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satan-plundered-our-oceans · 1 month

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★。／can i be a hero too?＼。★

ask: "I have a really cute request, Bakugou from Bnha with a little sibling reader. They weren't able to get a babysitter and Bakugou bring his little sibling to school, the reader is the complete opposite of him though"

pairing: bakugo x gn!sibling!reader

fandom: boku no hero academia

word count: 1,196

tw: none! purely some platonic, wholesome fluff. of course, a bit of cussing from bakugo but that comes with the territory

notes: thanks for being one of my first requests anon! it was really fun to get back into writing fanfic, and bnha is one of my favourite animes so writing this was a lot of fun - i just hope i did it well and you enjoy reading! i used primarily they/them pronouns for the sibling just in case ;)

! this is a repost from my other blog !

‘Can’t we just hire that old fucking neighbour?!’

Mitsuki doesn’t even bother smacking her son this time, too busy fixing up the bento box she has already begun making in the kitchen. Rice and egg and soft pretzels which [Y/N] always insisted on. The same thing everyday, which Katsuki found increasingly frustrating. Their name is painted on the lid, which sits on the sink.

It’s one of the only memories that Mitsuki repeatedly brags about to her mom friends. How her son eagerly decorated a bento box for his anticipated sibling, and how he ended up despising them when born. That’s what it looked like anyway

‘She’s too old for [Y/N], you know this.’ Mitsuki snaps, snapping on the box lid. ‘They’ll get bored if they have to sit in her living room all day.’

‘The place smells like shit too.’

‘Katsuki!’ This time she does hit him.

‘It’s just one day. All you have to do is keep them busy for a while, and they’ll find a way to occupy themselves for the rest of your classes.’

Mitsuki packs the bento box and several colouring books and pencil sets into a tiny school bag that’s been sitting open on the dining room table. Just as [Y/N] comes skipping into the room in an All-Might tracksuit that they demanded they ‘had to have’ when they saw it at a convention a while ago.

‘Aren’t you so pretty, hun?’ Mitsuki coos at - arguably - her favourite child. ‘Guess what?’

[Y/N] mumbles something around a mouthful of a soft pretzel. Where’d they even get it from?

‘You’re going to school with Katsuki today!’

Oh shit their face got a fuck ton more bright when he looked down again. Even the mention of U.A on any given day made them bounce around while babbling about how they’d love to be a hero when they got their quirk.

‘Really?’ [Y/N] attaches themself to his leg, bouncing up and down to make sure they’ve heard Mitsuki just right.

She glares at him when [Y/N] looks away.

‘Yeah, yeah, whatever.’

* *

No one’s expecting anything entirely different when Aizawa starts class that morning. The only thing that seems slightly out of the ordinary is Bakugo being late. Kirishima is counting through the minutes and soon enough a whole half hour passes without him being there to yell at anyone. Even Midoriya is having a particularly stress-free morning!

However, no one was expecting for him to parade into the class an hour later with a six year old sitting on his shoulders, because (as he said) “they didn’t want to use their damn legs”.

‘Bakubro,’ Kaminari is already laughing his ass off in the back corner. ‘Ya got a hitchhiker there.’

Bakugo is almost fuming by the time he drops off the child at his desk, standing by Aizawa to demand - or ask - that he ignore the situation. Number one, [Y/N] got a day off school because of a downtown villain attack, and Mitsuki couldn’t find a babysitter after their current one caught the flu. With no other options and both of his parents going to work early that morning, he had no choice but to drag them along as long as, and quote:

‘You don’t make a damn noise, and no questions, and no playing around, you sit down and shut up.’

Did [Y/N] listen? Nope. Not really.

Halfway through the first lesson of the morning, and little [Y/N] is sitting in the lap of half of his classmates, messing with Hagakure’s invisible hair in utter curiosity, and playing heroes with Midoriya and Kirishima. At which point they all stand on their desks and put their fists in the air yelling ‘Detroit Smash’!

Katsuki just stands and watches as [Y/N] jumps from person to person, playing with quirks and planning out their future hero name. Kaminari is the most excited to stand on his desk and create a fake hero mask out of tape and paper, and theorise all the new quirks that could be made for [Y/N].

‘[Y/N] sit down for God’s sake!’ he growls at them, and they do so as they nestle themselves into a corner of his desk. Katsuki squeezes on with her. ‘No more talking to these... damn extras during class, ok?’

Mitsuki would skin him alive if he even thought about swearing properly in the same room as her “precious angel”.

‘But why?’

‘’Cause it’s annoying.’

[Y/N]’s eyes widen a bit, but then they beam at him and nod again, picking up a pencil as if they actually are a student and begin doodling a picture while others begin homework. Aizawa doesn’t collapse into his sleeping bag this time, instead keeping an eye to ensure he isn’t sued later for the death of an unrelated child. Midoriya and Iida are the first ones to finish of course, followed by Katsuki, who has to steal his pages when [Y/N] isn’t looking, handing it across the teacher’s desk with glitter flowers and stars in the margins.

The bell goes to signal the beginning of their hero training, and [Y/N] clutches Katsuki’s hand as they shyly approach the scary-looking racoon man to hand him a (“professionally signed”) artwork by [Y/N] Bakugo. A misshapen house with a cat and a very dead looking racoon.

(Aizawa does frame it later, like a dad of course.)

(Katsuki does call his teacher roadkill exactly three times after that.)

For hero training All-Might stands with his hands on his hips with [Y/N] at his side to help conduct the lesson. Together they order drills and [Y/N] gets to practise their hero voice and pose. The class ends with the whole group playing games and kicking a soccer ball around so they can pretend that [Y/N] has to save it from various situations. Which they do so successfully - “a top-rate hero” in All-Might’s words.

* *

For Katsuki, he’s glad to get home and die in bed when 8:30 rolls around. It’s been non-stop questions and poking and prodding even though he told [Y/N] not to, but they wouldn’t listen! And when they got home Mitsuki hounded him to make sure they hadn’t done anything stupid while at school.

But 9 rolls around and [Y/N]’s socks cast shadows over the door frame, and the door handle jiggles. Katsuki waits and doesn’t move to help them with it. They come padding in with a stuffed Midnight plush, and crawls onto his pillow.

‘Kat, can I come to school with you everyday?’

And god-fucking-dammit, they look so damn excited to go to school with their big brother that all he can do is turn off his lamp and pull the covers up and pat their hair. He can feel his chest swell with pride, because his sibling wants to come and watch him become a hero.

He can’t help but wonder what kind of hero [Y/N] will be. What would their quirk be?

Oh, Mitsuki would kick his ass if he even thought about surpassing his own sibling.

He smirks at the thought. His sibling would be the best hero at U.A, not like those fucking extras.

‘Yeah, whatever.’

i really enjoyed writing this!

let me know if you want to request anything, and i'll try my best to get to them as quickly as possible.

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princessbrunette · 3 months

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okay so hi! i wanted to send in a lil jj and rafe prompt myself for the kook princess.

so i lowkey think that she gets tired of the beefing one day and she’s just all upset because she doesn’t know what to do or who to chose in this whole situation, so she just pulls a “if i can’t have you both i don’t want either of you” which was hard enough for her to do anyway because let’s be so real standing on business with RAFE & JJ is hell in itself. so she like really stands on business doesn’t come around either of them avoiding parties the whole nine until she ends up needing to go to midsommars or something kinda much like kie in season one her parents are making her go, so word gets around fast that she’s going because people haven’t seen her in a while and jj leaps on the opportunity to work with pope & heyward, so he can see her and obviously rafe is gonna be there regardless. she doesn’t come until late which gave rafe and jj enough time to at least come to a certain level of an agreement, she still avoids them all night staying with her parents and drifting to sarah whenever she got the opportunity. so she finally ends up going to the bathroom and they basically corner her (teamwork 🤣) and they talk to her and they both end up fucking her in the stall.

this!!!!! this is perfect. i never brought the two of them together bc i just thought it was too unlikely because they really don’t like eachother — but if they’re kinda forced together by reader giving them no other choice it seems more likely.

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jj practically jumps you in the corridor, appearing frantically infront of you in his lil waiter get up and starts dragging you to the bathroom.

“jj, no — i already told you—”

“just five minutes just — just hear me out for five minutes okay — c’mon, in you go, chop chop.” he pushes you into the bathroom before turning round and blinking at passersby who worriedly witnessed the low level kidnap. “nothin’ to see here alright just, carry on…” he excuses awkwardly before closing the door.

upon entering, to your surprise rafe is stood in the centre of the room with his hands in his pockets and lips pursed like he was forced to be there too. he perks up a little on your entry, eyeing you over. he speaks your name and you glance between the two boys nervously.

“damn, you— you look really beautiful i mean—” rafe begins as he edges towards you and you all but nearly stomp your foot, pointing to him with an angry pout.

“don’t!”

the oldest boy holds his hands up, slowing his pace as he approaches you, showing he comes in peace. “alright, alright… look we… just wanted to talk to you. ‘that okay?”

your eyes slide over to jj, who’s gazing at you with this desperate plea that makes you soften a little. you cross your arms and nod, and naturally the boys close in on you, shielding you from the rest of the room.

“trust me, okay— the last thing i wanna do is share you with rafe freaking cameron but,” the blonde runs a hand through his hair frustratedly as the cameron rolls his eyes. “you went goddamn… radio silent on us and i was worried, okay? are you seeing the level of concern you caused right now? ‘cus i’m standing next to rafe and my hands aren’t around his neck—”

“yeah like you could reach, buddy.”

“i’m like three inches shorter than you asshole i’on even wanna hear it right now ‘cus—”

“guys.” you interject sulkily, huffing a sigh out your nose.

“sorry, sorry— yes, so uh— to cut this thing short, maybe until you like, make a decision or whatever… we can alternate weeks with you?”

you gaze up at them from beneath your lashes unsurely. “like… you get me this week rafe gets me next week… and so on?”

“yeah i’m not thrilled about this guy gettin’ you at all but i’ll… i’ll take it.” rafe scuffs his shoe on the floor, uncharacteristically bashfully.

you think, and honestly as it was the best case scenario you nod, gaze flickering between the two of them.

“okay… just… want you both. missed you.” you don’t know who to look at, so you cement your stare to your shoes. there’s some shuffling of feet through the tense silence before you feel a pair of fingers gripping your jaw lightly, tilting your head up to them.

“look… why don’t you uh, why don’t you give maybank here a little kiss. alright? i’m— i’m actively showin’ you i’m cool with it.”

even jj’s brows lift in surprise, licking over his rubied lips as he watches you for permission. you let rafe’s hand drag you closer, before bringing your mouth to jj’s, locking lips. rafe’s hand switches to cup the back of your head, supposedly feeling this was the most control he could have in the situation. his eyes flutter in irritation as he watches jj slip you tongue and after a moment he pulls you back, immediately bringing your mouth to his— to kiss you sloppier and dirtier than the blonde.

jj’s eyes roll, licking over his lips once more. “jesus, dude — okay.”

you let out a pleased moan after a moment, just happy to have your favourite boys back with you, this time together — and rafe tugs you back with a smug smirk. you watch his eyes flutter up to the cubicle behind you, before his gaze moves to jj.

“get the door, yeah busboy?” he slaps jj on the back, and with his tongue in his cheek — he pushes the cubicle door open for the three of you to fit inside.

“watch it, douche.” he glares as rafe leads you in. it’s a squeeze, but it’ll do for now. the competitive nature in them both was flared up to ten, set on using this time as a way to prove themselves to you.

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#anon #jj x reader x rafe

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dearsnow · 5 months

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WE’RE BORN AT NIGHT

- in which you hold johnny cade like water, or, christ, you hold him like a knife (you’re worried that your touch brings up unpleasant memories for your boyfriend, but he feels differently. johnny cade x gn!reader, angst -> fluff but still bittersweet bc there’s nothing you can really do but hold him, yes this is based off of who we are by hozier because i am a heathen for the irish man).

word count: 1,022

a/n - my first johnny piece and the first piece that i’ve done in actual months 🥹 this is likely not my comeback though and i’m sorry for that 😭 i will always write and i will probably post most of it, but life has been rocky for me lately and my available free time reflects that. in any case, i hope you enjoy my short return (there will inevitably be more as i work things out), and plsss talk to me about the outsiders and literally anything else because i will most definitely love to hear it.

It’s not often that Johnny Cade comes knocking at your door, despite the fact that he’s been your boyfriend for three months now. He never wants to put you out, he says, but when he shows up with a black eye and hand-shaped bruises on his arm, you usher him inside as quickly as you can.

“What happened?” You murmur, eyes scanning over his injuries.

“Just my old man again.” He hesitates. There’s a sharp edge to his words, like they cut his mouth just to say. “Look, I shouldn’t have come.”

You cut him off, tone brimming with concern. If he doesn’t feel safe with you, with staying at your house when his is dangerous, then you need to try harder to keep his quiet heart intact. “You can always come.”

“I know. I mean, the gang’s all out at a party ‘n I guess I just didn’t know where else to go.” He shifts his stance uncomfortably as you hand him two bags of frozen vegetables. “As much as you say you want me here, I know there are some places where I ain’t welcome.”

You would kill his parents if you could. Fuck, you would send them straight to Hell without a second thought. Anyone that truly knew what was going on in that house would. All you can do, though, is take care of him as well as you’re able to.

“I promise, you’re welcome. More than anyone or anything else. I need you here, when things are rough and when they aren’t. Tell me you’ll come when you can.” You speak.

He looks so beautiful in this light, despite everything. You love him so badly that your heart aches from just the movements of his sad brown eyes. “I will.”

“Good.” You smooth down the collar of his jacket, making careful, delicate movements. You fear that if you go a hair too close, he will shatter like the glass bottles thrown at him. “Let’s go to my room, okay? My parents won’t be home until later. We can get you some rest.”

There’s a small part of Johnny that detests himself for holding you back. You could be doing greater things than pressing a wet rag to his forehead, and yet, you stay. You always stay. No matter how horrible the situation, you stay with a pinky linked around his and a warmth so hopeful he thinks he might implode every time he feels it.

You pull your thick blankets over him, uncaring of his grease and the slightly grungy clothes rubbing against your bedsheets. If he needs you, and god, does he look it, you will always be there.

You’re facing him in bed, hands outstretched to card through his hair, but they don’t make contact. His eyes are lightly closed. You wish you could just touch him, hold his hands between your fingers and warm your feet against his calves. There’s some sort of unbreakable barrier between you when you feel that your every movement could send him spiraling into memories of an unkind fist. And yet, an unconscious twitch sends your leg just a centimeter forward to touch his. If you think real, real hard about it, you might have felt him jolt.

“I’m sorry if I make you uncomfortable, Johnny.” You whisper, shifting your legs so they’re no longer against him. “I’m real sorry. I know sometimes you don’t like that kind of stuff.”

“No.” He starts, opening his eyes. The rasp in his voice makes your heart sting like a bee’s last breath. “I like it, I mean, I think I do.” His gaze turns towards yours again, brimming with a kind of beautiful emotion, and his fingers move towards your sleeve. “It kinda… it tells me a bit that fingers ain’t always gonna ball up in fists and a palm against my cheek don’t have to hurt.” He breathes. You stare at him. He likes it? Lord, he likes it, and you like it, and you will die if you cannot swathe your entire body around him like you’re trying to keep him together. “‘S like you hold me like water, or, I dunno, a knife. Real gentle and secure n’ such.”

You travel the distance between you, tenderly wrapping your arms around his midsection. He pulls you closer, and suddenly, you feel complete.

If he was being honest, Johnny thinks you saved him. His whole life, he chased and chased the peace that evaded him every second of every day. Like a dog, kicked and dark-eyed, he put his nose to the ground and simply smelled the greater things on the horizon. They were out of reach to him, the silence just barely kissing the tip of his head before dancing so far away he couldn’t reach it if he sprinted. But you, God, you gave him everything he could ever want.

When merciful you came waltzing into his life, he thought nothing could ever be quite so horrible again. You have a forgiving hand and a quiet smile, laced with words that tickle his cheeks rather than grinding him into the earth. When he can reach out to you, gripping your warm arm like a lifeline, everything makes sense. He wouldn’t give that up for the world. He drinks in the affection you give him like sand in a bone-dry desert, and the thought that you could ever be worried about how much you love sets his heart ablaze.

“I’m glad.” You whisper. He can feel your breath against his shirt, and it makes him shiver in a pleasant way. “I love you.“

His breath hitches, heart picking up its pace, as he gently buries his warming face into the top of your head. “I love you too. And… and if you’re here, I want to be here forever.”

He squeezes you just a little bit, just enough to let you know that he never wants to let you go.

“Then I’m never leaving.” You smile. He smiles back, and for the first time that night, he thinks that he might be able to do more than just survive.

#solar eclipse.#johnny cade x reader #johnny cade #johnny cade headcanons #the outsiders #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders fandom #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders hcs #fanfic #angst #fluff

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liyawritesss · 4 months

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Hey! If you're requests are open I'd love to read how a meeting between the reader and 1610 Miles at a party would go. Love your writing!

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Characters: Spiderverse!1610!Miles Morales x Black!GN!Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Synopsis: At another one of Rio’s rooftop parties, there’s a new face among the crowd. How would Miles take to meeting a new friend at a party?

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff we all deserve !!

A/N: Still slowly but surely getting back into the swing of things! A lot has been going on recently that has affected my motivation and ability to write, but I’m still here and still very present in all the fandoms i’m in, so don’t be shy to send in those requests!

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I often imagine in these kind of situations, because Miles doesn’t have many friends, he’s often either off to the side somewhere just jamming to the music on his own, or the little cousins are absolutely hounding him for some form of entertainment. There is no in between lol. But for this, lets refer to the formerly mentioned, and say this also takes place after the trilogy fiasco.

Like said previously, he doesn’t have many friends. The friends he does- or, did have, he can’t ever really see again. Maybe he’s got his cousins the talk to, and he of course has Ganke on speed dial, but other than that, Miles definitely feels more alone than ever at these parties.

A new face coming around would be met with a bit of apprehension. He doesn’t know how he should approach you. Should he introduce himself first? Wait til your parent(s) do? Should he offer you something from the food table? Start the conversation about the mix the DJ is playing? You definitely see the thoughts flashing across his face, and it’s only when you’re in front of him that his mind completely halts he lets a strained ‘hi’ come from his lips, a sheepish smile on his face and his heart racing because he probably looks like an idiot right now-

Turns out, you’re the kid of yet another family friend - can never have too many of those am i right? - who’s just as lost as he is, just as nervous and out of touch as he is. Maybe you don’t want to be here, maybe you aren’t sure why you had to come in the first place. But Miles’ first act of kindness to break the awkward silence is to awkwardly shuffle his feet, reach into his pocket to pull out his earbud case, and offer one up to you with a sheepish “do you like rap music?’

You both sit for a minute as you shuffle through his music playlists - he’s kind of nervous cuz he hopes you’re not judging his music taste, but when he sees you bobbing your head to the beat, it gives him some relief. After some time with this, one (or both) of your stomach rumbles and the food table is suddenly calling your name. Miles leads you to it so that he can tell you all that’s laid out. He himself eagerly grabs a small plateful of alcapurrias de Yuca (stuffed Yuca fritters) and tostones (double-fried plantains). He makes a point to point out some foods you may like - there’s a wide array of them, no thanks to his mom and aunties who always make sure the party table is always filled with foods from home.

Remember that scaffolding under the water tower for that building that was shown in the movies? Yeah, he takes you up there. Partially because the music is too loud to hear his own thoughts now, but also because he now sees you as someone cool and potential friend, and wants to get to know you better. Maybe it’s also the looming eyes of his mom that seemingly tell him to at least try and make friends with (especially someone they know, all things considered). And that’s where you guys chill out for the remainder of the party. You share socials, send each other titktoks or instagram reels, and make sure to exchange contact info to keep in touch. I think that throughout all of this, despite the anxiety that always comes with meeting someone new, Miles is forever grateful that he’s gained a new friend, and he definitely can’t wait to hang out with you more!

If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And don’t be shy to send in a request! Reminder, if you aren't tag, Tumblr may not be letting me tag you :c womp womp.

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mrsevans90 · 5 months

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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 5

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller

Warnings: More smutty smut, just add water 😜

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own.

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 4

Our chests continue to heave in search of oxygen as we crumple to the mussed sheets before I hear her voice in the otherwise quiet and dimly lit room.

“I’ve heard the phrase, “eating pussy like a man starved” but fuck that doesn’t begin to describe what you do. I thought that was just meant for fictional book characters.” I chuckle loudly and pull her against me before giving her a small pat on the ass.

“Sugar, there’s a reason my nickname was CC. Captain Cunnilingus at your service ma’am.” I pretend to tip my invisible hat at her.

“Austin Grant Syverson! You cannot be serious. Please tell me you just made that up.” She says sternly but with a shocked smile as she leans up on her elbows. I arch an eyebrow in confusion.

“Nah, darlin’. It was that or Captain BDE. I heard that one from one of my guys which was a little awkward. Also, my middle name isn’t Grant?”

“I didn’t know your middle name so I made one up. That situation called for a full name in order to properly chastise you like a good southern woman should.” She says with sass and I laugh even louder.

“Well, you’re certainly a good southern woman. My middle name is Daniel in case you need to scold me again in the future.” I smirk at her.

“I have a feeling I just might need too, Austin Daniel Syverson. Oh, I like that.” She says while shaking her head at me with a grin.

“You’re not going to tell me yours? I think it’s only fair.” I probe her for information as I intertwine our fingers together. She begins to play with our hands.

“It’s Kathryn. My grandmother’s name. She went by Kate. When I was little everyone called me Emma Kate, mostly at my grandmother’s insistence, but as I got older it just sounded more professional to shorten it to just Emma. In fact, everyone back home with the exception of my parents calls me EmKay. That nickname started with middle school cheerleading and just sorta stuck.”

“Mmm I like that. It fits you. Now EmKay, are you going to get in the bathtub with me?”

She nods enthusiastically and squeals when I lift her off of the bed and haul her into the bathroom to deposit her on the toilet and start filling the bathtub with water.

“Don’t want a UTI to slow us down.” I told her and she looked shocked.

“Um, I am not going to pee in front of you.”

“Darlin’, I just got you to squirt all over my face and drank it up like I was starved, so you said.” I wink at her. “My dick was literally just inside of you and now I’m standing here in front of you as naked as the day I was born. I think we are past all the shyness, aren’t we?” She shrugs but keeps biting at her lip while staring at me.

“Alright, go pee and I’ll be right back.” I tell her with a small laugh and exit the bathroom to give her some privacy. I hear the toilet flush and come back in while she’s washing her hands still naked in front of the mirrors.

“You didn’t tell me I look so crazy. Even more so with all of these hickeys.” She said trying to calm her sex-mussed hair and wipe off the bits of mascara that had ran from her eyes. She pulled a ponytail holder from her wrist and gathered her hair up into a messy bun on top of her head.

“You look perfect. I love the way you look, especially since I did it to you.” I whisper against her exposed neck as I wrap my arms around her waist and appreciate the hickeys that I left on her breasts and tummy. Before she can say anything else I kiss her forehead and throw some bubble bath into the tub.

“I didn’t take you as the type of man who took a lot of bubble baths.” She said with a shy smile.

“I honestly didn’t until I injured my leg. My physical therapist made me start a few years ago to relax the muscles after a strenuous work out or physical therapy session. I always feel like I’m marinating in body juice soup but it does wonders for sore muscles.” I chuckle and turn the faucet off.

“I’ve never thought about the body juice soup thing. It kinda is, isn’t it? Gross.” She giggles as I help her step into the tub. I step in behind her and settle her against my chest.

“Yeah, I would get in right after a workout and then shower immediately after the bath just so I could actually feel clean.”

“Mmm. That sounds good.” She said as she leaned further back against me with her eyes closed either content or exhaustion taking over her features.

“If I had a clawfoot tub like this, I don’t know that I would ever get out of it. My house just has those shower tub combos and I can’t get the water deep enough. It’s not relaxing.” She says and I smile.

“Well, you’re always welcome to use this one darlin’. I can get some candles and music and set you up in here whenever you’d like.”

“Any reason to get me here naked huh? Now you may not get rid of me.” She jokes.

“Good, I wouldn’t want too. You being here naked is my new favorite thing.” I kiss her temple and decide to go for it. I may regret this.

“What have ya got going on this weekend? Wanna stay tonight?” I ask hesitantly while praying to God I don’t have a nightmare in her presence.

“Do you want me too?” She asks genuinely.

“Of course, I do, sugar. I thought that much was obvious. Unless you don’t want too.” I respond. Maybe she’s worried about sleeping next to me.

“I wasn’t sure. I just thought you were really good with aftercare and then were going to send me on my way.” She giggles with a gentle elbow to my side. “I’d love to stay the night! I have nothing planned tomorrow. I need to get some groceries and meal prep for the week on Sunday, since I usually bring lunch from home but I just figured I'd be lazy the rest of the weekend.”

“Good, let’s be lazy together.” I tell her relieved that she didn’t want to leave, but still nervous as hell and questioning if I should have just taken her home on the off chance I do have another nightmare. I was grateful that she couldn’t see my face as I battled an internal war on whether or not this was a bad decision. Emma threads our hands together and begins playing with my fingers. Her hands look so tiny against my own.

“Why are you single?” She asks out of the blue.

“Why are you? I mean I know you had that loser ex, but why didn’t you find someone else after that? Likely have your pick out of anyone.”

“You’re deflecting.” She responds quickly. “And that’s not true. I guess I’m a little damaged after everything happened with Colin. It all only happened about six months ago. I was lucky that my lease was coming up for renewal. Colin and I had talked about looking for a house. He even took me to look at one. I found out a few months later that his mistress lived down the road from the house we looked at. Guess he was looking for an easier commute to her.” She laughs without humor. “Anyway, I guess I just wonder why you haven’t been snatched up already. You’re pretty amazing, and not just in the bedroom.”

“Colin sounds like a real piece of work. Seems like ya dodged a bullet with that one. And I ain’t deflectin’.” I frown. “Similar to what you said, I’m damaged too. Military fucked me up and I got cheated on two times along the way while deployed. They each said they would wait but found something better while waiting. After that, I guess I just realized I didn’t want to feel like I was settlin’ just so I could have someone. It wasn’t fair to either of us. I was gone all of the time and couldn’t be a present partner and they shouldn't have to always be alone wondering whether I'm still alive. Figured I was better off alone where I know what to expect of my life.”

“Austin, I know you spent almost twenty years in the military, but you don’t talk about it a lot.”

I tense slightly and she catches it. “Yeah, I guess it’s just hard to talk about. Don’t need to bring anybody else down with all of the bullshit in my head is all.”

She turns slightly in my arms and looks up at me genuinely. “I won’t ever force you to tell me details about it, but when and if you’re ever ready to talk about it, I’d be happy to listen.” Emma says as she strokes the fur on my jaw.

“Means a lot to me, darlin’.” I say before pulling her in tightly and kissing her forehead.

“Have you ever confided in anyone about it?”

“Eh, there’s a therapist they set me up with at the VA. I have sessions with her every so often.”

“Good. I just don’t want you to bottle things up.” I release a heavy sigh. She’s an intuitive little thing. Bottling things up and pushing them down are my M.O. I just nod at her.

Signaling that she was not going to push the conversation, Emma leaned back further against me as I feel her body relax against mine.

“Sugar, there is one thing you should probably know.” She leans up slightly and looks for me to continue.

“Every once in a while, I have nightmares, ya’ know, PTSD stuff from war. Usually, I wake myself up and it’s no big deal but, in the past, there have been a few times where I’ve had active flashbacks that are hard to wake up from. I haven’t had one in several months but I just thought you should know before we go to sleep tonight. It would just absolutely kill me if I scared you.”

“Should I try to wake you if that happens?”

“No, just uh, fuck.” I wipe my hand over my face in frustration. She’s probably already thinking about how to get the hell out of here. “Just uh, stay back from me and talk to me like I’m still active army. Explain that there is not a threat and the others are reporting back to base to reconvene and let Aika in if she’s not in the bedroom. She’ll help.” Emma begins to nod before I speak again.

“I’m sorry, I’ve probably freaked you out. I can take you back to yours. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I uh, I’m a little fucked up.” I look down at my fist as I clutch it tighter in frustration. Emma quickly turns around in the tub, sloshing the water around, and straddles my lap as she puts one arm on my shoulder and the other on my cheek. She stares into my eyes like she’s reaching straight into my soul. I am fighting the urge to run, and get away from her scrutiny but I remain in place.

“Baby, shh.” She says and I realize my whole body is tensed up.

“Relax, and take a breath. I’m not afraid or uncomfortable. I’m actually relieved you felt comfortable telling me. If you have a flashback, I’ll do my best to talk you through it calmly and get Aika." She shrugs as if we are talking about something mundane like what we are going to get from the store. "I can do that, okay?”

My jaw is aching from how tightly I am clenching it before Emma guides my head against her chest using her breasts almost like a pillow. I listen to her steady heartbeat and my head is gently guided up and down by her calm breathing. God, she’s a breath of fresh air. This is the definition of a safe space. A happy memory to refer to when panicking. I should make a mental note to bookmark this moment as my future safe space. Here naked in the bathtub, our hot skin crushed together as my cheek presses against the chest of the most amazing woman after the first time we were intimate. Definitely my happy place.

“Please don’t overthink this. I want to be here with you.” She says softly and I notice that my whole body has finally relaxed against her. Her nails are barely running across the skin of my scalp through my buzzcut as she has me cradled to her chest. I close my eyes as I release my clenched fists and begin to softly stroke up and down her back. I clear my throat slightly as I’ve choked up from my emotions a bit.

“Alright, thank you.”

“No need to thank me. Thank you for letting me stay.” She says and kisses me tenderly.

“Now, I don’t know about you, but I have been thoroughly fucked to the point of exhaustion and our body juice soup is starting to get cold.” She teases.

“Thoroughly fucked to the point of exhaustion?” I smirk at her. How did she manage to pull me out of a funk like that so easily? She's incredible.

“As if you weren’t well aware of that fact, you cocky little shit!” She giggles.

“Ain’t nothing little about me, Sugar.” I smirk while swatting her behind.

“That’s for damn sure.” She whispers before climbing off of me. I’m already hard as a rock again from having her straddling me while talking about how fucked out she is.

She smiles and shamelessly stands above me with water droplets trail down her skin before she steps out of the tub and walks over to the shower and turns it on. I pull the drain on the tub and follow her like a lost puppy. I step in the shower cubicle where she’s waiting on the water to warm and scoop her up and place us both under the freezing water.

“Oh fuck, Austin! That’s freezing!” She screams and playfully smacks at my arms around her.

“Let me warm you up again, darlin’.” I grunt before pulling her into a consuming and carnal kiss.

The water begins to warm against our bodies and steam quickly fogs the glass walls. Emma’s hands are roaming all over my body as my own are grabbing the meat of her ass and pulling her closer to me. To my surprise, Emma pushes for me to sit on the shower bench and straddles my thighs with a filthy kiss.

“Mmm, you’re such a man, Austin.” She says between sloppy kisses.

“Thank you?” I pull back with a quizzical stare. “My dick helps me with that.” I joke.

Emma rolls her eyes. “I just mean you’re so large, muscular, and hairy. It’s a huge turn on for me. You’re like a bear.”

“Whatever gets ya’ going, Sugar. I knew you liked animals a lot but I didn’t know bears turned you on.” I chuckle as my hands rest on the globes of her ass.

“Oh shut up!” She laughs with a touch of exasperation. “You’re fucking sexy and I’m certain that I’m not the first to tell you that. Otherwise you wouldn’t be so cocky and sure of yourself.” She says.

“It’s confidence not cockiness, sweetheart. I’ve got plenty of cock though.” I point to my hard member standing at attention between us with a smug grin and she tilts her head back tiresomely while shaking her head at my corny joke.

“Lucky for me, I found an intelligent, beautiful, and incredibly perfect woman that fits on top of it like it was made for her.”

“Should I be jealous? You got yourself a mistress already?” She says with an eyebrow arched and I quickly smack her ass check which causes her to grind up against my bulge.

“Woman! You better stop with that shit. You know I’m talking about you.”

She smiles and leans forward to kiss me. Our tongues fight for dominance before Emma reaches down and fists my cock before lifting herself up and pressing me to her entrance. I stop her as my hands tighten on her waist, causing her to scoot back a bit.

“Condom?” I ask praying it doesn’t ruin the mood.

“I got tested after I broke up with Colin and I haven’t been with anyone sense. I’m on the pill. I’m good with it if you are.”

“I’m clean too. Got tested at my physical about eight months ago and haven’t been with anyone sense.” I tell her before kissing her enthusiastically.

“I want to really feel you.” I breathe against her lips. She looks down and lifts herself up again, angling my cock toward her once more.

“You sure?” I ask her and she nods before slowly gliding down on me and I feel my nuts draw tight to my body. God, she feels like silk. I hear her shaky inhale as she slides all the way flush onto me.

“Jesus, babygirl. You’re going to unman me. You feel too fucking good. So soft and warm and wet” I say as I struggle to keep my cool. She fits so tightly around me that just the slight movement of our breathing makes me want to moan in pleasure.

“Not possible.” She giggles as I take a deep breath. “You’re not a man, you’re a bear.”

“That so? Huh, guess that makes you my little goldilocks.” I grunt and she giggles louder and I reach to hold her still so I don't cum too quickly. She's squeezing me like a fuckin' vice.

“Mmmm and I found the cock that fits jusssssttt right.” She replies and I laugh brasher than I had meant too but she was just so fucking cute.

“Yeah, you were made for me. Not just your pussy, all of you.” I say breathlessly when she lifts herself up slowly before slamming back down against me.

“You gonna fill me up, Bear? Drip out of me?” She asks seductively and I groan in pleasure.

“You better believe it. Ya want my cum inside of ya, Goldi?” I growl. She giggles and nods enthusiastically and before she can respond I grab the back of her head and slot my tongue into her mouth again.

I grab the little crevice under each of Emma’s ass cheeks and help her lift herself up and down on top of me. It’s insanely sexy to watch her take control of her own pleasure. She releases little breathless pants and moans that I don’t think she’s even aware of as she works herself on my cock. Her tits bounce and jiggle with each motion and I quickly begin sucking on them and rubbing my beard across them as I spread kisses across her chest. I’m jolted from my ecstasy when I hear her whine.

“Damn cowgirl. You ride real good.” I grunt as I take in her form after she flips her partially damp hair over to one side of her and arches her back slightly with each descent.

“Yes, talk to me baby.” Emma whimpers.

“Mmm, you want me to talk dirty to you? Tell you how fucking beautiful you look ridin’ me? Tell you how much I love these perfect tits in my face. How I’m going to think of this moment when you’re not here the next time I stroke my cock?”

“mmmhmm, keep going. I’m so close.” She whines.

“God, baby. You look and feel so good. I can’t stop thinking about how your sweet little peach is dripping your delicious honey down my balls as they slap against your ass. Never tasted a peach more perfect than yours. Wanna wake you in the morning licking that peach and keep it on my beard so I can taste you throughout the day.” She clenches down on me so hard, I know I’ve got her there.

Emma’s orgasm explodes through her body and I wrap my arm across her back to keep her upright as she trembles in bliss. I keep pumping into her from underneath to help her ride out her climax before I lift her up and place her on her feet. I press her against the glass shower wall and she chirps at the cold glass against her overheated body. I spread her ass cheeks wide as I arch her back before I slide back into her. As soon as I slide in, Emma moans so deliciously that my pace falters as I am tempted to cum.

“Fuck, sugar. Noises like that and a view like this,” I stare down and watch myself slide in and out of her, my cock shining with her slick, “gonna make me blow my load sooner than I wanted too.” I admit. I knead my hands into the globes of her perfectly round ass and then gently smack each cheek to watch it jiggle. I’m tempted to press on her little ring of muscle, but don’t know how she’d react so I don’t. I quickly realize that I’m pretty close and I want her to have another before I let go. I reach down and find her clit with my fingers and start stimulating her.

“Sugar, I need one more.”

“I c…can’t, Sy. Too tired.” She murmurs.

“One more, angel. I need to feel you explode around me while I pump my cum deep inside ya. You can do it. C’mon.” I encourage her and she’s moaning no longer caring about the volume of her voice. It’s erotic as hell.

My finger continues to stimulate her clit before I slightly pinch it and am rewarded with a loud whine as Emma clenches down on me and begins to quiver uncontrollably.

“Oh, fuckkkkkkkk, Austinnnnn.” She screams and her body goes completely limp against the glass wall as I quickly hold her up with one arm around her waist. I slam into her repeatedly as I feel my climax approaching and then I release my cum into her tight channel.

“Shittttt!” I grunt as I keep pumping my cum deeper inside of her and it feels like my orgasm continues longer than normal as I fill up her snug pussy.

While still connected, I lift her slightly and sit back down on the bench in the shower. I knew what I was doing when I installed this thing. Emma’s body is completely limp as she’s laid back on my lap with her back against my chest. Her head is tucked under my chin and her hands lay limply against my arm.

“Are you intending on making me unable to walk or stand, baby?”

“Nah sugar, just a happy coincidence.” I tell her. I gently slide out of her and hear her wince from the loss. I set her on the bench and angle the water towards her to keep her warm while I get some body wash and begin washing her off. Even though my old injured leg protests greatly, I kneel down and begin washing her legs. When I lift her right leg, I see my cum dripping from her core and damn, did it look good. Emma smirked at me as I went to wash her there and then slid the washcloth up over her stomach and to her breasts.

“Gotta make sure I clean you up after I make you dirty.” I grin as I waggle my eyebrows at her.

She chuckles, “Oh and my boobs are extra dirty?”

“Mmmhmm. Are you trying to imply something?” I ask with fake offense.

“Nope, now get up. It’s my turn.” I stand and help her up off the bench. Emma’s legs shake a bit and I hold back a chuckle so she doesn’t see. Ole’ Sy’s still got it.

Emma lathers up the soap and then begins to wash me. I can tell that she’s tired and not intending on doing so seductively, but she just radiates this aura that makes me want to fuck her seven ways to Sunday. Focus Sy, she’s absolutely shattered and certainly sore. Plus, you ain’t in your twenties anymore, I scold myself.

After Emma washes me, we rinse off and I wrap her up in a large fluffy towel. We both dry off, and I get out a new toothbrush that I have in a cabinet and we silently brush our teeth. I lead Emma back into the bedroom and pull the covers back so she can slide in. I take her towel and hang it up and run out to the living room and check on both dogs who are sleeping soundly in their beds. I grab a bottle of water for the both of us before I climb in bed next to her. I open my arms and she immediately shuffles into them where she rests her head against my chest. I’m a bit nervous about sleeping next to her and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest but am hoping she doesn’t notice. I haven’t slept next to a woman all night in probably ten years, and I certainly haven’t after all of my PTSD episodes.

We lay there in the dark room for a moment and I wonder if she’s fallen asleep before she lifts her head and I see her eyes looking for mine.

“I know you are worried, but I just need you to know that I have never ever felt safer in my life than right here in your arms. Everything will be okay.” I exhale a breath of relief before I place a chaste kiss to her lips.

“G’night, sugar.”

“Night, bear.” I smile at her response and feel her snuggle into me as my eyelids get heavier. A few moments pass and I hear her deep, even breathing. I take a deep breath and allow myself to drift off to sleep much easier than I had anticipated.

Part 6

Author's Note:

I have absolutely NOTHING written yet for part 6, but tomorrow morning we are going to adopt a new little puppy named Dug to be a part of our family after our elderly dog died a few months back. That being said, I'll be very busy with the new pup, my kids, and Christmas approaching so I beg you to be patient with me about getting the next part out. I only want to post when I consider it my best so it may take a few days. I hope you all are having a fantastic weekend! ❤️

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lilyginnyblackv2 · 1 year

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The small details that make this episode work: SPOILERS!

1. Miss Anna is shown to be on her own looking after a lot of kids:

This highlights a real-world problem in Japan, which is the extreme worker shortage and high turnover rate of daycare workers in Japan right now. I’ll link to a Japan Times article that goes into more details about this.

2. Rei notes how huge this zoo is in the very next scene:

3. The areas the kids are shown traversing on their own and shouting for help in aren’t heavily populated areas of the zoo. Compare this scene where Rei and Kazuki are to the kids:

Kazuki is also screaming and shouting nonsensical things, so it stops people and catches their attention. Meanwhile, the areas the kids are in have very few people:

The kids are calling out for their teacher and others here. Yes, there is a woman with her child there, but could that woman be completely zoned out at the moment? Absolutely. Her kid is the only one that notices Kazuki crawling on the ground in the next scene, after all. She could be scrolling on her smartphone for all we know too.

4. When they do reach an area with slightly more people around, and call out, these people are eating lunch with their kids. Their focus is on their own children. And only Miri’s “Miss Anna!” shout is said loudly once. Taiga kinda mumbles out a “Where could she be?” But that’s it.

And, I do think that Buddy Daddies has been highlighting the lack of attention and care a lot of people in big cities, especially, tend to give towards others. Even children. And how, in Japan, the desire to not cause disturbance or conflict, can also lead to people not interfering in situations, even when they should.

But even here in the States or other parts of the world, how many times have people heard kids playing or shouting very loudly, and it was paid no mind, because the assumption is that kids are playing or the person they are looking for is just around the corner? You hear about situations like that happening all the time in missing children’s cases and the like.

It really requires the shouting or the scene/actions to be really loud or really odd (Kazuki being up a grown man up a tree shouting) to cause others to stop and stare, sadly.

5. Finally, when this lowlife does attack them, there is literally no one around (except Kazuki and Rei). They moved to a more secluded area nearer to the trees (rather than staying in the more crowded area by the benches). His attack is also meant to be ridiculous, because it highlights an actual, lowlife “delinquent” (a grown man who would steal food from a literal child), to contrast with Kazuki’s imagined delinquent Miri.

And, this part may be a bit of a stretch, but I do find it rather interesting that the episode started with this discussion:

An older man saying “Parents these days are too lenient with their children when they’re young!” But yet, it is these older men that likely had stricter or less lenient upbringings that are shown behaving poorly. Yet, it is a more lenient approach (Miri with Taiga) that shows good results.

(Also, sidenote, in both this news story and in this episode’s B-plot, the adult exhibiting harmful behavior are both grown men - so the issue is less “they don’t know right from wrong,” as the man on the news says kids these days need stricter understandings of that, and more “they’ve never been taught accountability for their actions,” which is a different thing and is a very gendered issue, especially in Japan, though also around the world to varying degrees. Since Taiga was exhibiting a lot of the usual “boys will be boys” behavior, but Miri holds him accountable for his actions, like below).

As for Miss Anna, we don’t really see her side of things. But I’d imagine that she did the best she could to locate them/some form of security to help her find our lost gang, while also making sure no other kids took off, and keep things “on schedule” enough to keep the others calm and not cause panic. She was likely super stressed out and juggling a million different things at once. With her situation and them getting lost highlighting the understaffing issue with daycare workers and also the continued societal issue of lack of community and helping others, especially in regards to childcare.

Do a lot of these things also just help to tell the story that they need to? Yes, but at the same time, I feel they set everything up in a way that I could believe something like this could happen. Maybe it’s also because I can remember being a kid lost in the grocery store when others were around, and no one stopping despite distress being visible on my face and me calling for my mom. That definitely happened once when I was younger. So this happening to a small group of kids in a huge zoo in the city? Definitely plausible.

I also just think they tied this episode and its themes nicely together. And I wrote this post because one reactor was basically like, “If that was my kid’s teacher, she wouldn’t be my kid’s teacher anymore.” “If I was her, I’d cause a scene until the police came to me and helped fix the situation” and other sorts of Miss Anna slander, and I wasn’t here for it.

(Also, that approach would have been awful. She is in charge of a bunch of other kids too. She can’t just cause a scene until cops or security or whatever came to help. That would have caused the bunch of other children she had to care and look out for to freak out and it would have made the situation 1,000x worse. Especially since she seemed to be doing this whole trip on her own).

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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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The Washington Tales

Request from anon: Could you perhaps write something about how the reader is Spencer’s kid and they don’t like how he always gets up and goes on cases and they’re stuck alone or with a babysitter so they try to make a point by running away and Spencer has to rush home?

Spencer Reid x teen!reader

Summary: Spencer's busy schedule leaves you feeling lonely. You run away, finding company in an old friend.

A/N: Alright if I'm gonna write Spencer I'm writing full on super-nerd-dad Spencer. We all know that this man is a total dork and i'm running with it. Only real ones will understand the title reference.

CW: reader feeling lonely, running away, nerd level is through the roof.

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Spencer heard his phone ringing insistently behind him. He had already let it go to voicemail twice and the sound of the plastic against the table was beginning to interrupt his concentration. He turned away from the evidence board and moved towards the table to see who needed him so desperately while he was working.

“You better have not given my number out again, Morgan,” Reid said, recalling their past prank war.

“I never use the same prank twice, pretty boy,” Morgan said, not looking up from his files.

When Spencer saw that the number was your school he automatically became concerned. Your teachers were worried that you were beginning to fall behind on your assignments. They wanted to set up a parent conference with him, but the team had been so loaded with cases he simply didn’t have the time. He didn’t even have time for this phone call if he was being honest, but he picked it up anyway.

“Hello, you’ve reached Dr. Spencer Reid from the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit,” he said, still in professional mode instead of dad mode from working on the case for so long.

“Dr. Reid,” the lady on the phone started. “We’re calling because your child, (Y/N) Reid, never showed up for school this morning.”

“Pardon?” Spencer said.

“They’re absent from school today,” the lady told him.

“Okay, thank you.” He hung up the phone and went to dial Garcia.

“What is it?” Morgan asked.

“(Y/N) didn’t go to school this morning,” Spencer told him. Morgan gave him a sympathetic look.

“You’ve reached the FBI’s office of supreme genius, how may I serve you today?” Garcia answered.

“Garcia, can you track (Y/N)’s phone. They didn’t show up to school today,” he said.

“Sure thing… annnddddd they’re at your apartment.”

Spencer sighed. “Thanks, Garcia.” As soon as he hung up he called you, but you didn’t answer. He tried again, just for good measure, but he didn’t bother leaving a voicemail. There was a real possibility that you hadn't charged your phone- another bad habit you had fallen into recently. Instead, he texted the babysitter- you were old enough that you didn’t need one, but he hired a nice lady to check on you in the evenings just to make sure you were okay. He let her know the situation and to tell you to call him when she saw you that night.

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When Spencer’s phone rang again he was still looking at the evidence board, trying to piece together the case. He averted his view from the crime scene photos to answer the call.

“Dr. Reid,” the babysitter sounded panicked and upset. “Dr. Reid, they’re gone.”

“Wait, slow down,” Spencer said as calmly as possible. “What happened?”

Now it sounded like the babysitter was close to tears. “I came into the apartment to check on (Y/N) and they aren’t here! They just left a note that says “Farewell, I am gone.” signed with their initials. Dr. Reid, I’m so sorry.”

Spencer felt a strange feeling bubble in his gut- a note could mean a million things. “It’s not your fault,” he told the babysitter. “But I need you to send me a picture of the note, okay? As clear as you can possibly get it.”

“Oh-okay.” She sniffled and Spencer heard rustling on the other end of the line before receiving the picture.

“Thank you,” he told her. “Don’t worry about it. Go home and get some rest.” He hung up before she could reply.

He didn’t want to tell the babysitter that a note usually meant one of two things- either you’d been kidnapped and coerced into writing something to make it seem as if you had run away, or you had actually run away. And it didn’t take an expert in handwriting analysis to see that the note you had left was freely written.

“Damn it.” He wanted to say some other words as well, but Hotch had just walked into the room.

“What is it, Reid?” he asked.

“(Y/N) ran away.” Spencer looked desperately between his phone and the evidence board. Now, instead of his brain being too preoccupied with work all he could feel was worry. Anything could have happened to you and you had obviously been gone since this morning, but there was a chance that you had fled after the babysitter left you alone the previous night. You could have been anywhere.

“Go home,” Hotch told him. He tossed him the keys to one of the SUVs. “It’s about a seven hour drive back to Virginia. Get Garcia to help you.”

Reid thanked his boss and got into the car. He had never been one to speed, much less speed and talk on the phone at the same time, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Garcia looked through everything- people you could have called, public transportation you might have taken, even going as far as to hack into the security cameras at your favorite bookstore- but the only trace you had left was that you had pulled some money from an ATM.

Spencer drove straight to the apartment and looked around for any clues you may have left about where you were going, but there was nothing except the note. You hadn’t packed a bag and the amount of money you had wasn’t enough to sustain you for very long. You couldn’t have gone far. It wasn’t like his mom could take care of you and surely if you had showed up at one of your friend’s houses their parents would have called him. His brain was working at a million miles an hour, trying to think of where you could have possibly gone.

“Reid,” Garcia said, sympathetically, “I know I’m not a parent and I’m not a profiler, but have you ever stopped to think about why (Y/N) ran away?”

“I-” He paused, thinking about your behavior in the past few months. It wasn’t just the trouble at school- it was also not wanting to watch TV with him when he was home or even making dinner for yourself and not waiting until he got home to eat together. The team had been so busy that he had pulled away… and you had pulled away from him too. “I’ll call you back, Garcia.”

Spencer ran out of the apartment and back down to the car. He knew where you had gone. It was where he would have gone too.

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You weren’t sure if there was a place you loved more than the Library of Congress. The building itself was glorious; looking as though someone had carved it all out of one massive slab of stone. The columns stretched tall and strong, supporting arches painted like tiles. Grand floors were patterned with shapes that fit together like a mosaic.

But it was the soul of the building that you really loved- being surrounded by hundreds of thousands of books that each had something to teach or a story to tell. You remembered coming there with your dad when you were younger and him telling you that as long as you had a good book in your hand you would never be alone. So of course when you felt most alone you went somewhere full of things that couldn’t possibly make you feel lonely- but the your heart still felt as empty as the apartment. At the moment, your only friend was fiction.

“Oh, (Y/N) dear, we’re closed!” One of the librarians rushed up to you. She had known you since Spencer began taking you there as a baby. She had watched your taste in literature change from picture books all the way to helping you find a copy of a research paper you had wanted to write about for school.

You looked down a bit sadly. “I know visiting hours are up, but can I stay just a bit longer? My dad is away on a case again and I could use some company.”

The librarian smiled at you, the lines in her face far more prominent than they had been when you were little. “Of course. As long as you put your favorite friend away when you’re done.” She winked at you behind wire framed glasses and walked in the opposite direction.

The library was large enough to get lost in, but you knew where you were going like the back of your hand- It was the same book that you pulled out every time your dad was away. Not wanting to go all the way to the reading room, you sat down on the floor before carefully flipping through the book’s pages and beginning to read through something you so badly wished was being read to you instead.

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Footsteps echoed through the library, coming slowly up behind you. You expected it to be a security guard, telling you that it was time for the library to rest for the night, so you nearly jumped out of your skin when the echoing stopped and you heard your dad’s voice.

“Love will not be constrain'd by mastery. When mast'ry comes, the god of love anon/Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free.”

You turned to look at your dad. He was still wearing his work attire, his hair a tangled mess of brown curls, but even in the dim light of the library you could see the small smile on his face.

You scowled. “Though there was nowhere one so busy as he/ He was less busy than he seemed to be,” you retored and went back to your reading.

You heard Spencer sigh before walking up and taking a seat beside you. “I’m not busy now.”

“It’s a bit late for that, dad.” You didn’t take your eyes off the pages, but you were no longer reading the words, tears building up in your eyes.

Spencer gently pulled the book from your hands and closed it. “You know,” he started. “When you were little, Garcia bought you a box set of Dr. Seuss books. I thought you would be so excited to see all the fun pictures and colors, but every time you were given a choice, you always asked me to read you this.” He held up the book- The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer. "Please tell me what's going on," he said quietly.

You turned away, not wanting your dad to see that you were crying. “I miss you, dad. You’re never around anymore and I get really lonely without you.”

“(Y/N),” he cooed, “why didn’t you say anything?”

You shrugged a little helplessly. “You catch criminals and save people. I can’t just ask you to stay home because I’m sad you’re gone.” It came out a bit sarcastic, but the tears were still real.

Spencer took a handkerchief from his pocket and softly dried your eyes before offering the book back to you. “Page 549, paragraph 2, last sentence.”

You carefully took the book from his hands and turned to the page, tracing your finger down to the location he had told you. As you read the line in your head, your dad said it outloud:

“Amour vincit omnia: Love conquers all.”

#criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x daughter!reader #spencer reid x child!reader #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x teen!reader #criminal minds x daughter!reader #criminal minds x child!reader

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writing-with-rania · 2 years

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I have a really cute request, Bakugou from Bnha with a little sibling reader. They weren't able to get a babysitter and Bakugou bring his little sibling to school, the reader is the complete opposite of him though.

pairing: bakugo x gn!sibling!reader

fandom: boku no hero academia

word count: 1,196

tw: none! completely platonic and wholesome fluff. some swearing from bakugo a few times but that comes with the territory lol

‘Can’t we just hire that old fucking neighbour?!’

‘She’s too old for [Y/N], you know this.’ Mitsuki snaps, snapping on the box lid. ‘They’ll get bored if they have to sit in her living room all day.’

‘The place smells like shit too.’

‘Katsuki!’ This time she does hit him.

‘It’s just one day. All you have to do is keep them busy for a while, and they’ll find a way to occupy themselves for the rest of your classes.’

‘Aren’t you so pretty, hun?’ Mitsuki coos at - arguably - her favourite child. ‘Guess what?’

[Y/N] mumbles something around a mouthful of a soft pretzel. Where’d they even get it from?

‘You’re going to school with Katsuki today!’

‘Really?’ [Y/N] attaches themself to his leg, bouncing up and down to make sure they’ve heard Mitsuki just right.

She glares at him when [Y/N] looks away.

‘Yeah, yeah, whatever.’

* *

However, no one was expecting for him to parade into the class an hour later with a six year old sitting on his shoulders, because (as he said) “they didn’t want to use their damn legs”.

‘Bakubro,’ Kaminari is already laughing his ass off in the back corner. ‘Ya got a hitchhiker there.’

‘You don’t make a damn noise, and no questions, and no playing around, you sit down and shut up.’

Did [Y/N] listen? Nope. Not really.

Mitsuki would skin him alive if he even thought about swearing properly in the same room as her “precious angel”.

‘But why?’

‘’Cause it’s annoying.’

(Aizawa does frame it later, like a dad of course.)

(Katsuki does call his teacher roadkill exactly three times after that.)

* *

‘Kat, can I come to school with you everyday?’

He can’t help but wonder what kind of hero [Y/N] will be. What would their quirk be?

Oh, Mitsuki would kick his ass if he even thought about surpassing his own sibling.

He smirks at the thought. His sibling would be the best hero at U.A, not like those fucking extras.

‘Yeah, whatever.’

i really enjoyed writing this!

let me know if you want to request anything, and i'll try my best to get to them as quickly as possible.

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tgammsideblog · 10 months

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Libby and absent parenting

One of the most recent episodes from Season 2 ¨Like Father, Like Libby¨ explored Libby’s relationship with her father, Matias, who hasn’t seen Libby for years because ¨he has been too busy travelling to write his novel¨. Of course, it is easy to realize that this isn’t the case: Matias is an absent father and he isn’t interested in being involved in his daughter’s life. The theme of this episode is exploring Libby’s ilusion to see her father again and wishing to spend time with him, something that eventually is shattered when her expectations don’t meet with reality.

Matias is never mentioned in Season 1 by neither Libby nor Leah, Libby’s mother. When Libby talked about the people that were important to her Bat Mitzvah (Episode-Mazel Tov, Libby!), Libby never mentioned Matias once, only Leah and Molly. This already hinted how absent he was in Libby’s life, to the point he was never brought up to Molly nor Scratch.

At the start of the episode when Libby gets her Bat Mitzvah gift months after the celebration, one can tell that there are some red flags: The gift was sent several months after Libby’s Bat Mitzvah, the price of the gift is only one dollar and the plush isn’t even something a turtle, it is a frog. Molly quickly realizes that something is off from this gift but keeps it to herself since Libby is very happy to learn that Matias wants to meet her in person after years of not seeing her. Molly doesn’t know enough about Libby’s father neither to give a full opinion on him because it is something that she doesn’t ask Libby about. She still brings up to Libby that she can talk about Matias anytime, without pressuring to explain her situation and respecting her privacy.

Libby shows Leah the letter she received from her father. Leah’s very hesitant in doing such a long trip to see Matias. However, she sees that Libby is very excited about the idea of seeing him again, so, Leah decides to support Libby by taking her to the place she is supposed to meet with Matias.

Throughout the episode we see Leah’s struggle between supporting her daughter and trying to be honest with her about how Matias doesn’t really care about her. She doesn’t want to fully break Libby’s illusion since she knows that this is important for her but, at the same time, she warns Libby about not raising her expectations too high and explaining that Matias isn’t that good as she think she is.

Despite of her dislike for Matias, Leah is very considerate in not making Libby hate him. She understands that Libby is entitled to see her father and trying to reconnect with him, even he doesn’t feel the same way about Libby. Lea still warns her a few times, for her to get that maybe things aren’t going to turn out the way she wants and reassures her that she is there for her.

What is so devastating about this episode is how Libby acts very accurately like a kid with absent parent/s would. She makes up excuses why Matias hasn’t seen her all these years- he is too busy writing his novel. She genuinely wants to believe that he cares about her and, that once she meets him again, they are going to spend time together and he is going to be involved in her life. It’s a very sad situation to see, because Libby still doesn’t come to terms with the type of parent that Matias is. She wants to believe that he has changed or that he is only busy. She has a whole song sequence imagining all the things that they are both going to do together. She thinks that her parents are going to get back together.

However... there is a part of her that tells her that Matias doesn’t care about her and he is ¨gone¨. This means that she is partially aware of her father’s behaviour but, like any kid who has neglectful parents, she wants to believe that this isn’t true, that Matias is a ¨good father¨.

Libby’s abandonment issues and the overall impact of having an absent father being explored in this episode puts some scenes from previous episodes in context. The biggest example of this is ¨Friend-Off¨ where we see Scratch and Libby’s competing over who is Molly’s ¨Best Friend¨. While Libby’s insecurities in ¨Friend-Off¨ could come from her lacking friends before meeting Molly, knowing that she has a negletful father puts her animosity and treatment towards Scratch during the episode in perspective. She is scared of losing Molly as a friend or not being good enough for her. There are moments she thinks that the curse Molly and Scratch shared made their bond closer than her with Molly.

Back to ¨Like Father, Like Libby¨, when Libby finally meets Matias, she is very happy to see him again but it doesn’t take her less than a minute to notice that he isn’t paying attention to her. She shows to him a book she wrote, something that she mentioned in multiple letters she send to him. Matias doesn’t seem to be aware of this, implying he didn’t read those said letters. He only takes a photo with Libby’s book to make himself look like a good father in social media.

Libby talks to him about all the things that they are going to do now that they are together only to be interrupted by Matias telling her that he is going to be ¨too busy¨ writing his book trilogy. This is the moment Libby’s illusion crashes and she is forced to face the fact that her father doesn’t care about her and doesn’t want to spend time with her. She quickly runs and gets into the car, crying by realizing that Matias doesn’t want to stick around.

Leah comforts Libby by telling her that she is her ¨miracle¨ and Libby thanks her mother for always being there for her. The two return home, with Libby knowing that Matias isn’t worth of her attention and she should focus instead in that people that actually care about her. She gains a lot of appreciation for Leah as well, considering how she took her time to drive two states for Libby to see Matias and how caring and supportive she is.

¨Like Father, Like Libby¨ is an episode that showed up a new side of Libby and her family. It gave more dimension to Leah who, as a single mother, had to raise Libby on her own. It also shows a good potrayal of a teen finally realizing what type of person their parent is and them having to deal with that.

#The Ghost And Molly McGee #tgamm #libby stein-torres #leah stein-torres #matias torres tgamm #Like father like libby #tgamm analysis #character analysis

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ShikaNaru 2

TW: Mention of Mpreg by Jutsu, No Omegaverse, Accidental Pregnancy

Shikamaru closed the door behind himself and sighed. He wasn’t looking forward to what he had to do next. He had gotten back from Takigakure a few hours ago and had spent some more at the Hokage’s Tower. He was exhausted, mentally and physically. But he couldn’t risk his father running into Kakashi-Sama before he got a chance to talk to his parents.

He took off his shoes and left the genkan. He walked to the living room where he found his parents sharing some tea over a game of go.

“Welcome back,” his father said.

He was smiling. They both were. Shikamaru couldn’t help but wonder how long it’ll last. He had truly no idea how they were going to react to what he had to say. He had barely managed to wrap his head around it.

Shikamaru shook himself a moment later, vaguely aware his mother had been calling his name.

“Are you alright?” Yoshino asked.

She was frowning. Not a good start.

“Uh, troublesome,” Shikamaru mumbled. He shook his head again before he looked back up at his parents, squaring his shoulders despite his better judgment. “I need to tell you something.”

Yoshino opened her mouth but was promptly interrupted by the doorbell. They exchanged a look and Shikaku got up to answer the door.

“Sensei?” Shikaku started.

“Where is he?!”

Oh, Sage. Shikamaru knew that voice and he had hoped he would get more time before he had to deal with its owner — or that he would manage to avoid him until he finally calmed down.

“Nara Shikamaru!”

Shikamaru stood frozen on his spot as Iruka-Sensei walked into the Naras’ living room. He looked just as furious as he sounded and Shikamaru was no fool: sure the man was only a chunin but there was a reason Hokages kept him close — well, in Kakashi’s case, more than one, but it wasn’t the topic at hand.

“You! I can’t believe you let this happen!” Iruka exclaimed.

His old sensei marched forward until his accusing finger touched Shikamaru’s chest. He didn’t move. He couldn’t. He just stood there looking — ironically — like a deer caught in a fire jutsu.

“What were you thinking?!” Iruka continued. “I expected something like this from him but you were with him! You were supposed to make sure nothing of the sort happened! He could have had a bad reaction! He still could! He — He could die! He could die! For Sage's sake, Shikamaru, aren’t you supposed to be a genius?!”

Iruka was out of breath by the time he finished his tirade while Shikamaru had forgotten to breathe altogether. He knew all this. He knew Iruka was right. He knew Kakashi had chosen him to make sure nothing would happen to Naruto. To make sure he wouldn’t do anything stupid…

Shikamaru had been terrified when he first realized what had happened. Oh, they had figured out the High Priestess’s secret alright. Mission accomplished.

Naruto had freaked out for all but two seconds before moving on and finding some bright side to the situation like only Naruto could. Not that his joy hadn’t been contagious in the end but Shikamaru wasn’t as stupid as the whole thing made him look. He had thought of all the ways this could go wrong. He had barely slept since it happened, monitoring Naruto and —

Iruka sighed and seemed to deflate in front of him.

“Please tell me he is at least not alone in this?” he asked.

“Of course not,” Shikamaru said.

He frowned, standing straighter. Determination and whatever else Iruka could read on his face had him taking a step back.

“Good, good.”

They both sighed again. Then…

“Can we know what this is about?” Shikaku asked.

He was standing a few feet away by the kitchen island with Yoshino.

“Uh, they don’t know?” Iruka said.

Shikamaru shook his head.

“I sent Naruto home and wrote our report myself, I just got here,” he answered.

“Oh.”

Yes, oh.

“Troublesome,” Shikamaru repeated. He took a deep breath and turned to his parents. “Naruto’s pregnant.”

His parents looked at him as if he had grown a second head. He couldn’t blame them. Sure they had seen a lot during the last few years but no male pregnancy — as far as he knew at least. He wasn’t exactly an expert on the topic. Not yet.

“Some kind of jutsu, it’s a long story, and not really the point,” he added when Yoshino opened her mouth. “It’s mine. The baby, I mean. And we are keeping it.”

There was another silence as his parents digested the news. Yoshino wasn’t yelling which Shikamaru counted as a win. Finally, Shikaku sighed.

“Well that’s going to be a pain,” he said.

“What do you mean?” Shikamaru and Iruka replied at once.

They had both tensed.

“I mean that basically, every clan with a daughter old enough to marry had been trying to secure a marriage with Naruto,” Shikaku explained.

“Well, they can stop plotting,” Shikamaru said.

“Can they now?” Yoshino asked.

His mother looked like she was ready to start planning his wedding. Troublesome but still.

“I said what I said.”

#shikanaru #naruto x shikamaru #naruto fanfiction #mpreg

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heyclickadee · 1 year

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Some Hunter thoughts I can’t articulate worth shit right now but I’m going to try anyway:

There’s something about how much more withdrawn Hunter is and yet doesn’t just disappear out of everyone’s lives in season two, and I don’t know what. He’s still making calls, mostly to not get involved and keep their heads down, but those are still decisions, still trying to keep what’s left of his family safe, still trying to find ways to put food on the table, still being Omega’s dad and having an active presence in her life. He’s still going through the motions of his role.

But he doesn’t talk much, not even to Omega. All those sweet one-one-one conversations he had with her last season aren’t nearly as much of a thing. Part of that’s just because of the practicalities of storytelling; this season had more emphasis on Omega’s relationships with Echo and Tech, so a lot of those one-on-one parent-child conversations went to either Echo in the first half of the season, and Tech in the second. In fact, the only direct parent-child conversation Hunter has with Omega this season (not the only conversation he has with her, just the only one that’s one of those, “Something difficult’s happening, let me help you talk it out,” talks) is is the one at the very end of the season for which neither Echo nor Tech are present, because Echo needed to be alone and Tech’s…MIA. But it’s more than just the shift in character focus.

A lot of the Omega side of The Bad Batch story is told from Omega’s point of view. Not exclusively, there are definitely a lot of scenes and even entire episodes from other perspectives, and Crosshair is pretty much the point of view character of all the Crosshair stuff, of course, and it’s not the same as it would be if the Bad Batch were a first person novel with Omega as the narrator character, but the show does hover around Omega’s perspective a lot, at least. And one thing I do kind of like about this is that it means there’s stuff happening that we don’t see, or that we’re not seeing right now, anyway. Even if we didn’t assume that Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, and Echo were having conversations out of Omega’s earshot, we’re given enough context clues and bits and pieces (and one occasion the entirety) of conversations Omega does overhear to know that that’s the case and to sometimes get the gist of what those conversations were about. The shift in Tech’s attitude from “Replacements” to “Cornered” (from being hellbent on finishing that brain scanner, which they would need if they did go back and get Crosshair, and being the first to pipe up and say that Crosshair’s chip is probably influencing his actions in one episode to sadly noting that Crosshair won’t be needing his comm device in the next) implies that the group had a conversation about the Crosshair situation that Omega (and we) didn’t hear—or that Wrecker, Tech, and Echo realized that Hunter wasn’t going to talk about it and discussed that amongst themselves. We can guess from the interactions between Hunter and Echo this season (as well as that, “Remember what I said,” line which is so frustrating in the best way because what?? What did Hunter say to Echo???) that the, “We should be doing more,” conversation didn’t stop with the one Omega overheard.

The conversations Omega—and by extension, we—don’t hear are probably mostly the more adult ones. And by adult, I guess I should clarify—I don’t necessarily mean the “adult” in that sense, though those conversations probably happen, too. I mostly mean the difficult conversations, about the darker side of the war, how bad their situation could get, Echo deciding to leave, how close they are to flat broke, how many meals they’re going to have to skip so at least Omega can go to sleep with a full belly, that sort of thing. It’s not that they’re trying to keep Omega in the dark, exactly. Their lifestyle doesn’t allow for that luxury. But they are trying, and Hunter’s really the one trying the hardest, to build Omega a childhood out of whatever scraps they can. And part of that, for Hunter, anyway, means keeping some conversations out of Omega’s earshot.

And honestly the last few paragraphs are just a long winded way to say that because a lot of the show hovers around Omega’s perspective, if we see Hunter talking to and around Omega less, that probably means he is talking to her less in universe. This is probably off base, but I kind of think the reason is pretty similar to the reasoning I gave for why they have some conversations out of Omega’s earshot above. Hunter’s really just…not having a good time in season two; he’s depressed at best and his hunker-down-and-ignore-the-star-war-of-it-all attitude comes across as a mix of guilt (over the Crosshair situation) and trauma response. He’s lost and buckling under the pressure to lead his squad in through this strange new reality, and I honestly think that he just doesn’t want Omega to know how bad things in his head are, because she’s a child and he’s her dad/big brother and it is not her responsibility to deal with his problems (1). But he’s so, so bad at faking things, and Omega’s a perceptive kid, so instead of keeping up appearances and trying to pretend that everything’s fine all the time, he withdraws. Just a little bit.

And don’t get me wrong, it’s not a season three Kanan Jarrus situation, where Kanan has to adjust to a new disability and can’t, so he falls off the face of the map (2). Hunter’s still extremely present in Omega’s life, still quizzing her on her homework, still making sure he’s there to catch her when she throws herself off a ledge, still there to look all sad and jealous when Omega starts copying Phee but trusting Omega enough not get in the way of her make a new friend, still there to grab Omega and make sure she doesn’t die in the cable car crash, and so on. He’s always sure to be there whenever she needs him. He just…doesn’t talk with her as much. He moves a quarter-step into the background. And I have some kind of feeling about that, but I’m not sure what it is.

1. This is totally off topic, but this actually one of the things I really liked about Stephen Universe, just…in reverse. I had a hard time getting into the first few seasons of the show (I know, I’m sorry) because the adult characters all sort of talked to Stephen—and each other, but mostly Stephen—like they were all trying to win at therapy, and it kind of drove me crazy. Aaaaaaand then I got to the movie and Future and it turned out that that was kind of the point. Every adult in Stephen’s life sort of used him as a live-in therapist, and it really messed him up and made it difficult to heal from his own trauma.

2. Just to be clear, I’m not dogging on Kanan here.

#the bad batch #hunter bad batch #this is way too many words for me to say ‘Hunter doesn’t talk as much in season two and I like it but also I am #sad?#am I sad about it?#melancholy?#it’s something #I don’t even know what I’m doing here with this

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softshiin · 2 years

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I hope i did it right 🤞🏼

I'd like to rqst a scenarios of how kakucho, (black dragon)koko, (bonten)rindou, or/and shinichiro would react to their clingy drunk s/o♥︎

sorry for the trouble ^^"'

softcore

ଘ summary. you normally don’t get drunk, but when you do… let’s say you’re particularly clingy

๑ includes! shinichiro, kakucho, black d. ! kokonoi, bonten! rindou

ଘ cw. mentions of getting drunk

notes. hello hello! ty for sending in this cyuteee request <3 as i’m clingy myself, it’ll be fun writing abt it

remember that there could be some grammatical mistakes!

shinichiro

; this was his first time seeing you this drunk

; he kinda know how to handle things with drunk people, cause he used to drink with his friends

; but he didn’t expect you to be this… clingy, yeah. affective?

; shin was delighted to see you leaning into him, giving him little kisses and all

; but hey, y’all weren’t alone right now. you were out with a bunch of co-workers and university friends

; and some of them weren’t close at all to both of you

“ y/n please….” he whispered kinda flustered while all eyes were on you

“mhmm, shin let’s go home? i’m shleepyy” you mumbled cutely

; he took this as his salvation, and immediately got up from his seat, quickly saying goodbye to everyone

; on your way home he even took a video of you singing and humming one of your favorite songs <3

; took you home safely and made sure that you weren’t cold or needed anything during the night

kakucho

; alr this sweet boy right here. he’s the MOST thoughtful man you’ve ever met. fr.

; he usually pays a lot of attention to you when y’all are out drinking, so you don’t get badly drunk with your friends

; that’s why the only times you’re drunk drunk, it’s only with him

; and possibly at home, cuz it’s safer

; he’s just worried that you’ll get into trouble

; he’s pretty used to you being clingy, so he just goes with it

; prepares a blanket and some water in case you need it

; will definitely help you if you need to throw up, helping you with your hair and washing your mouth afterwards

; cuddles with you a lot

; if you’re feeling well, might as well slow dance with you <3

; waits until you fall asleep to relax a lil

black dr. ! kokonoi

; okay since he’s a minor, he hasn’t experienced a lot of drunkards situations

; he’s as well worried about you, cuz yeah you technically couldn’t drink

; but i mean, it’s not like you drank much? a senpai offered you HALF of his drink, and you were already tipsy

; that’s where koko stopped you without hesitation

“alright… let’s stop here shall we?”

; would do whatever he can if you’re not feeling well

; actually gets scared if you throw up and is about to call an ambulance

; will give you a piggy back-ride to your home while humming some sort of lullaby

; helps you if your parents aren’t at home, and might stay for the night only to make sure that you’re alright

bonten! rindou

; okay this man might be the reason why you got drunk

; he didn’t contact you in a few days and you were reaaallyy worried, but also got mad at him because he didn’t pick up the phone

; i mean, he could’ve at least sent you a message?

; and so you found yourself drinking alone at the home you two shared

; you didn’t even know after how many drinks you heard the door making some noises

; wait. since when doors make noises?

“i’m home honey” you heard a soft voice, coming closer to you

“dear? what are you-“ his words stopped immediately after he saw the state you were in

“oh come on, not again… i told you i was going on a business trip, didn’t i?” he sighed, picking you up and starting to make his way to your bedroom

; this is where he spent the whole night cuddling with you, and keeping to apologize for not being at home

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers shinichiro #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro #shinichiro sano #koko #kokonoi #kokonoi x reader #kokonoi x y/n #rindou #haitani rindou #rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader

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A Study of the Heart and Brain (Book 3) Chapter Four

Father Figure! Sherlock Holmes x Teen! Reader

Chapter Four: Memorable November

Summary: Sherlock gets around to investigating Mycroft's problem and begins to bond with John and (Y/N) again.

(Y/N) yawned as they walked inside the living room to find Sherlock and an old woman and man sitting across from him. One glance and several identifying characteristics told them that the couple were Sherlock’s parents.

“He’s always losing things down the sofa, aren’t you, dear?” said Mrs. Holmes to her husband.

“ ‘Fraid so,” said Mr. Holmes.

“Keys, small changes, sweets. Especially his glasses,” continued Mrs. Holmes. “Blooming things. I said, ‘Why don’t you get a chain—wear ‘em round your neck?’ And he says, ‘What, like Larry Grayson?’ ”

The floorboards creaked under (Y/N)’s feet as they reached the bottom of the stairs, and the two Holmes parents turned to face them.

“Oh, is this them, Sherlock?” said Mrs. Holmes, smiling brightly. “Hello, dearie. We’ve been looking forward to meeting you!”

“Hi,” said (Y/N), raising a hand awkwardly. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Hello,” said Mr. Holmes, smiling. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” said (Y/N), quickly hurrying past to get to the tea and biscuits for breakfast.

“They seem nice, Sherlock. I do hope you’re treating them well,” said Mrs. Holmes. “I know that parenting you and Mycroft a—Well, it was hard.” She laughed. “You two were always challenging each other.”

“So, did you eventually find the lottery ticket?” said Sherlock, prompting his mother to continue her story and sparing (Y/N) more questions while they adjusted to the new people in the house. (And he was avoiding more comments from Mrs. Holmes to him about the whole parenting situation).

“Well, yes, thank goodness,” said Mrs. Holmes. “We caught the coach on time after all. We managed to see, er, St. Paul’s, the Tower…but they weren’t letting anyone into Parliament. Some big debate going on.”

(Y/N) cocked their head as they took a sip of tea. Interesting.

The door of 221B opened, and John walked in.

“John!” said Sherlock in relief, knowing his parents would focus on John instead (or hoping).

“Sorry—You two are busy,” said John, taking a step back.

“No, they were just leaving,” said Sherlock, having had enough of risking embarrassment from his parents (the typical child).

“Oh, were we?” said Mrs. Holmes, unimpressed with her son.

“No, no, if you two have got a case—and I’m glad you’re working together again—I’ll just go,” said John.

“No, not a case,” said Sherlock, urging his parents towards the door. “Go. Bye.”

(Y/N) waved goodbye more politely (which was mostly because they liked Mr. and Mrs. Holmes. They seemed to be nice and calm).

“Yeah, well, we’re here till Saturday, and I want to properly meet (Y/N),” said Mrs. Holmes. She didn’t want to miss her first grandkid (and likely only ever since her sons were her sons).

“Yes, great, wonderful. Just get out,” said Sherlock.

“Well, give us a ring. (Y/N), lovely to see you,” said Mrs. Holmes, and Mr. Holmes nodded.

Sherlock pushed them into the corridor and closed the door with a sigh. He looked at John and (Y/N). “Sorry about that. Embarrassing affair.”

“Clients?” said John.

“Those were his parents,” said (Y/N).

“In town for a few days,” said Sherlock.

John stared at him. “Your parents?”

“Everyone has them,” said (Y/N). Unfortunately.

“Well, that is not what I…” John trailed off.

“What?” asked Sherlock.

“I mean, they’re just so…” John didn’t want to offend his friend.

“Ordinary,” said Sherlock.

“Wel, uh, yeah,” said John.

Sherlock sighed. “It’s a cross I have to bear.”

“You shaved,” said (Y/N), cocking their head. “Your mustache is gone.”

“Hm?” said John. He couched. “Right. Wasn’t working for me.”

“I’m glad,” said Sherlock. “I prefer my doctors cleanshaven.”

John ignored that and looked at (Y/N). “How are you feeling?”

“Singed,” said (Y/N).

“Do we know who took you or why?” asked John in concern.

“No,” said (Y/N).

“Were they trying to get to you through (Y/N)? Is it to do with that terrorist thing you mentioned to me?” asked John.

“We don’t know. We can’t see the pattern. It’s too nebulous,” said Sherlock. He stood and walked to the wall of clues and information he’d gathered so far. “Why would an agent give his life to tell us something incredibly insignificant? That’s what’s strange,” he murmured.

“Give his life?” said John.

“According to Mycroft,” said (Y/N). So it could be exaggerated, or it could be a lie. Or he could not know it’s a lie, or it could be something else. They knew there were too many possibilities at the moment. “There’s an underground network planning an attack on London. That’s all we know.”

Sherlock gestured to his web. “These are my rats, John.”

“Rats?” asked John. He had not missed being so confused all the time.

“Markers—agents, low-lifes, people who find themselves arrested or their diplomatic immunity suddenly rescinded. If one of them starts acting suspicious, we can tell something’s happening,” said (Y/N).

“Five of them are behaving perfectly normally,” said Sherlock. He picked up a new piece of paper. “But from my own network, the sixth…He’s not.” He showed the note and picture.

“I know him, don’t it?” said John as Sherlock pinned it up.

“Lord Moran, peer of the realm, Minister of Overseas. He’s been working for North Korea since 1996,” said Sherlock.

“Yes—Wait, what?” said John, startled at the last tidbit of information.

“He’s the Big Rat. Rat Number One. And he’s just done something very suspicious indeed,” said Sherlock. He opened the computer and pressed play on security footage.

It was of the underground at Westminster. The train was stationary with doors open. Moriarty stood alone on the platform. He stepped onto the train, and it took off. The perspective switched to the James Park Station and showed the same train arriving. However, when the doors opened, it was clear no one was inside.

“Yeah, that’s...odd,” said John.

(Y/N) opened up a map of the underground and tilted their head in consideration. “According to this and the others I checked, there’s no place to get off.” They looked up. “We’re missing something.”

Sherlock nodded and ran his hands through his hair. “And it’s staring me in the face!”

“Any idea who they are, this underground network?” asked John. “Intelligence must have a list of the obvious ones.”

Sherlock’s phone beeped, and he glanced at it. “Our rat’s just come out of his den.” He perked up. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I’ve been an idiot! An underground network!”

(Y/N) perked up. “Oh! Mycroft’s information wasn’t nebulous. It was specific, and that’s why the agent lost his life.” They had gotten it, too.

John looked between them, bewildered as usual. At least that was back to normal. “What?”

“Sometimes a deception is so audacious, so outrageous that you can’t see it even when it’s staring you in the face!” said Sherlock excitedly.

(Y/N) replayed the security footage and brightened. “Seven carriages. Six.”

“Wait, what?” said John in confusion.

“Seven carriages leave Westminster. Six arrive at James Park,” said (Y/N). They glanced up at Sherlock.

His heart warmed as (Y/N) looked at him. They wanted his approval. He didn’t think they needed it, but it meant they were opening up a little more. Sherlock nodded, and (Y/N) squared their shoulders at the acknowledgement of their discovery. The father and child bond was repairing itself, even if smaller.

“But that’s impossible,” said John, staring.

“Moran didn’t disappear, a whole compartment did,” said (Y/N). “It was detached and diverted from the rest of the train.”

“Detached it where?” asked John. “You said there wasn’t anything between those stations.”

“Not on the maps, but once you eliminate all the other factors, the only thing remaining must be the truth,” said Sherlock. “The carriage vanished, so it must be somewhere.”

“But why, though? Why detach it in the first place?” wondered John.

“Vanishes between Westminster and James Park Station,” said (Y/N), recapping as they considered.

“You’re kidnapped and nearly burned to death at a fireworks party—” Sherlock paused.

“November fifth,” said (Y/N), straightening as they arrived at the same idea.

“My god,” gasped John.

“Lord Moran, he’s a peer of the realm,” said Sherlock, his mind moving through the facts. “Normally, he’d sit in the House. Tonight there’s an all-night sitting in to vote on the new anti-terrorism bill.”

“But he won’t be there. Not tonight,” said (Y/N).

“Remember remember,” said John, beginning the famous rhyme.

“The fifth of November,” said (Y/N).

“Gunpowder and treason plot,” said Sherlock.

“Call the man who got you the underground maps,” said (Y/N), jumping up to grab more maps.

Sherlock opened Skype and called the man. He wasted no time in demanding more information about the line between Westminster and James Park. Unfortunately, the man still believed he’d given him everything he knew.

“There’s nothing down there, Mr. Holmes, I told you,” said the man. “No sidings, no ghost stations.”

“There has to be,” said Sherlock as (Y/N) flipped through books and threw them aside. “Check again.” He glanced at (Y/N). “What are the streets?”

“On top is St. Margaret’s, Street, Bridge Street, Sumatra Road, Parliament Street.” (Y/N) could recite it from memory.

“Hang on, hang on,” said the underground worker. “You mentioned Sumatra Road. There is something. I knew it rang a bell.” He leaned off-screen to grab a diagram. “There was a station down there.”

“Well, why isn’t it on the maps?” asked John. (Y/N) had gone through at least a dozen versions of maps of the underground at that point.

“ ‘Cause it was closed before it ever opened,” said the man.

Not even a ghost station. It literally never existed but is still carved out. It’s perfect to make something vanish, thought (Y/N).

“What?” said John.

“They built platforms, even staircases, but it got tied up in legal disputes, so they never built the station on the surface,” explained the worker.

Sherlock closed the call without a goodbye (very Sherlock). They’d gotten what they needed. “It’s right underneath the Palace of Westminster.”

“And what’s down there? A bomb?” exclaimed John.

“What else?” said (Y/N), grabbing their coat and running out the door.

Sherlock pulled on his coat dramatically and exited a moment later. John sighed and followed.

(Y/N), Sherlock, and John walked past the House of Parliament to Westminster Station. They descended beneath the streets of London and into the world of the underground. They walked through the corridors to the platform where Moran had disappeared with his carriage.

“So, it’s a bomb, then? The tube carriage is carrying a bomb,” said John.

(Y/N) and Sherlock approached the maintenance tunnel doors.

“Must be,” said (Y/N) while Sherlock reached into his coat to pull out a concealed crowbar.

John pulled out his phone, and (Y/N) glanced at him.

“What are you doing?” they asked.

“Calling the police,” said John.

“What?! No,” said Sherlock, admonishing him.

“Sherlock, this isn’t a game. They need to evacuate Parliament,” said John.

“They’ll get in the way. They always do. This is cleaner, more efficient,” said Sherlock. He needed to be as fast as possible. He knew that. After all, (Y/N) was there and wouldn’t go far from him at such a time. So, they were in danger, and Sherlock wouldn’t let them get hurt.

“There’s probably not that much time, anyways,” said (Y/N) carelessly while Sherlock forced the maintenance door open.

“This is illegal,” said John as (Y/N) and Sherlock stepped through the door.

“You shot someone,” said (Y/N) matter-of-factly.

John couldn’t argue with that point and sighed. He followed (Y/N) and Sherlock into the maintenance tunnels. All three switched on flashlights and peered into the darkness in front of them. It was time for the Holmes family (and associates) to save London.

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carmendeiact2whenplz · 16 days

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Sometimes I wonder what the nameless bard's situation is like with regards to his family, especially since he seems he was very young yet played such a strong role in the rebellion. Did he have parents or parental figures? Was he an orphan, with just a wind spirit to keep him company? If not, did Venti know his family and pay them a visit after accending to godhood and taking their kid's image? Or did life under Decarabian micromanage families apart from each other and they never cared for him nor did he really know them, or was life expectancy not all that long under Decarabian's rule and orphans were common? I really really wonder what an average person's life was like under a god who doesn't understand humanity but micromanages and watches over everything and the sort of world the nameless bard would have grew up in that resulted in his befriending a wind spirit and leading a rebellion

To me, I’ve always headcanoned NB as someone who’s biological parents either died or left him when NB was very young/a toddler, so he most likely didn’t have any memories of them. He’s (many of the things i’m about to say are entirely headcanons/theories, with nothing in canon) lived out a lot of his life on the streets, relying on the hospitality of strangers and donations from his own performances to survive, but oftentimes he had to steal to survive in case those things failed him. He’s never gotten a proper education, but he’s thankful he managed to teach himself how to read, write, and do basic arithmetic, otherwise he couldn’t be where he is now (as in “being a rebellion leader known for freeing Mondstadt from its tyrannical leader”, and not as in “dead”).

As for wispti/wisp venti, I headcanon as NB having met them a few years before he died (I hc NB as having died around 16-17, so that means he would have met wispti around 12-13).

In my opinion, the order he met the old mond gang is met wispti -> met the redhaired warrior a few months later -> met Amos (NB met her in person and maybe had a few conversations but they still distrusted eachother) -> met Gunnhildr some time after that -> Amos joins the rebellion. The Old Mond Gang is extremely found family to me, and I hc that if things weren’t The Way They Were, Amos and/or RHW would have legally adopted NB (coparenting).

I think that most of the people in Old Mond didn’t have that much money, and people living past 50 was very rare. Not only was medicine not very advanced, but there was most likely not a lot of clean water and food available (farming either had very poor crop turnouts or needed special machinery and mechanics to even make possible), so illnesses and starvation were the most common causes of death, and the mental health of people weren’t much better. Interestingly enough, while it makes a lot of sense for there to be a lot of poorer people, I am curious if there were any extremely rich people other than decarabian himself. We don’t know much about any sort of nobility hierarchy, and since decarabian (probably) isn’t human, royalty couldn’t have been a status granted by a bloodline. The only thing we canonically know is that he did have slaves/servants, and Gunnhildr’s dad did work under him (nothing is elaborated on what he actually did). Which also begs the question of what role Amos actually had. I’ve seen so many thoughts and theories on what her and decarabian’s relation was like on a personal level, but not much about what it was like politically. While their marital status is unknown, if anything, canon hints that they aren’t married, but me personally I headcanon them as being married (mostly for political reasons) and Amos being the “Queen” of old mondstadt, second-in-command only behind decarabian himself, although how much power, money and influence she had prior to leaving him and/or joining the rebellion is up for debate.

Side note- I do find it funny to headcanon NB’s parents as being alive and having somehow fled to another nation. They’re having a conversation about how their son is a teenager at that point and is probably in his “rebellious phase”, being unaware until years later that his rebellious phase is over, not because he’s an adult but because he died. from the rebellion. that he staged. to kill a god

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“His Love…” one shot “what if” scenario *Requested* please read note and warning label before reading.

Alright here we go. Sorry for the long wait, but I finally got it. so if you read the original requested scenario, on the end, Heethan wife’s up Y/n and gets her pregnant. This is the alt route as requested where y/n manages to flee and actually dates another man, and as you probably surmised, bc there is another man involved, Heethan is a little bit brutal (imo) I promise there’s no chocolate syrup this time (although 50% loved it, the other half of you got a little scared and I apologize for that.) either way, I’m glad that y’all still enjoy the series “what if” scenarios. Pls remember these are just drabbles that aren’t a part of the main series there it’s not canon, it’s just what would happen if the situation occurred. I want to point that out so Heethan’s character isn’t tarnished lol *ahem “Going Viral” ahem*

Warnings: so I promised there’s no choco-dick, but this has doubled penetration (with a vibrating dildo) and heethan himself. And when I saw double penetration, I’m taking both holes and both, Heeseung and Ethan have their fill with the dbl pen. So please note that before reading on in case you aren’t comfortable with that. I don’t like to spoil it but after “Going Viral” part 3, Im going to start soooking a little just for forwarding purposes. Also, non-con…it turns in to consensual (sort of….?) but it will/can be uncomfortable if you’re not into reading that. So please read at your own risk. There’s also mentions of beating up someone, tracking y/n down, insults (heethan is kind of a dick in this AR guys….that’s why I mentioned that it’s not canon) but also pls remember (not that I’m trying to defend him) he does get devastated and hurt….and MAD. But he still loves you, so he teaches you a little lesson (and insults you in the worst way possible) before taking you off the market. And I think that’s all of it.

To tap this off….this was actually way worse and I revised it and changed it up bc it was waaaaay too brutal. And I didn’t want to post that version, so for those of you that want to know what was originally written before I revised it (it was just small revisions), send me an anon ask and I’ll answer it privately bc I didn’t want to risk getting that out there and possibly flagged….again.

You couldn’t believe you pulled it off. Maybe he wasn’t as clever as you gave him credit for. The whole time you were fearful that his cunning attitude would have allowed him to catch on of your plans in switching schools and moving away…from him.

‘I didn’t want to end it this way….but I had no choice. He wouldn’t let me go….Heeseung….I’m sorry.’

Initially you didn’t think you’d have the fortitude to go forth with moving away. It was a lot harder than you had thought, and the fact that you were limited to where you could go, considering you needed to pick a new school and coordinate a place to stay; somewhere that was outside the local area. When it came to escaping him, the farther away, the better.

That’s where your best friend from High School came to mind, Elisa. Your pretty and comforting friend, she was dear to you as h/n and the others, which you unfortunately had to leave behind without saying a word. After some time you figured you’ll be able to hit them up and explain things, but for now, you couldn’t risk your plan being exposed to Heeseung, so all contacts mutual contacts had to be left out, leaving you only Elisa to help you through this.

Elisa and her longtime boyfriend, Sean, ended getting married right after Elisa and you graduated high school, Sean was roughly the same age as Heeseung. Being married before finishing college isn’t ideal, but that didn’t deter them from receiving full support from their family’s as far as their nuptials went. With Sean’s parents giving him their house as a wedding gift upon deciding to move and retire out of the country, it made things so much easier for you once you had reconnected with Elisa.

All you had to worry about was to wait and begin classes at a new school that you applied for. Getting accepted was surprisingly easy, but because their semester had just started, you had a long wait before you could continue your education.

“Why not take this time and explore the area? You’ve never been here before right? There’s lots to do.” Elisa encourages you as you, her, and Sean all day at the table, eating breakfast.

“Yeah I could, that would be nice.”

Elisa and Sean’s residence was on the other side of the country from where Heeseung and the others were. Since you didn’t leave any evidence of moving, and Heeseung having no clue where you currently reside, it would be safe and a prime moment to get familiar sign the area.

“In fact, Sean and I are going away for two weeks for a family event, did you want to go? “

“No it’s fine. If it’s alright with you, I’ll stay behind and look after your house, and get familiar with the area and the campus for when I finally start school again. “

Nodding in agreement, you felt a sense of sensational relief.

…………………..

“I don’t want this anymore! You’re suffocating me with your jealousy and you’re always so clingy it’s annoying!”

“Me?….” Heeseung snarls as his eyes widened annd leans in with his arms crossed, squaring his eyes with your own as he closes the distance between the two of you. An incident at a local party had led the both of you to engage in a heated argument.

“Did you see the way that guy touched you? You can’t seriously blame me for what happened.”

“You went too far. You can’t just grab every guy that hits on me and throw them around or punch them Heeseung, it’s not right.”

“Neither is them touching your hips…”

“He was wanting to dance.”

“Yeah…not gonna fly. “

“This is what I mean! God! I can’t do this anymore! People are scared of you and they’re scared of me! They’re scared to talk to me because they fear of what you’ll do to them.”

He drags his palm over his eyes and rests it over his mouth, the fleshy portion between his index and thumb nestled just under his nostrils as he looks down at you with heavy eyelids. His expression reflected a field of irritation, anger, and exhaustion.

“I only do what is deemed necessary y/n. Someone talks to you, fine. But touching you is a completely different story.”

“It doesn’t matter! Leave me alone I want out! “

“………”

“…..I don’t want to be with you anymore…”

You truly meant it, yet a part of you believed that you could have a change of heart had he appealed to you. However, what transpired after your statement caused you to ground your dedication in leaving him.

“I don’t think so babe…”

“I said leave me alone!”

“Alright, fucking yell at me again. Threaten to leave and tell me you don’t want to be with me…go ahead, say it. I promise you….you’re not going to like what happens….you’re making the beast rattle in his cage, and I’m trying to keep him tamed. But go ahead and talk that shit again, I’ll fucking let it out.”

Feeling bold out of irritation and frustration, you called his bluff and spat out “I hate you” only to find that he wasn’t bluffing. Not one bit….

………….

“Oh my gosh girl, what are those?…bite marks?”

“Huh? Oh….yeah.”

“…..from the possessive boyfriend?”

“……..”

A flashback of the fight with Heeseung speared through your head as Elisa remarked the evidence of his ravaged affection that night. You’d been wearing clothes to cover up your entire body, despite that it was summer.

‘Maybe going to the beach with them wasn’t such a good idea….everything can be seen.’

“Here girl, take this.”

Elisa hands you her mesh swim dress, and to your surprise, it helped with obscuring the harshness of each mark. The purple, blue, and red coloration of spots became hidden under the black fabric, and the puncture dots couldn’t even be seen, at least, wherever the dress covered. Since it was a shorter one, the markings of his territory could still be seen on your legs and thighs.

“Thank you.”

“Jesus…on your arms and feet too? What the Hell…..just what kind of man is this person y/n?”

‘Not a man…but two men. One, a monster, and the other, a demon. I don’t even know which one is which anymore…’

“Just some guy…the marks look a lot worse than how they feel. We had a fight and he just gets….really passionate with his display of affection.”

‘Why am I trying to defend him?’

“Well that’s hot and all but not if it’s non-consensual. I’m glad you’re away from that asshole.”

Looking over to her, you smile softly as you stared at the sand and nodded.

“…..yeah.”

The next few days, you kept thinking about him. You wondered if he was moving on or if he was still angry, or maybe still looking for you. Who knows. You even thought of calling him just to talk it over, getting him to calm down, maybe even working things out.

‘No…it’s better this way.’

……………

“Okay we’ll be back in two weeks, take care and don’t hesitate to call us if you have trouble with the house or if anything comes up.” Elisa hugs you as the shuttle pulls up to take her and Sean to the airport.

“Thank you! Enjoy the trip, I’ll see you guys in two weeks.”

Watching the shuttle drive off, you felt a bit liberated with having a large house all to yourself.

‘It’s not so lonely…it actually feels nice.’

You started to expand the concept of having your own place someday. Being independent and having your own house just felt so nice.

You decided to go and try the cafe that was located nearby after spotting it while sightseeing. Waiting for your order, you continued to read a work of fiction that you thoroughly enjoyed.

‘Tumblr is wild, hahahaha.’

Enjoying the creativity of the aspiring writers on the site, you became engrossed in a particular series, yet your attention was caught by a swift motion in front of you.

“Hi!”

‘Who is this person? Why did he just sit at my table? I don’t recall ever seeing him before.’

“H-hi….I’m sorry, do I know you?”

He softly chuckles, a glint of nervousness could be sensed the way he looked down at the flat surface of the table and placed his elbows on it.

“No….but I saw you sitting here alone and figured I’d take the chance to strike up a conversation with you. Do you mind?”

“…no, it’s fine. What is your name?”

“Andy, what’s yours?”

“Y/n…”

He smiles…

And so did you.

The conversation you had with Andy was so nice, he was a decent man and not at all pushy, like most men would be.

He made it evidently clear that he was interested in you, but was so natural and smooth in talking to you, as if you both knew each other already. Very much like Heeseung when you first met him, back when he was dating Vicky.

“I don’t want to be too blunt…but I gotta ask, do you have a boyfriend?”

“…….no, actually I don’t.”

For a couple of days, you spent a lot of time hanging out with Andy. He was such a gentleman, like Heeseung, but not as assertive or overprotective. He wasn’t at all clingy, and it was so nice to be with someone who didn’t glare at every man passing by that made an effort to look at you. Andy was a realist in a sense that he knew other men would find you attractive, like Heeseung, but what differed the two was Andy’s acceptance of others conducting themselves, so long as they didn’t cross the line. With Heeseung, everything from staring, to touching you was considered crossing the line. Guys on campus couldn’t even speak your name aloud without getting a death glare or confronted by Heeseung….or his Ethan side.

That was the other thing that you would have to get used to. Now that Heeseung was out of the picture, that not only meant no more of him….but no more Ethan.

No more two sides of the same coin. With Andy, should things go further, you would have to get used to the prospect of having to deal with just one face, one personality, and one love.

‘It might be a bit boring compared to having Heeseung and Ethan’s duality, but it’s better for me. For my future.’

Walking you back to the house after taking you out to dinner, Andy walks you to the door.

“So….would you care to do this again real soon? Maybe like tomorrow night? “ he asks.

You smiled as you jingled the keys in your hand.

“Yeah, I would like that.”

The moment you answered, he leans in and places a gentle kiss on your lips. It caught you by surprise and you were shocked back as you looked up at him in a surprised manner. He was bold, but not at all as strong as Heeseung, or Ethan for that matter.

“S-sorry!…..Sorry….I just….”

You just stared at the ground, trying to find words to let him know it was okay that you were just caught off guard, yet for some reason the words wouldn’t come out. You were too overwhelmed, not because of him conducting the kiss, but because it felt different. It wasn’t what you were used to, and you caught yourself in a moment of confusion.

‘It’s…not as thrilling. Heeseung and Ethan have kissed me a million times and it always felt like the first time….but with Andy, it just felt a little bland. I guess I’ll have to get used to it…not just because it’s Andy…but because he’s one man. All of them are…except Heeseung.’

“…..you’re just so damn pretty….I just…lost control of myself….I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “No it’s fine. Really, I was just caught off guard…..if you want….we can try again.”

He looked delighted at the fact you weren’t at all angry. Normally you would have been, but you really wanted to try and find some bit of joy in kissing another man….just one, not two.

A moment goes by and while the kiss was gentle, passionate, and sensual, it didn’t have the effect on you like Heeseung’s did. That was going to be a downfall but something you’ll need to put behind.

‘Yes he gave me butterflies…but that’s not worth giving up my life.’

Andy finally bids you goodbye as you accept his dinner invitation tomorrow night.

“My place tomorrow? I’ll cook.” He smiles.

“Yeah…sure.” You giggled.

After changing over and climbing into bed, you thought about Heeseung.

‘I really hope he’s not too mad. I really hope he’s moving on.’

Blocking his number, the painful reaction of his torment was still being relayed as H/n, Jake, and the others inflamed your phone with messages.

‘Y/n where are you? Where did you go? Please be alright.’

‘Y/n, please call us. Ethan is searching for you everywhere. Where are you?’

You merely responded to all of the messages with “I’m fine. I’ll call you guys in a few days, please trust me and give me a little bit of time, I’ll explain things later.”

A ding comes in on your phone, which you knew was from h/n or the girls. You didn’t bother reading it, instead, you drifted off to sleep.

At some point in the middle of the night, you woke up to the loud noise across the street. Elisa’s neighbors had a frenzy of friends over for game night, which went on all throughout past midnight. Looking at the clock, you saw that it was a little after 2 am.

‘Oh gosh…’

Stretching out on the large bed, you get up to grab some water. You didn’t need to turn on any of the lights since there were night lights plugged into the walls beginning at the hall way, down the stairs, and spread throughout the kitchen.

Going back upstairs, you re-enter the room, set the bottle down on the end table, and climbed back into bed. Since there was no lighting inside the room, you didn’t even notice the tall frame that laid on the side next to yours.

“Found you.”

You screamed at the feeling of his hands grasping your waistline. You already knew…

“Heeseung! Get away!”

You squirmed get he was so quick to overpower you as he pins you down on the bed, straddling atop of you.

“So this is where you’ve been….gosh. You must have been so lonely without me…inside this big house all by yourself.”

“H-how? How did you-“

“Find you?”

He interjects. His tone was smooth and tranquil, yet his grasp on your wrists tighten.

“Well sexy….the thing is…you had set up auto fill on your email when you used my computer. Naturally, the moment I clicked on your email it just logged me in. Didn’t you notice all the notifications on your phone?” He smirks, knowing full well that everyone and their mother had been texting you the moment you flew out….you hadn’t realized that whole majority of the dings were from h/n and the others, there were some that was notifying you of your email being logged into from a different device…something you had ignored since you got tired of reading all the texts.

Your heart sank.

“And there I found an online receipt for plane tickets. Your whole itinerary….along with messages between you and your friend. Pretty crafty huh?” His tone turned snarky.

“H-Heeseung I-“

“Shut up.”

You tightened your lip out of fear. He didn’t even raise his voice and yet, the amount of anger within it was flaring towards you.

“So….you just fly out cross country kissing other boys now? Is that what we’re doing y/n?”

Your eyes widened. Your heart felt as if it stopped beating.

“Hmm? Don’t want to answer? That’s probably for the best, honestly. I’m in no mood for a conversation.”

You began stuttering.

“It’s…nothing serious. I had only just met the guy and-“

“You just met him?…and you kissed him already?” His tone was hurt yet frustrated. “I waited months and only got lucky to get you because of that idiot, Samuel, only for you to do this. You barely meet someone and kiss them? How unfair.”

“H-Heeseung please…”

“Bet you want to talk to him, don’t you?” You couldn’t make out his features since it was pitch black in the room, but from what you could feel from his grasp on your skin, he had his fingerless leather gloves on.

“I-I don’t…”

You feel him releasing your wrist as he digs into his pocket and takes out his phone. The light of the screen allowed you to see a bit of his face underneath his cap, his nose and mouth. His eyes remained out of sight under the bill.

“Yes you do…so here. Talk to him.”

“H-how did you get his number?….”

With the light of the screen reflecting off his face, he grins in a sinister manner, showing off teeth. With a deep growl, Ethan speaks.

“Say hi.”

“……..”

“…..hello? Who is this?”

‘Oh my God he’s safe.’

Relieved at hearing his voice, you tried to reassure him that all was well and that you were sorry, since you assumed Heeseung had confronted him…how else did he get his number?

“Andy?”

“….y/n….?”

“Andy! Andy listen….my….my ex boyfriend-“

“Ah! Say that again and I’ll fuck your mouth so hard, your brain will leak out of your ears.” Ethan snaps. His comment left you in a quiet state as the inflection of his voice shook the living fear within you.

“……….y/n?…”

“Y-yes….?”

“Y/n……im sorry…..but let’s just not see each other anymore….let’s just stop…”

“W-what?…”

“Let’s just…..stop.”

“……….”

his tone had changed…he sounded frightened, tired, and his voice was quivering.

“Andy….where are you?”

You hear the dial tone as he hangs up. You had no way of knowing that the man sat in the massive mess within his kitchen, black and blue with a bloodied nose and lip and a couple of broken bones. A warning from the man on top of you. It was a miracle that Heeseung….or Ethan, rather, didn’t decide to kill him.

‘I only do what is deemed necessary y/n.’

“Alrighty then. Now that you got to say goodbye to good ol’ Andy, let’s talk about us for a minute..” Ethan continues as he delicately places his phone on the end table aside from the bed.

“Ethan….I….I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…please-“

“Shhhh….I know. I know you are baby. You didn’t mean to leave, right? You just wanted some space and see your friend, is that right?”

You remained silent and nodded instead, begrudgingly out of fear as you tried to refrain him from snapping again.

“Well that’s understandable….but you still scared me…you know that?” He leans his face in at a tilt, the last bit of his sentence was spoken in a soft, nearly whispering tune as he gently breaths against your lips and gives you a warm and gentle kiss. His hand remaining on your wrist while the other caresses your breast through the satin thin camisole you adorned.

He keeps kissing you. He slightly grinds into you. He melts right into you and you couldn’t deny it even at such a fearful state….it felt too damn good.

‘I know it does….hehehehe….enjoy it while it lasts.’

Unknowingly, you were falling right into his trap.

Breaking the kiss slightly, he caressed your face as he whispers out.

“You miss me?”

You nodded. Your eyes glazed with the gloss of lust and your breathing began to get heavier.

“Yeah? “ he continues, his voice still as soft as ever, which was quite different and unusual for Ethan.

Nudging the tip of his nose against yours, he issues small little pecks against your lips as he speaks in between.

“How much did you miss me?”

“……a lot.” You didn’t mean to moan out your answer, but the way he was softly pulsating his groin against your clothed center felt irresistible.

“Yeah? I missed you too.” He engages in a long and flaming kiss, practically devouring you through the mouth as his finger tips stroke your soft cheek.

“You want me to show you just how much I missed you….hmm?….baby?” He kisses you again.

You caved in the moment he rubbed his fingers up your laced covered slit.

“Yes! Ethan yes!” You gasped out. You did truly miss him, even though you were preferring to live your life without him. But it wasn’t hard to understand that Heeseung and Ethan’s touch, kisses, and affection was so thrilling to you, you understand why all his previous girlfriends begged him for just one more night, something that Jake once confided to you.

But in his usual fashion, Heeseung always ignored them. He only had eyes, a heart, and mind just for you. Only for you, no one else.

Kissing you as he sucks on your tongue and lips, he slightly pulls away.

“Hmm…we’ll come here baby. Let’s get you fucked nice and hard.”

You whimper. You were succumbing to the built up euphoria within your pelvis and yet, your mind told you not to do it. You were feeling torn. The more you whimpered, the more he responded with an antagonizing tone that mimicked the pitch of your whimpering as he spoke.

“Awww….I know baby. Come here.”

The way he reversed your pitch right back at you with his words made you yearn for more.

He slips off your camisole, once again mimicking your whines with his own voice, he talks you through every step he took as he undressed you and himself.

‘Mmm I know baby. Don’t worry I’m going to fill you up.

‘Come here baby…you want it badly don’t you?’

‘Oh I know…my poor girl you hadn’t been fucked in a while. I’m here to fix that for you.’

The moment he inserted himself in, you jolted to an arch as your hands laid spread eagle. The feeling of his cock sliding into you slowly made you even more wet.

‘Oh my God…’

“Oooooh yeeeeeeah….good girl….nice and wet for daddy.’

“Mmphm….E-Ethan…!!” You gasped out a large moan as it trails off into a whine at him rotating his hips once his entire shaft nestled inside your walls.

At that moment, he starts thrusting, and in usual Ethan fashion, he goes hard, fast, and rough. You couldn’t help but enjoy the moment as tears streamed down your face from the intense sexual sensation of getting fucked like there was no tomorrow. It felt so good. Too good. Too damn good, it shouldn’t be allowed.

‘Just wait and see babydoll….enjoy it while you can.’

The moment you came, you felt the knot returned as your breasts jolt upward from his pelting thrusts.

“Mmmm….don’t worry we’re not done yet babydoll.”

“I……” you couldn’t speak, his hits to your core rendered you dumb as you were at a loss for words from continuously getting fucked after reaching your orgasm, only this time, it was hard and slow.

“You know baby…I was so scared when you went away. Why did you do it like that? Why did you have to scare me to death?” He softly whispers against your lips as he continues his slow and deep thrusts, hitting that spot that made you ooze.

“I….I….I-“ you tried to talk. You tried to explain. Yet it was as if he knew that his dick hitting you internally made you only gasp out the moans of pleasure as you gave up in trying to reason with him.

‘I tried to tell you…but you wouldn’t have let me go…what other choice did I have?’

You remarked to yourself, hoping that somehow he would understand you telepathically.

“You know babe…since you scared me….I think I should get a little something in return…you know, as a token of your apology.” He kisses you as you whine.

“Scaring me like that….that wasn’t nice.” He kisses you again.

“I need to teach you some manners, don’t you agree?” He kisses you once more.

Your brows furrowed as you tilts your head and makes you watch as he dips in and out of you with each slow thrust.

Kissing you on your forehead, he whispers as his lips stay attached to your skin.

“You fucking bad girl.” The last bit was growled out, before your eyes could fully widened, he snags your wrist on your strong arm, pinning it behind your back as he loops his opposite arm underneath your back and grabs it in a tight hold, pulling it at a forced bend at the elbow. His other squeezes your breasts as he leans down and ravishes them with his mouth. The moment you felt teeth, you felt as if you were being burned alive.

“Stop! That hurts!”

“Yup.”

“Stop!”

He deeply chuckles against the center of your chest, grazing the surface of his teeth along your skin. Feeling you tremble, he raises his face as he rests his chin on your chest plate.

“Scared?”

You gasped out of fear. You didn’t have to answer for him to see it as plain as day, that you were.

“Mmm….I know…I know all about that. I was so scared baby…I thought I lost you forever.”

Continuing his thrusts, he reaches below as his fingertips grazes your anus.

“Stop!! What are you doing?!”

“Getting you ready….”

You squirm and shifted, yet he steadied your body as you were forced to succumb to his fingers penetrating you.

“Thaaaaats it….good giiiiiiiirl….” He sucks on your neck as your body goes limp, feeling the unusual pleasure of his fingers fucking you the same time his cock was, both holes filled.

It wasn’t until his thick and long fingers began to scissor you, you began to panic as the stretch became stingy.

“Ethan stop! Stop! Let me go!”

“Nooooo….don’t think I will babydoll. Gotta get my fill…you bad fucking kitty.”

Continuing with his act, you felt your body doubling up on the natural secretion of lubricant as both your holes began to leak out the fine and clear liquid.

“Mmmkay…I think we’re ready.” He remarks as he pulls out.

Reaching over to the side, he grabs something, obviously indicating that he had staged an item before crawling into bed with you.

“W-what….what is that?”

“Shhhh…”

Turning on the vibrator, he sets it to the highest setting.

“Oh…this is going to be fun babe.”

You tried to squirm again but the wrist lock he maintained on you behind your lower back rendered you to be at his mercy.

“D-don’t! Just don’t! Ethan!”

Not even entertaining your cries, he inserts the phallic toy inside your back hole, slowly, inch by inch, nearly the size of him.

You whimpered and yelp out. This was too abrasive and uncomfortable for you. Yet the more he inserted, the more you felt that knot of pleasure building up, regardless that you were resisting and vocalizing your pleas for him to stop.

“Stop! I said stop! You’re a monster! I don’t want to do this!”

“I know…but I’m about to change your mind.”

Once the toy was fully inserted, he sticks his cock back inside your center, breaking through your slit as he begins thrusting, starting off hard and slow for the first two, then picking up the pace to a rough, hard and fast pounding as he stretches flesh.

Feeling the vibration from the neighboring flesh against your walls, he fucks into you as he growls uncontrollably.

“Fuck babe….God dammit…oh fuck…” he speaks through gritted teeth as his body trembles from the pleasure he felt from your wet walls and the hint of vibrational pulses.

Your eyes roll up to the back of your head as your mouth fills up with foamed saliva that leaks out from the corner. You couldn’t think or speak, the sensation was unreal and you weren’t sure what to make of it since it was demeaning yet sensational.

“St…..st….sssss….stop……stop…” you moaned in stutters as he fucks you, in and out. In and out.

In…..

And out….

The vibration of the toy caused you to become overly sensitive as you started to feel a heightened pinch from your groin.

“I…I can’t…..s….stop…..n-no…no more….”

Kissing you, he shuts you up as he pelts even faster and harder.

Reaching orgasm, not like the ones before, you screamed at the intensity of having your g-spot hit from all angles and through double penetration.

“Yeah…..good girl….” He stutters between his growls as he finishes inside you.

Dropping the weight of his chest atop yourself, you felt the density of his deep breaths as he takes the toy out of you, and tosses it aside from the bed.

You barely recover from the intensity of sexual high before you felt him lift his head and kiss your chest.

Reaching over, he grabs another toy.

“W-what……..what is that?!” Your eyes widened.

You hear the rotation of beads as he sets the toy to its highest setting, much like the last one. Unlike the other toy, this one was ribbed with bumps, a coil of active beading that rotated and vibrated, the complete opposite of the smoothness with the other one.

“I was scared too….not just him. Don’t I get an apology?”

‘Heeseung…’

“Stop! Heeseung stop!”

“No, you stop. Fucking leaving me like that…you really thought I was going to just let you go?…..fucking y/n….that was stupid of you.”

With his cock back inside you, he starts to inject the tip of the vibrating sexy toy inside you, lining it right atop his own length as he finds a way to double penetrate inside your center core.

“Oh my God!!! Stop! Heeseung!!”

the overwhelming stretch caused discomforting pressure in your groin. Yet the moment the rotating beads entered you, your breath was knocked out of your chest, you gasped and coughed through the choking of your own saliva as both, the length of the silicone toy and his cock plunder deep inside you.

“Yeah…I knew you’d like it.” He chuckles in a pleasured tone as he gulps, succumbing to the pleasure of the vibration against his cock, along with the tightness of your walls.

Keeping the toy steady with his thumb, he pounds into you…hard. Your body jolts upwards each time you lay taking in all of his frustration as he angrily fucks into you.

“You gonna leave me again?”

“N…..no!….n-nnno!…..” you gasp out, continuously choking on your own saliva as the intensity of the pleasure you were feeling made you forget how to breathe, swallow, and move. A whirlwind of sensations all hit you at once.

“I believe you….but just in case, let’s ruin that tight pussy so that way no man is ever going to want you. Just me. I’ll always want you. I’ll always love you. You’ll always have me, my beautiful girl.”

Fucking into you, his voice begins to transition as he merges from Heeseung to his Ethan face, or maybe he was both now…you couldn’t tell. The state you were in started to have an effect on you, to the point where you couldn’t grasp the concept of anything…just being fucked.

The moment you couldn’t breathe, he slams his palm at the center of your chest, causing you to cry out in slight pain and breathe again, all the while your hear Ethan’s voice laugh.

“You gotta breathe baby.” He moans out as he continues to fuck you.

Noticing that you kept choking out on your own saliva from having your mouth wide open for too long, not to mention the unusual pleasure that you were feeling and, to your dismay, enjoying…much as you hated to admit it, he leans his face down, and engages in a kiss. Yet instead of massaging his tongue around, you feel him slurping the contents of your mouth, lifting his face back up, you hear Heeseung’s voice this time around.

“Can’t have you choking on me….I’m mad at you, but that doesn’t mean I want you to die.” He chuckles as if he found the concept of you struggling funny…..and he probably did. He was angry, furious even…he was feeling like Hell, and you underestimated that.

He chuckles mischievously as he raves his dick inside you mercilessly.

At the point of blacking out, your vision begins to tunnel out, while your hearing fades.

‘Just give up….just black out…..you can’t escape this….he’s too strong…and it’s too good. So just sleep….just sleep….’

Succumbing to your own mindset of relief, you took in one last blink and were out.

By the time you woke up, you weren’t sure how long after you passed out that the night went on. All you knew was that the pain you felt within your cervix was too great, that despite his intentions in taking you back the next day, Heeseung decided to wait and postpone the trip for another two days until the pain subsided. He described it as “generosity before personal gratification, aren’t I good to you?” You hated how he scoffed and smirked when he said those words, as if he was doing you a favor. It was then you realized, Heeseung, and even Ethan, despite his rough demeanor, had been the nicest entities you’ve ever known…yet the moment you caused them despair, they were horrific…the worst….they were both, fire and Hell.

“It’s fine. I’ll just call the venue and have them postpone the reservation.”

“…..what….reservation?….” You looked up confusingly

“Our private wedding ceremony, silly. I figured since things didn’t work out between you and that boytoy, you might as well stay with me…forever.especially after last night, hmm?” He smirks at you, revealing a half Heeseung and half Ethan facial presence.

With an antagonizing tone, he instigates your anger by unleashing an harsh insult.

“I think you’re better off marrying me…I don’t think anyone is going to appreciate you after last night. Ain’t that right, loosely goosey?” He bears a demeaning grin your way.

Screaming, crying, all the while you remain stagnant, unable to move from the soreness from the rhapsody of intense pleasure and breaching of walls, you felt disgusted and regretful for having him in the first place, upon hearing what he just called you.

“I hate you……I hate you! How could you say that to me?” You started off in a shocked and quiet tone, yet it only rose the more you spoke.

“How? Well let’s see…the entire time we’ve been together, I’ve showered you with nothing but praises, affectionate pet names, long full nights of pleasure….im building you a fucking house, am willing to give you the entire world and have expressed that….I’ve saved you from that stupid ex-boyfriend from beating you black and blue….and you fucking leave me like I was a stray dog. That’s fucking how y/n!! That’s how!”

You were taken aback by his loss of composure as he yells vividly in your direction. His eyes filled with pain front being hurt, as well as rage from the anger.

“I give you the fucking universe and you leave me! “ he continues. “So I figured, since you OBVIOUSLY didn’t like my behavior towards you from before, might as well change it up. I guess that’s where the term ‘girls only like assholes’ came from. Hmm? Wouldn’t you agree?”

You were at a loss for words.

“BUT……I’ll be more than willing to go back to being Mr. Nice-guy….as long as you behave and learned your lesson?”

You bit your lip and winced the tears from streaming down, nodding your head.

“Good. I’m still pissed, so I’ll going to step outside and when I come back in, we’ll have a fresh start. Deal?”

You nodded hesitantly.

…………….

Four months have passed, and he didn’t over-exaggerate his intent for a fresh start. It was so nice of him to forget about your selfish mistake, and not bring it up. It was so nice of him to marry you, even though you hurt him badly. It was so good of him to bring you to Korea, introduce you to his welcoming and loving family, throw you a lavish wedding, and move you into that big beautiful house he had custom built for you. It was so nice of him to bring you with him when he went to work, so you wouldn’t be lonely or bored.

It was so nice of him…

Stepping out of the sound booth, you go upstairs at the company’s private cafe, having access to all the amenities since you were a part of the family that owned it.

Grabbing a piece of fruit and a water, two trainees approach you. One of them, speaking English, begins to converse with you.

“Oh, are you foreigner? We just wanted to tell you how pretty you are. Also, are you pregnant?”

You nod.

“Aww! How nice. Is the daddy Korean?”

“…..yes, the daddy is Korean.”

‘Both of them are….’

Authors note: I will have a smau from a different request posted later tonight :) hope y’all enjoyed this.

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