Monan called him a friend, which was this scene 💔

WHY. WHY THE FUCK.

[holylulusworld]

Indifferent (11)

Summary: Your father wanted a bond between you and the Barnes Empire. No matter what.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Warnings: arranged marriage, angst, arguments, mafia au, strong reader, banter, idiots on love

Catch up here: Indifferent (10)

Indifferent Masterlist

“You think you’re funny, huh?” Bucky is not amused. The thought of someone else touching you—touching what’s his—makes him furious. “You better rethink your attitude, doll, or I’ll…”

“You’ll do what, Barnes?” You cock your head. Fuming Bucky is kind of hot, but you’d never tell him so. “You’ll do shit, or Mommy will come around and slap your ass again!”

You enjoy the struggle on his face. Bucky didn’t think you saw what his mother did to him. “This was all your fault! Mother believed it was my fault you ran away like an angry, spoiled child.”

Smirking, you step into Bucky’s personal space. You pat his cheek, smirking darkly.

“Aw, baby cakes,” you coo his name. “Who is the spoiled brat here? You are a grown man, and you call me one? Who threatens to kill a masseur only because he made me feel good? Who continuously hurts me with words and actions? Who does this to his wife?”

“You’re a brat only to be a brat,” he bites back, brows furrowed. He follows your gaze when you drop your eyes to his crotch.

“Unbelievable!” You exclaim, seeing the prominent bulge in his pants. “You’re getting off fighting with me?”

“What? No!” Bucky shakes his head. He’d never admit that your attitude gets him going. “You’re delusional!”

No woman before gave him a hard time. His mother and sister always adored him, just like every girl and later woman he met. Not you. Never you. You’re the thorn in his side.

You cock your head to look directly at his erection poorly hidden by his slacks. “I’m delusional?” You ask, while moving your hand to his crotch, cupping him roughly. “Well, this is not an erection, but a gun, and you should take it out. We don’t want you to shoot off your tiny dick.”

Squeezing tighter, you look him straight in the eyes. He pants heavily, eyes glued to your hand on his crotch. You cup him roughly, but he twitches in your hand, nonetheless. Bucky swallows thickly. He doesn’t want to, but he groans, and you heard it.

“Do not think for one second I would’ve come back to you if there was anyone else who held more power in this town than you.” He almost whines when you drop your hand and twirl around to walk away—leaving him once more, frustrated and horny.

“That woman!” Bucky barks into the phone. He called Steve in the middle of the night to complain about you once again. “I should’ve let her rot in the hole she dug herself.”

Steve sighs deeply. He’s fucking tired. Not only because his friend woke him at 2 am, but also because Bucky won’t stop nagging about you. For as long as you have been gone, Bucky wouldn’t stop looking for you. Now he’s back to being a whiny bitch.

“Did you just call me a whiny bitch?” He barks into the phone. “I’m not a bitch nor whiny. You’re a bad friend! You should support me!”

Steve tells his friend to get fucked and hangs up. He’s just done for today and will take any punishment tomorrow. For now, he’ll go back to sleep.

Bucky is still angry as fuck when he walks into the bedroom. Calling Steve wasn’t helpful at all. You already got comfortable on his side of the bed after a relaxing bath and dinner for yourself. “That’s my side,” he huffs, angrily glaring at you. “You know that.”

“How should I know?” You bite back. “I always slept alone. You were never around.” You turn your back on Bucky. He can sleep on the other side of the bed. You won’t move an inch.

“Do not tempt me to—” He grits his teeth and considers his options. If he puts his hands on you, his mother will get mad at him again. “Fine, have it your way.”

“I’ll always have it my way from now on,” you coo, pushing boundaries even more. You won’t give in. “I’m rather tired. Let me sleep now, Barnes.”

Bucky ignores the urge to fight with you. He turns to use the bathroom to cool down and not strangle you right away.

“What is your problem?” You huff when you wake from your slumber thanks to your grumpy husband. He’s tossing and turning on the bed, never lying still. “BUCKY! Stop wiggling!”

“I can’t sleep on this side. I must sleep near the door to…protect you,” he hisses as you switch the light on.

“Seriously? You are wiggling on the bed like a three-year-old because I’m sleeping on your side of the bed?” He nods and looks at you lying on his side of the bed. “Gosh, fine.”

You climb over Bucky, glaring at him as he inhales sharply when you are face-to-face with him. “Get on your side and shut up. I want to sleep.”

Bucky moves closer to his side, sighing as he finally can close his eyes and get some rest. “You always have to make things complicated,” he mutters and turns on his side. “If only you could be less…”

“I swear, if you don’t shut up, I’ll hit you with the lamp!” You angrily elbow Bucky when he moves closer. “And don’t even think about trying to touch me.”

“I’ll need handcuffs, a gag, and a full-body armor,” he jokes, but moves even closer to wrap his hand around your wrist.

“What are you doing?” You hiss when he wraps his arms around your middle. “Are you shitting me?”

“I need to prevent you from running away again. Tomorrow, I’ll put a tracker on you,” he laughs when you call him a jerk. “Sleep. You said you are tired…”

[justagirlswrld]

Use somebody

a/n: (i would’ve folded so fast, look at him) kinda got carried away. feed back welcomed!

summary: dean winchester decided he’d like to leave more than a car behind.

warnings: porn w plot, breeding kink?, bitter sweet, unprotected p in v, love confessions, friends to lovers.

Dean Winchester only had a year to live.

It was a revelation that you were still trying to wrap your head around, it sounded so strange coming from between his pink lips as you sat with your friend. He said it so casually, like he was talking about the weather, but for you the reminder stung and you found yourself wincing at his words.

Your heart deflates at the way Dean’s able to accept his fate, he doesn’t stutter as he moves onto another topic. You can’t find it in you to listen though, your mind drifting to his dwindling moments on earth. You decide to focus on studying Deans face and try to commit it to memory, his angular jaw, the brown stubble that rested there.

His long lashes flutter and you’re brought back to reality by the sound of his baritone voice, “What’s with the pout?” Your gaze moves from his verdant eyes to the steaming coffee cup on your dining room table, hands almost robotically reaching for your spoon and some creamer.

Dean’s eyes don’t leave your face, his expression changing to match yours. He could read you like an open book, you knew he knew you were upset so you tried to hurry the conversation along, “It’s nothing. What were you saying?” He’d already gone on to you and Sam about how he didn’t want any water works because of his “decision.”

You didn’t think you could take another talking to without bursting into tears.

Dean was quiet for a moment, he seemed almost nervous, “I was saying-” His brown eyebrows furrow in concentration as he tries to find the correct words, “Meeting Ben shook me up…but not as much as Lisa telling me he wasn’t mine.”

Your eyes flick to his, you’re unsure what to say for a moment. You knew Dean valued family, you knew he’d go to the end of the Earth for Sam and Bobby- maybe even you, but you’d never thought of him having one of his own.

“Dean, I-” You’re not sure what you can say to comfort him,so you’re glad that he cuts you off with a sad smile.

“I don’t know they just got me thinking- I’ll never get the white picket fence, two kids and a golden retriever.” He rubs a large hand over his face and sighs, “I knew it wasn’t a possibility as a hunter but..now..” Dean doesn’t finish his thought but you knew without a doubt what would come from his mouth next, now he’d never get it whether he wanted to or not.

You reach across the table and take Dean’s hand in yours, rubbing a thumb over his scarred knuckles in way you hoped was soothing. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he gulps, “What I’m trying to get at is, I’d like to leave something behind when I go.”

Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, “Dean, you know Sam would never get rid of baby.” He laughs at you then, “What? No- I mean a kid.” You look at him like he’s grown a second head. For a moment you think about grabbing your holy water, with the way he was talking you were sure Dean had to be possessed.

He takes in your bewildered expression, “What? It’s crazy that I want a little tyke running around?” You can’t help but to shake your head at the sight of Dean beaming at the thought of a little him.

“It’s actually the craziest thing i’ve heard today.” Dean’s smile shrinks at your words and you internally face palm, sorry is on the tip of your tongue but Dean cuts you off again, “Well, i’m about to one up it.”

No way, Dean could come up with something crazier than that.

He squeezes the hand that was still resting in his, drawing circles on your calloused skin as he found the courage to say the words that he’s been going over for weeks.

“I want you to be the mother of my child.”

Your jaw drops and your eyebrows almost shoot off your face. You instantly pull your hand from Dean’s, watching him wearily as you pick up the phone resting on your table, the shock leaves you unable to sit and you decide to pace around the area of your kitchen as you begin dialing the first number you can think of.

He gets up from his spot and walks over to you, “Who are you calling?” You look at Dean warily, “Your brother, obviously going to hell has you going crazy too.”

You let Dean take the phone from your hand and watch as he sits it facedown on the granite island. He places both of his hands on your shoulders and looks directly into your eyes, despite your mind going haywire from his proposal the gesture helps you calm down just a little.

“Y/N, this is the most sane i’ve ever been.” Your eyes search Dean’s face for...anything. Something to let you know he wasn’t in his right mind. When you’re unable to find anything concerning, you shake yourself from his hold and walk wordlessly over to the cabinet where you keep your liquor.

The bottle’s top is off in seconds and you’re tipping your head back to take a long swig of the burning liquid before passing it to Dean. “We’ve been friends for eight years, you’ve never made a move on me.”

You take him in as he brings the bottle to his full lips, taking a drink just as long as yours, “You don’t fuck hunters.” That was true, it was actually the first thing you’d told him when he’d approached you that night in the packed bar.

You lean against the back of your couch as Dean mirrors you on the island across from you. “Why me? Why not Lisa? She seemed like a great girl.” His cheeks go rosy, a sight you aren’t use to seeing, it’s like the man exuded confidence.

Dean stuffs his hands in the pockets of his worn leather jacket, “I don’t want Lisa, I want you.” He takes his lip between his white teeth before he continues, “I know you. You’re funny, a good cook, a good person, a bad ass hunter in your day-”, You can’t help but smile at the praise.

“I watched you with those kids back in Springfield, Cullman-,” A small smile raises the corner of Dean’s mouth, “Shit- if I had to name all the places we’d be here all day. Point is…you’re awesome.” Dean has a look in his eye that you can’t place, “I already know you’d make a great mom, I’ve see it.”

The small smile morphs into a smirk, “Plus your face is beautiful and your body’s bangin’, who wouldn’t want a milf for a baby momma?”, You scoff playfully, instantly reaching over to punch Dean in the arm (despite the way the words made your heart flutter).

He’s wincing as you begin collecting the dirty dishes on the table, you needed a distraction, and it was easier to collect your thoughts without his eyes on yours. Dean waits with bated breath as you begin running warm water, he can hear you clearly over the sound of clacking dishes when you do reply, “Give me a day to think about it.”

It had been the fastest twenty four hours you’d ever experienced, your brain seemed to be sore with all the thinking you’d done.

You’d drank straight from the bottle while you weighed Dean’s implausible proposition. Your mind kept throwing questions at you, ones you weren’t sure you were even ready to answer. Would you really be a good mom? Did you even want to get pregnant? Have a kid? As much as you wanted to say no, that was your whole point of leaving the life, you wanted a normal one.

Not that normal was getting pregnant by a man that was going to Hell soon.

You ended up sitting down and drunkly making a pros and cons list. The cons obviously outnumbering the pros, but the first pro you’d scribbled on the wrinkled sheet of paper outweighed them all. You loved Dean Winchester and he loved you, whether you’d admit it or not.

Your mind was still racing as you stirred the beef stew warming on your stove, You barely had a chance to gather your thoughts before the clock read four, meaning Dean would be bursting through your door at any second.

You tried to focus on the down pour happening outside your small, kitchen window but your mind kept drifting back to the day before, when Dean laid out the reasons he wanted you to carry his child, the way wrinkles formed by his shining eyes when his lips curved into a smile.

You shook your head to try and clear your jumbled thoughts, letting out a frustrated sigh as you turned off the eye of the stove. You’d tried your hardest not to get entangled with the Winchester boys, but you knew you were more intertwined than ever.

You jump when your front door slams closed, hand instantly going to where you would’ve kept a knife strapped to your thigh. “Honey, i’m home.” You roll your eyes at Dean, hoping he’ll notice that and not the blush blooming on your cheeks.

You waste no time, your hands moving to ladle two bowls of soup and place them on the dining table, “Sweet.” Dean says as he instantly scoots into one of the chairs.

You pull the rolls from the oven before sitting in the chair in front of him, Dean’s dunking one of the flaky pieces of bread in his soup before you can tell him to let them cool off.

Once Dean is finished licking his bowl clean the conversation from the day before picks back up, if you could even call it a conversation, it was more of you giving reasons why this was a terrible idea and Dean countering them (you didn’t expect him to be so prepared).

You bite your lip nervously before asking your last question, ignoring the smug look on Dean’s face. “What if…somehow, you don’t go to Hell, Dean? Then what?” You don’t voice the rest of your question, will you walk away from our child? Will you walk away from me?

Dean’s moss-green eyes turn serious, “Then i’d step up to the plate…be a good dad and whatever…else you wanted me to be.” Dean reaches a hand across the table and takes yours, mirroring the gesture you’d done for him yesterday.

You open your mouth, ready to argue but there’s no need, Dean knows you like the back of his hand. “I’m not just saying this,” his voice goes soft, “I’ve always loved you, Y/N.” He looks sheepish as you balk at him, “Too much?”

Your head falls into your palms and Deans by your side and patting your back before you notice that you’re crying, “What’s wrong? I thought that was a good thing.” You laugh despite the depressing situation, “It is Dean..I just hate it took these circumstances for me to find out.” Dean doesn’t stop rubbing your back as he huffs out a, “Me too.”

When you’ve pulled yourself together and wiped all the salty tears from your face you finally turn to him, “Ok, I’ll do it-”, An excited grin takes over Dean’s features, “As long as you explain to Sam and Bobby that this was your idea.”

Dean is picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder faster than you can protest, your hands instinctively tighten around the cloth material of his shirt and you can’t help but to breathe in his musky scent.

You curse at him when he kicks your bedroom door open, the sound of Dean’s laugh is like music to your ears, you hope you can remember the sound before the year is up.

Dean throws you onto your unmade bed and you land on your soft comforter with a bounce and a giggle, propping yourself on your elbows to watch as Dean pulls his t-shirt over his head, you can’t help but lick your lips at the sight of his taut stomach.

“See something you like?” The words are spoken through a shit eating grin as he flexes a defined bicep, you roll your eyes and bite your lip to keep a smile from forming, you didn’t want Dean’s head to get any bigger than it already was.

“What if I said no?” Dean’s large hand wraps around your ankle, pulling you to the end of the bed before moving to slot himself between your thighs. Once he’s got you in front of him, his hands slide down your manicured feet to your glabrous calfs then the supple skin of your thighs, leaving a path of fire in their wake.

“Then i’d say you’re full of crap.” The words are said almost breathlessly as Dean’s hands explored your body. Dean’s touches were sensual but not sexual, just warm hands trying to learn the feel of your flushed skin. He leaves no piece of skin untouched, for a man as experienced as him, he reminded you of a virgin in this moment.

When his hands are (finally) pulling off your thin cami Dean lets out a sigh, “You don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do this.” His half lidded eyes watch yours as he throws your top unceremoniously over his shoulder. Your mind is swirling with too many emotions to think of a witty reply so you simply say, “Me too.”

Before the last o can leave your mouth Dean’s plump lips are capturing yours. You were never one for cheesy, romance, cliches but you swore fireworks went off when your lips connected.

Your hands can’t decide which part of Dean they’d like to hold on to as your lips move together. It starts slow and tentative as your hands move up his arms to squeeze his sculpted biceps.

It quickly turns into something hungrier and you pull him against you with a hand on his back, his moving to tangle his fingers in your messy hair.

The weight of Dean’s chest against yours isn’t something you thought you’d get the pleasure of enjoying. As his body engulfs yours, you prayed that you wouldn’t get too accustomed to the feeling in the coming months.

You shiver when Dean moves from your lips to your neck, his warm tongue reaching out to taste the skin there. Your legs are around his waist without a second thought. Despite being covered by the thin fabric of your pajama shorts, you can still feel how much Dean wanted this- you, through the rough denim of his jeans.

You can’t help it when you salaciously grind against his growing buldge, panting in Dean’s ear as his wet lips move from your collar bone to suck on your pert nipple. He grinds his hips into you, and the feel of him has you tightening your legs around his waist.

Your hand moves from the expanse of his back to card through his silky hair when his tongue flicks against your neglected nipple. Your breath falters when his fingers ghost over your hips, before ending up in the waist band of your shorts, no doubt feeling the lack of panties. Despite that, Dean still unlatches himself from your nipple to softly ask if you were sure.

“Just wanna give you an out if you want it. Don’t want you to do something you regret.” Dean says as he stares up at you with green, doe eyes, his warm breath tickling your chest.

You could feel your tough exterior cracking as you looked at him, “I could never regret you Dean Winchester,” The gentle words are forgein as they tumble from your mouth and his expression is a mixture between shock and elation. Before he can comment your hands move to cup his chiseled jaw, dragging him up your body to kiss him deeply.

Warmth pools in your stomach when you feel his fingers slip into your shorts, moving over your mound before finding the slick hidden between your puffy folds. Dean pulls away from you slightly, “Fuck-”, you watch as he licks his parted lips, “you’re dripping already.”

Your breath catches when Dean runs a finger up your slit, he watches your face as he sinks two, thick digits into your awaiting heat. He sets an excruciatingly slow pace but the drag of his fingers, the chill from the silver, rings on his fingers, sends enough pleasure through you to have you screwing your eyes shut.

An involuntary whine escapes your lips when Dean pulls his fingers from you, the feeling of your approaching release ebbing away as you watch Dean rise to his full height. “Calm down, darlin’. Just getting comfortable.” His hands move to push down his jeans before you’re scrambling to stop him, “Let me.”

Dean obliges, watching as you sit up and eagerly grab the waist band of his jeans before pulling them down his strong thighs. Once he’s stepped out them, you move to free him from his boxers but his hand stops you. A inquisitive expression overtakes your face, Dean takes in the look on your features and rushes to reassure you. “Just wanna taste you first.” Your heart hammers in your chest as Dean kneels on the carpeted floor.

“I thought i’d be on my knees.” You joke nervously, the muscles in your thighs jump when Dean places a hand there, “As much as I want that…” Your skin prickles as he pulls your shorts down, “I need this first.”

You try to take a mental picture of Dean as he situates himself between your legs, concentrating on how he places a plush thigh on each shoulder, “Besides, we’ve got all the time in the world.” Your brain instantly goes to refute his point but your argument is lost when he places a kiss onto your weeping cunt.

You let out a mewl when Dean’s tongue lazily drags through your folds, when the muscle finds your clit your hands shoot to his hair, accidentally pulling harder than you hoped. Dean groans from the sensation and your brain turns to mush, his hands tighten around your thighs as you lay back on the bed.

It takes everything in you to rise slightly and watch as Dean laps at you. The lewd noises that fill the room, the way he watches your face contort in pleasure with lust- filled jade eyes, has your thighs tightening around his head. He has to use both his calloused hands to splay your trembling thighs open.

Not long after, your release is crashing over you like a tidal wave, the sounds you let out are almost pornographic as you stare into Dean’s dilated pupils. “Dean!” His name comes out in a high pitched moan as you push him away from your spasming sex.

Your chest is heaving as Dean takes off his boxers, once they’re discarded he’s kissing you like a man starved, the taste of you on his tongue. You become a tangled mess of lips and limbs, moving until you’re in the middle of the bed, Dean hovering over you once again.

You both watch as Dean grab’s himself by his thick base, guiding the slightly curved cock between your folds to cover himself in the slick there, his pink, tip bumping into your throbbing clit every so often.

Dean drops to his forearms, the aroma of gun powder overtaking your senses as he cages you in. You grip Dean’s broad shoulder when he pushes into you, your moan stolen by his kiss swollen lips as your cunt flutters around his cock.

You pant as he rocks into you, trying to get a grip on yourself as your legs curled around his waist, you’d never tell Dean but you’ve never felt so full in your life.

“You’re squeezing me so tight.” Dean’s words are a warm whisper against your cheek. You’re only able to moan in response, too enthralled by the feel of him rutting into you, the way his ringed fingers softly grasp your throat.

Time feels endless, you’re unable to focus on anything besides Dean’s heavy breathing and the squelch your cunt makes when he pistons into you. You’re unsure how much has passed when he pulls out of you with a grunt. You don’t resist him when he flips you onto your stomach, maneuvering himself so his knees are on either side of you.

You can feel the leaking tip of Dean’s cock prodding at your entrance as he takes a handful of your plump ass, massaging the fat there. “Gonna fill you up,” he says breathlessly and your skin heats up at the thought, your cunt clenching around nothing. Your toes curl and your eyes screw shut as he pushes back into your contracting walls.

The new position allowed Dean’s cock to press into your cervix with every roll of his hips, dragging across spongy spots that left you crying out and gripping the sheets. “Sound so pretty,” Dean rasps before dipping down to kiss the perspiring skin of your shoulder blades and back, his satiny lips causing a shudder down your spine.

His hands move from the bed to your ass as he sits back up, spreading your cheeks to pound deeper into you. The knot in your stomach is tightening when Dean’s hand shoves itself between you and the bed. He easily finds your pebbled clit and circles the bundle of nerves, your mouth dropping open like a fish out of water. His hips falter as his fingers press harder, “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

You see stars when your release hits you, going still as your cunt clenched around Dean’s cock. You can feel his hips stutter but they don’t stop as he chases his release, the grip on your hip is almost painful as he spills into you, milking himself with your convulsing walls.

Rain drums against your roof as you bundle under the covers and away from the cold, Dean’s t shirt did nothing to stop it. Your eyes follow him as he throws the bath cloth he used to clean you both up in your dirty clothes hamper. Dean’s made himself comfortable in your fuzzy robe, his cheeks are still rosy as he walks to the unoccupied side of the bed before slipping under the covers , “I need a cigarette after that.” You can’t help but laugh.

The way Dean’s arms slip around your waist feels natural and you find yourself mimicking him without a second thought. He places a kiss on your forehead before yawning out a “I love you,” tears prick your eyes as mumble the words back to him.

[davrinsleftpectoral]

A Word with Friends: Davrin week edition 

*taps mic*

Hello! I’m your host for the week, DLP. I spent way too long looking at ridiculous words. I was angry at the English language for not having words for the specific thing I wanted. My sister @blackwall-my-tiny-husband said I annoyed her about it. I looked for a word for one afternoon and discussed it with her when she got home. But she ended up finding this one and I enjoy the way this one sounds when spoken out loud. I think it feels good in the mouth. Thank you @hedwigoprah for starting such a fun game and trusting me to pick a word this week lol.

Rules: Use the challenge word to write a sentence or scene and then tag a few friends. Happy writing! 

I included definitions from multiple sources. Anytime I see the word for the week, that is something I do, to really get a feel for the word, so I thought I’d share my research with the class.

This week's word is susurration 

Noun

the indistinct sound of people whispering

whispering, murmuring, or rustling. “The susurration of the river.”

In modern usage, we use the word to name a gentle sound characterised by a soft murmuring, persistent whispering, rustling, or even a barely audible buzzing.

I chose this word to be able to be paired with Davrin week, if you wanted. No pressure to use it that way of course, but Davrin is a pretty cool guy. Just saying.

Today’s Davrin prompts are 

Shepard/hunter, nature/nurture 

 

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Davrin crested the hill ahead of Glandival and Cagan. They were coming along more slowly. At 10 and 4, their stamina naturally didn’t match his. He smiled at them fondly, thinking he should find a place for them to camp for the night. They’d been tracking the halla heard since shortly after sunrise and it was well into the afternoon. The children had kept true to their word, neither had complained about the journey. But he could see their fatigue showing.

Huffing and puffing they came to stand beside him. Cagan came in close and hugged his leg. Davrin reached down and patted his son’s pink haired little head affectionately. Glandival was looking out over the woods before them. She was a very observant child, even at just 10 years old. She wasn’t wild and restless like her mother. Instead, she sat back and took everything in, always watching and noticing things that even Davrin sometimes didn’t see. She did have her mother’s bright pink curly hair, something all their children had inherited, but that was just about the only trait they shared. 

Where Esha loved to explore the ruins and find artifacts, Glandival had no interest in them. She was drawn to the forest for entirely different reasons. Glandival was drawn to the animals. She shared a bond with Assan that was entirely different than his own. She also was exceptionally good with the halla, and loved learning how to track them and watch over them. Her natural shepherding instincts were something Davrin and Esha were happy to foster in her.

The susurration of the wind through the leaves was all he heard until Assan let out two cries. His signal that he’d spotted a herd. Davrin searched the skies again and spotted Assan in the air, circling an area not too far off. 

“I see Assan has found us a herd. I know you guys must be getting tired. Should we stop here for the evening? I’m sure we can catch up to them in the morning.” Davrin was curious what the pair would say.

“I can keep going,” Glandival said, lifting her chin, daring him to say she couldn’t. Davrin looked over to Cagan. He was younger, smaller than his sister. He wasn’t particularly interested in the halla, he just loved going with Davrin any chance he got, and had begged to come along. Cagan looked up at him with distress. Davrin could see that he was tired, but he didn’t want to say it. 

“Okay, if you say you can keep going, we will. Cagan, would you like to ride on my shoulders? That way you can help me spot the heard as we get close?” Davrin asked.

Cagan immediately perked up at the offer of a ride and the chance to be useful in their trek. Davrin lifted the boy up easily, and he squealed in delight at being up so high and close to Davrin. Davrin looked over at Glandival, smiling. He enjoyed the warmth blooming in his chest, something he seemed to feel near constantly when he was with his children. He had never expected to have them, but now with 4 and one more on the way, he was living a dream he didn’t know he’d wanted. 

“Let’s go see some halla.”

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Tagging to start: @strugglinggranola @serensama @tkwritesdumbassassins @thedissonantverses @tacoteddy22 @thecraftybaroness @himluv @notyourmamasdeerbat @bubblecat-co @mythals-whore @operative-arrow @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @seaglassmelody @sidneysussex @biowaredisasterbisexual @woundedsoul12 @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai @jenn2d2 but anyone can jump in if they'd like! If you do it, tag me! I’d love to see what you do with this word.

@datvcompanionweeks thanks for a great prompt list!

And a bonus meme featuring my rook Esha and Davrin.

[ghostlynightpanda]

IM SO SORRY THIS IS MY FIRST TIME REQUESTING SMTH BUT CAN YOU WRITE A FIC ABOUT READER AND RANPO FROM BSD GETTING MARRIED? (Sorry if it doesn't make sense gang 😖)

-Anon

P.S "I love your Ranpo fics they make me feel complete 🎀"

Hand in Hand

synopsis: In a quiet rooftop garden overlooking the city, you marry Edogawa Ranpo in an intimate ceremony surrounded by your closest friends—the members of the Armed Detective Agency. As flower petals and sweets rain down, vows are exchanged, laughter shared, and memories made.

content/warnings: Ranpo Edogawa x reader, fluff, -3.056 words

The sunset hadn't arrived yet, but the city was already glowing.

High above the streets of Yokohama, on a rooftop usually closed to the public, the wind carried the scent of fresh flowers—roses, hydrangeas, and clusters of soft pastel petals arranged in perfect harmony. It was a vision no one had expected. Especially not you.

You adjusted your sleeve, trying not to cry and ruin the makeup Naomi had just meticulously finished.

“You’re gonna smudge everything,” Naomi warned with a grin, tapping a makeup brush against your cheek.

“She’s fine,” Yosano said behind you, calmly fastening the last piece of your outfit. Her voice was cool as ever, but there was something unmistakably fond in her tone. “It’s a wedding, not a crime scene. Emotion’s allowed.”

You glanced at your reflection—half stunned, half shy. You looked… happy. Not just because of the ceremony, or the picturesque garden, or even the flower arrangements mixed with lollipops and candy bracelets strung between rose stems like hidden treasures. (A surprise for Ranpo, of course. He’d lose his mind the second he noticed the sweets.)

No, it was something deeper. Something steadier.

It was him.

You looked toward the far end of the rooftop, past the gauzy drapes tied back with ribbons. Ranpo wasn’t there yet—thankfully. He was probably still being forced into something resembling formalwear by Kunikida. You wondered how many times he’d tried to sneak out of the fitting.

He hadn’t lifted a finger to help with the planning. Not really. Every time you asked for his input, he gave a vague “Whatever you like is fine” before crunching into another snack or falling asleep with his face in a case file. But the truth is… he had done something. Something big.

He took over all your cases for the past two weeks. Quietly. No announcement, no gloating. He solved them with that infuriating, casual genius of his and reported back with a grin like he hadn’t just saved you dozens of hours.

That was Ranpo in a nutshell: maddeningly lazy, frustratingly smug, and yet—when he cared—he gave all of himself. Without hesitation. Without needing praise.

And he cared about you.

You still remembered the first time you saw that side of him. Not the show-off “greatest detective” who practically glowed with self-satisfaction, but the one who sat beside you after a rough mission, silently offering you a soda and staring at the sky. He never said much in those moments. But somehow, you always knew what he meant.

“You’re smiling like you’re about to cry,” Naomi said, stepping back to admire her work. “But in a romantic way, so I won’t stop you.”

“She’s in love,” Yosano said, smirking. “With him, somehow. Miracles happen, huh?”

You laughed, biting your lip. “I think I’m the one who got lucky.”

Naomi tilted her head. “Do you mean that Ranpo took over your workload willingly? Without bribery?”

“More or less.”

“Then yeah,” she nodded seriously, “you’re definitely the lucky one.”

Yosano crossed her arms. “Let’s not give him too much credit yet. He still has to show up on time.”

A sudden gust of wind carried a faint scent of strawberries—probably from one of the candy centerpieces hidden behind the flower arch. The sky was beginning to shift, deepening from blue to orange-pink. It was almost time.

You took one last breath, steady and sure. Today, you were marrying the greatest detective in the world. And somehow, you loved him—childish quirks, candy addiction, impossible mind and all.

The rooftop had quieted.

Everyone was in their place now—rows of soft white chairs filled with your closest friends, each of them more or less behaving. Mostly less.

Dazai lounged sideways in his seat, legs crossed and arms behind his head, already whispering something mischievous to Atsushi, who kept glancing nervously at the front. Yosano, resplendent in a deep red dress, smirked knowingly as she observed the setup she’d aggressively orchestrated into perfection. Kunikida, naturally, sat stiff-backed, glancing at his notebook with an air of restrained panic—likely worried that the ceremony wouldn't start precisely on schedule.Naomi clung to Junichiro’s arm, practically buzzing with excitement.

And at the front—calm as ever—stood Fukuzawa, wearing formal robes and the patient look of a man who’d seen far more chaos than this.

Beside him, Ranpo.

He fidgeted a little with the edge of his sleeve, pulling at a jacket that clearly wasn’t his first choice of attire. It was formal, black with emerald accents—just enough to match your outfit, thanks to Naomi’s planning—but still managed to look a bit off-center on him. Somehow, it suited him. He hadn’t even complained once about the suit, though you suspected Kunikida had to threaten to iron his detective cape if he didn’t comply.

He rocked forward on his toes, eyes half-lidded in that classic too-smart, too-bored look of his—but if anyone looked closely, they’d see it.

The way he kept glancing toward the entrance. The tiny, fluttering twitch of a smile that hadn’t left his face. His hands were still.

Ranpo Edogawa, the self-proclaimed greatest detective, was waiting for you. And—for once—he wasn’t saying a word.

Meanwhile, behind the curtain of draped silks and flower-lined arches, you waited in the fading gold of the afternoon.

The light hit just right here, making the petals around you glow like they were lit from within. The city stretched far and wide beneath the rooftop, but up here, it felt like the world had shrunk to just this moment.

Beside you, Kenji and Kyouka—the two youngest of the ADA—stood in perfect silence. Both wore white flower crowns with little green leaves poking out, and each held a basket—petals and tiny wrapped candies tucked neatly inside.

Kenji gasped softly as he looked up at you. “Wow…” he breathed, eyes wide. “You look like one of those spirit ladies from the rice stories my grandma used to tell—beautiful and glowy.”

You blinked and laughed. “Glowy?”

Kyouka nodded seriously. “He’s right. You look like someone out of a painting. Ranpo is going to lose his mind.”

You knelt slightly to hug them both before the music began. “Thank you for helping me.”

Kenji grinned. “We’ll throw the petals just right. And I promised Dazai-san I wouldn’t eat any of the candy until after the ceremony!”

“That’s progress,” Kyouka murmured, with a tiny smile.

You smiled at them both, heart thumping in your chest—but not from nerves. From something fuller. Sweeter.

And then—the first soft notes of the song began to drift into the air.

It was gentle, orchestral, familiar… it might’ve been one of the classical pieces Ranpo hums when he’s solving a particularly dull case, now arranged into something romantic and slow. Naomi’s work, no doubt.

The rooftop beyond the curtains shifted as the guests turned to look toward the entrance.

Kenji straightened. Kyouka gave your hand one last squeeze.

You exhaled slowly.

It was time.

The music swelled, light and lilting, as the curtains parted.

Kenji and Kyouka stepped out first, walking side by side in perfect sync. With each step, petals fluttered from their baskets, some drifting lazily, others catching in the soft breeze. Mixed among the flowers were flashes of color—lollipops, candy hearts, and tiny sweets that twirled like confetti as they fell.

A few guests blinked in surprise. Dazai let out a low whistle. Atsushi smiled wide. Yosano covered a laugh behind her hand, mouthing “Nice touch.” And Ranpo—

Ranpo finally looked up fully.

For a moment, he didn’t move at all. Not even a blink.

You stepped into view, the breeze brushing against the fabric of your dress, the sunlight catching just right on the details Naomi had fussed over so carefully. The colors of the setting sun spilled across the rooftop—soft pinks, gold, warm lavender—and for just a second, the whole city below seemed to pause with him.

Then a grin broke across his face. A real one.

The kind that tugged at the corners of his mouth unevenly, eyes squinting just a bit, like he’d just solved the most satisfying riddle in the world. One hand went to his hip, the other to adjust the brim of his signature hat—though even that gesture was slower, a little stunned.

He mouthed something when he saw you.

Probably “Knew you’d look perfect.”

Maybe “You really went all out.”

Or possibly just “Wow.”

You couldn’t tell. But you didn’t need to.

Every step toward him felt surreal—grounded by the sound of your shoes on the garden stones, the faint rustle of petals underfoot, and the way Ranpo’s eyes never left yours. The music faded gently into the background, giving space to the breeze and birdsong and the quiet sounds of joy from the ADA.

When you reached the front, Kenji handed his basket to Kyouka and beamed up at you. “You’re glowing even more now,” he whispered proudly, before skipping over to sit beside Atsushi. Kyouka gave you one last small nod and slipped into her seat, a rare softness in her expression.

You turned to face Ranpo.

“Hi,” you whispered, your voice nearly caught between a laugh and a tear.

He tilted his head slightly. “You didn’t tell me there’d be candy in the flowers.”

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well… it worked.”

His hand found yours, fingers weaving easily between your own. Still childlike in its energy, but there was something steady in his grip too. Solid. Comforting. You’d held this same hand on rainy nights, during stakeouts, after long days and dangerous missions.

Now, you held it here.

Fukuzawa stepped forward, voice calm and grounding as he began the ceremony. You heard the words—welcoming, official, gentle—but you barely registered them, too caught in the way Ranpo kept stealing glances at you, the way he mouthed “You’re really marrying me?” with that smug wonder in his eyes.

You squeezed his hand tighter.

“Yes,” you mouthed back. “I really am.”

And he smiled like he’d just solved the final, most beautiful mystery of all.

The air was still now. The city below faded into silence, as if holding its breath.

You and Ranpo stood hand in hand beneath the flower-covered arch. Hidden among the roses and hydrangeas, tiny pastel sweets sparkled in the light—your secret surprise fully revealed, much to Ranpo’s delight. But for once, his attention wasn’t on the candy.

It was on you.

Fukuzawa’s voice came steady and clear. “You may now exchange your vows.”

You nodded softly, and Ranpo made a small gesture, offering you the first word. His hand didn’t leave yours.

Your heart pounded—not with nerves, but with the weight of every memory leading to this moment.

You took a breath.

“I used to think love had to be big. Loud. Obvious. Something explosive—something that announced itself to the world like a siren. But then I met you.

You weren’t loud. Not in the way people expect. You were confusing. Infuriating. You ate all my snacks, napped in the middle of our briefings, and somehow still solved every case ten steps ahead of everyone else. And yet…”

You smiled.

“…You gave me back my time without being asked. You remembered every detail I forgot about myself. You told me I looked tired before I even knew I was. You saw through everything, and still chose to stay. You gave me comfort in quiet ways. Love in ways that didn’t always make sense—except to me. And that made it perfect.”

Your voice caught for a moment, but you went on, eyes steady on his.

“I love you, Ranpo. And I promise, from today on… no matter how strange, chaotic, or candy-filled our life becomes, I’ll always choose to walk beside you. Case after case, day after day, mystery after mystery. I’ll solve them with you. And love you through every one.”

You squeezed his hand gently.

Ranpo blinked at you, stunned into a rare moment of silence. Then he cleared his throat.

“Well,” he muttered, scratching the back of his head. “Hard to follow that.”

A few quiet laughs rippled through the chairs.

Ranpo straightened his hat.

“I didn’t write anything down,” he began, “because let’s be honest, I already knew what I’d say. I mean, I am the greatest detective.”

Dazai made a dramatic snort from the audience. Yosano elbowed him.

“But… this isn’t a mystery I had to solve. It’s one I just understood the moment I saw you. It wasn’t deduction. It wasn’t instinct. It was just… clear.”

His voice softened, almost unexpectedly so.

“You let me be exactly who I am—even when I’m annoying. Especially when I’m annoying. And when I act lazy or play dumb or push too far… you never look at me like I’m too much. You look at me like I’m already enough.”

He glanced at the guests for a moment, then turned back, more serious now.

“I’ve never been good at pretending to be normal. I’m not the kind of person people expect to love or be loved. But you? You made it feel easy. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.”

He paused. His fingers curled more tightly around yours.

“So I promise this: I’ll keep walking with you. I’ll protect you with everything I have. I’ll solve every puzzle with you. And when we run out of mysteries—”

He grinned, slightly smug again.

“—I’ll just steal candy from your bag and make a mess of our kitchen until you love me all over again.”

A few more laughs from the ADA. Even Kunikida cracked a smile, small but genuine.

Ranpo looked at you once more, eyes sharp, but gentle.

“I love you. With all my mind, and all my heart. Which—if you ask me—is kind of the same thing.”

You let out a soft breath that almost turned into a laugh—and a tear.

Fukuzawa nodded. “Then with these vows exchanged—”

Ranpo beat him to it.

He leaned in quickly, pressing a kiss to your lips before the official line could finish, pulling back with the grin of someone very proud of himself.

“…I now pronounce us partners in crime,” he whispered against your ear.

You laughed, wiping at your eyes. “You skipped the kiss cue.”

“I deduced the perfect timing.”

Behind you, the ADA clapped—some politely, others wildly. Dazai let out an exaggerated “Bravo!” while Kenji jumped out of his seat to throw a handful of leftover petals into the air.

And just like that—you were married.

The reception wasn’t grand.

There were no chandeliers, no fireworks, no ballroom orchestra. Just laughter, good food, paper lanterns strung between rooftops, and a low table practically buckling under the weight of Ranpo’s personal candy bar.

Naomi had arranged small flower bundles at each table—each one with a lollipop centerpiece shaped like a rose. Kunikida pretended to be horrified by the “chaotic sweetness” of it all, but you caught him slipping one into his coat pocket later when he thought no one was looking.

Dazai toasted with soda instead of sake (Fukuzawa’s rule), and gave a speech that somehow managed to be both heartwarming and vaguely threatening toward your future. “If you ever make her cry, Ranpo,” he said, grinning, “I’ll personally replace all your snacks with sugar-free ones.” Ranpo looked appropriately terrified.

Kenji and Kyouka sat together, both already halfway through slices of strawberry cake. Yosano claimed credit for the floral arrangements at least five separate times, and Atsushi kept trying to help clean up until everyone firmly told him to sit down and enjoy the party.

Ranpo stayed close to your side the entire time. He wasn’t a dancer, and he didn’t really mingle, but that was fine. He didn’t need to.

He only needed you.

At one point, while you were sipping sparkling juice and watching the lanterns sway in the breeze, he leaned against your shoulder and murmured, “You know I’m not really into fancy stuff.”

“I know.”

“But I think… I get why people do this.”

You smiled. “Yeah?”

He nodded, then added, “Also, the cake is incredible. I’m marrying you again tomorrow.”

You rolled your eyes. “Only if you plan that one.”

He immediately frowned. “...Fine. Once is enough.”

It happened just as the last slice of cake was being served.

Bzzz… Bzzz… Bzzz.

Every ADA member’s phone lit up at once.

Fukuzawa glanced at his screen first, frowning just slightly before raising his voice. “There’s a new case. Local police can’t figure it out. They’re requesting us. High priority.”

A collective groan rippled through the table.

“I just sat down,” Atsushi muttered.

“I haven’t finished my third slice,” Kenji said mournfully, mouth full of cream.

Yosano stretched, already halfway to standing. “Guess we’re back on the clock.”

Ranpo didn’t move right away. He looked at you, eyebrow raised. “Well, partner? What do you say?”

You met his gaze and smiled, standing and brushing the crumbs from your dress.

“Let’s go to work.”

He grinned like you’d just told him the best secret in the world.

The sun had dipped below the horizon now, but the sky still burned with the last colors of dusk—orange, plum, indigo streaking the skyline like the city itself had paused to applaud.

You walked hand-in-hand with Ranpo down the rooftop stairs, your friends trailing close behind. Dazai was already theorizing about the case, Kunikida was muttering about “the wedding day schedule absolutely destroyed,” and Yosano threatened to perform field surgery on anyone who tripped in their formal wear.

But all you heard was Ranpo beside you.

Still in his slightly-wrinkled suit, still holding your hand, still exactly the same—yet somehow, everything had changed.

And as the group turned the corner, laughter echoing into the evening, you looked down at the ring on your hand. Then up at him.

Your husband.

He caught you looking.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you said. “Just thinking.”

“About the case?”

“No.” You smiled. “About forever.”

He squeezed your hand, gaze soft.

“You and me,” he said simply. “Every case. Every day.”

You nodded, and the two of you walked on—toward the unknown, toward the next mystery, toward the rest of your life.

Hand in hand.

Together.

Masterlist

[takusan-no-ai]

Speed Dating: One-O-One

PAIRING: Zhu x Male Reader (Romantic) (Fluff)

SUMMARY: Zhu’s parents set her up for a speed dating program.

“Find your one true love,” Zhu read aloud, looking down at the flyer which was placed in her back pocket. Her parents had snuck it on her the last time she visited them. She continued reading it next to her locker at work, waiting for the seconds to pass so she could clock in.

Yes, Zhu went to work earlier than usual today. Her mind kept racing and so she slept little that night. With a huff she sat down at her desk, espresso in hand; she needed something to help her get through the day. And to help keep her mind from wandering to that flyer.

“Someone seems preoccupied by her own thoughts.” Qingyi said, having appeared behind Zhu. She was drinking a small cup of hot water, the smile on her face growing by the seconds. Qingyi pulled up a chair and sat down next to Zhu, relaxing as she sipped her water.

Zhu looked at her mentor before sighing again. “It’s my parents: they want me to go to a speed dating event. I love them, but they’re so…a lot sometimes.” She vented to her. Qingyi nodded, listening attentively.

“So, will you go?”

“I guess.”

“Why does the action seem to make you so anxious, Zhu?” Qingyi asked. Zhu finished her espresso and rummaged through her work files. “Zhu,” Qingyi called out to her again, “don’t try to hide in your work. You’ll only be putting off the inevitable.”

“I know, I know.” She slumped over. “I…just don’t want to be in a relationship right now. But I want my family to know that I am trying to be available. There’s just…,” she trailed off.

“Always something else that takes importance over romance.” Qingyi finished. Zhu nodded. Qingyi sat up, now done with her water. She cleaned up the area and gave Zhu a reassuring pat on the back.

As she opened the office door, Qingyi turned back to give her friend one last piece of advice. “Even if you don’t want a boyfriend, all you have to do is show up, right? Tell them it didn’t work out afterwards. No harm, no foul.”

Zhu watched as her coworkers figure faded away, a new look of determination on her face. “Just go and have fun.”

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

…

…

It wasn’t going well. Zhu had never dolled herself up like this. Not since she was a little girl going on a family trip. When she told her mom and dad the news they were practically jumping over the moon. They dressed her up, did her makeup, everything. And when she finally got there Zhu had to force herself to go through the front door.

There were some dressed like her. But most wore casual clothing. She grimaced. “I’m like a sore thumb in a greenhouse.” Zhu twiddled her fingers, not wanting to attract too much attention. Thats when her stomach made itself known.

“…!?”

Thankfully nobody heard it. And then that enticing smell made its way to her. Zhu looked towards the buffet table, and there she saw it: grilled tomatoes topped with some basil and ranch dressing on the side. She could feel her mouth watering.

But only some people went to the table. “If I go there now they might think I’m…,” she didn’t want to finish the embarrassing thought, now feeling self conscious. So she waits it out with a pained expression on her face, hand subtly caressing her stomach as she fought the hunger pains.

And then he came. A young man wearing a pub sec uniform. He walked towards her with a small plate of that tomato dish in hand, smiling at her. The food certainly made her happy, but his uniform was already calming her nerves; talking to someone she worked with felt achievable. Much easier than mingling with a complete stranger.

“Here you go, Miss.” He handed her the plate and escorted Zhu towards a small table further off from the louder commotion. “You seemed hungry, eyeing that tomato like it would run away.” He teased. She blushed, trying not to quickly scarf down the meal. “But really, if you’re that hungry there’s nothing wrong with just grabbing a plate.”

His reassurance was comforting. And his presence so relaxing in a familiar way. Maybe it was just the uniform. “Thanks. I just didn’t want people to think I was gluttonous.” She confided to him.

“I mean if you’re eating for two it makes sense you would be that hungry.” He said casually, drinking his glass of water.

“Haha, yeah…wait what?” Zhu stared at him with wide eyes. She turned away blushing.

“Huh? Did I say something wrong?”

“Yes. I’m not ‘eating for two’.” Zhu corrected. The young man coughed into his hand, now turning away also. Zhu snuck a glance at him, and she could see the steam coming out of his ears.

“Sorry, you were rubbing and holding your stomach. It just looked like that to me, sorry. Not that I thought your stomach looked fat or anything like that because you’re not. You’re really pretty! Uh, not that you’d be ugly while pregnant; I think all pregnant women look beautiful! Wait, now that just sounds creepy.” He rambled on, continuing to dig himself further into a grave.

Zhu giggled at first. Now she was holding back from cackling. “You—ha! You’re so silly!” She was fighting back the tears. All the while the man scratched his neck, everything starting to feel too warm.

“Hey,” Zhu started, grasping his hand softly, “I’m having a lot of fun talking to you, but this place is a little too ‘formal’ for my taste.”

He smiled. “Wanna ditch and go somewhere more relaxing? Waterfall Soup is around the corner.” He offered. Zhu nodded, grabbing her belongings. That’s when it hit her.

“My name is Zhu. What’s yours?”

“(Y/N), reporting for duty, Ma’am!” He jested.

“‘Ma’am?’ I’m too young to be a Ma’am!” She joked back.

- Fin

[vyzoi]

This is for @demiitria as a thank you for hyping up my Yukimiya loving agenda today!

Contains: childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst, fic only goes up to U-20s, gender neutral reader

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You were watching your fellow classmates play football while you sat on a nearby bench. You kind of wished you knew how to play. But you also weren’t confident in your skill abilities for the sport. Even though your classmates weren’t even playing competitively. You still felt like you would ruin the fun.

Out of nowhere a boy walks up to you. “Hey, are ya okay? You seem to be spaced out.” You snap out of your thoughts and you look up at him. “Yeah, I’m fine, thank you for asking.” He smiles big. “You’re welcome! My name is Karasu by the way. What’s yours?” You gave him your name. “Ya have a nice name! I like it.” He then reaches his hand out. You reach his hand and you shake it.

Since then, your friendship has been a strong one.

On your first day of middle school, you felt overwhelmed. So many people and so many new things you never knew. You panicked when you realize you haven’t seen Karasu all morning. He wasn’t even in your first class. During the class period change, you sat down against your locker. You didn’t even bother showing to your second class. You were just too overwhelmed.

You pulled your knees up to your chest and you crossed your arms on them. You buried your head in and started to cry. You hear footsteps but you ignore it. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You then sit your head up because you recognized that voice from anywhere. “Karasu? I haven’t seen you all morning. I thought you went to a different school.” He laughs. “And leave ya all alone? Never.” He sits down next to you. “Tell me, what’s on yer mind? I’m here for you.”

You both skipped that class period together just to talk about things. You even developed a crush on him. But you were too afraid to say anything. You thought he didn’t like you that way.

In high school, he got an invitation to join Blue Lock. That was when you feel like that now was the time to confess. You don’t know how long he’ll be gone for or when you’ll see him again. So the time is now.

You’re both sitting in the stands alone and facing the field. “Karasu, there’s something I need to tell you.” He looks and sounds nonchalant about the sudden question. “Don’t even think about it, I like ya too. Will you be mine?” You couldn’t help but blush. “Yes, of course I’ll be yours!” You then hug him tightly.

When it was time for the U-20s to start. You immediately bought a ticket. You’ve missed your boyfriend a lot. You’re still a loner and you never did pick up the sport. But seeing your boyfriend play will feel so much better and much more different than watching old classmates play.

After the match, you make your way down to the field. Otoya is the first to notice you but that’s only because he’s walking past you. “You’re so pretty, do you know anyone here?” Karasu steps in. “That’s the love of my life, Otoya.” He then backs off. Karasu hugs you tight and spins you around. When he puts you down, he kisses you. “I miss ya so much dear. I hate that we have to make this interaction short.” You nuzzle your head against his chest. “It’s okay, I’m just glad I get to see you again.”

He smirks down at you. “When all this is over and I’m out of here, I’m going to ask for your hand in marriage.”

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I hope you loved this !!

[xreaderaddict]

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Summary: After what felt like years you find yourself back in forks for a short visit catching up with a family friend, but after a series of strange events your mom is forced to leave you under mysterious circumstances putting you under the care of your former baby sitter Billy black. Although you feel excited to be spending your entire summer in La push—something about the conditions this falls under doesn’t feel right.

Pairing: Seth Clearwater X reader

Word count: 3,500

requests are open!

<<Part 1

…

La push was hot.

I stood outside on Billy’s porch, my fingers picking at the edge of my cuticles, sweating bullets. I was only wearing a tank top, some sandals, and a pair of Daisy Dukes I stole out of my mom's closet before the trip. And yet as the trees blew, and the hot salty wind grazed my skin—it felt like I was wearing over 20 layers of clothing and a scarf to boot.

Is this what they described hell as?

I sat down on the steps, swatting away any mosquitoes that stopped to feast on my legs. Picking up a blade of grass, I began tearing it to pieces, groaning as my underarms began to dampen the shirt. Billy was sitting on my side, a small foldable table propped in front of him. It was early morning, and the humid air had already driven us outside, prompting us to stare into the wilderness from the porch in hopes of some cool breeze passing us by.

But it was pretty obvious that nothing was coming anytime soon

“ I wanna go home.” Billy gave his signature laugh, but it lacked the hearty passion he always gave—his smile didn’t reach his eyes and his eyebrows didn’t raise like the arms of a nice office chair, instead, his lips remained tensed, so lightly sighing through his nose as he released a breath—it wasn’t genuine. “ It’s only been a day Y/n, don’t you think you're being a bit dramatic?” my arms dropped to my sides as I relaxed my posture, this heat made me feel like I wasn’t being dramatic enough! “ Yeah I know Hwiyul, but you have to realize I haven’t been allowed outside since I got here!”

Billy sipped his coffee, humming in response to my outcry for release. “ Your outside now aren’t you?” Pushing his knee as a response I couldn’t help but crack an unwanted smile at his joke. “ Heard anything from your mother?” I shrugged hardly finding interest in my mom’s disappearance, after all, she did that type of thing all the time.

“ I still haven’t gotten the chance to see Sam and Embry! I heard they’ve grown.”

Billy's lips tighten at the mention, slowly growing into a fond smile as he remembers Sam and Embry before everything. “No doubt about it, they are even bigger than your father” Joshua Uley, or in other words Joshua L/n, a man only to be described as a mystery, to my mom—-he was the guy who did everything right, bought her roses on a tough day, massaged her feet when she got too tired, always remembered every date and kissed her goodnight no matter how tough the day or big the fight. But to the Uley family, he was nothing more than an undeserving piece of crap not worth the junk it took to make him—I didn’t grow up around him of course, he died before I could even get a chance to see him, the man had a knack for avoiding fatherhood. But my mom loved him, she only learned after he died from a stroke that he actually had two other kids.

My mom of course was fuming learning about the other family describing the feeling as Joshua ripping her heart out and shredding it. So like the determined woman she was— at 8 months pregnant she hopped into her broken down car, that she still drives today and drove it over 3,000 miles from sunny bright Florida to rainy ole forks, so much as without a phone call of confirmation. She still laughs to this day—remembering how terrified Sam looked as she stood at the door 10 seconds away from sobbing, the first thing coming out of her mouth was “ I can’t deny it, he looks just like the bastard”. Ever since then, we all became close, I frequently stayed over the summer with Billy since then.

Suddenly the house phone rang

“I’ll be right back, alright?” Billy wheeled back into the house. I slowly turned my head, watching his silhouette roll toward the fridge.

The old man always did have something going on.

Billy had always been like a grandfather to me, and my family was special to him, my mom being too special if you ask me after I grew up a bit they got closer finding comfort in each other from being widows. My mom weirdly enough still talked about my dad she found herself kind of unable to forget the man she thought he was, she never spoke badly about him not with me around anyway, but she never discussed him near Sam or Embry, that was just the type of woman she was. Easy to fall in love with, hard to hate.

I looked through the kitchen window watching the strain on Billy’s face as he spoke angrily—he looked like as if a person grabbed him and shook him, . Looking back to the forest, I only sighed, looks like this summer was setting its self up to be very boring.

Little did I know it’d be anything but that.

“Billy if you just want to torture me, then do it the old-fashioned way and waterboard me, because this—“ I gestured to the living room I was sitting in “is just—inhumane”. The boredom was officially getting to me, it had been an eventful day of Billy sitting down at his dinner table going through his mail, and snacking on salted cashews out of his pantry, while I watched trash reality TV shows.

As entertaining as Tantrums and Tiaras could be, I could hardly say it was enough for a whole day of amusement, you could only hear so many screams before you started to cry yourself.

Usually, I would’ve been at Sam’s by now eating an assortment of meals Emily made since she was looking forward to my visit and especially what came in tow, high-school gossip. The rest of the day would’ve been lined up with something like soccer or driving around—forks honestly didn’t have much to do besides going to the beach, but somehow my family made it fun.

“ Do you think your mother would like these coasters I bought? She suggested they’d add more feng shui” 

but instead I was sitting on Billy’s couch, snacking on hand fulls of baked chips and half a bowl of chili listening to his ideas on impressing my mom. Billy wasn’t much of a cook and hardly neither was I and I’m suffering for it. I groaned, Billy laughed

“ You know Sam isn’t as free as he used to be, the baby could come at any moment. He can’t just drop everything to come hang out with you” Any moment was a stretch, Emily was only 7 months but I didn’t deny his point after all my mom had popped me out during that spontaneous Forks visit having me at the forks community hospital and she was only 8 months, so really what did I know. “I still can’t believe he’s having a baby already, he’s only what? 25? He only got married a couple of years ago” But even so, is she so far along that no-one could even stop by and say a hello—or even call?

I sat up waltzing my way towards the fridge letting out a small whimper when I open to see there wasn’t much worth getting up for. “ How do you even live like this?” Billy chuckled adjusting his glasses while continuing to look through his mail. He glanced up at me, a smile gracing his face as he watched me lean over and press my head up against the cold fridge door “I don’t, people usually bring food to me” I snickered, a smile staying on my face even as I made my way back onto the couch. “ Guess todays not one of those days old man”

“ Guess not”

The time eventually went by as I laid on the couch, I ran through the chips and the chili with the only thing being left was an empty bag and my face of unwavering boredom. Billy sighed then paused looking blankly at his mail “I was actually gonna make a short visit to Sue’s, what do you say you tag along? But we’ll be taking your mom's car”

I jolted up “ Do you even need to ask?” I made my way over to my room but stopped to ask a curious question “Question, is she still Ms. Clearwater or is she now Mrs. Swan?” Billy contemplated before giving me a short response “Does it matter? You’re still gonna call her Sue anyway” We both laughed as I made my way into the room. But from the corner of my eye, I watched from the entrance, as Billy realized he was alone again his smile faded, and a deep sigh escaped his chest, mumbling one thing so softly.

“ I miss you Melanie”

I wonder what drove my mom away this time

…

“ Oh my goodness! Y/n is that really you! You’re basically a woman now, stop growing up so fast!” Sue wrapped me in a hug, soon pulling away to get a good look at my face while patting my head, moving my hair out of the way as she stared. “Wow, you really do look just like Sam!” What a lovely compliment that was, my hands immediately found hers slowly removing them as I gave her tight tight-lipped smile. She giggled with excitement, glancing over to Charlie who stood beside her.

He gave me a fond simile, greeting Billy with a couple of fake jabs. “ It was just yesterday you were asking to ride in my cop car so you could ‘help me catch the bad guys’ now you’re already head to head me”

Billy smiled looking up at me his eyes beaming like a proud father he patted my arm with joy. “Remember when she got her head stuck in a log?” He happily rejoiced and I snatched my arm away deciding it was time to ditch the group “ I’m taking my leave thank you” laughter was all I could hear as I went up those cement steps. At least everyone else remained in good spirits.

“ There’s some lunch out on the table! “

I had already found my way there, holding a sandwich with joy as I sat on the family couch looking at all the photos. There were pictures everywhere some old some new, but in front of me sat a picture of the clearwaters and a picture of Henry beside it, the two pictures weren’t anything professional, they were candid both having a bit of blur. Charlie sat at the dinner table playing uno with the whole family clearly winning while Leah seethed in the seat beside him, you could hardly make out Seth but he sat across from Charlie with over 20 cards in his hand hysterical at Leah’s losing streak, all the while Sue was taking the picture with genuine laugh escaping her mouth right as she snapped the photo.

It was perfectly imperfect, Henry’s picture was just as sweet, he sat in his chair sleeping away as Leah and Seth drew things on his face while Sue raised a thumb, and in the corner, there was a tiny note that read, Happy April fools we love you.

The clearwaters always were the sweetest.

I eventually found myself walking around, looking happily at all the pictures, Leah and Seth fishing with Charlie but it was more Leah sitting grumpily in the back with a fishing hat on while Seth and Charlie held up a large salmon. Another was Henry planting Sue a garden as Leah and Seth threw mulch at each other behind him. Further and further into the house pictures of Everyone came up, even I making an appearance, it was a picture of me grumpily staring at 8-year-old Sam and 1-year-old embry as he attempted to hold my hand as the adults laughed, it was sweet

I wandered my eyes catching the sight of a giant picture, one of the whole family. Without noticing I drifted to the photo standing on the steps star-strucked as everyone I remembered and slightly forgotten were all up there.

There stood Sam towering over everyone giving a small smile while Emily was on his side her stomach being held by Sam, the rest of the boys were huge, each and everyone one of them having a girl on their side besides a few. Leah sat on the opposite side deadpanned with reddish cheeks as a woman kissed her. While Billy sat beside my mom looking up at her as she leaned over and wrapped her arm around his neck using her other hand to gently place his hat on her head.

The photo was beautiful, I can’t even remember when my mom had time to do this.

The boys looked good, all of them growing to be people I hardly recognize, Collin and Brady were near Paul reaching his height in only a couple of months, while Rachel somehow got even hotter. The group of boys had always been close, sneaking off the Emily’s house to be shirtless and eat food like a bunch of weirdos. I always wondered why they all gravitated towards Sam no matter how little they knew him before, it honestly felt a bit strange—even cultish, I looked around for Seth but before I could even get a good look,

The stairs creaked and two boys came stomping down arguing with each other before coming to a halt. They stared at me, one of the boy's mouths opening as he came closer. “ No way, Y/n!”

“ Embry?! Quil?!”

Sam isn’t the only one who apparently changed, quil and Embry burst into laughter before they both wrapped me into a tight hug. “ Man, what the hell are you doing here? Is everything okay?” Words could barely even leave my mouth as I blinked at both of them. Had it been really that long? Embry was huge “ Y-yeah! It’s summer you know—why are you so big?” Quil laughed earning a punch from Embry “ I had no idea you were coming down this early! Does Sam know?” Seeing how he didn’t know, I had no idea if he did, it’s pretty obvious now that my mom didn’t mention the whole coming down thing to anyone besides Billy.

Honestly I’m a bit stunned

And I guess my face gave embry the idea that I was a little confused. “ How about we take a seat hm?” I nodded slowly stepping down the steps with Quils help.

I sat across from embry at a loss for words. “ Well, sis how have you been” he sat awkwardly twiddling his fingers before pushing his hair behind him—while Quill was simply cracking up. “ Why are you so big? Why is Quil so big, is Sam this big? Is he even bigger?” Embry sheepishly smiled, looking towards Quil for help as I continued “ When did you get so ripped? How is your hair so long? Are you on some meal plan-“,

“ Woah woah slow down N/n your going to fast”

Just then Sue walked in from her slide door her smile disappearing as she saw the two boys at her table. “ what did I say about coming here shirtless, I have guests!” Quil looked up with only a smirk “ Does Billy even count as a guest? “ Sue pursued her lips “ Not really but still!” Embry looked up to Sue raising an eyebrow “When were you gonna tell me Y/n was back in town? Does Sam know?” Sue sighed pulling the two boys up by the arm as she led them towards the outside back door, “ No he doesn’t, it’s a surprise!”

Just as she finished her sentence Billy had called, both of them giving an eye roll. Embry only waved at me mouthing out a love you before he was ushered out. Throughout their whole interaction, my eyebrows never stopped scrunching, and my confusion never left.

“ Why are they so big”

She ignored my question mumbling an apology as she fixed her chairs “ Sorry about those too!” I ignored it, my mind was racing with a million questions hitting me at once. “Do you not notice how big they are now? Or has it been such a long time?” Sue smiled patting my head as I looked at her with a look one would describe as jarring. “ I suppose they have gotten bigger even you don’t look quite the same yourself”

“ Yeah well, I didn’t grow 6ft in let’s say 9 months? Why is quil so hot?” Sue withdrew her hand giving me a small little smirk before promptly grabbing her keys, “ Not! like that Sue, his hand—it felt like I was touching the glass of a working oven, it’s like they’ve turned into Marvel superheroes”

Sue laughed at my comparison, handing me a container of sandwiches as she led me back outside towards the front yard. “Please don’t say that around embry his head will get big” I raised a brow “It’s the truth, they look like a real-life rendition of the super soldier experiment pecs and all, I was head to head with embryo before I left! Now his head is nearly grazing your ceiling” Sue placed a hand on my arm, giving me another smile “ As much as I would like to discuss the possibility of embry and quill being scientifically modified war soldiers, I have to take you back home, Billy has some business to take care of and can’t take you home and he doesn’t wanna leave you out alone”

My mind finally quieted down as I curiously looked for Billy “ can’t embry take me?” She begins walking down her steps waving her keys on her index as she walked the path “The boys left with Billy, so it’s just me sorry kid”

I stared blankly at Sue, not saying anything as I’m following her to her parked car.

It has come to my realization that everyone is a lot stranger than last summer and no one is seeing it but I. Embry never left me alone when I came down here, what’s with everyone—what’s with the sudden change?

“ You coming?”

“ Do I actually have a choice?”

“Hmm no!”

I sighed as I reached her car but as soon as I grabbed the handle Sue suddenly placed a hand over mine, her face already reeking of bad ideas “Say, has your mom taught you how to drive yet?”

“Yeah, Yeah we made it—she’s fine, the drive was easy”

Well everything’s easy when your not the one doing the work isn’t it? I still have a migraine from when I nearly ran into the trees.

I watched Sue’s shadow as she stood in the kitchen catching up with Charlie, she was waiting on Billy. Meanwhile, I was sitting in front of the living room TV on the floor hanging up another call after reaching my mom's voicemail again while simultaneously and very unenthusiastically watching the Forks news.

“Switch the channel! I don’t like that reporter!” Sue yelled

It wasn’t anything special just a very pale yet beautiful man being appreciated for his contributions to the city, “Alright, give me a sec!” forks news was always more of a blog than news, just last summer their biggest story was a string of mysterious late-night ding-dong ditches throughout the whole neighborhood it had been going on for months before the culprit was finally caught through a newly installed security system, turns out it was just a inquisitive wolf who liked bell ringing, I retyped my moms number.

The call went to voicemail again

I sighed it was 20th call towards mom and yet she hadn’t picked up a single one of them.

I placed the phone back on the table, leaning my head back in frustration. It wasn’t necessarily uncommon for my mom to disappear like this but she never ghosted me this hard—it honestly felt like she was just abandoning me like she used to when I was kid, I wasn’t sad just annoyed she could waste a perfectly good weekend on work leaving me here with suddenly grandpa Billy.

It didn’t make sense why she wouldn’t pick up, she hadn’t done this for years but somehow it felt like my childhood all over again, minus the free candy and play dates with Sam and Embry.

As I stood up, the usual howls began singing into the night. I reached over ready to shut off the TV. Sue walked in with the first frown I’d seen all day she even seemed angry

“I told you to turn it off N/n”

“I was-“

“ This just in, authorities have discovered the body of 24-year-old Amanda Bennet at 8:09 p.m. She had been missing since last night and was last seen at her job closing up shop. The scene has been described as horrific, and investigators are working urgently to determine the cause of death and identify any suspects involved, she was the local cashier.”

“ what the fuck?”

And just like that, forks wasn’t so sweet anymore.

…

A/n : Errrr, hi srry I disappeared for so long I’m actually getting ready to graduate so a lot of time went to school! But I’m back I just wanted to say next part will start getting into the juicy details so stay tuned mwahaha and this will be a bit of angsty slow-burn but will feature wholesome moments between everyone I want it to feel like a real family so there will be a balance, and Dw it won’t take 7 months to get the next chapter like last time—only 6 LMAO (JK) okiiii bye

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