#they can invite me too if they want hahaha unless

[phatcatphergus]

#when I say he needs to wear green #I mean he needs to wear green

This goes double for outfits like this where green is the main color but there are other accents too. Looks better than just a green hoodie/t-shirt. We need another style stream so he can get more stuff that's comfy but interesting

Oh of course!!! He just needs cool/dark tones in his wardrobe. I think he looks really nice in the Phil merch with the gold accents and that shirt of pisos in the candy stream :3 another style stream would be amazing

#I think piso and beky should be the ringleaders #I trust them #they can invite me too if they want hahaha unless #tubbo #anon asks

[gayerthanevertbh]

criminal.

you met a woman from a penpal website and began to form a relationship with her, until you suddenly got comfortable with her and began to share fantasies that she had also dreamt of.

pairings | prisoner!dark!natasha x fem!reader

warnings | 18+ MINORS DNI! online talking, prisoner!natasha, dirty talking (online), rough sex on the couch, strap-on (used), pet names, dark!natasha, and daddy kink.

word count | 3.5k 

notes | this was anon requested and i hope this satisfies you, nonnon! i’m so sorry if it’s too late :( i am doing my best to get all of your requests. enjoy though!

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When I heard of this website called Pen Pal from my friends, I was sketched up. I wasn’t the type of person who would message someone from the internet–let alone a stranger who could break into your house if they had your address. You can’t trust the internet these days. The only reason why I know this website is because of the lack of relationships that I have never gone through in my life. Although I did have a few crushes, they liked me back, but eventually, it turned into nothing like a cloud of dust. Did I want to be in a relationship? Sure, sometimes.

Okay maybe.

Anyway, I was scanning through the website and saw some of the inmates who seemed desperate as I was. These people, specifically women, wouldn’t pass my age. That didn’t matter though, I’d still like anyone even though they weren’t my age. No one caught my interest, especially with their boring information about themselves. Looking for a babe, I want someone who could send me nudes, if you got tits then ur good. This is the information that I don’t need, they are too forward. If you want to speak eloquently about railing someone, you might as well do it in the second stage of dating.

Until I see a profile that did catch my interest. Natasha Romanoff, 36 years old. “I like making new friends.”

She’s a real eye-catcher.

And, she’s not your typical American, she looked too European to be American. Perhaps she was Russian and possibly was born from there, unless I may have assumed it in a wrong way. I decided to click on her profile and gave her a small greeting message.

Me: hey! :D

I didn’t wait much for her reply since I had Calculus homework that I had to do, so I grabbed my pencil and went back to studying. It was almost midnight when she replied, and I was tireless when I received her message.

NatsRomanoff: Hey there :) what suddenly brings you here?

What suddenly brings you here, I thought as I read that message. I could say: nothing much, I just want to say you’re really pretty or I want you to lick my neck with your devilish tongue so that I could be compelled to you. Although the second option was too forward, too soon. I decided to type something else.

Me: my friends told me about this website, idk why. i think it’s because they think i’m pretty lonely, plus it’s also fun. as they said.

NatsRomanoff: Hahaha, that seems cute. I hope the people here doesn’t scare you off unless you’re only talking to one person.

Me: i only plan to talk to one person and hopefully that’s you

NatsRomanoff: You must be adorable, what’s your name?

Should I give her a piece of information about myself? Would it be risky enough to say my name and let her rattle all over me? Or would I not let her in and continue on with my basic life? Yes, basic. My life in the outside world isn’t as fun as it seems. I go to school, learn a few things, have my piano lessons, and come back home with a gaunt look on my face that wasn’t too inviting. Go on, tell her! My head won’t stop telling me to do so, my fingers are on the keyboard as I try to think of any other names that I would use.

Me: Y/N. you?

NatsRomanoff: Pretty name :) Natasha, even though you can see that in my bio.

Me: sorry. i was trying to be formal lol

NatsRomanoff: What’s your sexuality? I don’t want to assume that you’re a girl or a boy, or neither.

Me: i’m a girl!

NatsRomanoff: Cute :) so can I call you a pretty girl then?

I try my hardest not to form a smile or a significant sparkling feeling inside of me as I know that I could fall for someone on the internet in less than a month. But heck, I blushed hard.

Me: yes, why not haha

NatsRomanoff: :)) how old are you, pretty girl?

Me: I’m nineteen, almost twenty in two months!

NatsRomanoff: That’s cute, really adorable I’m gonna be honest. You don’t mind talking to someone older, yeah?

I put my laptop away for a short minute and thought long and hard about our age difference. We were seventeen years apart, she’s almost two decades older than me and I have this sort of romanticization of being with older people. They bring so much comfort to you that you ought to believe that they will always protect you and be more mature than you are, so that’s probably the reason why I love being in that type of situation in the first place. Though, I could never be in one. My parents would kill me.

But they aren’t here, so…

Me: not at all. :)

NatsRomanoff: I’d ask if you could send me a photo of you, but you can’t do that here.

Me: Well, when do you get out of prison?

NatsRomanoff: Two years, pretty girl. Why? Care to visit a poor old woman like me? :)

Me: aren’t we friends?

NatsRomanoff: Of course, we are. I’d like to see you someday, hoping you wouldn’t run off.

Me: why would you say that? lol

NatsRomanoff: Aren’t you scared that I’m some old woman who is a prisoner? You don’t know my crimes.

Me: do you want to tell them to me?

NatsRomanoff: I’d keep it a secret for now :) but, I’d like to see you someday. Anyway, I have to go. Can I talk to you again tomorrow? Pretty girl? :(

The real deal question was: why wasn’t I scared? Why was I willing enough to give myself to a prisoner? I wouldn’t know what she has done, I wouldn’t know anything about her. But she seemed so kind enough that she doesn’t give me the peevish and creepy vibes that I’d always feel when it comes to other people–especially her age. I bit my inner cheek and thought about what to type with her calling me a pretty girl. Referring to me as one even though I hardly believe in such a name like that.

Me: of course, tasha! goodnight :)

NatsRomanoff: Goodnight, pretty girl.

                                                           —

The next few days went pretty smoothly and ambling. It felt like I was in this word heaven as I called it whenever I would be talking to Natasha. Perhaps paradise would be a fitting term for our messages. My friends knew about Natasha, they even told me to flirt a little. But I gave them a hint that I wasn’t ready for anything like that, knowing what they were trying to tell me. Natasha knew a few facts about me that I told her a few days ago. And she gave me small pieces of information about her too, which made me admire her more. Before she got arrested, she was working at a bar and would spend her quality time at the library, telling me that she had a spot that is now taken by everyone else. I told her that I also like reading and that’s how we mostly connect; we send each other book recommendations. Apparently, she likes The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, she said the book reminded me of her–even though that was a little confusing on why. I told her about the book called The Price of Salt because of my age difference with Natasha. She said she had read that one, and we both laughed about it.

NatsRomanoff: You seem like such a smart girl for your age :) What school are you going to?

I read her message, again and again, thinking if I should tell her what school I’m attending. My friends told me not to give any information that would lead to my address, but it’s Natasha, right? She wouldn’t hurt me, even though I’d only known her for five days. Plus, she constantly reminds me that I don’t have to say anything that would offend me.

Me: columbia University, i have a scholarship. :)

NatsRomanoff: You must be academically inclined then :) Love smart girls like you.

Me: lol what does that mean?

NatsRomanoff: I’m sure you know what I’m trying to say.

No, I don’t know what she’s trying to imply–does that make me feel stupid?

Me: anyway, i have to do some reading before i go to bed :(

NatsRomanoff: Aw, come on :( I want to talk to you some more, stay here baby.

I almost threw my laptop in the air as I read that word. Baby, I thought with a whimsical smile on my face. She’s getting into me. I imagine her being in my bed right at this moment, her hand on my knee as she tells me so many stories about herself before her life in prison. Touch me, Natasha. Put your hand on my core, massage it and tell me how much I can be yours. Whisper into my ear and tell me that I’m the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, that you have to eat. That lewd thought quickly went away when I received another message from her.

NatsRomanoff: Can I call you baby?

Me: of course, you can.

NatsRomanoff: Good. I love us being friends, I haven’t talked to anyone like this in such a long time. I understand if you’re tired, I’ll message you soon. Goodnight, baby girl :)

                                                            —

Days have turned into weeks, weeks have turned into months, and I’ve caught myself falling in love with Natasha Romanoff, not knowing her criminal record or her basic life. Just a small fact about herself that she rarely tells me since she stated that she’s more interested in my life than hers. I didn’t mind, it’s not like I could ask her again, but it did get me wondering why on earth she wasn’t telling me in the first place?

I was lying down on my couch with a book sprawled all over my face, just like how I’d be in bed whenever I think about Natasha. We’ve said some dirty text to each other, but not in a way that we tell our fantasies to one another. I like to imagine a lot, it’s like I make them into my own little world and I drag her through it–let her know what I like and don’t like. I’ve never told anyone about my fantasy, nor hers. I guess we were practically the same people.

NatsRomanoff: I have something to tell you, but promise you won’t freak out.

Why would I freak out? Is she going to say something intense that would scare me off? There’s nothing that could scare me off when it’s only from her, or maybe that’s how submissive and giving I am.

Me: shoot.

NatsRomanoff: I have this fantasy of breaking into your house and watching you sleep. If not asleep, then you’d be standing there with a frightened look on your face. I would touch you without your consent and quiet you down since you’re a bad kitty. Is it okay if I say I want to touch you without your permission? How about if I slip my fingers inside of you without your permission? Would you still allow me? Just tell me to back off, I obviously won’t do anything if you say no. Think of it as a kink.

I felt myself beginning to get wet as I read through the whole message from her. She makes my body tremble with the need for her touch, how much I crave for her fingers or her tongue to lather up all over my skin. My face began to heat up like a kettle, my toes were curling against the sheets, and my hands were sweating as well as my forehead. I wanted what she wanted, I fantasized about it long before she did. Unless she has done it first, I wouldn’t really care. The fact that we share the same thought probably meant how much we are connected. I typed fast and sent it, moaning quietly with the raging thought of her breaking into my house with a threatening look on her face.

Me: that’s really hot, tash…

NatsRomanoff: Do you want that to happen, little girl?

Call me that again, call me your little girl, Natasha. I promise that I can be good to you, I’ll suck your thumb for you and kiss your neck, I’ll let you open me up and take me until I’m bursting into tears, you only know how to make my world shatter. You know.

Me: yes.

NatsRomanoff: Call me Daddy, baby.

Me: Daddy.

NatsRomanoff: You love Daddy?

Me: yes.

NatsRomanoff: I have a strap-on in my cell, did you know that? Before you, I’d fuck girls with it. And now whenever I see that toy, I just want to use it on you so badly. I bet your pussy is tight, are you a virgin?

To her disappointment, I wasn’t. I’ve had sex with a girl twice, but it wasn’t as good as I thought it would be. Losing your virginity should be special, and it wasn’t. As much as I want to say it felt nice, it’s not as good as I thought it would be. Or maybe, I was expecting an older person willing to take me instead. Could that be Natasha when she comes out in two years? I can’t wait any longer, I could feel my legs opening up for her.

Me: i’ve had sex before :( is that okay with you?

NatsRomanoff: That’s okay baby. I’m a little disappointed that you’ve had sex, but it’s alright. Promise me no one else will touch your pussy except me. Promise me.

Me: i promise.

NatsRomanoff: I love you, little girl. Can’t wait to see you.

That was her final message before she went offline, and it made my eyes quirk in confusion. Can’t wait to see you. Was there a possible chance that she escaped from prison and broke into my home, fulfilling our fantasies of one another? Couldn’t be true, she wouldn’t do such a thing.

I decided to close my laptop and turned off my lamp, my body shifting against the mattress while I had my legs pressed hard against each other–shamefully trying to get some friction that would make me think of her lewdly once more as my nipples started to perk with the chill thought.

                                                           —

I tried texting Natasha over and over again for a whole week, but she never responded. It took me time to realize that maybe she has met someone else who was willing to give themselves to her, to be much more open when it comes to sex. Was it because I was not a virgin? Did she shame me for that? Or maybe, just maybe, she has escaped prison and is finding my location?

Stupid, stupid thoughts. She wouldn’t know my location, but I’ve given her a hint now since I went to Columbia University. It’s not that I was frightened, maybe a little, but it was because I don’t know anything much about her that she’s capable enough to hurt me.

I tried surpassing the thought and went back home soundly with my keys jangling on my bag, it was attached to the metal zipper. Except that, the door was unlocked, which gave me a thought of someone breaking in. Could it be Natasha? Was she fulfilling the fantasies that we’ve created together? I shook my head and walked to the apartment–getting a different feeling from the atmosphere. Everything seemed normal, perhaps I might’ve forgotten to lock my home. I dropped my schoolbag on the ground and removed my jacket, the hair on my skin getting sensitive because of the cold mystic air from the outside of my window. I turned around and almost stumbled on the couch when suddenly I saw a figure who was standing in front of me, I didn’t know who it was.

“What the fuck?!” I exclaimed, stepping away from the redhead woman–who’s honestly very daunting–as I tried to find a piece of glass or any object that would be my self-defense. Instead, she gives me an evil smirk and wraps her free arm around my neck, pulling me close to her until I realize who this person was.

This was, in fact, Natasha Romanoff. She has escaped prison.

I didn’t even give her my address.

“Shh,” she coos over and over again, cupping my face tightly. I do admit I was trying to free myself from her, but she was so strong. “You’re so beautiful in real life, and so tiny. C’mere, don’t be scared. It’s me, Natasha, why are you trying to fret me?”

“L-Let me go!” I said, kicking off my feet.

“Shh, stop baby stop…”

“No!” I screamed kicking my feet again, my hands trying to push her chest. But God forbid, she was undeniably strong. Her arms were wrapped around my torso like it was a life sentence, I kept screaming until I felt her hand smack against my left cheek–making me whimper aloud.

“If you scream again,” she breathes heavily and nips on my earlobe so that I could feel her warm breath–my core is beginning to pool with wetness. “I will cut your tongue out. You better stay fucking quiet.”

She never let go of my body and instead, kissed me hard on the lips. It felt consensual since I let her do it, and I almost melted from the kiss that I wasn’t expecting from her. Her mouth felt warm and cooled my lips, and I realized how we were both famished for our lips to touch. I never thought about it happening this way, though it felt romantic and incredibly arousing as she kisses my lips hard and passionate. I was desperate for her not to pull away, but she did with a pant.

“Gonna fulfill that fantasy we both wanted,” she whispers with a low grunt, pushing me to the couch while unbuckling her belt. “I have my fat cock with me, and I know how much you’re going to like it. So better yet open your legs and show me that pretty pussy of yours.”

I did not waste time removing my pants and snapping my legs together as the air hit my wet cunt. She sees the action and furrows her eyebrows, her hands in between my knees as she pushes them away, departing if you have a deeper term. Her eyes were so dark that you couldn’t see much green in them and her mouth was foaming when my bare cunt was shown, my clit beating hard.

“Gonna give yourself to me, m’kay? Gonna fucking ruin this hole until you’re mine. In fact, I’ll have to hurt you if you disobey me. Might as well break your legs so that you could never run off from me, understood?”

“But–”

A sharp slap made contact with my inner thigh as I gasped out in pain, mostly pleasure. She watches my lips being bitten by me and almost wanted her dildo pressed against my mouth, slithering herself in until she fucks my mouth as if it was the gaping hole of my vagina. I was ready–so ready–to submit myself to her, to make her smack me until I bled. I wanted her to do everything she wanted, let alone if she had to take me in the ass. I stare at her and notice how hungry she was for my pussy, please just fuck me.

She pulls down her pants and I see a dark purple dildo that looked insanely big for my preferred size. I looked at her with horror but she was smiling down at me, meaningless to say I have no way out. She brings the tip to my entrance and thrusts inside of me with one go, my mouth screaming in pain and pleasure. In an instant, my hand was around her neck and I felt her mouth kissing mine again–though this one was a sloppier one.

“Fuck,” she murmurs more to herself, enjoying the sight of her cock fully inside of my cunt. “Look at you, taking a prisoner’s dick. Ya like that, don’t you baby? Want me to fuck you on this couch?”

I nodded.

She snaps her hips into me, making the couch squeak with how forceful it was. I was moaning with each thrust, my chest burning up at how fast the pace was going–I couldn’t take it, she was so big. Yet, I didn’t care. I wanted her to do this to me, I wanted her to take me until I’ve become such a slut for her that everyone would know who I belonged to. She buries her face into the crook of my neck as I hear her let out a whiny moan.

“Oh, baby! Mmph, you fucking feel so good…” she pushes my hair away from my face to take a better look at me, and she chuckles. Fucking chuckles. “You are a slut, aren’t you? Tell me you’re my whore baby, come on–tell Daddy.”

“I-I’m–” my breath hitches as I felt my breasts bouncing up and down with the speed of her shallow thrusts. I’ve grown wetter than I imagined. “I’m your whore, Daddy…”

“Daddy is crazy ‘bout you,” she sniffs into my neck heavily that I practically heard it. “Gonna make this pussy mine. I’ll make sure of it.”

this was insanely hot for me i’m sorry

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fanfic #dark natasha #black widow x reader #black widow x you #natasha romanoff fic #prisoner!natasha #a's oneshots!

[starhvney]

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟑 | 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑: 𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐃

𝐂𝐖: more stalking mentions

𝐀/𝐍: sisters i'm back from war

𝐖𝐂: 4,700 +

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

a sigh of relief leaves your lips as you flop down onto your bed, the impact making a dull squeaking sound against the matress. the weekend was finally here, and you had spent most of your saturday recharging your social battery in bed.

buzz

slowly, you turn over on your side, fumbling in your pocket for your phone.

laurance: hey!

you: hi! what’s up?

laurance: do you want to hang out today?

you pause, before shooting up in place with a newfound energy. did he really want to be friends and hang out? already? your old friends usually never reached out first.

you: sure! where at?

your hands tremble. you responded super quick. was that too eager?

laurance: ok cool :) how about the park a couple streets down from where you and aphmau live?

…

you: how do you know where we live?

laurance: ohh lol i didn’t mean to sound creepy, i forgot you weren’t with us

laurance: i ran into aphmau after my practice and her detention and we walked home together, i actually live pretty close to where you guys do :D

you: ohhh! that makes a lot more sense hahaha

you: i was gonna sayyy

laurance: lmao my bad i’m not a stalker i swear

…

laurance: but fr do you want to hang out at the park? if you don’t want to it’s fine

laurance: you can invite aphmau too, she hasn’t texted me so i don’t have her number. garroth is gonna come by too

you: yeah, i do! what time?

laurance: at 1-ish? i’ll text you when i’m headed there

you glance at the time. that’s in an hour.

you: ok! i’ll text aphmau too

laurance: cool :) ttyl

you clumsily roll yourself back up out of your bed, dragging your worn socks along the floors to the living room as you send a text to aphmau about the invite.

entering the living room, you find your mom sitting in the recliner while watching one of her criminal mystery shows she’s into. is it rizolli & isles? yeah, that main character is cool.

“hey mom?”

she perks up at your voice, shifting the reading glasses that rested on her nose as she adjusts the fluffy robe she wore.

“yes?”

“my friend from school invited me to hang out at the park in our neighborhood in an hour or so. can i go?”

she leans forward with an arched eyebrow. “what friend?”

“um… one of the guy friends i made in my class. and two other friends are going, too. one of them is aphmau.” you explain. “the boys are really nice and respectful, i promise.”

“ooh, boys? do you like one of them already?” she cheekily grins at you, scrunching her shoulders up and tucking her chin down with a goofy giggle.

“mom, no! we’re just all friends.”

she hums, seemingly satisfied with your level of embarrassment.

“okay, just text me updates on what y’all are doing.”

“okay, thanks mom.” you nod, before running back up to your room to get ready.

☆

you find a tree to stand under, squinting down at your phone as small glares of the sun shine through the leaves and reflect into your eyes from the screen.

you: i’m here! under the tree by the entrance

you: like the one to my neighborhood

you: i think

looking up from your phone, you take a glance around the active park. kids played with their parents in the grass, some groups of kids around my age were messing around, and even an old couple sat peacefully on a bench nearby. a light breeze blows warm air against your face, combing through your hair and carrying the refreshing scent of the pristinely watered grass along with it. you honestly wouldn’t mind spending a day here by yourself.

back in those smaller towns south of meteli, there were a few good people with a sense of meaning in their lives, but you wouldn’t find this many people together and happy at once unless there was… alcohol involved. for the most part, at least. 

“hey.” a honeyed voice startles you as you jump and turn around to the source.

laurance looks down at you amusedly, a small giggle leaving his lips as he breaks out into a grin. his sun-kissed cheeks scrunched along with his nose, something you’ve noticed he does when he smiles.

this is the first time you’ve seen him out of the formal school uniform. he wore a loose, short-sleeved green button up over a beige t-shirt, paired with some jeans and a beat up pair of black converse. around his neck he had a brown braided leather necklace, just loose enough to not be considered a choker.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“no, it’s fine! i was just lost in thought,” you wave your hand dismissively, giving a sheepish smile. “hi.”

suddenly, your phone buzzes, and you quickly look down to check.

aphmau: i’m on my way! almost there ^^

you: okok cool! laurance and i are here

“aphmau’s almost here,” you announce, before pocketing your phone away.

laurance nods with a hum before slowly and mindlessly walking forward, his hands shoved in his front pockets.

“so, you moved here this summer right?” he asks.

“yeah. i actually moved in a couple days before school started,” you chuckle at his face as he looks at you in surprise. “but recently my parents told me we actually lived here for a bit when i was younger. i don’t really remember it, though.”

“huh. so you don’t remember any friends from that time either?”

“turns out i actually knew aphmau, and i think there’s a few pictures of me with some other kids i was friends with at the time. i think our parents were close, too… but i haven’t heard anything from my parents.” you shrug. “they don’t like talking about it, for whatever reason.”

“well it’s cool you got to reunite with aphmau, even if you don’t remember being friends with her.”

you can’t help but smile at his optimistic perspective. he seemed so intimidatingly outgoing and suave when you first met him, but his confidence wasn’t overbearing or exhausting. it was refreshing, like sun rays against your face on a cool day. 

“so you moved here from the meteli area, too?”

“yeah, my parents moved us here towards the end of my time in elementary. just out of this neighborhood there’s some designated farmland and we live on some of the property close to here.” he explains, a bit sheepishly at that. “it’s nice being close to the city but still enjoying the nature and animals and stuff.”

“there’s farms here…? cool! i wish we lived out of a neighborhood, that sounds really peaceful,” you smile. “so you’re close enough to walk here?”

his shoulders sag in what seems to be relief as he grins back at you.

“yeah, but it’s kind of a long walk so my older sister drives me to school in the mornings most of the time. i think you’d be good friends with her, actually. maybe you can meet her at school or come visit sometime…” he trails off, looking up ahead. “oh, there’s aphmau.”

you smile at the suggestion before turning to see the shorter girl. she wore khaki mini shorts with cute sandals and a red square-necked cami—she looked adorable.

“hey, aphmau!” you call out as the two of you approach her. she startles abruptly as usual. 

“oh!” she gasps, putting her hand over her heart. “why do i feel like you guys are always sneaking up on me?”

laurance chuckles, scratching the side of his head. “we said hey… it’s not our fault you’re so jumpy.”

her shoulders slump as she narrows her eyes at him, amber irises framed by her wispy lashes. you snort at the sight, causing her to direct her oh-so-intimidating glare at you.

you raise your hands up in surrender with a grin, circling next to her to wrap your arm around her shoulders. “aphmau, you’re too cutesie to be intimidating, but i can admire your effort. i love your outfit, by the way.”

“wha- i- hey! i mean… thanks?” she babbles out flusteredly, her cheeks turning red as she blinks up at you.

“yeah! so, aphmau. we were talking about where we lived and stuff. did you always live here in phoenix drop?” you ask, linking your other arm with laurance as you lazily begin walking along the concrete path in front of you.

a breeze gently blows against your faces and combs through your hair, the wind warm from the late summer heat.

“um, no actually! i used to live here as a kid, and then my family moved away for a little bit for some reason...”

“huh, i didn’t know you moved away for a while, too,” you mutter, eyes drifting away in thought.

why didn’t your parents ever mention why you moved away? and if they were part of some friend group and they moved away too—like sylvanna and aphmau—what made them split apart like that? your mind wanders to the little boys from that childhood photo hanging on the wall in aphmau’s house. did their family move away, too?

“yeah, now that i think about it mom never told me why,” she wonders aloud, her eyes owlishly looking up at mine.

“mhm, weird... anyways, i was just talking about how i don’t really remember anyone from that time.”

“yeah, same here. i was too young to be able to keep up with them.”

“well, now you both have a new friend,” laurance says, before he scratches the nape of his neck. “i mean, if you guys will be mine, that is.”

“well yeah, of course!” you smile, unhooking your arms from both of them before striding forward, turning to walk backwards as you face them.

“i don’t mind…” aphmau says, placing her hands behind her back.

laurance’s gray-blue eyes brighten, his face almost lifting as his sight shifts from aphmau to you. his happiness is seemingly short-lived, though, as a deeper voice abruptly interrupts our heartfelt talk.

“gross.”

the three of you stop in your tracks, looking off to behind you where the voice came from. a tall boy in grungy attire looks at the three of you impassively, though his body language could be read as condescending. black messy hair contrasted with his complexion. he glared back at laurance, dark lashes and deep eye circles framing his dark colored eyes.

“good to see you at this park again, laurance.” he calls out to the boy next to you.

“gene.” laurance curtly responds, crossing his arms and irritatedly rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

you look at aphmau out of the corner of your eye, who spares you a nervous glance. 

“what do you want?” laurance groans.

“we just wanted to say hi, laurance.” your attention turns to the lazy voice coming from behind gene.

a girl with silver white hair and sleepy amethyst-colored eyes boredly stares at your friend as she lounges under a nearby tree. next to her is another boy with furrowed brows, his lips seemingly in a permanent downward twist. his reddish-brown hair hung over his similarly colored eyes as he sat with hunched shoulders next to the girl. 

“so rude.” he muses condescendingly.

“who are these guys?” you question, your voice coming out quieter than you intended.

sharp, deep blue eyes snap down to you. you suddenly feel small as his eyes squint, observing you from where he stood.

“yeah, you’re not even gonna properly introduce us to them?” questions gene, who seemingly is the leader of this trio.

“if rather not, no.” laurance says, his voice clipped as he shoves his hands in his pockets.

“fine then, i’ll be a gentleman and do it myself,” he slowly walks closer to us, eyes finally leaving you as he glances over to aphmau. “i’m gene, i’m the leader of the shadow knights.”

“shadow knights?” your eyebrows pinch together.

“it’s our group. if you want to know more, you could always join us.”

“enough, gene. leave them alone.”

gene looks back at laurance with a mix of amusement and annoyance, his eyes narrowing as he smirks at him. you glance over at aphmau again, who is glancing between the two boys with a look of utter bewilderment.

“in any case, if you’re interested in having some close friends, you should check us out. we usually hang out at this park to talk and do group activities, so feel free to stop by.” gene’s hooded eyes dart from aphmau’s back to mine.

“uh, thanks… i’ll think about it.”

“no.” laurance sharply interjects.

“huh?” aphmau questions. 

“laurance used to be in our group, but he wasn’t hardcore enough.” gene vaguely explains, but it’s enough for you to know which side to take in this situation. especially as he crosses his arms, the faint smell of a musky cologne mixed with a cigarette meeting your nose.

“what?” aphmau questions again, seemingly too naive to understand what’s happening here.

“we’re walking away,” laurance grits.

“a guy who walks away from his problems? i wouldn’t want to be with someone like that.” the boy under the tree taunts, his lips curving up into a smirk.

“so true, zenix.” the girl replies, her dark shadowed lids narrowing in amusement.

“come on. let’s go somewhere else.” laurance’s hands grab both yours and aphmau’s arm, dragging you away from the group.

“what?” aphmau repeats like a broken soundboard, still not catching on.

“you used to be cool, laurance!” gene calls out after the three of you. 

you quickly make your way from the group, finding yourselves on a bridge that went over the river. laurance releases you from his grip, sighing irritatedly and crossing his arms to try to calm himself down.

“laurance? what was that about?” aphmau seems exasperated in her confusion at this point.

“gene and his gang.” he poorly elaborates as he glares back at where you came from.

“gene… oh wait, dante’s older brother?” she puts a finger on her chin.

“you know dante?”

“uh, kinda. we’ve met.”

“anyways, gene is the leader of his group of “mischief makers” at school. they’re delinquents really. they call themselves the “shadow knights”. it’s… real stupid. in any case, they’re bad apples, so you two shouldn’t hang out with them.”

“sounds like you know that from personal experience.  when he said “you used to be cool”… did you?…” you tilt your head.

“when i was a freshman, i thought their group was cool because they were so confident and just seemed… well, anyways, they just like to cause drama and rebel against any authority. gene isn’t as crazy when he’s around dante, but he’s definitely encouraged his recent outgoing spurt.”

“oh, i see…” aphmau nods. 

“yeah, i highly recommend not talking to them. you should stay away from them in general.” laurance uncrosses his arms, taking another deep breath and rolling his shoulders back.

“hey guys!” a familiar deep and smooth voice calls out. 

aphmau’s eyes widen as she whips around. all of our attention turns to garroth, who gives a small wave in our direction. his hands are pocketed inside his navy blue and gold letterman jacket. he wore a simple neat white tee underneath, paired with light wash jeans and dark red sneakers. bright white teeth flash at us as his mouth widens into a perfect model smile.

“hey, garroth!” laurance greets with equal cheeriness.

“you didn’t tell me they were gonna be here too?”

laurance scratches the nape of his neck, ruffling the wavy strands that flipped out messily into his fingers. he seems much more relaxed than he was mere moments ago, his posture lax as an easygoing chuckle left his lips.

“yeah, i invited them last minute, my bad. plus… i knew you’d be late.”

“what, you have their phone numbers?” garroth turns to you and aphmau with a pout. “wow, i see you’ve picked a favorite friend over me already?”

yours and aphmau’s jaws drop open and you make a shocked noise as you try to come up with a response before crossing your arms as garroth and laurance begin to laugh at you.

“if you want my number you can just say so,” you clear your throat, satisfied with the way garroth’s ears redden in embarrassment.

laurance clutches his stomach and belts out a laugh, clapping the now quiet blonde on the back before wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“wow, you actually made him shy for once!” he cackles. “stay humble, garroth.”

garroth finally gathers his bearings, rolling his eyes at his best friend’s exaggeration.

“shut up.”

you cover your grin and snicker, hoping your cheeks weren’t as red as they felt.

“i was just messing with you, but i really don’t mind sharing numbers if you want.”

“oh? so i’m just a side piece to you now? leaving me for garroth?” laurance waggles his brows, leaning into you with an insufferable smirk on his lips.

you shove him off with a groan, now being the one to roll your eyes at the very charismatic boy. 

“oh, whatever.”

you turn to aphmau, who had gone very quiet, and is now blinking up at the three of you with her mouth slightly agape. laurance and garroth curiously turn their attention to the girl as well, causing her to snap out of her awkward daze.

“oh! um,” she clears her throat. “the sun is getting kinda hot, wanna go sit on that bench under that tree?”

☆

the four of you end up talking for almost half an hour about whatever random topic came to mind. you learned garroth has two little brothers, both of them being in aphmau’s class, laurance likes to cook dinner for his family some nights, and aphmau is obsessed with cats.

a car honk interrupts your train of thought, and you hear sylvanna’s voice shout from out of sight, somewhere behind the two taller boys who blocked your vision.

“aphmau! i’m going to the store and i was wondering… wait, are those boys you’re with?!” she yells, uncaring of who hears as her voice projects from the car window.

“oh wow…” you start to cackle, buckling over from where you sat on the bench as aphmau’s cheeks burn from embarrassment.

“mom! you said you trusted me!!”

“well, i do! and i’m respecting your privacy by staying in the car! but you said you were gonna meet with-“ you decide to fully stand, sparing aphmau from further mortifying humiliation as you cheerfully wave at the woman.

“hi miss sylvanna!”

“-oh, hi mija! i’m glad to see you’re here!” she completely switched her tone, giving you a cutesy little wave with a bright smile.

“this is so embarrassing…” aphmau covers her face, groaning into her hand. “i’m sorry, guys…”

“it’s fine, my dad is that way about my sister, too.” laurance waves off the apology, giving the poor anxiety ridden girl a lax smile.

garroth shrugs, scratching the nape of his neck as he looks over at sylvanna.

“i can feel her staring into my soul…”

you snicker, and aphmau releases a deep sigh.

“um, sorry to cut this short, but i’m gonna go with her to the store. i’m gonna have a talk with her about her telling problem.”

“no worries, we’ll see you at school.”

she nods, mumbling a, “for sure,” before waving and awkwardly walking over to the red car.

garroth opens his mouth like he wants to say something, before quietly sighing and pressing his lips together.

“hey, i’m gonna go say hi to her but i’ll be right back,” you say, jogging after aphmau to her mom’s vehicle before waiting for a response.

as the younger girl clambers into the passenger seat with a pout, you near sylvanna’s still rolled down window. she smiles up at you in her athleisure wear outfit and cute ponytail.

“hi! gonna go grocery shopping?” you ask, smiling cheerfully at the woman to hopefully relieve some tension.

she nods enthusiastically, gripping onto the steering wheel as her shoulders shrug up in excitement.

“yep! i’m going to try a new recipe for dinner tonight! a friend of mine sent it to me. it's gonna be supes delish!”

you giggle at her strange way of acting young and hip.

“sounds good!”

“if you want, you can come have dinner with us tonight!”

you raise your eyebrows at the invitation, feeling a genuine, giddy smile lift on your lips.

“wow, really? i’ll ask my mom but i’m sure i can come.”

“great! i’ll see you later, sweetie!”

“bye! bye, aph!” you wave at your friend, who is still slumped in her seat.

she halfheartedly waves back, before you step back onto the sidewalk and begin to return to the two boys. as sylvanna slowly lets off the breaks and rolls up the window, you can already hear them begin to bicker.

“are you mad at me, mija?”

“yes!”

you snort and shake your head, quickly pacing back to garroth and laurance with a small grin on your face. they seem to be having a strangely serious conversation as they reset their elbows on their knees, speaking to each other in low voices.

“i’m back. having a secret meeting without me?” you announce, not wanting to awkwardly overhear something private.

the two flinch, straightening up in surprise at your approach. laurance leans back, scratching the side of his head while garroth looks up at you with wide eyes.

“uh, just kidding…”

they both laugh off their weird behavior, standing and stretching from the bench. laurance raises his arms in the air, before resting one on garroth’s shoulder and leaning closer to you. you suddenly feel dwarfed by the two boys in front of you. is this how aphmau feels all the time?

“we were just… arguing over something. hey, do you like soccer or baseball more?”

garroth strangely glares at laurance from the corner of his eye, before quietly looking back at you for your answer. your nose wrinkles in confusion.

“huh?”

weren’t they the captains of each team?

“just answer.”

“uhh, well i’m more familiar with baseball…”

you watch as garroth’s eyes light up, and he elbows laurance’s side with a… very cute giggle. laurance pouts, falling onto his friend's shoulder similarly to a wet noodle and stumbling over dramatically.

“you should come watch some of the games when it’s baseball season, then.

“but soccer is cooler! you should come watch the soccer team.”

you huff out a nervous laugh, tugging on a loose strand of hair as you try to think of a smooth way to turn off the bright spotlight that had been put on you. 

“well- um- i think… both are cool…”

nailed it.

laurance snorts, covering his eyes for a moment as he laughs at you. you think you hear a small “cute” between his quiet giggles and suddenly your feet are much more interesting than the faces of the two boys in front of you.

“then you can come to watch both of us, deal?” he extends out his pinky finger to you.

“yeah, that sounds like fun, actually!”

your pinky locks with his, but when you try to pull away he pinches your finger between his.

“garroth you have to also be in the pinky promise? what are you doing?” laurance sasses the blonde boy who stood slightly taller next to him.

he sighs, before reaching forward and linking his pinky around the two of yours.

“it’s a deal.”

☆

you hop out onto the front porch, leaning back in the doorway to call out to your parents before shutting the door behind you.

“i’ll be back in a bit!”

your eyes trail along the tree-lined neighborhood as your feet meet the pavement, scanning the street as the early evening sun casts a foggy orange glow against the ground.

the reflection of the sun glinting against a car catches your attention, and when you focus on the offending glass your breath catches in your throat. a familiar-looking all-black suv with heavily tinted windows sits looking out of place against all of the other family vehicles on the street.

it’s not parked in front of any particular house, and the sun reflects too brightly on the dark windows to see if anyone is sitting inside. you swallow down the thick saliva that had begun to coat your mouth, clearing your throat as you kept your eyes trained on the suv.

no. you moved far away and so suddenly. they wouldn’t have found you so quickly. it’s just your imagination. plenty of people have that type of vehicle. you’re overthinking. you’re overthinking.

the sidewalk leading up to the red door in front of you seems longer than the last time you were here, and you couldn’t have stretched your stride out any further as you held yourself back from sprinting the distance. your heart thuds erratically, pushing against your rib cage as you attempt to knock as casually as you can against the wood.

the door lifts almost immediately from beneath your knuckles, revealing a familiar comforting warm face—your saving grace. her excited smile loses its charm as the corners of her mouth drop.

“are you okay sweetie? you look like you’ve seen a ghost…”

she steps up to you, placing her hand against your clammy forehead to check for a temperature. when she doesn’t sense you’re sick, her sepia tinted eyes scan behind you, a fierce looking protectiveness in them as she guides you into her home.

“i’m fine… i’m probably just hungry,” you laugh it off, the noise sounding forced and your voice wobbling uneasily.

she stares at you for a moment, lips pursing as she rests her hands on your shoulders, the cool metal of her gold rings somehow helping you calm down. she seems to let go of your anxious state, humming in slight disbelief as she guides you toward the kitchen.

“well, i have the perfect solution to that.”

aphmau stands by the fridge, sipping on a pepsi and grabbing another one out of the fridge. she’s changed out of her earlier outfit, instead wearing a casual red tee and gray sweat shorts.

“hi!”

“hey!” you grab the can from her, returning the smile she gives you. “thanks.”

sylvanna clears her throat, gesturing to the oven in front of her. in one large saucepan was some pasta with a cheesy, orange sauce mixed in, next to a pan with some delicious-smelling chicken breast.

“spicy rigatoni! and some chicken to go with it. i didn’t add too much paprika because i wasn’t sure how much spice you could handle. but i promise it’s gonna be so delish, yo!”

“i love spicy food. it sounds delicious! thank you, sylvanna.”

“aw, of course mija! now both of you get your plates first and we can eat at the table!”

you gratefully pile your serving into one of the pretty talavera bowls she handed you, and soon the three of you sit at their polished dining table.

“so,” sylvanna suddenly instigates, leaning towards you with a fiery look in her eyes. “who were those boys you two were with earlier, hm?”

aphmau groans, thudding her head back against her dining chair and dramatically sliding down.

“mom.”

“i’m just curious!” she giggles, before comically turning serious again. “but seriously.”

“uhhh…” you laugh nervously, poking into your dish with your fork. “they’re some friends aphmau and i made. they’re in my class so i talk to them a lot. they’re pretty nice, actually.”

she hums with her eyes narrowed, before clearing her throat with an uneasy look.

“well, even if boys seem nice, don’t trust them. you never know their intentions.”

you blink at her grave tone and scary expression, nodding stiffly. aphmau pinches the bridge of her nose, shaking her head and distracting herself by shoving some pasta in her mouth. sylvanna laughs loudly, waving her hand and moving on to another topic.

“anyways, how is school for you so far?”

“um, the classes are pretty easy so far, actually. but it is only the first week.”

“have you run into anyone mean?”

your eyes dart to amber ones, and aphmau merely gives you a pleading look of refusal in return, her cheeks full of pasta.

“…no.”

“good! if either of you run into trouble you tell me and i will take care of it! you may not be my daughter but i’m close enough with your mom to take care of you like one, okay?”

you nod, and the home cooked meal suddenly felt a lot warmer in your stomach.

“thank you.”

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[frecklystars]

AHHHHH the girl who gave me her lipstick when I was at that party weeks ago, she invited me over to her place tonight to go swimming in her "giant pool under the stars" and I’m like,,, baffled bc I only spoke to her for barely 5 minutes at the party I can't believe she asked her family to invite me over again, for something that isn't princess-acting related. I'm so surprised. Of course I’m very grateful too, but I’m nervous hahaha… what do I do at such a high class place?? What do I wear?? Her family is going to be buying us expensive Pasta shipped from Italy???? And such??? To eat while we are swimming??? and they keep telling my dad "she's dying to talk to the princess, she really really wants to see Keri again!!!" LIKE WHAT HELLO WAIT WHAT. she's got these fancy cannolis she wants me to try!!! it took me a hot minute just to try to type the word cannolis!!!! How do I eat in front of rich people without making a fool of myself, do they have fancy forks???? what do we even talk about???? they're MINI CANNOLIS barely the size of my thumb, am i supposed to bite into them daintily or am I supposed to shove the whole thing in my mouth to prevent risk of crumb explosion and then chew as fast as possible so I can answer when they ask me a question like "so keri what do you do for fun" and then I have to say something anything other than "oh I draw and watch cartoons except I haven't done that in several months because I'm Going Through Something Right Now" like what am I supposed to say I enjoy?? I love spongebob so much he's like 50% of my personality??? I used to draw myself kissing robots and sometimes even get paid for it??? pasta is such a weird texture for me so i rarely eat pasta unless if its fettuccini from olive garden of all places bc that's the only type of pasta i've been able to tolerate, WHAT IF I CAN'T EAT THE PASTA LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN PERSON? [nick blaemire voice] A WHOLE ENTIRE PERSON???

#GIRL HELP IT'S IN ONE HOUR AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT SWIMSUIT TO WEAR #when she saw me i was wearing makeup and a big princess getup. i do not look like that irl #she’s gonna see me in my big purple glasses and no makeup and. idk my flower skirt??? and shes gonna be like WHOS THAT #i wanna make new friends so bad but at the same time this is terrifying oh my god do not perceive me #my poor ass cannot handle how many fancy spoons you have 😭😭 I do not belong in your world! why am I invited!! #um maybe she wants her lipstick back. i should bring it back. i deadass dont know why im invited #woof

[fly-forever-young]

can you do a Renjun ANGST?

Here I organized it a little bit for u.

♥♡∞:｡Title: My Silent Love.｡♥♡∞:｡.｡

͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ [Story size: -- ] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ '•.¸♡ Member: Renjun ♡¸.•' .·:¨༺Genre: ANGST, FLUFF ༻¨:·. . ˚◞♡ ⃗Plot: A handsome and quiet boy was transferred to your school, he doesn't talk to anyone and that's why you seem attracted to him. He was so quite that you were afraid of confessing your feelings. After a year and a half you thought: "Graduation's Coming soon and you might not see him again. You've liked him and you've liked him long enough." *ೃ༄

P.S: I will leave the rest to your author nim. 사랑해여 !!!

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"I hope you will warmly welcome your new classmate Renjun"

He is a skinny and not particularly tall guy with sweet facial features, you notice that you are not the only one who looks at him with enthusiasm but it has the same effect on the other girls as well.

Renjun sits in the second row near the window next to him an empty bench, looks out the window almost lost.

During the break, a lot of people are come together around him, you approach him introducing yourself as others do. He looks at you nodding with a small smile.

You: "Where are you from?"

Renjun: "China"

You: "Wow I bet it's a nice place"

He slowly nods and then pays attention to the others classmates. He nods that's what he does, he doesn't talk much unless it's direct questions. You walk away sitting at the back of your table where you look at it from afar, it is difficult to be the newcomer, surely you would feel uncomfortable too.

"It's been at least 3 months, it's impossible that he didn't become friends with anyone yet"

You and your friend are arguing about the mysterious silent boy.

You: "He's just shy, let him some time to adapt "

"Do you remember when Dave sat next to him to keep him company? Renjun didn't even say a word it's weird trust me"

You: "In my opinion it's interesting"

On a rainy day when your friend is absent, you decide to sit next to Renjun.

You: "Will it bother you if I get here today?"

Renjun looks at you and brings attention back to his notebook.

You: "I take it as an invitation, thank you"

You arrange your things and you look at him waiting for him to say something but he doesn't, so you decide to intervene.

You: "What do you draw?"

You lean your head trying to see his drawing but he moves the notebook away.

You: "Oh sorry I was just curious"

You: "You know I draw really bad so I like to see the drawings of others they are beautiful. My mother removed the drawings that I put on the fridge hahaha in fact they were really bad, just imagine you wake up at night to eat something and you find an orrible drawing of an owl on the fridge, I want to clarify that it was an owl, that it looks like a bat it takes away your appetite and who can then sleep thinking about bats-"

"HAVE YOU TWO FINISHED TALKING ?!"

The teacher approaches your desk quickly.

You: "Sorry it's my fault-"

"You don't draw during my hours give me the notebook Renjun"

Renjun obeys and hands over the notebook making you feel guilty.

You: " he has nothing to do with it, it was me-"

"Silence"

You look at Renjun sorry but he doesn't pay attention to you he doesn't seem angry even if he should, instead he looks out the window blankly.

When you leave school you wait for Renjun who has gone to take his notebook. You see him coming and you reach him, he doesn't have anche umbrella and you cover him with yours.

You: "I'm sorry it's all my fault I didn't want that to happen forgive me"

Renjun: "It doesn't matter"

Renjun leaves to head home but you follow him trying to cover him from the rain.

You: "I'll take you home since it's raining and you don't have an umbrella"

Renjun: "No need thanks"

Since he refuses you decide that the only solution is to give him your umbrella. You grab his hand giving him your umbrella and run away in the rain you turn to look at him and he looks at you in surprise.

You: "It's a way to apologize for today, see you tomorrow"

The next day Renjun brings you the umbrella thanking you, you are about to get close to him again but the teacher arrives.

"Y / n and Renjun far away, today I have to explain a new topic"

So you go back to your desk in defeat.

In the months that come you try in every way to talk to him but the only one who speaks is you and the worst thing is that he may not even listen to you.

"Stop staring at him this way he'll think you're a stalker"

You: "I would just like to see what he draws, he has the soul of an artist, tormented and silent"

"You are crazy for love my friend"

You don't answer her but you keep looking at Renjun.

One day you sit near him in class.

You: "So we took our dog and headed to the-"

Renjun suddenly turns to you handing you his notebook. You look at him surprised and unsure whether or not to open his notebook.

Renjun: "Look"

You open the notebook slowly you observe his drawings with a dreamy air, you are even afraid that at any moment they may vanish from the paper, he often draws landscapes. Leafing through the pages you see the drawing of an owl.

You: "an owl ..."

You look at it spellbound, the one thing you've never been able to do he made it perfect. You don't even know why you're so Excitede, they are basically just drawings but you feel that they convey something else, Renjun transforms into art what he does not say in words.

Renjun: "Are you going to cry?"

You have shiny eyes, they sparkle like diamonds, you look Renjun in the eyes they are so warm.

Renjun: "This is the first time you are so silent"

He gives a short but radiant smile, it's the first time he's smiled so spontaneously and joyfully, and you feel like you love him even more.

You: "I want to- I have to say something .... But ... I don't know how to express it Renjun ...."

Renjun: "You have already expressed it ... I appreciate it"

Graduations is coming soon and you may not see him anymore, you like him and have liked him for a long time, it's time to confess your love hoping to be reciprocated.

You: "Hey Renjun I have realized something, very important, since we may never see each other again I want to say everything I feel without having any regrets in the future. I love how you draw and I feel that there is a world to be discovered inside of you, and ... You- I love you....You don't have to reciprocate and be ruthless if you don't like me but I can't live with the doubt - you showed me your drawings and I think it was a signal and then the owl. I said I didn't know how to draw it and you did. And I think these were signs- "

Renjun: "Y / n it's enough"

You look at him in amazement, you did not expect such a reaction.

Renjun: "Why do you talk so much?"

You: "Because you don't talk at all and I want to be as important to you as you are to me"

Renjun: "Art is not a hobby for me, it saves me from the world and you do nothing but try to enter my world and I don't want to. Art helps me with depression ... It's the only thing that can heal me, not you "

You remain petrified at his words and now you understand everything.

You: "I'm sorry I just wanted to get closer to you-"

Renjun: "Can I decide who can approach to me?"

His tone of voice is calm but his eyes are instead so intense and dark.

You: "Sure but-"

Renjun: "You are no different from the others. You are all empty inside, you are just noisy, like an empty can"

His words hit straight to your heart and you are speechless, for the first time since you have meet him you do not look for his gaze but you avoid it and go away.

Here it Is, I hope you like it ☺❤, I did it my way. While I was writing it I felt the need to do part 2 haha

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[lilac-5ky]

Confessing to Takasugi and Gin that ur former lover teach u how to kiss :)?? like u two are kissing and ur quite good at it and they ask u how did u learn it :)

Ps. bonus if they got jealous and give u a breathtaking 💋 hahaha

A/N: I have decided to cause you a heart attack by answering this one right away. I know, how very unexpected and surprising.

Warning: Does get NSFW especially in Gin's part.

Gintoki/Takasugi kissing Headcanon (kinda)

Takasugi

no, i wasn't looking at this gif for 10 minutes straight before getting to proofreading.

In general, Takasugi doesn't get jealous and isn't too nosy to bother with someone's past. Once you become his, there is really nothing he'd be worried about, unless you gave him a reason to worry. But, that being said, Takasugi is a very competitive person and so if he was given the chance, he'd prove to you why he was better than any other guy you'd ever been with.

The two of you are lying down in bed, your bodies entangled together with your lips captured in a fervent kiss. His hand has hitched up the back of your head, fingers nesting between strands of hair, while he's holding you in place. You can feel the hardness of his body against yours, a perfect contrast to the softness of his lips. So soft, so inviting to you, a taste you could never get enough of. Even when your tongues were caught up like that, you still wanted more of him, an insatiable hunger that kept growing until you couldn't resist anymore.

The next thing you knew, his bottom lip was trapped between your teeth as you bit down gently, your tongue finally finding the very flavor you were seeking. He wasn't sweet or anything like that. If anything, the bitter essence of tobacco was etched in his lips, but it didn't matter. To you, his kiss might as well be the most potent nectar. To you who were addicted to him, every bite made you long for more.

Your lips begged to devour his while you kept on sucking at him, tugging at his lower lip until you felt the hand in your hair pulling your head back. You opened your eyes, catching a glimpse of his green hue, a green meadow tarnished by desire. Even when he had broken your kiss off, his mouth was still attached to yours, breathing into your air.

"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" He asked, his raspy voice feeling heavy against your lips.

"Mmmm..." You hummed onto his lips, pressing yet another peck on top of them. "That would be from the one before you." You earnestly replied, diving in for another kiss, yet he pulled you off him at once.

For a second, you could see his expression getting rather serious. His mouth formed a straight line while his eye had narrowed into a slit, an ominous aura coming from him. No way...

"Don't tell me that the great Takasugi Shinsuke is jealous-"

Before you could finish your sentence, he tackled you onto the bed, your chuckle dissolving into his mouth. His hand was still behind your head, refusing to let go while his other arm pulled you to him. The way he kissed you was persistent, as if he was trying to prove a point, as if he wanted to erase your past. To him, you were a blank canvas for him to leave his colors on. A pure and untainted little thing that was his to ravish and destroy.

By the time he pulled away, you were left breathless, your chest rapidly moving up and down. He looked at you, a smirk easing onto his features, satisfied with the result of his work. Even now that you were gasping for air, you were still arching your back, squirming underneath him for more. You were so needy for him, and who was he to deny you?

Takasugi lowered his lips onto your skin once more, ignoring your puckered up lips as he left a trail of open mouthed kisses all over your jaw line. You closed your eyes, utterly surrendering to his touch while your hands reached into his disheveled hair, urging him to keep on going.

"Who?" He taunted you, his tongue ghosting over your parted lips.

You found yourself unable to remember even the person's name. Even if there had once been someone else, the way Takasugi touched you was enough to make you forget everything about your former lover. Their face, their name, their entire identity obscured by his lips to the point of making you wonder, if that person had ever existed. As far as you were concerned, in that moment, the only man in existence was Takasugi. Your past, your present and your future.

"No one." You replied as his lips came down crashing into yours, dousing your inebriation.

Gintoki

Gintoki wouldn't even need you to egg him on. He is an extremely petty person; even if you were married to him for 30 years, he'd still get aggravated if you mentioned another guy. Even when most of the time he appears to be laid back and isn't clingy at all, there's still a part within him that questions his ability to keep someone like you. He appreciates the validation and won't shy away from teasing you in order to receive that.

"G-Gin…" You managed to spell his name with an exasperated voice.

Before you could even do as much as greet the silver haired samurai, he had dragged you to the nearest alley. He seemed to be having none of your complaints, his hands preoccupied with your body while his tongue was exploring your mouth, a hint of sugar and alcohol spreading to your lips. He had been drinking, you could tell as much, yet that didn't prevent him from sliding his hands underneath your kimono, tugging and pulling at the fabric in an attempt to feel more of you.

"Gin, what if they see us?" You asked again, biting down onto your lip.

He didn't seem to mind the fact that it was still broad daylight nor the fact that children kept passing you by, their voices growing louder over time. No matter how much you tried to stop him, your words fell on deaf ears, and truthfully, part of you didn't want him to. Intoxicated or not, you couldn't bring yourself to deny his advances, not when he had you pressed against the wall and certainly not when his hand hiked up your thighs.

His callused fingers rubbed onto your soft skin as he kept feeling your body, slowly but surely rising to your entrance. You couldn't help but let out a squeal when he cupped you, your reaction being enough to entertain him.

"What kind of woman lets a man have a man have his way with her at a back alley?" He mocked you, a glimmer in his otherwise deadfish eyes as he pressed harder, inducing another sound from you. "Are you a Yoshiwara woman perhaps, Y/N?" He asked again, a hint of a lazy smirk appearing on his lips, while he peered at your expression.

Even when he taunted you like that, there was no way for you to hold back your sighs, delirious sounds escaping your parted lips. Gin's fingers were right where you wanted them to be, circling your clit while he kept palming your clothed slit, igniting the fire between your thighs.

"You really enjoy this, don't you? Does the idea of getting caught excite you?"

"S-stop." You mumbled, your hands falling onto his shoulders in a meek attempt to push him away.

"Make me." He said in a failed english accent, his smug smile widening.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his comment. Gintoki really had no intention of shutting up and so, trailing your hands down his neck, you took hold of his shirt's collar. Before he could say or do a thing, you yanked the fabric towards you, melding your lips into his at once. He felt stiff to your touch, his mouth barely allowing your tongue to dive in while the movement between your legs had come to an halt.

In reality, he'd been too stunned to reciprocate the kiss. Despite his teasing, he knew you weren't the type to act brashly, let alone engage in his little games. That and the fact that he was drunken out of his mind, stalled his reactions quite a bit.

Even when you pulled away, Gin still appeared to be a bit too lost in the moment, the look in his eyes hazy as he peered at you.

"They must have done a good job training you." He exclaimed once he regained his senses, falling back into his previous joke.

"That would be my ex, he should be the one to thank." While there was a hint of truth in your words, you mostly said so to agitate him. He shouldn't be the only one who gets to have his fun with you.

However, perhaps this time you had pushed it too far. The hand under your kimono resumed business as he squeezed harder onto you, his fingers viciously pinching your thighs. "Haven't they taught you not to use another man's name when with another client? Seems like there still are many things for you to learn." He exclaimed, forcing a whine out of your lips.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-" Before you could apologize, Gin leaned closer to you, his breath feeling hot against your neck.

"How about I teach you myself?" Without waiting for your response, he pressed his lips onto your skin, claiming you bit by bit until there was nothing more for him to claim, a faint nod of your head, coaxing him to do as he pleased.

#request #gin x reader #gintoki x reader #gintama x reader #sakata gintoki #takasugi x reader #takasugi shinsuke #uh #dk what other tag to add smh #im lazy

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hello! It's Winter. This is Part 2 of my Didier story.

Emmanuel couldn’t fall asleep without Brigitte by his side. He kept replaying their fight in his head, wishing he could take back his words.

He was a jealous man, but she knew that. After 25 years together, they knew everything about the other one - good & bad. 

He groaned out loud, feeling the cold on her side of the bed. He wondered if she was sound asleep in one of their many spare bedrooms. Emmanuel threw the covers back and stepped onto the hardwood floor. Throwing his silk robe over his PJs, he went to search for his wife. 

In the early years of their relationship, they had spent too many nights apart. Once they got married, Brigitte and Emmanuel promised themselves they wouldn’t do it - unless it was entirely necessary. 

To Emmanuel’s pleasant surprise, the spare bedroom was unlocked. He quietly opened the door so he wouldn’t disturb her. 

“Cherie? … Brigitte?” He whispered. 

She turned to face him. “What?” 

Yikes. This wasn’t going to be as easy as he had hoped. 

“May I come in?” He asked softly. 

“You’re already in, aren’t you?” She replied sarcastically. 

He took a seat at the bottom of the bed. “I’m sorry, Cherie. I came to apologize. I overreacted. Accusing you of being close to Didier was wrong of me. I know nothing is going on between you and him. I trust you completely.” 

Brigitte's demeanour softened once she heard her husband's sincere apology. 

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have thrown Ursula and Kolinda in your face. Although that one still bothers me”. 

He knew exactly who she was referring to. Kolinda was a sore topic.

"I know, Cherie" he responded.

She pulled back the covers, inviting him to join her in the bed. Immediately, he slid in close, his body automatically forming to hers. 

He placed delicate kisses on her shoulders, chest and neck. “I couldn’t fall asleep. I hate when you’re not beside me” he confessed. 

The feeling was mutual. “Same with me. We were forced to do it for so long before” 

Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. “Emmanuel, I don’t think I can forgive you just yet” 

He gasped, “what do you mean? I apologized! I said I was sorry” 

“Yes, but those were just words. I need to see you apologize with actions”. She stuck her hand under his shirt.

He knew exactly where this was going. It was time to christen the spare bed.

Helloooo Winter! ❤️

Hahaha Emmanuel not being able to sleep away from Brigitte, the small cutie 🤭🥰

Brigitte couldn’t be mad at him for too long either hahaha and our sassy Queen wanting an apology with actions and not just words... 🔥😏

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #winter

[willel]

Will: There's this guy named --- that... I like a lot.

Certain People: He means as friends

Will: There's this... guy that I want to ask on a date.

Certain People: He just means a friendly date, friends do that.

Will: There's this guy that held my hand and kissed me.

Certain People: Bros can kiss one another, doesn't mean they're gay.

Will: This guy asked me to date him and I said yes.

Certain People: He doesn't mean a REAL date, he probably got invited to a sports game or something like best friends and dudes do all the time. Don't make everything gay.

Will: I love this guy with all my heart. He's amazing. He's my best friend. I can't live without him.

Certain People: See??? He said 'best friend'. He doesn't mean romantically.

Will: He asked me to marry him and I said yes

Certain People: Like they always say, "Saturday is for the boys". Whoever Will's wife is will have to accept Will's best friend too. Hahaha

Will: I'm gay.

Certain People: WHAT OMG GOSH WHAT THE- THIS IS OUT OF NOWHERE!!! WHY DO THEY TRY AND MAKE EVERYTHING GAY. GO WOKE GO BROKE

Certain People: He just means he's a happy guy, he's not homosexual.

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All of this to say, it doesn't matter how obvious Will's sexuality is. It honestly truly doesn't matter. Will could be the most gay boy ever and unless it's super stereotypical, there WILL Be "those" kinds of people who deny it because they don't WANT to see it.

I know how that ending scenario went down, but honestly I feel like even if Will said the words, they STILL would pretend he's not.

It's not the shows fault that ignorant people exist. They are STUPID AND IGNORANT. Ok? They are STUPIDDDDD. NO amount of evidence or even Will blatantly saying it will make them understand, many of them are BIGOTS. You CAN'T win them over. You can't talk to them. Many of them are stupid on purpose because they don't like gay people or gay people in media period. Alright?

Like, I've been having a laugh at people admitting just how little reading and literature comprehension they have. I just know these people didn't pay a lick of attention in literature class. They've probably never crafted a theory in their life. They've never looked beyond flashy sequences and comedy scenes.

These people are as dumb as a brick and it's not your fault or the shows fault that they refuse to accept what's been putting down.

You should be LAUGHING at these people for missing something so goddamn obvious.

[the-himawari-otome]

[Olympia Soirée] A Certain Hot Day on Tenguu Island - Kuroba

<Original post here>

･ﾟ･:,｡★ translation under the cut ★,｡･:･ﾟ

Yo, are you free tomorrow afternoon?

Say, we’ve talked about this before, right? That we’ll go swimming at the waterfall next time.

The rain was falling constantly recently. But it’s finally started to feel like summer, so let’s go play at the river.

I can’t make anything fancy like Akaza’s smoked meat. But we can keep fruit chilled in the stream, or grill up and eat the fish we catch.

Hahaha, sounds fun, doesn’t it? I had no doubt in mind that you’d be on board.

Lots of flowers are in bloom this season, so it might be nice to pick those too.

And, let’s see, there should also be small caves around, so we could explore those or something.

Eh? Nah. I mean I am busy, but let me take a break, will you?

I’m able to work hard because you’re with me.

I can’t do my best unless I see your face.

So you should totally feel free to get excited at times like this.

Alright, see you tomorrow.

(...Swimsuits. Right, her swimsuit.

Even though I invited her, I have no idea where to look matter how many times I see it.

But I want to see. A man’s heart sure is complicated.)

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#olympia soiree #olympia soiree translation #olympia soiree kuroba

[castle-dominion]

4x11 until death us do part

flirty BODY toxic waste XD at least he has a water bottle, these idiots never have water bottles. "forgot it" this is the saddest thing ever. esposito just watching in disgust I love it lmao they are so in love & it's nauseating like he said but it's also so cute. but the no solid food thing sounds dumb af.

JE: Well, I am looking forward to meeting some of Jenny's sorority sisters. I'm about to show them some of New York's finest. *does a dumb little dance* KR: Good, then I guess you won't care that Lanie's bringing a plus one. JE, looking sad af: Who? KR: Uh, I don't know. She just RSVPed “plus one”. JE: How can--? How can she already have a boyfriend? We just broke up. KB: Don't worry, Espo, I'm going alone, so if the sorority girls don't work out, I'll dance with you. Alexis wasn't invited as castle's family.

Castle is so right, if I have to die I'm going down happy. Unless I want to make less burden on the mortician bc I'm suicidal bc I'm a burden on ppl, then I'd probs go nakey. ALEXIS? birthday suit hit the fruit. JE: *concerned about some medical guy named antonio* KR: *yelling loud af out the window*

Ooh sexy classical music ew castle: Coldest hearted creature on earth. She lures an unsuspecting male, takes him into her web, and then the moment they culminate, as soon as he feels the ecstasy of achieving his biological destiny, [shup] she opens up her jaws and eats him alive. Ryan, softly saying to beckett: I'm glad I'm in a healthy relationship.

Ooh double identity! fun!

Lanie's phone records? is that illegal? *chokes on the green toxic waste* He's rly pretty btw. Nice tie, nice red vest, nice shirt+jacket+lapel pin. So many buttons on the cuff. & then esposito at least he is wearing smth with a collar. "I'll get you his name.." *eyes emoji*

He fell pretty hard too lmao. isn't that dead in ASL?

Remember who killed markiplier & he died a billion different ways? Maybe that was a different episode... Rick: Who's the date? Lanie: Rick: sry "you dog" he says to the dead guy

KR: Ms. Franklin, i—it seems that you weren't the only woman that-- that Mr. Bailey was, uh… with [good word] in the hours prior to his death. HF: Um, what you mean “with”? KR: Was there another woman in the hotel room with you? HF: I didn't think could get any more humiliating. KR: Was that a yes? HF: No, Detective. KR: Thank you. Oh, and you should know that our M.E. has been able to determine that Mr. Bailey was, uh, wearing a condom both times, so that's… [I mean yeah at least you don't have an std] HF: That makes it all better. [Holly gives Ryan an angry look and he walks away. Holly calls after him.] HF: Now I wished I pushed him!

Poor ryan, he is Not Eating All Fricking Week & esposito comes in with a donut (lmao cop stereotypes) this is so sad remember that incorrect quotes? "did u eat my powdered donut?" 'no' "then what's that white powder on you?" 'cocaine?' KR: blgahgh!

RC: Speaking of murder, what's the credit card for? How is that a speaking of which?

KB: Yeah, well, you haven't heard what I would do. RC: Yeah, I don't think I ever want to know. LITTLE MISS HOMICIDE DETECTIVE Beckett's eyes just Widen My brother: hahaha look at Ryan. You can see his eyes go all the way around the room. *whisper yells* ryan, Ryan Riyaaan!!! Look at ryan's pretty tie there. hehe.

How did they GET all these women? I thought he was just sleeping with them not actually dating them all... & he wasn't lying to them abt his name but he still could have been lying about everything else.

RC: That's a big month. Taking a leave from work and your girlfriends. KR: And his apartment. *shakes evidence bags & his toxic water he's so cute omfh* & esposito is wearing basically the shirt I wore the other day except I actually embroidered mine to look cool. JE: That's a lot of cake. Me: what? KR: Why do you have to call it cake? I-it's money. It's a lot of money. It's about 60 grand. That's a really good fake id...

Wow that really messed up the meeting lol This man has a really really fancy tie but I don't like it.

lmao a wrench & an opened up paperclip? You want two paperclips or two wrenches hun. I thought she was just jewish lol I didn't realize it was an airline insignia woah former isralei military now that's experience

KR: Ahh. Jenny just texted me Lanie's plus one. Name is Toby Lang. JE: What? All right. Let's check this punk out. [Esposito types the name into his computer. Toby Lang MD pops up.] JE: Doctor Toby Lang? The guy's the chief administrator at St. Samuel's Hospital. Big job. KR: Lanie did her residency there, didn't she? JE: Yeah. KR, happygolucky: Good looking guy. JE: *eyeroll* KR: *looks down* JE: Played college hoops at Kentucky? Groundbreaking cancer research, are you kidding me? Put me down for plus one. KR: Jenny already did the tables. JE: >:( KR, immediately backtracking: What about her sorority sisters? *does that weird little dance brushing off his jacket* JE: Dude, I'm not showing up solo when she's bringing Captain America over here. *jabs the computer screen* KR, willing to upset his wife's placecards for his best friend: Okay. I'll talk to Jenny. But her mom is gonna need a name for that place card.

She said whom captions said who.

Perfect timing lol They would not have done it where there were cameras right in front of it These randos bested an ex-military flight attendant huh

Ryan is so smart: KR: Hey, tech just got the plate number off the kidnappers car. KB: I thought that the plates weren't visible on the ATM footage. KR: Ah, they weren't. But I found a traffic cam up the block where they were. I was also wondering where esposito was KR: In the break room trying to score his plus one. KB, through the wall: Espo! Let's go! JE: *looks up at Beckett and his hand slips on the espresso machine, spraying his potential plus one with steamed milk. The cop squeals in surprise and Esposito hands her a napkin on his way out.* Sorry. I gotta-- I gotta go.

RC: Hey, relax, man. It happens to a lot of guys. You get a little exited, lose control of your steamer. JE: (poor muzzle control. At least they let him mkick in the door) WHOA MOSTLY NAKEY OK THEN Lol I remember getting so many black eyes & nosebleeds from my san dien guan. classical music <3

exstalktion lmao castle rattling off crews before they reveal they are "pickup artists" 12%... oh wait this was back when milfs were not loved by tumblr Pablo Barnes: Then I see that she's got a ring on her finger. She's a married chick. We stay away from married chicks. KB: 'Cause you're so ethical. (other room) Max Landon: pf! No. They're just trouble. But he doesn't care. He's all in on her.

Authorizing huh? I like how espt is taking notes for the case but is totally taking them for himself. m-swing? heisman? Butterjob? *ryan looks over at espt taking these notes, I think he's asking "what are you doing" with his hand* Yank & chain reversal Bailey ultimatum? ew yucky

Holy crap it is a ledger & the prop team actually filled it! zebra trap? *boys get a little too close in the face* (this scene from the transcript) [23:54, INT. PRECINCT, BULLPEN - NIGHT] [Castle flips through Mike's "ledger".] RC: It's literally hundreds of women that Bailey slept with. KB: Or so he claims. JE: Seems legit to me. Most of these shots are pretty racy. [Esposito leans in close to see the ledger over Castle's shoulder.] RC: All with nicknames and dates. "June 9, 2010 Carnal Carrie. June 12, 2010 Mesmerizing Marjan." JE: Mmm. [Castle turns his head & ends up within kissing distance of esposito, then backs away from Esposito's face.] RC: Whoa. JE: Sorry.

KR: Really? This impresses you? These women are pathetic for falling for this guy. And Bailey? Bailey was just a--a con man and a liar. KB: Thank you. At least there is one real man amongst us. inconsistency with the book being open & closed but I don't care. it's fine.

RC: Beckett, when exactly did Ryan and Jenny start dating? [weird how ryan is is last name] KB: Mm, I think it was around 2009. She got him that ugly tie for their two week anniversary. [I remember that episode] So, I think Easter April. RC: Meaning, by May 2009, they'd been dating a month. KB, disinterested: Yeah. Why? RC: ... RC, uncomfortable: Bailey's May 20, 2009 entry. [Castle flips the book around to show Beckett.] KB: Oh, my gosh. That's Jenny. [that's a big picture compared to the others] RC: (whisper) Not just Jenny. "Gyrating Jenny".

esposito making eyes at work. so dumb sometimes. then again I'm a lesbian I was dating my first partner for a month before we realized it

JE: I think I like this place, partner. [calls him partner <3] KR: Dude, you're a cop. This is a Midtown bar. Women here, they're looking for lawyers and bankers. JE: I bank. [yeah bud, you use a bank] *Ryan chuckles* KR: Well, you are on your own. I'm getting married on Sunday. [he's so smiley] JE: Exactly. So, this is your last chance to be my wingman, [yk that's cute] help me get a plus one. [ah yes] KR: *drops his notebook in his lap* JE: I think I'm gonna try an M-swig. [lmao from the pickup artists] KR: Dude, you can't be serious. JE: What, are you thinking butter job? [no esposito he was not saying you can't be serious about the m swing he was saying you can't be serious about this silly thing right before his wedding] *Ryan bites his lips trying not to say anything* ew writes really big like that? You probably go through notebooks hella fast then.

Castle doing dishes lmao forbes top 400 no f'ing wonder But these people aren't in his book so...

I feel like you /should/ tell ryan but big bro brought up what happened in m*a*s*h If it's more than 2 you can't say both anymore. it's the 21st century people sleep with other people before marriage. (reminds me of that incorrect quote I read for aftg: Nicky "what's your body count?" neil 'idk like 30' nicky "neil you slut" neil 'wait we were talking about sex? I'm a virgin.' Nicky "WAIT WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY 30?") especially that early on, like... I mean they had a fortnightversary tie gift so they must have really liked each other but I thought "what if they were just dating a bunch of different people but kept coming back on a date with this one person so we decided to make it official" but that doesn't fit with the two week gift. I mean I would suggest talking to jenny herself

goes by jd, so cute RC: So, who was the wingman, the grandpa or the kid? She's not just skipping out on her dad she's skipping out on ryan. except that she wasn't invited in the first place she's a plus one so who cares.

oh my goodness 2:30 in the morning? that's late af when you have work the next day! At least esposito looks good in his bisexual layers, leather jacket, hoodieWAIT trans headcanon except for yk military but shush. See? & that's how you carry your coat. Ryan is soooo pretty. He doesn't have an engagement ring tho rn which I think is cool ig bc he can wingman easier... I am sure that I have seen this clip around so I don't feel the need to record it except that I do. Great fight scene but poor ryan he is starving.

you always email yourself, have you never had a job or been in high school? corporate sexpionage

I think that the writer couldn't come up with a joke so had castle say "there's a penetrating enemy lines joke here" either that or they were all too dirty for tv. pretty pretty sweater. KR: The only reason you guys didn't run into her at Global Twelve Consolidated is that we're still holding her. Lmao they were holding her & that's why she wasn't there that's literally what he said but I just found it funny I can't wait for ryan to faint while on the case.

Is this lunch or supper chinese food? lil bro just said gold frankincense & myrhhder should be a castle episode so now I'm goingto write a fanfic based on it. I was just going to quote the first bit but then there was more & I could not find a good place to stop. KB: There's too big a pool of possible marks that Bailey could have slept with. JE: Yeah, uh…speaking of that. You know…Ryan's my boy, [<3]so I gotta tell him about Jenny and Bailey. [Beckett gives Castle a look.] RC: You only told me I couldn't tell Ryan. KB: (sigh) Look, Espo, I appreciate your point of view, but the guy hasn't eaten in a week and a half, and after that doughnut incident, I don't-- [yeah she's right now is not the time to handle it, but then again I said they should tell jenny & she has also not eaten for a week & a half.] *Ryan enters and stares at the Chinese food sitting on the table. He gingerly picks up a file from the center of the boxes* KR: I'll just take these back to my desk. [bc he doesn't want to be around food, poor guy, brings up my DE days] JE: Sit down, bro. KR: What? *looks around* What? *sits down* KR: Why do you guys look so serious? JE: You should…eat something. KB: Yeah. Look hungry. You've got the posture of a feral cat. KR: Guys, I made a sacred vow to the woman I love… RC: *moves a takeout box towards Ryan* KR: Is that Mushu pork? [Esposito continues chowing down the food.] JE: (muffled) Yes. It is delicious. Come on, bro, just eat. [Ryan grabs the food from Castle and digs in, groaning in pleasure.] KR: (muffled) you're not kidding about this Mushu pork. Come on! JE: Right? KR: (muffled) Would you pass the spring rolls, please? JE: Yeah. So… *passes the box* JE: You know how we all love Jenny, right? KR: Yeah, what about her? JE: Well, it's just that…that ledger of Bailey's… KR, interrupting: Hey, is she in that? I've been meaning to ask, but I have been having these--these memory lapses. [which is so not ok, esp for a detective] Mm, pass the fried rice? RC: Yeah. *hands Ryan the box* RC: So, you've known all along? KR: No. I was telling Jenny about Javi's antics last night. [first names bc this was javi not esposito] *Beckett gives Esposito a look.* KR: And we got to talking about the case, and she told me that she met Bailey at a bar a month or so after we started out. JE: She told you about that???? KR: (chuckles) Yeah. She had no idea that he was some kind of professional pickup artist. Ha! RC: And you're not upset at all? KR: I'm-- um… *looks around* it's not like we were exclusive. [points for the polyam o'ryspolly hcs.] Mm, is that Mongolian beef? *Beckett smiles at Esposito and Castle's reactions. An officer enters. She hands Ryan a note.* Di: Here you go. KR: Thanks, Di. *Ryan reads the note.* KR: Oh! Get this. [he's been so happy since putting food in his mouth.] So, I've been trying to figure out where else Bailey might've been staying for the past month, and when we got onto his corporate spying for Global Twelve Consolidated, I looked into their corporate housing. KB: That's-- a great idea. RC: Yeah. Why didn't I think of that? [yeah, esp since he's the one starving himself.] KR: Turns out Mike Bailey has been checked into the Oaks on Park Avenue for the last month under his alias, Jake Hendricks. KB: Well, what are you sitting around for? *Ryan gets up quick & excited but hesitates as he reaches back for some food.* KR: Uh, do you mind if I take a spare rib? *Castle hands Ryan a takeout box.*

lil bro: maybe it's dr parish bc she deals with people who perish

First names but as someone with a mispronounced name I hate when they call him javieérre with three syllables & a big r instead of javyer' with two (& a half) syllables & a tapped r.

"yeah I bet" lmao

should have been the guy then it should have been the lawyer & then it was some rando.

Ryan eating a donut again <3 he's alive! & he is using a tissue to protect his hands<3 KR: haha, I'm just glad I'm out of the game. RC: The games are only beginning for you, my friend. KB: Hey, so what's up with your plus one? JR: Oh, it's on. That's all I'm saying.

marriage love marriage love wedding I can't believe it I'm so happy for him

[Esposito stands with a gorgeous woman taller than he is (at least in heels). Lanie enters with her doctor date.] JE: Lanie, hey. LP: Hello, Javier. This is Toby. TL: Pleased to meet you. JE: Yeah, you too. This is Jody. LP: Nice to meet you. Jody: Pleasure. Excuse me, I need to find the ladies' room. *Lanie watches Jody saunter off.* TL: Um, you two talk. I'll get us seats. LP: Thank you, Toby. JE: Toby, huh? LP: What do you mean, "Toby, huh"? JE: I don't know, you tell me. LP: You and I broke up two months ago. So, unless you thought I'd joined a convent, you need to take a step back. [Yeah bud two months is not "we just broke up" but it is a short amount of time in some ways] JE: So, you two serious now? LP: Yeah, we're serious. About dancing. [I loooove dancing, that's how ogdoch got together, I know plenty of people who aren't lovers but are dance partners, I love going to Métis fiddle dances, I can't wait to learn more swing, I've had enough salsa but I could always go for more, I have hade more than enough ballroom dancing but I wouldn't mind more as long as it's fun...] LP: That's why his boyfriend let me borrow him. Besides, I figured I'd need somebody to keep my company while you flirted with all of Jenny's sorority sisters. JE: Toby's boyfriend? *points back to the doctor* LP: And I seem to recall you here with the center for the New York Liberty. JE: She's my cousin. I heard you were coming with a date, so I thought I had to have somebody… you look great, you know. LP: Yeah, I know. JE: Can I show you to your seat? LP: That would be nice. *Lanie takes Esposito's arm and they enter the church.* they are so cute. I recently in my normal watch heard lanie mention the occasional booty call which I think is hilarious, & then a more recent ep was the valentine's ep & I think it was soooo cute.

they are not together? I can't believe it, caskett are too good together. Tho tb beckett doesn't look super great rn. He looks so happy! & she snaps a photo! Ohhhhhh uwu uwu they hug & kiss but then castle & esposito are so boring barely even shaking his hand He's getting married today! He is getting married to the love of his life (besides his other partner) & he is so happy & in love! becks preventing him from turning around esposito is one of the groomsmen I'm assuming on his right our left is nolan jenny's half brother but who the heck is the guy on the other side?

#castle 4x11 #castle 4x11 spoilers #castle s4 spoilers #castle 4x11 quote #ryan's marriage episode #the pickup artist episode #HE GOT MARRIED #I also can't stop thinking of him saying itis n't like we were exclusive

[goldenshoyo]

Taste like Strawberries - DILF Daichi

Warnings: Fem!Reader, age gap (Reader is 22 and Daichi is mid to late 30s), daddy kink (obv), brat taming, finger sucking, spit kink sorta, dumbification, degradation, thigh riding, oral (m. receiving), rough sex, a little praise, alcohol consumption. (as always, let me know if you want something else tagged)

Word Count: 4.9k (honestly idk how it got so long hahaha sorry)

Author’s note: This is my contribution to @kaijime's dilf collab! Make sure you go check out the masterlist and read all the wonderful works on there as well! Also, I edited this at 2am; so sorry if it is a mess.

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Can you pick Mei up for me? I have to work late.

You sigh looking down at the text from your sister, this is the third time in the last few weeks she’s sprung this on you. Despite knowing there’s nothing she can do about it, it’s irritating with her husband traveling and needing to work. The one good thing is the quality time you get funny spoiling your niece after school, getting her whatever junk food she wants that your sister never lets her have.

Texting her back that you will, you go back to studying. Your final year of college has been more stressful than you expected, work always piling up with your motivation lacking. No wonder so many students take an extra year. However, you were determined to finish now and not extend your torment any longer.

Glancing at your phone you see it’s nearing pick-up time at Mei’s school. You clean up the library table, shoving your laptop and notes into your bag, and leave. The drive isn’t long, her school is close to your apartment and sister’s house so you would have needed to take this route anyways. Pulling into a free spot near the school, you leave your bags in the car going out to meet her by the school’s front gate.

“Big sis!” Your niece squeals and you look up from your phone. She’s dragging another little girl behind her, pulling her your way. “This is Kaiya! She’s my best friend. She said it's okay I use her first name, so don’t scold me like momma does! I let her call me Mei too!”

You laugh listening to her babble on about her new friend. She’s coming up on her 6th birthday, and every day she is growing more and more into her own personality. “I wouldn’t scold you like your mother. You know that,” you bend at the knees, getting at their height.

“Hi Kaiya, I’m ----. It’s nice to meet you.” You shake her little hand and she smiles.

“You’re very pretty, like Mei.” She pulls her hand away and then her lip pouts. “I wish I had a big sister.”

“I can be your big sister too if you want. Mei, you don’t mind sharing me do you?”

“Only if you promise to get me ice cream.” Her eyes and nose squint and she laughs, her mischievous face has stayed the same since she was a toddler. It’s impossible to resist.

You stand up, rubbing her head and laughing. “Fine, we can stop by a shop on the way home.”

“Sorry,” a deep male voice comes from a few feet behind you. “I had a work thing... I’m sorry I’m a little late baby.”

You watch as a tall, broad man picks up Kaiya while she giggles and wraps her arms around his neck while squealing ‘daddy’. You smile politely when he looks at you. His face is handsome, features not too sharp or round; everything about it warm and inviting. He’s still dressed in his uniform, well besides the jacket. You assume he’s a part of the police force from the pants and belt he wears matched with a dark blue shirt that clings to his form.

“I hope she wasn’t bothering you,” he says while setting her down.

“Oh of course not. She was very polite and well behaved. You’ve raised a great daughter.”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thank you. I’m Sawamura Daichi, and you are?” His smile is so cute, you think. It’s not forced or out of politeness, but instead genuine happiness.

“---- -----,” you tell him and shake his hand. He squeezes it once, and your stomach turns. What was that?

“Is Mei yours?” He tilts his head, eyes going between you and your niece. “I’ve never met her mother, only your husband. Kaiya talks non-stop about Mei when she’s home with me.”

“Oh, no-no. I’m her aunt. My sister works a lot, so I pick her up from time to time.” You laugh. “I go to the local college, so it’s close by. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Sawamura.” Trying to keep yourself from becoming too flustered, you look away. Watching as your niece digs through her backpack for some reason.

“Please, call me Daichi. It’s nice to-”

“Daddy, big sis is taking Mei to get ice cream!” Kaiya cuts him off. “Can we go too? Pretty please!” She kisses her father’s cheek, smiling brightly as he sets her back down. She holds tight to his hand, begging some more.

“If it’s okay with your dad, we don’t mind. Do we, Mei?”

She nods with a big smile. “Kaiya they have the BEST strawberry flavor.”

“Do you mind? I don’t want to impose on your time with Mei.” Daichi asks while still keeping an eye on the girls, who have wandered a few feet away while blabbering about ice cream flavors.

“Of course not. It’s good for young girls to spend time together.” He nods and thanks you. “There’s a spot close by. We could walk if you don’t mind.”

“Better wrangle the girls then,” he laughs, walking towards them both and getting their attention.

Taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh, you try and relax. It’s just ice cream for the girls… even if Kaiya’s hot dad is coming along. You’re sure he’s just trying to be nice and let his daughter have a nice time. However, it’s hard not to feel something when a man this hot and good with children is around.

The ice cream shop has a pretty outdoor area off the back of the shop, fenced in with a swing set and other children’s toys and playsets. No one else is visiting currently, so the girls have the playground to themselves, running around with ice cream dripping all over the ground when they forget they should be holding the cones up. Sitting quietly, spooning ice cream into your mouth, you try not to stare at Daichi too often.

“What are you studying?” He asks, breaking the silence that was threatening to become awkward.

“Oh, uh,” you swallow the cold cream. “Literature and classics.”

“Interesting. I bet you enjoy reading to your niece then,” he smiles at you before taking another spoonful of ice cream. You can’t help but watch his tongue dart around the spoon.

“Yeah.” You say quickly looking away. “Mei enjoys it, well, when she pays attention. Does Kaiya like stories?”

“Her mother says she always listens to her when she reads, but for me, it’s hard enough to get her to go to bed. I don’t think she’d ever stay still to let me read her a book.” He continues to talk about the weekends he gets with her, and you listen closely.

It’s stupid, you think. You shouldn’t feel this excited that he’s either divorced or at least no longer together with Kaiya’s mom. It’s selfish, but lucky in some ways. You don’t have to worry about a jealous wife coming after you because her husband paid for your ice cream.

“I’m not around for bedtime, so I can’t really relate.” You say softly and stick your tongue out lick the spoon clean. Stopping yourself from licking the ice cream off, deciding to explain more, “Mei never really stays the night anyway. She gets too worked up without her-”

The spoon is plucked from your hands and you frown looking at Daichi, who has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “What do you like to do at bedtime?”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you stutter out something incoherent. Daichi’s tongue swipes up your spoon, and you watch carefully, longing to be that spoon as his tongue drags across it.

“Well?” He continues, then hands you back the spoon.

“I, uh, I don’t know.” You manage to stutter some words, even if it's not a real answer. “I uh-”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t need to answer now. Let me see your phone,” he asks holding out his hand and you hurry to hand it to him. He puts in his number then hands it back to you. “I’m not free on weekends unless I get a sitter. But, I’ll see you around.”

You sit, stunned by how quickly that turned from a polite playdate for your niece to potentially a playdate with Daichi. You bring your hands to your face, trying to compose yourself before waving at both Daichi and Kaiya as they leave.

“Big sis,” your niece wines. “Wanna go home.” She pulls you from the park bench and through the shop while you continue trying to collect your thoughts.

Did you really just pull a dad? There’s no way he was serious, right?

--

You texted him the night after you got ice cream, but he hadn’t responded. It wasn’t until late Sunday evening he sent back a short ‘you’re welcome’ after you thanked him for the ice cream. Your face burned and your stomach twisted with every flashback to watching his tongue slide across your spoon.

It was so unnecessary.

It was so hot.

Gathering up the courage to ask when you could see him again took another day and liquid encouragement. Maybe texting him while you were drunk wasn’t the best idea, but it did make sending him photos of yourself a lot easier. The ones you got in return nearly made you drool. Joining the police force ensured he never lost his perfect physique. Every inch of him looked like it had been handcrafted by the gods themself.

Slipping your fingers into your panties and toying with your desperate clit was all too fun when he called you late that night, not caring about his early morning shift or the classes you may have. His voice breathy and deep, yours whiny and high pitched when you came around your fingers begging him to come over and fuck you.

He only laughed, telling you to wait until he had a day off.

--

Sitting across from him at dinner should be fun. He keeps the conversation going and you always paid attention and politely answered. However, it becomes increasingly obvious that the burning between your thighs is becoming unbearable.

“Check please,” he tells the waiter, and you nearly squeal with excitement.

“Mind if I go get some fresh air while you settle the bill?” You ask, placing your hand over his; thumb drawing circles on the back of his hand.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He smiles at you and you walk out of the door, ignoring the way his eyes make you feel as you walk out the door.

Cool evening air hits you hard. Letting out another sigh, you laugh at yourself for acting this desperate in public. He must know. It’s not like you’ve been good at hiding it. You’re worse than a cat in heat, mewling for attention and a quick fix.

“Ready?” His voice startles you and you turn to face him. You nod and he extends his hand out for you. The walk to his car is short, and you’re grateful for the dim lighting in the parking garage once you slide into the passenger seat.

Unable to can’t wait any longer, you straddle his lap in his seat and he tilts his head, looking up at you in amusement. Kissing his neck, you run your hands down his chest and slowly grind against him. His firm hands hold your hips and you whimper, trying to convince him to give your body more attention.

“Daichi,” you whine against his neck. “Please, I need-”

You’re stopped as his hand takes control of your jaw, cheeks squished in his hand while he admires you above him. His gaze is intense, not a hint of a smile or enjoyment on his face, but the bulge in his pants hints otherwise. You frown looking down on him, irritated this is the most he’s touched you all night.

“I don’t like brats.” He says simply. “Impatient ones are even more annoying. Tell me, are you going to be an annoying brat?”

You try and shake your head no, barely getting it to move from side to side in his grip.

“Good,” he releases your face and you sigh. Rubbing your cheeks with your fingers you relent from trying the aggressive approach with him; seeing now he’s much less patient than you had expected. “Now can you wait until Daddy takes you home?”

You nod, a smile brimming on your lips while your stomach turns.

“I want to hear you say it.” His eyes somehow focus on you more, making your stomach twist once more.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

The rest of the drive is silent, his hand resting on your exposed thigh a little too close to the hem for comfort. It keeps your mind buzzing, every nerve lit aflame at the slightest bump in the road or motion of his fingers. His thumb occasionally draws circles on your sensitive skin, and the whimper that always leaves your lips feels embarrassing.

Are you really a whimpering mess already?

Everything about being with Daichi made you feel more intense like your body knew just how to react to everything he does and says. Was it the age difference and excitement? Or was it simply because he knew how to touch and speak to you?

“Sweetheart?” Daichi’s voice draws your attention and you look over to him. “We’re home now. Be a good girl for me, and go unlock the door.” He dangles the keys in front of you and you take them nodding.

“Yes sir,” you slip out of the car. Did you call him sir? At the moment it felt right, but now with your face burning and palms sweating you wonder if he thinks it’s ridiculous.

You unlock the door, pushing it open and standing awkwardly waiting for him to walk up the stairs to the front door. Why is he prolonging this? There was no reason for him to stay behind. Turning your head to look where he parked the car, you see he’s talking to a neighbor, laughing, and paying you no mind.

What’s his game here?

You huff, frustrated, and embarrassed with how desperate you’ve been acting and he seems to not have a care in the world. Stepping inside, you close the door and take your shoes off. He doesn’t mind you having access to his house with you unsupervised. After all, he did give you the keys to unlock the door.

His home looks comfortable and lived in, not overly clean but not messy per se. You sit on the couch, crossing your legs and laying your head back. While you know it’s rude to begin feeling this irritated, if something didn’t happen soon you were going to have to call for a ride and get home to a toy or even indulge in one of the sleazy dating apps you’re all too familiar with.

Pulling out your phone, you respond to a few notifications you garnered over dinner, nothing of real substance, but better than sitting in silence. A few friends have invited you to a bar not too far from your location, and you consider it, but the front door opening grabs your attention.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart.” He smiles at you and you lay your phone down on the cushion beside you, feeling like you’ve been caught texting in class. “I see you made yourself at home.”

“Oh, I-” you stand up, even more embarrassed.

Does he take pleasure in making you uncomfortable or are you just too on edge?

“Sit back down,” he laughs walking into the kitchen. “Would you like a drink?”

“No thank you,” you answer quickly, sitting back down and laying your hands in your lap to fiddle with your fingers.

He comes back into the living room with his shirt unbuttoned a few, his chest peeking out, and a beer in his left hand. Sitting on the recliner adjacent to the couch, he motions for you with his pointer finger then pats his lap. Your body moves without thinking, straddling him with your knees sinking into the soft cushion of the recliner on either side of his hips. He grins watching your dress ride up your thighs before he takes a drink from his beer.

“Why are you acting so shy now? What happened to that confident little attitude?” He sets the beer down on the table between the couch and chair.

“Why are you toying with me?” You ask, furrowing your brow and tilting your head. “Just fuck me already.”

“There it is,” he chuckles. “You’re not as good of a girl as you think. You’re nothing more than a spoiled brat who needs put in her place. Lucky for you, I know just how to handle bratty girls like you.”

His thumb pulls on your bottom lip and you part them, letting his middle and index finger slip in and press against your tongue. You moan at first, grinding your cunt against his thigh before his fingers slip further in and make you gag. Closing your eyes you grind on him harder, the gagging only intensifying and your body lighting on fire.

“Pathetic,” he laughs while resting his cheek against his hand. Opening your eyes more you see he looks unamused, even as he shoves his fingers down your throat more. “Moaning like this over what? I’m barely touching you.”

You moan again, pressing your core harder on his thigh and whining. Your fingers dig into the arm of the recliner, steadying yourself while you ride his thigh. It feels too good to stop, the minute amount of pleasure intensified by Daichi’s fingers in your mouth.

“Maybe I was wrong,” his voice making you whine again. “Maybe you’re not a brat, just a dumb little slut desperate to cum.” Removing his fingers from your mouth, you take deep breaths, coughing and leaning your head on his shoulder.

“P-please,” you beg. “Please fuck me, daddy. Wanna feel you in me. I’ll be good, I swear.” You sound desperate, you know it and so does he.

“Do you think you deserve it?” He rubs the spit from his fingers onto your cheek while holding your jaw. He shakes your head back and forth slowly as a no for you. “That’s right. You don’t deserve daddy’s cock.”

“B-but-” you whine and grind against him. “Please!”

“Hmm,” he hums, releasing your jaw and licking his fingers clean before taking another sip from his beer. “Maybe if you earn it. I’m not in the mood to fuck an ungrateful whore.”

“Anything!” You nearly shout, eager to please him.

How you’re feeling is different than usual, the need to do whatever Daichi wants completely takes over your own desires. While the feeling is new, it’s something you want to continue to chase. Your head feeling lighter and body burning is all too good to give up now.

“Do I need to tell you what to do?” You nod. “Of course,” he chuckles, “silly of me to forget you’re nothing but a dumb brat. Get on your knees in front of me. Put that mouth to good use for once, won’t ya?”

“Yes daddy,” you say quietly, sliding onto the floor and tugging at his pants.

His belt is a struggle, and he makes no attempt to help you until you’re sliding his pants and boxers off and he lifts his body up just enough to get them down his thighs. Gripping his cock, your mind races wondering if you’ll even be able to fit his girth in your mouth as your fingers barely manage to wrap around him.

“If I finish this beer before you make me cum, I might not fuck you at all.” He says tapping your forehead with the cold glass bottle. “Do you understand?”

You nod again and he leans back into the recliner. Precum leaks from the tip and you wipe it up with your tongue, enjoying the taste as it floods your senses. As your tongue swirls around the head and your warm mouth takes him in, he moans.

It’s quiet and short-lived, but enough to encourage you to take more of him. He fills your mouth so quickly, but you’re determined to make him cum; unsure if it's because you’re desperate to be fucked or if you just really want to please him. Either way, you’re going to have him cumming in your mouth in minutes, you know you can.

You gag loudly when you force him into your throat, nearly taking him to the hilt. This time his moan is louder and longer, making you buzz with pride. Managing to keep him deep in your mouth you rub his balls with your shaky fingers while setting a steady pace bobbing your head up and down.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I guess that mouth is useful for something…” another moan breaks his last word but you don’t care.

The condescending praise just enough to make you hum against him with glee. He bucks his hips when you do, his fingers tangling in your hair and forcing you to choke on him again. You claw at his thighs, desperate to come up for air while you fight against him. He releases the tight hold and you take him out coughing as you stroke him with your hand.

You watch with a frown while he drinks on his beer again, watching carefully as the faint line of liquid lowers nearing the bottom of the bottle. You can do this, you tell yourself before taking a deep breath and taking him back in your mouth. Humming against him lightly while massaging his balls in your palm earns the same reaction, except you’re better at keeping a steady pace now.

“Shit,” he groans.

His cock twitches against your tongue and warm spurts of cum coat your mouth before you can swallow fast enough. He pulls you off his cock by your hair.

“Tongue,” he says and you stick it out timidly.

He spits on your tongue before pulling you to his face and kissing you, his tongue invading your mouth and making you gag at the taste of his beer. His kiss takes your breath away, literally struggling for air as he continues. You’re coughing and pulling away from him while a mix of spit and cum runs down your chin.

“I didn’t think you could do it,” he admits. “I’m surprised someone as desperate and stupid as you could make me cum that fast. I suppose I should reward you then, hmm?”

“Please daddy, please,” you beg. “Want your cock in me so bad.”

His hand slips under your dress and rubs against your soaking panties. “You really do want me, don't you baby?”

You nod.

His free hand gropes your breast, pinching your nipple through the thin material of your dress. You close your eyes biting your lip as you enjoy the not so soft touches he gives you. You moan when his fingers slip into your panties, sliding against your puffy clit.

“Daddy!” You squeal when his middle finger slides inside of you and curls. “Fuck, more please.”

He laughs, pulling his finger out and standing up. He sheds his clothes while you remain on your knees in front of him. You can’t help but admire how good he looks above you like this. Honestly, you think you’d do anything to remain in this moment even if the anticipation of him splitting you open is forcing you to clench around nothing.

Daichi offers you his hand and he assists you in standing to your feet, but it doesn’t last long. He bends you over the arm of his recliner in seconds, pulling your dress down and allowing your bare breasts to fall from it.

“Tell daddy what you want,” he teases while rubbing his cock between your folds.

“Want your cock!” You turn your head back to look at him. “Please, I need it.”

“Good fucking girl,” he groans while sliding inside of you.

Even with your intense arousal and the spit on his cock, it stings. Your body goes limp against the arm of the recliner as you try and relax your body to let him in. Crying into the cushion, you try to not be too loud while getting used to his size.

“If I’d known you’d be this tight, I would have fucked you sooner,” he says after fully sheathing himself inside of you.

He isn’t nice enough to give you more time, too overwhelmed with the way you squeeze him so nicely to not start thrusting immediately. You cry out when his cockhead hits deep inside of you, pulling against your walls as he pulls back out only to do it all over again.

It hurts. It feels ethereal.

“Daddy!” You whine as his fingers twirl your nipple between them and he holds you back against him while relentlessly pounding into you. “Too much!”

“Be a good girl,” he hisses. “I know you can take it.”

You whimper in response, his thrusts forcing your breasts into his hands while he continues to assault them. Your thighs begin to shake and your core feels like it’s a tightwire about to break.

“Wanna cum!” You tell him, some part of you knows it's better to warn him or ask instead of letting yourself go. “Please, daddy! Let me cum.”

“Aw, my little slut is learning,” he chuckles, thrusting deep into you and letting you fall back onto the recliner. “Go ahead, cum for daddy. Cream all over my cock sweetheart.”

He hits the sweet spot inside of you once more and you come undone, cumming around his cock and crying out a mixture of daddy and curses. He grunts as you clench around him, body pliable for him to hold you closer while rapidly fucking you.

He cums, and you feel it drip out of you around his cock before you comprehend what’s happened. You’re too fucked out to even care if you’re honest. He pulls your panties back to the side as he pulls out of you.

“You’re going to keep it all in, aren’t you?” He pulls his pants back on, leaving his shirt on the floor and sitting on the couch.

You nod, pulling your dress back over your breasts and adjusting the thin straps back to a comfortable position on your shoulders. He pats his lap again, and you sit across him, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your cheek against his shoulder.

A knock at the door startles you and you look at Daichi with a concerned face.

“Oh,” he laughs. “I lost track of time. Can you get that?”

You sheepishly nod. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I need to go grab something from my room. I’m sure you can handle it.” He disappears down the hall.

Running your hands through your hair to make sure you don’t look crazy, you open the door.

“Oh,” a sharp tone greets you.

“Big sis!!” Kaiya screams, jumping up and down and running inside.

Shit.

“Uh,” who you assume to be her mother says shaking her head. “Is Daichi here?” She’s irritated, and reasonably so. “I need to speak with him immediately.”

“Yeah, he’s right-”

“What do you want?” He appears back into the living room, pulling a loose shirt over his head as he comes in.

He easily could have done that before. Is he doing this on purpose?

Oh god, he is.

You look quickly between the two of them as he steps in the doorway with you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“I think we need to speak in private.” His ex tells him, eyeing you up and down.

“Sweetheart, do you care to take Kaiya to her room to play for a few minutes?” He kisses your forehead and you look away from the intense glare you receive from Kaiya’s mother.

“Daichi! Why are you-”

“Stop,” he says loudly. “---- can watch her for a moment.” He lets go of you.

“Can you show me your room Kaiya?” You ask sweetly and she takes your hand and guides you down the hall.

You’re not sure if you’re grateful Daichi got you away from his ex or if you’re happy Kaiya won’t have to see her parents bicker. Either way, it’s a win for you. Your heart is beating against your chest, making you nauseous. There’s no way he just forgot he was getting his daughter tonight.

You’re flattered that he used you to make her angry, but the more spiteful part of you wishes he had let you in on it a little more. Having you answer the door was good, but you could have left your hair a mess or something more…

“Big sis, why are you here? Did you and daddy have a playdate?” She asks, handing you a stuffed rabbit while you sit on the floor of her room with her.

“Uh,” you giggle. “Yeah, we had a playdate.”

#dilf collab!! #daichi sawamura #sawamura daichi x reader #sawamura daichi smut #daichi smut #dilf daichi #daddy daichi #hq smut #haikyu smut #haikyuu smut

[xiaogenshinmybeloved]

I can't believe i found this fluff and crack SAGAU gem beneath all this trauma and angst😭💞 literally we stan dumbass darling in this house hold. Since many SAGAU fics characters are all about the archons, traveler, albedo, and kaeya, etc. How about the mondststadt girls interact with their grace???

Like imagine everyone thinking "goodness, our god is here, are they trying to tell us something? Have we done something wrong?" from afar, but it's just darling asking amber to summon baron bunny so they can dance together💃🕺

Darling simping on jean, rosaria, eula, and lisa. "Hey lisa, can you say those line again?" "Naughty boys who don't do what they're told needs a- your grace are you sure??"

"😳👉👈💕"

Jean trying to catch up their grace's chaoticness "your grace! Where are you going?!?!" "Trying to find klee so we can make bombs together :D!" "I'M SORRY, WHAT?!"

Overall dumbass darling being a second hand embarrassment but representing all of the genshin impact community that's always wanted to do😩👌✨

My first anon! Hello there!

No worries, this AU will stay as crack and fluff only I am physically incapable of writing angst on purpose, I would make myself cry only. If I do write it on accident then angst grabbed the plot and ran off with it but, generally unless requested you probably won’t see angst here. Only good vibes~

Thank you this is exactly the vibe I wanted dumbass darling to have hahaha. No thoughts head empty but boy do they love everyone! And they’ll shower everyone in love!

You want Mondstadt girls you’re getting Mondstadt girls chapter three was supposed to be someone else but now I want to write Lisa everyone say thank you to this anon!

Already have some plans for Jean, and I think I might be able to add Eula in too if I try

But, if you want me to write separate small stories for the girls, feel free to send another anon, I'll happily oblige!

As for Rosaria… enjoy this small drabble

“Oh, hello sister Rosaria! Nice to meet you!”, you waved at her eagerly from your seat in Angel’s share. Hearing the invitation in your voice, she sat down on the free chair next to you, other one occupied by Kaeya.

“Right… Your grace.”, the title felt weird to speak out. Rosaria has never held much faith in the divine, but she had felt your power and influence herself, and how it allowed her to grow stronger. You really were something different from a human, something above them all. Still… It should be fine if she tries teasing you a little, wouldn’t it? See if she can figure out your motives.

“So, I’ve heard the first time you saw Kaeya you complimented his boobs?”, you just tilted your head at her tho, apparently not noticing Kaeya choking on his drink behind you, and then smiled wide at her.

“Yeah! Why, are you jealous? Don’t worry, yours are also very nice. :D

Ah, Rosaria! Your hand! You broke your glass are you okay?? Are you bleeding?? D:

Kaeya, help! Wait, why are you laughing? Did I say something??”

#Astra's answers tag #genshin cult au #self aware genshin #so in conclusion #girls..... #good shit that good shit #I have no idea how I'll write Lisa yet but #that's a problem for future me #present me wants to try on her hat #Astra's writing tag

[aomine-ryo]

Hi can you do a jealousy headcanon for GOM? 💜

Of course! Hope you like it :)

Headcanons: GOM getting jealous

Kuroko

He doesn’t get jealous very often because he just has so much trust in you

If he ever does, he’s really subtle about it that you won’t even notice unless he tells you

He knew that he could talk to you about anything so he was never particularly uncomfortable with you being around other guys

There was a boy in your class who you had been getting quite close to

He quickly became a good friend of yours, and you’d often hang out with him when Kuroko was busy

He was objectively rather attractive, but you didn’t really see him that way because you only really had eyes for Kuroko

Kuroko wasn’t in your class so he’d sometimes see you walking around the school hallways, however more often than not, you would be with that boy

He seemed like a nice and earnest guy, which is probably why Kuroko began to feel a little threatened by him

Not knowing any better, you invited your friend to come watch one of Kuroko’s practice games with you since you could use the company

Kuroko wasn’t very pleased to see him to say the least

He’d usually glance over at you during games because seeing you watching him motivated him to do better

But now when he looked at you, he’d see you talking to that boy and he’d just feel annoyed

And it definitely showed in the way he played as well because his moves became uninspired and predictable

You went to grab some food with Kuroko’s team and your friend afterwords and Kuroko would not keep his hands off of you

He’d constantly be holding your hand

And he’d leave absolutely no space between you two

Of course, you noticed all of this, but you didn’t want to bring it up in front of everyone

“Hey, so you’ve been spending a lot of time with that guy from your class, huh?” Kuroko said when the two of you were walking back home together

“Yeah, I suppose,” you shrugged, beginning to connect the dots

“Hm,” he hummed, his grip on your hand getting a bit tighter

“Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing,” he mumbled

“You’re jealous aren’t you?” you grinned

His face just became red as he averted his gaze

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denied almost instantly

“So that’s why you were being so touchy back there,” you giggled

“Well I was just making sure he knew that you were mine,” he said, finally deciding to give in

“For what it’s worth, you really don’t need to worry about him— I’m sure he knows.”

“I’m not a violent person but if he tries anything, let him know he can catch these hands,” he said, clenching his other fist and holding it up

“Tetsu, he’s twice your size, but sure.”

Kise

Okay so we know that Kise is really cold with people he generally doesn’t respect

Well, this coldness becomes so amplified when he sees someone he doesn’t know with you

The two of you were on a date at a cafe once and he went to the cashier to place your order while you remained seated at your table

That was when a classmate of yours spotted you and approached you

“Y/N? Didn’t expect to run into you here,” he said, grinning widely before engaging in conversation with you

Meanwhile, Kise was standing in the queue, glaring at you two

In Kise’s eyes, he was very obviously flirting with you— and he was, you just didn’t realise it

Every moment that he looked at you two angered him more and more

The damn boy even made himself comfortable by taking Kise’s seat

Was what he said so funny that you needed to be giggling like that?

Kise hastily placed his order and then stormed over to your table, not bothering to wait for your food

The boy was just about to reach out to touch you when Kise slammed his hand down on the table, startling both of you

He didn’t intend to do it with so much force but it just happened and he didn’t care

“Hey Y/N-cchi, who’s this?” Kise snarled, voice calm but menacing at the same time

“Oh hey Ryouta, this is Satou, a classmate of mine,” you introduced innocently

“Hi there,” Kise said, flashing him a fake smile and not even bothering to register his name in his head, “Y/N-cchi and I are kind of on a date right now, and you’re in my seat.”

Kise took your hand that was resting on the table and squeezed it tight, making the jealousy much more obvious to you

Your classmate visibly showed his annoyance through an eye roll as he stood up from Kise’s seat

“Alright,” he sighed. “See you around, Y/N.”

His and Kise’s eyes were shooting daggers at each other at this point

“Sure you will,” Kise mumbled sarcastically as he watched him walk off

“Babe they’ve been waving at you from the counter for the past two minutes now, trying to get your attention,” you pointed out, looking at the worker who was just about to give up and bring the order to you herself

“Ah crap,” Kise muttered before rushing over to meet the worker halfway and apologise

“I think someone got a bit carried away with their jealousy, don’t you think?” you said once he got back

“Tch, the guy goes to our school. He should know that you’re mine by now. Yet he still thought he had a shot, what an idiot,” Kise scoffed, just the thought of the boy talking to you getting him riled up again

“You’re intimidating when you’re jealous, it’s weird.”

“Weird? I can be intimidating! Why is that weird?” Kise pouted, switching back to his usual eccentric self

“Because you still sleep with stuffed animals, Ryouta,” you giggled

“And so do you, what’s your point?”

Midorima

So he’s not one to really initiate things like PDA

He’s the kind of guy that just holds your hand in public and that’s about it

However when he gets jealous, he becomes a whole other type of possessive

You’d be hanging out with him and a few of your friends from school

And one of the guys would constantly flirt with you

You didn’t really think too much of it because you thought he was just being friendly

But between the flirtatious teasing and unnecessary touching, Midorima was slowly losing his patience

He’d be really subtle at first

He’d hold your hand a bit tighter and hold you by your waist every now and then, all while eyeing the guy down in hopes that he’d get the message

Obviously, it wasn’t enough because he’d barely even notice Midorima and would continue chatting away with you as if your boyfriend wasn’t right there

“Hey Y/N, do you wanna go to that manga store over there together?” your friend said, seemingly inviting only you even though there were five other people in your group

“Actually, Y/N and I were just planning on leaving, sorry,” Midorima intervened, the ‘sorry’ oozing with so much sarcasm that it was clear that he really didn’t like the guy

“Oh already? You don’t have to leave just because Midorima is, you know,” your friend said

Hahaha it took everything in Midorima to not send him flying like his three pointers

“Excuse me? I think you’re crossing the line there a bit, don’t you think—“

“It’s getting pretty late, we should get going,” you said quickly before things could escalate

After shooting one last glare at your friend, Midorima walked away with you

“The nerve of that guy— unbelievable,” Midorima sighed

“I thought you were going to punch him or something, that’s why I stopped you so quickly,” you giggled

“Honestly, I might have,” Midorima chuckled. “How are you even friends with someone like him?”

“I guess he’s just friendly,” you shrugged. “Looks like someone was a bit jealous though.”

“Please, why would I be jealous of an idiot like him,” Midorima scoffed

He’d never admit to an emotion like jealousy— ever

Aomine

Oh god this boy does not handle jealousy well

He would 100% break someone’s nose if he feels like they’re getting too close

The two of you were at a party once and Aomine decided to take a break from dancing for a moment to grab a drink

So he was leaning against the wall sipping on his drink while watching you on the dance floor

Of course, he wasn’t very pleased to find you dancing with some other guy

Aomine recognised him as someone who went to your school, so he very well could just be a friend of yours

However that didn’t stop him from feeling a growing amount of jealousy as each moment passed

Did you really need to be dancing that close to him?

Aomine should be the only one you dance like that with

He was already a bit tipsy so he may not have been thinking straight

But he completely lost it when he saw your bodies swaying so carelessly together

Next thing he knew, he was storming over to the dance floor

You didn’t even notice him until you were suddenly ripped away from the boy you were previously dancing with

And once again you were dancing with Aomine

He was holding your waist tight and his face was as close as ever

“What do you think you’re doing dancing like that with someone else?” Aomine growled

“Why? Is someone jealous?” you joked as you continued to move along with him to the music

“Don’t tease around like that. You’re all mine, don’t you realise?” he grinned, shoving his lips onto yours before you could say another word

The kiss was desperate and heavy, and as a result, sloppy— not that you minded too much

After seeing that act, the guy from earlier backed off, though you didn’t even notice or care for that matter

I mean, why would you care about any other guy when Aomine Daiki was in front of you?

Murasakibara

He gets jealous very easily

He’s like a child when it comes to most things— he doesn’t share

You’ve had your fair share of encounters with other guys that ended with Murasakibara scaring them off

The two of you were seated on the couch together on your phones

There was absolutely no reason for Murasakibara to have come over to your house just to be on his phone, but he just enjoyed your presence

You were scrolling through TikTok because you’d run out of things to do

You landed on a video of these two shirtless boys dancing to a song that you liked so you just watched for the hell of it

You started scrolling through the comments while the video kept replaying, garnering Murasakibara’s attention

The second he saw what you were watching his possessiveness just kicked in

“You really like watching those boys, huh?” he said, glaring at the boys as if they could see through the screen

“Not really, I just like the song,” you shrugged before turning to him with a smirk, “why? Are you jealous?”

“Well if it means I can get more of your attention then sure, I guess I’m jealous,” he answered simply. “Do I have to take my shirt off and do a dance too?”

“I wasn’t going to say that, but now that you mention it, I’d love to see it,” you giggled

Next thing you knew, he wrapped his arms around you, sending you toppling back onto the couch

“Too bad I can’t dance, I guess you’ll have to make do with some kisses for now,” he said softly, making your heart flutter

“Ah dammit, I wanted to see you dance,” you sighed, pretending to be disappointed

“Shut up,” he groaned, before pressing his lips against yours

This was what he was usually like when he got jealous though

He wouldn’t necessarily get angry or anything like that unless a guy was relentlessly hitting on you

But he’d just become really lovey and clingy just as a way of reminding you that it was him who’d love you the most

Akashi

We all know he’s a classy gentleman

So you can’t expect any dramatic outbursts from him when he gets jealous

He’s always able to keep a calm and composed exterior (not that that’s ever stopped anyone from feeling threatened by him)

Anyone who knew Akashi knew never to mess with him

And they especially knew how much he valued you so one step too far would probably lead to their demise

However, there was one boy at a dinner party you both attended who somehow didn’t get the memo

You ended up being seated in the middle of him and Akashi, which gave him the opportunity to chat with you as much as he liked

Of course, Akashi wasn’t the most pleased to hear what he had to say to you

It was very obviously some awful flirting

You just thought he was being friendly so you entertained his conversation

“Y/N, maybe you should stop chatting and eat— your food is getting cold,” Akashi said in attempt to get him to stop— it was getting frustrating at this point

For the rest of the night, Akashi remained clung onto you with his arm around your waist, monitoring every movement of that boy

It was particularly strange because Akashi was the type to mingle at events like these so you knew something was wrong

Akashi’s cold gaze seemed to be enough to make the guy keep his distance though

Akashi is just too powerful lmao

Once the two of you got back home, Akashi pounced to kiss you almost immediately

“Woah what was that for?” you asked when you pulled away from the kiss that seemed so urgent

“You looked gorgeous tonight, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” Akashi said sweetly

“Aww, thank you, Sei.”

“A lot of people seemed to think so too by the looks of it. Especially that guy that sat next to you at the table,” Akashi pointed out

“Oh. Did you get jealous or something?” you questioned

“Well, yes. I want to be the only one looking at you like that. But I guess it can’t be helped sometimes,” he said, body still as close to yours as ever

“You’re the only one I want so you don’t have to worry for even a moment,” you said reassuringly

“Then that’s all that matters,” Akashi said with a smile before pulling you in for a soft kiss filled with nothing but adoration

#kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #kuroko no basket x reader #generation of miracles #knb #kuroko tetsuya #akashi seijuro #aomine daiki #kise ryota x reader #aomine daiki x reader #kise ryouta #murasakibara atsushi #midorima shintarou #midorima shintaro x reader #murasakibara atsushi x reader #kuroko tetsuya x reader #akashi seijuro x reader

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: The Forbidden Pool

Eyyyy we’re gonna see Gollum again!

(Why am I happy to see Gollum?? I guess he’s fun to draw, and I’m looking forward to doing that. But also he brings conflict and mischief with him whenever he goes, and that’s what makes a book Very Interesting. It’s been a bit boring lately.)

Sam has a Frodo-Sense! >:-O It’s like one of those GPS pet-tracker thingies that ping your phone when it passes out of a certain range—

Okay, I’ll admit it, the Window sounds lovely. I’d like to see something like that in real life.

DANG, Faramir can be SAVAGE if he wants.

Sam: “It’s cold out here.” Faramir: “Did I invite you?” Sam: “No 8-|” Faramir: “Then the cold is just punishment.”

Faramir: “Some squirrel, Anborn. Can squirrels swim?”

Faramir: “Should we shoot?” Frodo: “…..No.” Sam, if he’d had his way: “YES”

Faramir: “What has he come here for?” Frodo: “He’s looking for something. Irresistibly drawn to it.” Faramir: “The Ring?” Frodo: “Fish.”

Frodo resorts to talking like Gollum in a desperate attempt to get Gollum to listen to him, like an exasperated mother with her toddler. I’m telling you, this is the funniest thing X’-D

“Where is the other one, the cross rude hobbit?” HA! (See in the book Gollum actually KNOWS Sam’s name—he uses it in the Dead Marshes—but why would he allow him that courtesy when he can insult him instead??)

Frodo: “I feel terrible. I hate having to do this to him.” Sam: “So do I. I hate having anything to do with him.”

Faramir: “The fish of this pool are dearly bought.” Gollum: “*drops fish* Don’t want fish.” Hahaha how else was he supposed to take that, Faramir??

Faramir: “Cut him loose. *hands Frodo a knife*” Gollum: D-8 !!!!!

“There are locked doors and closed windows in your mind, and dark rooms behind them.” Me too.

Something about the fact that Frodo wants to make sure he himself is trustworthy, even as it involves Gollum—who can’t be trustworthy to save his life—kinda strikes me for some reason. “I can assure my own strength of character, even as it involves this treacherous leech. If you can’t trust him, trust me.”

I’m fascinated with the details of this contract. Apparently, Faramir’s word alone has legal holding for “a year and a day”, unless Frodo comes back within that time and presents himself before Denethor, in which case Faramir will ask to make the contact lifelong before what’s basically the Supreme Court of Gondor. So if Frodo shows up in Minas Tirith a year and TWO days after this contract was agreed upon, does that mean it’s void? What would be the ramifications of that? There’s both positive and negative things associated with this contract: “You’re free in all the lands of Gondor and under the protection of me and my people, but also you’re not allowed to come back to Ranger territory unless we ask you to.” So what is reversed on that hypothetical year-and-second-day, and what still holds? It doesn’t matter, of course, because I think by then Aragorn is king and everything, but I like splitting hairs unnecessarily for my own entertainment.

Frodo: “I thank you, and I am at your service, if that’s of any worth to you.” Faramir: “It is of great worth.” Oh ;-;

Faramir, to Gollum: “And may death find you swiftly, within Gondor or without, if you do not well serve [Frodo].” Oh, it will, Faramir. IT WILL.

Faramir, still to Gollum: “Leave us, and take that nasty half-eaten fish on the floor with you!”

“If Cirith Ungol is named, old men and masters of lore will blanch and fall silent.” Old men and masters of lore are afraid of spiders.

“What spell would [the Ring] work in Minas Tirith? Shall there be two cities of Minas Morgul, grinning at each other across a dead land filled with rottenness?” Ohhhhhohoho that is such a visceral mental image. Poetry, Frodo. Poetry of the kind that makes the bottom of my stomach drop out. *applause*

“If ever beyond hope you return to the lands of the living and we re-tell our tales, sitting by a wall in the sun, laughing at old grief, you shall tell me then.” Annnnd more poetry, but now the heart-stabby kind.

But that begs the question: Did Frodo get to tell Faramir the story of Gollum and the Ring while he was recovering after returning from Mordor? Or maybe Gandalf told Faramir himself. I imagine it would be a sore spot for Frodo.

For all of us who are going through a hard time right now, myself included: May we all sit by a wall in the sun, laughing at old grief, and re-tell our tales, someday.

#faramir #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #gollum #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing #assorted thoughts #spent more time looking for a good image to end this than i did actually writing the thing

[theluminoussunflower]

best behavior (or as close as you can get)

while amelia was away for the weekend, stephanie's parents invited her to come home

at that point, steph has no interest in engaging with her parents, but pittsie said it would be good

"you can tell them how you felt when they didn't come last weekend," he says when the two are alone in the library

but stephanie shakes her head, "that'll start an argument, i'm too tired for that"

pittsie wants to joke "then take a nap beforehand"

but he can tell stephanie won't appreciate his amazing sense of humor him not reading the room

"do you want me to come with you?" pittsie asks instead "just tell them you want to invite a friend"

"i don't know, you're still on thin ice with my father with the skirt stunt," stephanie says

"oh come on, i didn't do anything wrong!"

"i know that, but he thinks you're... i don't know, gay or something"

pittsie's face scrunched up "would that matter?"

"to him, you know how he is"

"well, i promise to not wear a skirt, and i promise to behave as heterosexually as possible," pittsie says, sitting up straight "i'll even ask for your hand in marriage if it proves to him that i am so"

stephanie laughs, for the first time in probably a week "i'll say no"

"damn, really?" pittsie says frowning, although he's not actually sad, "you wouldn't marry me?"

"not with a gun to my head"

HAHAHA ANYWAY

stephanie asks, and her parents allow pittsie to come to their house for sunday brunch

(of course on the condition that he'll be on his best behavior)

so after sunday morning service, a driver takes them to the meeks' residence

it's not a large house per se

there are only three bedrooms, so stephanie's brothers share a room

and stephanie's room isn't exactly her own

it's designed for guests mainly because they have more guests than times when stephanie stays the night

the kitchen/dining room is petite, perfect for four people to eat in

still in their sunday best, stephanie and pittsie wait at the front door for an answer

"remember, no mentioning the club, most likely don't mention poetry unless we're talking about mr anderson's class," stephanie whispers

"and no talking about stephen," pittsie says as a reminder for himself

not making that mistake again

mrs meeks answers the door

pittsie towers over her (he usually does with everyone)

but mrs meeks is even shorter than her daughter

she's like a doll, with perfect hair, perfect clothes, a soft and kind face

pittsie always thought it was such an odd contrast from mrs to mr

the three pass by the framed photograph of mr meeks, mr pitts, and stephen, in their uniforms in vietnam

before... well, you know

both stephanie and pittsie hate the photograph

it reminds them of how their fathers could have been

happy

mr meeks is at the table reading the paper while he does nothing for the food being ever-so-slightly burnt on the stove

"gerry junior," he says when steph and pittsie enter, "how's your father?"

"he's fine, his last surgery went really well," pittsie says

bone graft in his leg (no fun)

stephanie helps her mother finish cooking

(pittsie would have also because that's polite but mr meeks caught him in a conversation about school that he couldn't get out of)

"you're enjoying your classes?" mrs meeks asks steph and pittsie

both nod

"we were lucky enough to get the best teachers this year," pittsie says

"do you have a favorite?" mrs asks

"do you have a favorite child, mrs meeks?" pittsie jokes

it makes stephanie roll her eyes a bit, "mr anderson's my favorite," she says

mr meeks nods, seemingly approving of her choice

"i guess me too," pittsie says, "i like dalton though"

the air shifts

mr meeks nearly chokes on his champagne

"dalton" he sneers under his breath

the table is silent, neither steph nor pittsie wants to continue the conversation

mr meeks slams his fist on the table, making steph and mrs meeks nearly jump out of their seats

"i still can't believe richard cameron would ever think to hire a scoundrel like charlie dalton," he says

"william, i—" mrs meeks starts to say in a small voice

"god damn rascal shouldn't be allowed in the school!"

"mr meeks," pittsie finally speaks over him, "i'm not sure how you remember mr dalton, but i highly doubt he is currently the reckless misfit you make him sound like"

"he really is a great teacher," stephanie says, "he's clear with the content, he's not too difficult with grading, he's actually opened my eyes to a lot of the failings of our democracy, and it's made me think that we—pitts and i and our friends—would benefit from—"

"do you hear this, moira?" mr meeks asks his wife, whose chin is tucked into her chest

"it sounds like she's had a lot to think about..." she says with a nervous laugh

"is it really so important the way he teaches, so long as we're learning?" pittsie wonders

"if he teaches her what's wrong with our country, what's to stop her from... oh, i don't know, opening her mind to other avenues," mr meeks continues

"he's not teaching us—" pittsie is basically red in the face at this point

"i think... um..." stephanie can see smoke coming out of her father's ears, "i think we should leave it there"

stephanie and pittsie leave once they're done with brunch, and both are silent on the drive back to welton

pittsie walks stephanie back to her dorm, "should we tell someone?" he asks, "about your dad?"

"what about him?" stephanie says, glum

pittsie shrugs "just that... he's... i don't know... the way that he is"

"and what'll change?" stephanie shuts the door

meanwhile, across the school, charlie dalton is in his office, getting his work organized for the next day

and cameron comes in

"charlie?"

just by the tone of voice and the way cameron holds himself, charlie senses it's Bad

"am i fired?" he asks

which he usually does, as a joke!

(but bro, i don't think it's a joke anymore)

"no," cameron says

not yet

"i got a complaint from a parent about you," he says, "as per protocol, i have to temporarily suspend your teaching, until i get things sorted"

"who?" charlie asks, furrowed brows

"i can't say"

"cameron, you've watched me teach, i haven't done anything unorthodox"

charlie feels desperate, for the first time in a while too

"i know, it's just protocol, hopefully you'll be back by next week"

"next week? what about my students? what'll they do? how can i possibly get a week behind schedule and get them prepared for exams?"

cameron doesn't say anything for a moment

his mind just freezes for a second

the way charlie's biggest concern wasn't himself (for once), rather his students

one of whom obviously said something off about their civics teacher to warrant a report

"they'll be separated into mr o'dowd's classes for now"

"he'll be totally overwhelmed, cam, is there even enough room?"

"charlie, i never thought i'd say this, but your focus should be on you, specifically keeping your job"

"b-but the kids—"

"i know, everything will be fine"

they stand in silence for a moment

"i'll do anything," charlie says, "i'll do anything to stay, i... i can't give up on these kids"

monday comes

and imagine todd anderson's shock when he returns from his first weekend away all year and he finds out that charlie got reported

"not even a semester into teaching," he says pacing around his apartment, where charlie lies on todd's bed "that's almost impressive!"

"todd, would you not make jokes right now?" charlie says, staring at the ceiling "when i used to get in trouble, at least i knew why, i'm completely in the dark here"

todd sighs, "if cameron said you didn't have to worry, i'd believe him, besides you're only suspended from teaching, nothing's stopping you from gathering your students in the library and doing your lessons there"

"feel like i'd be adding fuel to the fire by doing that," charlie says, "i just have to wait it out, see what cameron does"

todd stares at charlie for another moment

this isn't the piece of shit menace to society he knew in high school

"charlie... um," todd says, "if it gets down to it and stuff... i'll vouch for you"

charlie sits up and looks at todd

"you're a good teacher, i've heard nothing but good things from the students, you should have this job, and they should have you as a teacher"

todd doesn't realize it until charlie hugs him, but he's shaking

just a little bit

but enough that charlie feels it

there's a sign taped to mr dalton's door, instructing students to go to the library where mr o'dowd will teach them for who knows how long

rumors start flying

rumor, rather

that mr dalton was fired

but no one could think of why he could have been

it wasn't anything he was doing in the classroom

mr cameron never seemed bothered when he'd come in and observe

and none of the teachers could say anything

not even amelia could get a straight answer from her dad

("is he coming back?"

"i'm not sure"

"do you think he should come back?"

"shouldn't you be in chemistry right now?")

when stephanie finds out, it hits her like a brick

my father is behind this

she goes to pittsie immediately

she's panicking, to say the least

"ohmygodi'mgoingtogetmrdaltonfiredthisisallmyfault"

the best pittsie can do is remind her that he's seen mr dalton today

on his way to mr cameron's office

he also wasn't very helpful

("i just assumed you were sick"

"no, it's grown up stuff"

"???")

in mr cameron's office, charlie sits with cameron and mr and mrs meeks

"can you tell me exactly what your daughter told you about mr dalton that concerned you?" cameron says for maybe the third time

"she said he was teaching her the failings of our democracy," mr meeks says

cameron stares at him, waiting for an elaboration

"in my defense—" charlie starts

cameron clears his throat, "part of the curriculum for civics is teaching students about the positives and negatives with different forms of government, do you believe that's what she was referring to? or do you believe he was being... unnecessarily unpatriotic?"

"i believe charles dalton is instilling ideas into my daughter that will make her rethink her morals to a troubling extent," mr meeks continues

"make her rethink the ideas you instilled into her," charlie corrects, "because god forbid your daughter thinks for herself"

"running off course, instead of running with the crowd, is what got neil perry killed," mr meeks spits, "and i won't remind you what happened to keating after"

charlie eyes go wide

this guy is... an unfortunate victim of pstd following his time in vietnam and witnessing the death of his older brother

but he's also a shit dad

"mr meeks, with all due respect, i think your concern comes from a miscommunication," cameron says, "and i understand you want your daughter educated to your standards"

mr meeks nods, the first rational thing he had done the whole conversation

"and based on my observations and the feedback i've gotten from students and teachers alike, mr dalton is doing exactly that"

charlie smirks

"i can assure you, the last thing we'd ever want to do is turn your daughter against the country you, your brother, and i fought for"

"the country steve died for" mr meeks says

cameron nods and sighs

as if he could forget

mr and mrs meeks leave shortly after, and charlie stays back in cameron's office

"jesus, what a dick," charlie says, sorta finding his sense of humor for the first time that day

cameron shrugs, "he's kinda always been like that, makes me worry about stephanie a bit"

"and what about the mrs?" charlie asks "she didn't say a word the whole time"

"dunno" cameron says, "look, i've gotta run all this by the board..."

charlie sighs heavily "great"

"between you and me," cameron says "i wouldn't worry, the board may be unreasonable, but they also make the curriculum, so if a parent doesn't like it, it's not the teacher's fault, you know?"

"but they can still blame it on me," charlie says

"i won't let that happen"

with a stupid little smirk on his face, charlie turns and leaves the office

enough of these stupid adults, back to the kiddies

they gather in the cave after extracurriculars

they don't know the verdict of mr dalton yet, so they're just trying to get their minds off everything

"how was your weekend?" evan asks when amelia arrives

"good," she says with a nod, "went to whit's, or my grandparents' if anyone else asks"

"did you talk to your dad about... you know, what we talked about last time?" richie asks

amelia pauses, "yeah, he said he had to lie, parents forced him, just like you said"

"i'm sorry," richie says

"don't be"

"OKAY!" pittsie yells "why don't we start this meeting? who's first?"

it's quiet for a moment

"i've got one," evan says

he takes out a collection and flips to a dog-eared page, and reads:

whisper of yellow globes gleaming on lamp-posts that sway like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog

and let your breath be moist against me like bright beads on yellow globes

telephone the power-house that the main wires are insulate

(her words play softly up and down dewy corridors of billboards)

then with your tongue remove the tape and press your lips to mine till they are incandescent

"tommer," amelia says "nice"

evan smiles, proud of himself

"me next," stephanie says, "bobby frosty's been my friend recently"

(amelia introduced her)

steph reads:

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

amelia's eyes linger on stephanie, narrowed

while everyone else comments on the poem

she wants to reach out and touch her face, but she doesn't

"'melia," lacey says, "didn't you say you had something?"

amelia jerks away and nods, quickly taking out a piece of paper, and reads:

O Me! O life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d, Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me, Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined, The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

she stops, slowly folds the paper, looking around at her friends, as she finishes with the answer:

That you are here—that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

"what will your verse be?" she asks

~

the poems are Her Lips Are Copper Wire by Jean Tommer, Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost, and O Me! O Life! by Walt Whitman

i'm pretty sure i forgot to cite the poems last time so rip

btw, if i get one (1) comment being like "that's not how reporting teachers would work!!!1! ur so dumb, theluminoussunflower!!", just know that i don't care <3

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Jaune Sempai AU) Weiss was a spoiled brat for a good while at the beginning, not entirely her fault but still. She got a good reality check about leadership from Port, does the same thing happen here? Or does Jaune give chip in his few cents about leadership to the new teams?

Weiss was slowly walking through the halls of Beacon, thinking about the talk she had with Professor Port just a few minutes ago. 'Savor what I have? Be the best person I can be? I'm sure I could be an even better person if I was the leader of this team... I'd learn so much more and I could help more by giving orders rather than following them! A Schnee leads, never follows! ...But...' Weiss slowly came to a stop in the middle of a hallway intersection. With it being so late, not many students were traversing the halls so she didn't need to worry about being in anyone's way. 'Was the Professor right...? About me getting everything handed to me up until now...?'

"Ah, Weiss right?" The heiress was jarred out of her pondering by a sudden voice from next to her. She turned her head to see the blond third-year she met on her first night at Beacon. Jaune Arc, was his name she believed, was standing there with a cart in front of him holding snacks, drinks, and a projector. "It's good to see you again."

Weiss stood up straight and turned to face him fully out of respect. "O-oh Jaune, it's good to see you as well."

Jaune leaned forward, and rested his forearms on the cart's handle. "I saw how you did great during initiation. It was quite impressive that the four of you were able to take out a Nevermore of that size."

Weiss felt some pride swell in her chest at the praise from such a well known upperclassman. "Well thank you, it was a rather... interesting experience teaming up like that."

"Well, you can't force teamwork. At least, not the kind the four of you showed. That stuff has to pretty much come naturally, and it did."

"Again, thank you." Weiss' eyes landed on the cart of food and drinks in front of him. "W-what might all that be for Jaune?"

"Oh this stuff? Some friends are celebrating the new semester starting today and they invited me, so I decided to grab some snacks for us all."

"Oh! Well that sounds... rather fun."

Her distracted tone wasn't lost on Jaune. The third year leaned in a bit more towards her over the cart, getting a good look at her. And her aura. "Hey... Are you doing okay? You seem a bit... down today."

Wiess was surprised by the question. "Oh! I-is it that apparent?"

"A bit." 'Well no not really. But having so many sisters and being able to see your aura dampen helps quite a lot.' "So what's up?"

Weiss wasn't sure she should complain anymore than she already had. She'd already been given a new perspective, and a small telling off, by Professor Port. Did she really want to try it again?

Well... another point a view couldn't hurt right? "Well it's just that... I was really expecting to be made team leader. Instead, Headmaster Ozpin appointed Ruby as our team's leader. A-and Professor Port already told me to let it go and just be the best huntress I can be instead, but I just don't think she's right for it!"

"And you think you'd be a better fit as the leader?"

Jaune's straight forward tone made Weiss already regret bringing it up. "W-well no... at least not anymore. Like Professor Port said, I should focus on what I have and can work with rather than what I don't." Weiss put her hands behind her and looked off to the side a bit.

"Well he is right. You weren't made team leader, not much you can do about it now. I think the Professor was right though, what you should focus on is accepting it and moving forward. Focus on improving yourself for now and working to improve your team as a member, not a leader. You and all of your teammates are on the same team. You all add to it. One person can't suddenly contribute more help or more valuable.... uuuhhh... help than the other members just because they were made the 'leader', ya know?

"Yes... I suppose that is true... But all my life I've been taught to take initiative. By my father and my sister. Neither of them were just followers, they paved their own ways."

"Your sister? You said your last name was Schnee right? Wouldn't that make your sister Winter Schnee? The Atlas Specialist?"

Weiss was caught off guard by that completely. She'd thought he'd ask about her father with her family name, not her sister. "Y-yes, she is. Do you know her?"

Jaune stood up from leaning over the cart, chuckling nervously a little bit. "Aaaaah well... I've met her in the past a few times, but I wouldn't say I really 'know' her. She's pretty strong though."

Weiss beamed happily at hearing him talk highly of her sister. "She certainly is~! I actually used to train with her occasionally and she even taught me some things she knew personally."

"Well then I'd better be careful if we were to fight haha." Jaune laughed lightly at how Weiss talked about her sister. He could almost feel Weiss's admiration for her rolling off in waves. "But you realize she needs to follow orders too right? She may be a specialist and have a high rank in the military, but she still needs to follow orders from people above her, like General Ironwood."

Weiss looked like she realized what Jaune was getting at. "I-I suppose you... aren't incorrect."

Jaune smiled and nodded a little at her understanding. "Everyone has orders and people to follow, even people with the title of 'leader'. And if not orders, then rules they need to follow. And if not rules, then some other duties or obligations. All you can really do is try and sort out which ones are the right ones for you to follow and be the best individual you can be." Jaune's warm smile dropped a bit before the next sentence. "Besides... I think you lucked out not being made the leader."

Weiss looked back over to him as she heard his voice at the last sentence lack the same tone he'd had the rest of their talk. "What do you mean by that?"

Jaune looked a bit surprised. He didn't mean to say that for her to hear. "O-oh nothing. I-it's just... I think being a leader isn't all it's cracked up to be. You have to take extra classes, work out whatever problems or kinks form in your team, be responsible for all your teammates and their actions, and honestly it won't matter a whole lot once you graduate Beacon unless you all decide to stick together and take jobs as a group. A lot more responsibility for not a lot of reward hahaha... ha ha." Jaune's awkward chuckle at the end didn't seem to ease Weiss's suspicion, so Jaune decided to finish up his point. "Just... don't think so hard on what leaders are shown or talked about as. Think about what they really are. There could still come a time where you'll need to take the lead on something. And... Ruby might appreciate your support and help."

Weiss looked really thoughtful about everything he said. Her eyes glanced down a bit in thought. "T-thank you Jaune... Both you and Port have given me quite a lot to think about..."

"Y-yeah sorry... that was a lot all at once..." Jaune rubbed the back of his head a little sheepishly. "But don't let it overwhelm you. It's your first day as a student. You have plenty of time to figure things out."

Weiss smiled softly. He was right... she'd been putting so much pressure on herself and being excellent 24/7, she forgot that she only just started. "Thank you, again. That has put my mind at ease a little."

"Glad to hear it! Now you might want to get moving. Curfew is in a little bit and trust me, you don't want Professor Goodwitch catching you out past it."

Weiss's eyes widened. She had totally forgotten how late it was! "Right! Sorry for taking up your time, but I must be going!" Weiss gave a swift nod and continued walking down the hallway she was heading towards a few minutes ago.

"No worries! I enjoyed our talk Weiss!" Jaune waved off after her until she was a good distance away, then continued on his own trip down the other one.

As the sound of the cart wheels rolling and occasionally squeaking became the only noise around him, Jaune started to let his mind drift and think about what he'd said to Weiss just a minute ago. 'Not all it's cracked up to be... yeah... what an understatement. You dodged a bullet Weiss... you just have no idea what. I hope the same bullet misses Ruby too...'

Jaune left those thoughts behind after that and just focused on making his way to Team CFVY's dorm room to meet up with everyone.

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