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jwanniie · 7 months

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hi, can u do gp Karina x reader?

I have been feral over rina and step sis smut so I had to write one!!!

STEP-SIS RINA!!

Pairings: Step-sister G!p Karina x step-sister Fem reader!

Word count: 1k-ish

Warnings: alcohol consumption, drunk sex, p in v, words bitch, slut, whore etc used, mean Karina, switch reader and rina, make out session, parents divorce, pantie stealing, kinda fuck girl rina, step-cest, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your Willy), not proofread and just nasty smut!!!

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Moving or changing environments was never something you enjoyed. Each time you moved to a new house, you were met with an unfamiliar and hollow feeling. When you found out that your parents were separating and everyone would be starting a new life in different homes, it felt like a sharp pain in your heart. And to add to that, your mother has found a new man, which means that you’re going to move in with him and his bitch of a daughter.

Karina was never nice to you, you knew her since high school. She was a bitch, heartbreaker, mean attitude and what you call a whore. She has fucked every girl you’d think of principals daughter, fucked. Girls football Teams captain, done ages ago. Girls basketball teams coach, done. Every girl that would pass by, lured already.

She could literally get anyone down between her legs, sucking her cock dry. Only one person has never acknowledged her, you. You saw her as an attention-begging bitch, whose chin is up.

That made Karina’s jaw clench in humiliation. She made tons of plans but none of them worked, all of them failing miserably. The way you never even glance her way or give her the attention that she wants. She almost gave up until…

She found out her dad was moving in with your mom, it was like discovering a $100 bill on the street, waiting for someone to claim it. And what a fool she would be if she didn't grip that chance.

During the first meeting between your mother, yourself, and her father, she was smiling brightly and talking non-stop. She was showering you and your mom with compliments and fake pouting when it was time for you to leave. Her fake act was so fake that it made you feel nauseous and you wanted to vomit.

And that’s how she acted every time your mom and her man were around, doing the most stomach aching fake shit she could ever muster. You never even flashed a smile towards her, your mom thought you were too mean and rude to your step-sister who was only trying to be a good sister to you.🥺😔

She eavesdropped when your mom was talking to you, or more like complaining about how you should start getting grip of your mean attitude. Even tho she is the mean one here, she only plastered one of her signature smirks and headed towards her room.

Your parents were leaving for their honeymoon, leaving you and that annoying thing all alone and….together. Like you thought things can’t get worse but oh how wrong you were.

You hated to admit or acknowledge this, the agitated tension replaced by sexual tension. You don’t know why or how, but the way she left lingering touches on your thigh. Or how she rubbed her crotch against your heat when passing by you in the kitchen or how she stole your used panties and jerked off to them, you know each piece of your panties and the one she stole was your favorite so you immediately noticed when it got lost, only finding it under her bed days later when your mom told you to clean her room since Karina is all day out.

You smirked to yourself and decided to play with her further, your outfits getting skimpier and skimpier each passing day. Your clothed heat rubbing against her uncomfortable erection a little longer or the way your boobs press against her back.

You were laying comfortably on your bed scrolling through whatever shit that popped up into your feed. Karina was out in those frat parties probably a girl bent over and against some available counter for her, ramming her cock in and out of that slutty pussy.

But to your surprise she was not. She was downstairs having her own bar at home, drinking anything that she had her hands on, her alcohol tolerance was high and she could drink and be perfectly fine. So when she came to your room, alcohol smell overshadowing her expensive perfume you knew that she had drunk a lot and is not in her right senses.

“Karina what are you-“ you got cut off with a strong whiskey tasting kiss, it was like you were the one who drunk not her, for actually kissing her back. Even tho your mind hated this, your heart loved every bit of it. Your lips dancing against each other’s passionately. She bit your lower lip earning a gasp from you, her tongue moving inside your mouth exploring your mouth, then her tongue started sucking your tongue.

Her hands roamed all over your body, not knowing where to touch first. Her fingers impatiently fiddling with the straps of your top, letting it slide down along the strap of your bra. Your neck area and the sexy parting of your boobs, leaving her mouth watered. She started kissing down your jaw then neck and chest, coating all this area with her saliva, and the saliva that once was in your mouth.

Her hands squishing and squeezing your soft mounds, the smell of the alcohol and those intoxicating kisses making your brain shut and mind dizzy. Desire swiping off all the thoughts of this being wrong.

Your hand traveled down to her sweats, palming the rock hard erection that she has been slowly humping against your legs. You massaged it and rubbed small circles over it, making her hiss in the pleasurable pain, wanting more.

You changed positions,you now on top of her. Your clit making contact with her base, grinding yourself against it, high pitched moans threatening to fall, but you couldn’t care less and let them fall.

Her swinging her hips and rubbing her erection back at you. The friction more and better.

You lifted yourself up and slid down her sweats then boxers. Her cock springing out, red and heavy, blood rushing through it. You discarded your shorts and top, throwing them in the same pile as her sweatpants. Your legs were in each side of her hips, you lifted yourself up once more before sinking down on her length. A choked moan from you and a groan from her. Her tip hit your g-spot perfectly. You stayed there not moving, enjoying the sight of her so desperate and hungry for you. Squirming trying to start thrusting back up at you, gripping your waist so tightly, that red nail marks were there.

You leaned down on her, making your boobs suffocate her. She took a deep inhale, processing your perfume. The smell that made her crave you more and a low whine escaped her lips.

You decided enough teasing. You started sinking your core down to meet her tip, which parted your folds deliciously. Whimpers coming from the both of you. You fucked yourself faster, using her as your own personal dildo.

Her loud groans echoing through the room along with your moans. She was always dominant in every hook up she had, but being the submissive for once was different type of pleasure. One she didn’t think she’d like this much.

The pornographic scene and noises that came out of you and the way you basically were jumping on her dick. Made her cum shoot deep inside your womb, your tummy slightly swollen and your juices ran down your thighs then her pelvis. Your tight hole squeezing her now more.

She laid there limp and you laid on top of her. Not long after she was in a deep slumber, you were admiring her deeply, you never knew how pretty she actually is till now.

Deep down you maybe loved this even more than her.

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smusherina · 6 months

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yard work - chapter 1 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

chapter 2

Summers spent cleaning the Georges' pool, mowing their lawn, fixing up their garage door, and giving the odd oil change to one of their cars was the norm for you. Your father had made it big as a self-made entrepreneur, climbing the ladder rung by rung all the way up from rock bottom, but he had ensured your upbringing reflected his humble roots. That meant that while you never had to go hungry like he did, your allowance was minimal. Enough for school lunch and a few dollars to spare.

Doing odd jobs around the neighbourhood had been your primary means of making money for the last couple of years. The block was pretty fancy, so not everybody wanted to hire some twerp with no experience when a professional was easily available. Even so, rich folk were surprisingly stingy. You had your own equipment, didn't ask for much and had a familiar face. The Georges were your longest-standing clients. Mowing their lawn in summer and shovelling their driveway in winter had been your job since you were thirteen.

That was probably the reason why Regina kept her distance instead of ridiculing you like everybody else. You went to the same high school, Northshore, but that was pretty much it. You hung around your own (loser) ilk and she had her (cool) troupe. She had this odd little clique with Gretchen Wieners and Karen Smith. You didn't know much about the two girls and you couldn't really tell if Regina even liked them. They hung out so they had to have something in common, right? You were but an observer at the end of the day, no matter how your neighbourly vantage point gave you a glimpse into Regina's life.

You counted her ignoring you as a blessing. It would've cut deep to fall victim to her new ways. This persona wasn't that new, you had to admit, but when you'd known her since practically diapers, high school was a pretty new development. She'd never been what people would describe as sweet or nice, but this mean girl persona was on a whole other level.

To be fair, you could very well understand why Regina was the way she was. You knew Mr George. You'd sat at the same dinner table as him, had experienced first-hand how his presence weighed on his family. Especially on Regina. Your father was the same way, all sharp edges with no time for tenderness, not even- especially not for his daughter. That'd been the reason you'd gotten so close to Regina in the first place. Most of the time it was just Regina, her mom and you at their house. Mrs George left you two by yourselves a lot 'cause she had to take care of Kylie. You loved being at the Georges' house.

(Expect, of course, those select few times Mr George was also there. But that was rare. Regina didn't invite you over when he was home.)

And now it'd been reduced to this. You, fishing leaves from the pool. Regina, inside with her new friends. Mrs George, lounging on the patio with a virgin margarita, chatting with you when you rounded the pool closer to her. Kylie, probably in the sitting room dancing along to whatever they played on MTV.

You straightened from your slouched position and groaned at the ache in your back. You leaned back with your hands braced at your sides, trying to stretch out the crick.

"Mrs George?" You hollered and waved your arms in her direction.

"Yes, dear?" She brightened up, perching up in her sun bed.

"You mind if I put my headphones on while I mow the lawn?"

"Oh, sure, of course!" She waved a hand dismissively. "Remember the glasses! And once you're done why don't you have dinner with us?"

"I'll think about it, Mrs George." You smiled with thin lips, knowing you'd be turning the offer down. With that, you plugged your headphones into the Walkman at your hip and walked to the shed.

You wore the safety glasses obediently, knowing all it took to blind you was one unlucky pebble to the eye. Your dad had been sure to lecture you about workplace safety over the years, like every time you stepped foot in the shop, so at this point putting on embarrassing safety equipment was second nature.

The Georges had a big lawn. Stingy rich people, couldn't get one of those driveable mowers. You'd be pushing this cart around till nightfall, or something...

Usher's newest album blasting in your ears and the rumbling of the lawn mower muffling all background noise, you didn't notice her at first. By the time you caught sight of Regina standing on the patio stairs, looking your way, hands on her hips and a displeased frown on her lips, you feared you were too late.

You let the engine die and tugged your headphones away from your ears. "What?" You yelled across the pool.

She rolled her eyes before answering. "Mom wants you in for dinner."

"Oh," This had never happened before. Usually, Mrs George would come round to give you your payment, ask you to stay and you'd say no. She'd smile sadly and say "Maybe next time, sweetie".

"She made casserole," Regina said, inspecting her nails. What was for dinner was definitely not the reason for your hesitation.

"Uh, I don't wanna intrude-"

"You wouldn't have been invited if it was an intrusion, idiot." She cut in sharply. "Don't be rude." And so, she swept inside.

"Uh- I- I'll finish up as fast as I can!"

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madelynraemunson · 3 months

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𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌.

you and ex-husband!eddie are called into the school because your daughter punched somebody.

wc: 418 words

it’s a random thursday when you and eddie get called to principal hackett’s office at hawkin’s middle school.

your daughter punched someone. a little boy, to be exact.

“but guys,” aubrey whimpers. “you don’t understand. i can explain.”

“you better have a good explanation,” you snap, angrily placing your hands on your hips. “what did we tell you about keeping our hands to ourselves? you don’t hit people, EVER.”

a ginormous grin spreads across principal hackett’s face. there was something about a munson getting in trouble that gave him the ultimate satisfaction. and the fact that it was happening with the newest generation now too probably sent him on a pleasure high.

“but—” aubrey protests.

“no buts,” eddie scorns. “you listen to your mom and i. AND you got dress coded? what did dad say about leaving the house in a crop top? you’re a minor, you wear them at home only.”

“well when i got dress coded, i was going to change,” aubrey sniffs. “but then bennett carver called me a slut and said that i was asking for it. it being dress coded, but there was still a double meaning. so i punched him.”

your eyes meet eddie’s instantly. there’s a fire in his gaze that emits an anger permittable for prison. he wants to hug aubrey. wants to tell her she did everything right. but there was a show to put on.

“getting dress coded and punching someone tears it, aubs,” eddie huffs. his eyes wander over to yours to see if you’re catching on.

you absolutely are.

“what?!” aubrey exclaims.

“your father is right,” you agree. “now come on. we are pulling you out of school early so you can think about what you did.”

suddenly it clicks in aubrey’s head. she knows she’s not in trouble, and that mom and dad have her back. she could tell that there was so much you and eddie had to lecture her about…it’ll just be at scoops ahoy today! (😋🍦)

“bye bye, aubrey,” principal hackett smirks as you three head on out. “let’s make good choices when we come back, huh?”

“yes sir,” aubrey sighs, issuing a fake pout in the process.

slinging your daughter’s backpack over his shoulder, your ex husband waits until aubrey skips out of earshot to give you his two cents.

“i never liked that kid’s dad anyways,” eddie mutters.

“neither did i,” you shrug in agreement.

and as you two walk out together side by side, proud of the spunky “do no harm, take no shit” badass you raised, both you and eddie issue each other a sneaky, under the belt high-five.

atta girl, aubrey.

in loving memory of aubreigh 💐

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stariiesz · 4 months

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୨⎯𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ⎯୧

May 28th, 2017

“I… I like you Satoru.” The words fell out of your mouth suddenly.

It was the last day of high school. A bittersweet chapter in your life. Satoru, who had been your long-time crush, was perfect. Everybody loved him, and could you blame them? After all, He was popular, attractive, athletic, and very extroverted. He was everything you weren’t. You weren’t exactly popular, you were bad at sports, and you were very introverted.

He was so nice to everyone. Everyone that is but you. And you're not sure why he seems to hate you, he just does. Every time he sees you in the hallway he scoffs and rolls his eyes as if you're the bane of his existence. And because of Satoru’s open dislike for you, it influenced others to not like you too.

Not many people wanted to talk to you or hang out. The few times you had interaction with other class mates was for cheating of you or for school projects, not that they wanted to partner with you by choice. Sure you were kind of an outcast but it never really bothered you. You could care less what your other low-life classmates thought. Only one opinion mattered, and that was Satoru’s of course. Though, you were quite sure that man could care less about you.

So why were you now confessing such feelings to Satoru? You knew you weren’t going to see him again after high school, and you didn’t want to keep these feelings hidden away forever, so you devised a plan. You were going to walk up to him, confess, then bail before he could laugh at your pathetic feelings for him. It did take a lot of courage as you were stepping out of your comfort zone, but you needed him to know how you felt even if he didn’t feel the same which he probably wouldn’t. Even though he and his friends would laugh every time you walked by, and even though you were nowhere near his league, you still liked him. So you would give it a chance.

April 12th, 2017

You applied for a bunch of colleges in Japan and got in a few. However, Kyoto University is the one that you want to go to most. You were very excited to go because that was the college Satoru was going to, meaning you had a chance of running into him from time to time! You were feeding into your own delusions because if that ever did happen, Satoru wouldn’t have a change of heart and start liking you. He’d be just as rude and probably ignore you too. But a girl can dream, right?

While walking through the halls of the dreaded place called school, you happen to overhear a conversation between Satoru and some of his friends which completely change the plans you had made.

“Yeah, I got into a bunch!” Satoru said to his friends. “I really wanted to go to Kyoto and all but now I think I wanna go to the University of Tokyo!” Satoru said.

Your heart dropped. If he wasn’t going to Kyoto that meant you had no chance of seeing him in college. So these could be the last few weeks you could see him. Even though he despises you, being at the same college gave you a chance to at least see him. But now that was ruined.

“Oh Satoru, you’re going to the University of Tokyo too?” Adina asked as she put her hands on his broad shoulders. Adina was not very fond of you at all. She would even take it as far as to purposely bump into you just to humiliate you, but once again, it really didn’t bother you.

Adina turned to give you the nastiest look. “Uhh can we help you?” She asked you with an annoyed tone. At this point, Satoru was also staring at you. You ignored her comment and continued walking along.

As you walked the cold realization of him not going to the same college set in. This made you think of some way to see him after school ended. Unfortunately, nothing came to mind. So if you weren’t gonna see him after school ended the least you could do was confess and get these feelings you’ve had since freshman year out, right?

May 28th, 2017

Satoru was cleaning out his locker and signing the yearbooks of the usual classmate. You waited for the small crowd by him to die down so you could talk to him. When he noticed you come up. He rolled his eyes and scoffed upon seeing you. “What do you want?” He sighed as he put another textbook in a bag and eyed your figure.

You ignored his attitude as you were used to it and cleared your throat as you gathered up all the courage you had to confess. It was now or never. This could, no it probably would be the last time you had a chance to talk to Satoru. So you had to do it.

“I… I like you Satoru..” You said, feeling the relief after getting the confession of your chest. “And I know.. I know you don’t feel the same, I know I annoy you for some reason but I just..I needed to tell you before we go our separate ways.”

He was caught off guard when you confessed. He stopped mid-action turning over to you with a confused look on his face. His eyes widened upon hearing your confession. He opened his mouth to speak but you ran off before he could reject you, or so you thought. Unbunonnced to you he tried to run after you.

“Hey wait up!” He called after you before he ran into his friend group.

“Hey man, where are you speeding off to?” His friend asked. “Come on, let's go get something to eat to celebrate!”

Satoru looked back to see if you were there but you were gone. He sighed and then turned back to his friends with a small smile.

“Sure.” He replied walking off with them.

May 29th, 2017

Graduation day.

It was awkward when you and Satoru met eyes during the ceremony. You quickly looked away but he kept staring which you weren’t aware of. After the ceremony, you met up with your family and tried to leave as quickly as possible as you didn’t want to run into Satoru. There was a party being hosted by one of the popular boys which a lot of people were attending, including Satoru, but you weren’t invited so you really had nothing more to stay for.

You glanced at him one more time before leaving. There he was, as beautiful as always. He was laughing with a group of friends and seeing that made you smile. He was happy and that was all that mattered in the end. You savored the moment as it would be the last time you would see Satoru Gojo in all his glory… right?

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Next chapter coming soon!

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snail-squasher · 5 months

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Good Luck, Babe!

‘your head in your hands, youre nothing more than his wife’ - chappell roan

word ct. - 5571

warnings - fem!reader, cheating!!!, bathroom make-out gets heated, angst to fluff

“What do you mean you're ‘leaving’?” The wobble in her voice says it all. “Why?” The look on your face tells her everything she needs to know, “you know how my family is, Sho.” You reach for her left hand before she rips it away from you. “No. No. You don’t get to just say that I ‘know how it is’ because I don’t; okay? I don’t understand what is stopping you for sticking up for yourself! I left… everything behind for you, and you're leaving?” You messed it up. you knew this wasn't going to go how you wanted, you knew you should've said something to your parents, you knew and knew and knew. Why is it so easy to know something but not do something?

“Sho, I’m sorry okay? I can’t just have them cut me off, I’m not going to have a career like you and you know that,” obvious confusion washes over Ieiri’s face, “Then let me take care of you; that was the plan from the beginning!” Tear stains splotching onto her (your) t-shirt. “They already have a guy set up for me.”

The small laugh was the only response Ieiri could muster, “You have to be fucking joking. Tell me this is a sick fucking joke,” the pacing starts, then the cussing, and next thing you know all you hear is, “Fuck you and you're stupid shirt,” now discarded into your lap, “Sho wait-” “No. Don’t.” She puts on her own clothes and leaves. “I can’t fucking believe you.”

The next few days felt unreal. You hadn’t heard from Shoko (obviously) and Gojo and Geto couldn’t even look at you normally. The goodbyes you uttered were to no one. You packed and left; a few days later meeting your suitor.

Meeting all of your old classmates feels wrong. You feel like you shouldn’t be here; you left after all - everyone avoiding eye contact solidifies it. You can see her - more like hear, since you’re too scared to actually look her way.

“Is that the one and only!” Gojo. Satoru Gojo. The most annoying guy you knew in high school; given you only knew about 7. “I haven’t seen you since graduation. Well this is awkward, the laugh you let out proves it, “Yep it is. Didn’t expect you to actually show up, you never used to at least.”

“What can I say I’m a changed man,” this was worse than making eye contact across the room with her.

“So how’s it been? You still with what’s his face?” Why did he bring him up, this is so embarrassing, “Yeah, a little over 3 years now,” it must be the tight lip smile that gave it away. Satoru leans in, “Listen. I know, and I know that you know that I know. And I also know that she is single and probably will be until you do something.” Oh god. Your boyfriend is at the bar across the room grabbing you a drink and this is what he wants to talk about?

“I know it’s just… I saw a ring in a drawer,” you say quietly. “I can’t just leave knowing that,” the desperation in your voice has never been this bad. “Well… that does… complicate things… but! Shoko was obviously waiting to see you again! You know, she stopped smoking months before this - and i think it’s to impress you, but you didn’t here me say that.” He says with a wink leaning back away from you. “Welp! I’ll be going now, I’ll make sure to Shoko a little hint for you, it was nice seeing you again though!”

You leave a small smile in his direction zoning out before a arm around the back of your chair startles you, “Oh! Sorry I was zoned out,” you say looking at your boyfriend, he chuckles a little, “No problem, weird how you were zoned out looking at him though.” He’s starting again. He does this every time a guy is around - he probably forgot this was arranged in the 1st place. “Please don’t start that right now,” he shrugs and leans into his own chair more, “Just odd how you zone out a lot when another guys is around but no other time,” you glance in Shoko’s direction and everything stops. She holds eye contact like no one else. She licks her lips like no one else. She is unlike anyone else.

Without breaking eye contact she turns towards the group of friends before saying something, “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” That’s it. That’s all it takes. Shifting towards the guy on your right you parrot her before speed walking to the bathroom.

“Hey, didn’t expect you to be he-” she’s cut off. The force of your body makes her stumble back into a stall. She doesn't break the kiss. She deepens it. Turning her head to the side, you follow her lead; you always seemed to follow.

“God I missed you,” she mumbles into your lips before gliding her hands down, “Touch me Sho, please?” God. What are you doing? What are you saying? Does this count as cheating? Even if you don’t want to be with your boyfriend?

Before you can continue to question everything, Ieiri slides a hand between your legs, making you pull her head closer to you, if anyone walked in they'd know exactly what’s happening. The heavy breathing, the noises, the slightly wet sounds echoing between the walls, and the taste of cigarettes- wait.

“I thought you quit smoking,” you pull away confused, “You're kissing someone else while the man who has a ring in his pocket for you is waiting, and you're worried about me smoking?” While you want to be upset at the harsh words Shoko used, it’s true. You’ve been dating the same guy for over 3 years and yet the only worry you have right now is the lungs in front of you.

“You could put it a little nicer, how do you know that anyways?” you whisper, “Gojo told me, also why should I be nice to you? You disappeared after graduation and then show up to the reunion with a boyfriend.” Why’d she have to bring this up right now? You two were just having a heated make-out and now something else was getting heated. “I’m stupid, I know! I’ve been planning on breaking it off anyways, but I just feel so bad knowing that he’s gonna propose.”

Everything would be so much simpler if you didn’t snoop around your shared apartment trying to find a shirt to sleep in; instead you found a velvet box with a handwritten speech.

“Do you wanna be one of those anonymous users talking about how you regret marrying your husband? Or do you want to be free? You have to decide, and when you do, the left side of my bed is always a little chilly,” that stupid fucking smirk. The same smirk you used to see after sneaking off to ‘go to the bathroom’ in high school. Why’d you ever leave?

“Can we just finish what we started in here and then go? I’ll figure out some plan to break it off, I promise.” The next thing you hear is a sigh and then a small ‘fine’ before you tasted cigarettes again.

The small knock at the door gets increasingly more aggressive when Ieiri ignores it. “Sho, please,” it was faint but there. The spot on the couch immediately abandoned, her front door almost flies off the hinges when she opens it.

“So you did it finally?” you nod, with water eyes and shaky hands, “Is the left side of your bed still cold?” Shoko giggles a little, “Cold is an understatement. Wanna help me warm it up?”

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!

this is the longest fic i've ever written. save me.

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did mickey knew ian was gay before they hooked up? *cracks knuckles* alright sit down let's unpack this shit because yesterday for dinner ive had 4 snickers and im still not down from that sugar high. shutup

in 1x6 he's waiting outside kash and grab to beat up ian. why is he nervous? he beat up lip a few days ago, he beats up dudes on the regular. s1 ian isnt exactly intimidating (sorry ian). is he wary of linda because she has more balls than her husband? sure but he wouldn't be smoking and biting his nails. as a former smoker and nail biter, you don't usually do both unless you’re S T R E S S E D. he’s there alone this time. why did he call off his cousins? maybe stalking the store so much made him notice what was going on with kash *spits on the ground*. maybe he overheard when ian told mandy he was gay right outside their house in 1x3. i don't think mandy told him but she could have.

so back to 1x6. mickey cleans up (a little) and goes to the store to provoke ian. "i forgot the dip" no you didnt, you just needed an excuse to go back in because ian showed up. ian says to kash *burns sage to cleanse myself* "what, so you're just going to let him keep coming in here, and take what he wants?" uh oh actually, yes he will! oops getting sidetracked. mickey tells him "you know where i live if you have a problem". *gestures vaguely* if not gay then why everything? to me, this is textbook boy at school pulling on pigtails and running because he has a big crush. and i mean how many opportunities are there for a closeted gay kid in this neighborhood? ian is cute as a button, he's probably checked him out. "where's firecrotch?!" sir have you put much thoughts into that part of his anatomy? we know he likes redheads...

fast forward to 1x7, that scene (changed my life tbh). mickey's probably loving how fearless ian is. there's only so much grunting and physical contact he can take before he folds (ask ancient romans). he's about 16 in season 1, he's probably climbing up the walls horny and ian gave him the look™ (ian u big hoe) and yet i firmly believe he would have never made a move if he didn't know. hell no, no way! and risk having ian yell something with terry in the next room? with how terrified he is about his father?

what do you think? did he know or did he just went for it?

#shameless #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #gallavich #thx for coming to my ted talk #hope i make sense #apologies for the english i learned with memes and gamers ok

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Me, U & Jealousy - Chapter 1

Chapter One

“We’ll have Kayla give you the run around with how everything should be set up and she’ll help you get things going. Congratulations on your first day, good luck.” Eddie, a backstage producer had told me before walking off.

I was just hired on as an interviewer for WWE and I couldn’t really say I was that excited. Although this is a big opportunity for me, there was a couple people from my past who were here that I wish I could’ve left in the past.

But when my best friend, Jada, told me about the opportunity, I couldn’t let it slip through my fingers.

“I know it may seem scary but once you get acquainted with everyone, it’ll be easier for you.” Kayla starts as she takes over the tour. “Everyone here is very nice, so don’t be intimidated so easily.”

I let out a laugh, shaking my head at her. “Kayla I don’t think there’s a person here who can intimidate me. I don’t frighten easy.” It was true though. No matter how big, tall or muscular someone could be, it didn’t phase me at all. Not even a little bit.

Kayla laughed right back, “Okay, Good. I know most people come in and they’re so afraid to mess up because they work for such a big company; but I think you have enough confidence to do a great job.”

“Thank you Kayla, that really means a lot coming from you.”

“No problem girl. We’ll go around and introduce you to everyone backstage so that you can-“

“I know that ain’t who I think it is!” A voice called out from afar, and I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes. So much for keeping them in the past.

Kayla and I turned around to watched the entire bloodline walk up to us. Unfortunately I grew up with these fools, our parents were close and they always had us hanging out together. The Uso brothers and Roman were older so they didn’t hang out with me as much as their little brother did.

“We heard you was coming, but we thought Ma was just talking just to talk. Damn, look at lil Sorai.” Jonathon teased as he pulled me into a hug.

I gave him the hug in return but kept it short, pulling away from him. “I’m not lil Sorai, I’m grown now Jon.”

Joshua threw his arm around my neck to pull me into a hug as well. “She think cause she gain a lil weight she grown.” Josh laughed and I rolled my eyes.

“I’m a grown women, thank you.” I stated, pulling back from that hug as well. “I pay big girl bills now just like the rest of em.”

“Don’t think just cause you ‘grown’ you think you can walk around doing whatever. Joe on a mission to keep that whole locker room away from you.” Josh stated, throwing quotations around the word ‘grown’ as if it meant nothing to him.

And in reality, it probably didn’t. Seeing these boys did nothing but push those big brother instincts that they had over me back in high school.

They would run everyone away from me if they could. No boy stood a chance against these boys, and I wasn’t about to let them repeat my high school life all over again.

“Guys, Its been a couple of year. Don’t you think it’s time to drop this big brother act already? I mean We’re all grown now.”

It was Joe who spoke up this time. “Grown? You think she look grown Josh?”

“Nah not even a little bit, what about you Uce?” Josh asked, turning to his twin.

“Still look like the same lil Sorai from the playground. Ain’t that right Solo?” Jon asked his little brother.

Solo stared at me with the most intense look in his eyes before answering his brother. “Yeah, same lil Sorai from the playground.” He agreed, a small smirk on his face.

Solo fucking Sikoa. Damn I couldn’t stand him. Ever since we were kids, he would always teased me about every little thing and made sure to irritate my last nerve just to get a laugh. But it wouldn’t be like that this time around, I’m gonna make sure of that.

“I see you still can’t stand up for yourself Sefa. Guess some things never change.”

“It’s Solo.” He tried to correct but I shrugged him off turning to Kayla who looked amused from the whole interaction.

“Kayla, these fools are my wanna be brothers who tried to scare everyone away from me back in high school.” I stated, giving her the history of how I knew them.

“We don’t try to do nothing. We’ve successfully ran every lame away from lil Sorai because she don’t got time for heart break.” Jon bragged which caused me to roll my eyes.

“It’s a little too late for that. Listen as much as I would love to play catch up, Me and Kayla got things to do and I won’t be caught slacking on my first day. “ I turned around and started walking in the opposite direction of the group of boys to follow Kayla to wherever she had to take me.

“Aye Kayla, when y’all finish up bring her to our locker room so she can know where its at. That way we can play catch up!” Jonathan called out. Kayla let out a shout of agreement with a playful smirk on her face as we continued down the hall.

“So,” Kayla started as soon as we were out of earshot. “Wanna tell me the history behind that?” She asked teasingly.

Oh Lord.

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Let me know watchu guys think so far. Gimme some love though😭🫶🏾 like, comment and repost

#empressdede #empresswriting #wwe #black reader #solo sikoa x black reader #solo sikoa x oc #solo sikoa #sefa fatu #sefa fatu x black reader #sefa fatu x oc #MEYOUANDJEALOUSY

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Stray Kids as angst tropes:

Hey, guys! Okay, so I was in the mood for writing some angst, so here you go four angsty Stray Kids drabbles. I still have to work on Seungmin's, which means I'll probably post the other four tomorrow. Until then I hope you enjoy these ones.

Kisses😘

Chan:

You and Chan were walking down the street holding hands and laughing when a girl stopped in her tracks next to you.

"Chan? Is it really you?" she said with a surprised laugh.

The confusion on Chan's face quickly changed into pure happiness when he recognised the girl.

You've never met the girl before but you know exactly who she is. You know that she's the owner of the box of women's clothes on the highest shelf in Chan's closet. You know that she's the reason why Chan's watching Attack on Titan every Tuesday night. You know that he can't say he loves you because of her. And it hurts even if you told him a thousand times that it's okay. He looks at you like you're the prettiest girl in the world, but her... He looks at her like she's his whole world.

"Chan, stop apologising"

"But I didn't know this will happen, we were only supposed to meet to catch up a bit, not to find our unresolved feelings for each other"

"I did"

"What?" he looks at you in confusion.

"I knew this was coming, she was always who you'd choose"

"I'm so sorry, y/n"

"I guess it was my mistake" you let out a bitter laugh.

"No, don't you dare say you're at fault"

"I should've left sooner" now both of your eyes were glossy from tears. "Goodbye, Chan"

You hugged.

"I wish you all the best, y/n"

Minho:

Ringing. Not even remotely unusual sound for Minho. Especially because his best friend since high school was calling him nonstop for the last few days. He just ignored it for the most parts. He didn't want to talk to her. He had no idea what to say to her after what happened at Friday night. But then the ringing stopped and did not start again like Minho anticipated it to, like it did oh so many times already this weekend. What happened? Did you give up?

He almost felt relieved but then he realized... He knows you too well to believe you gave up. You're too persistent. And boy was he right. The next thing he hears is banging on his door.

"Open the fucking door, Minho, or I swear to god I'm gonna kick it in your face"

With a sigh he opens the door and you storm in.

"Y/n, seeing you is always a delight"

"Cut the crap, Min, I deserve at least an explanation"

"I'm not sure I can give you the explanation you wanna hear"

"Please, what happened? I thought you wanted it too" you whispered.

"We ruined our friendship"

"No, we didn't. Our friendship doesn't have to be ruined just because we start dating, it's not..."

"I don't want to date you! I never have and never will" he cuts in bitterly.

"But... I watched you go out with numerous girls waiting for the day you realize that the right girl was right in front of you the whole time" you trail off, tears now freely falling from your eyes.

"Sleeping with you was the worst mistake of my life" he answers without any emotion what so ever.

"And knowing you was mine. Fuck you, Lee Minho!"

With that you walk out of his apartment and his life. You never wanted to see him again not as a friend, not as a lover and not even as a stranger on the street. You wanted to forget him and the piece of your heart that he took for forever.

Changbin:

It was collecting up in you for long by now. Ever since Changbin and you became official you're getting hate from his fans. And we are talking about regular death threats level of hate. But when your sister got involved too you had enough. You decided to break up with Changbin. It was a hard decision but you had to do it, you couldn't take it anymore. Even though he had a really hard time dealing with the fact.

"Please tell me at least part of it was real" he pleaded

"All of it was real but I can't do this anymore. I'm not strong enough to bear it"

"Don't say it. Don't say goodbye"

"I'm so sorry, Changbin" you choked out, lips trembling, voice cracking and tears collecting on your lashes. "But we were never meant to last"

You left the room and was about to open the front door when he shouted after you.

"If you knew that from the start you should have told me before I fell in love with you"

For him the only indication of you hearing it was the sound of the front door closing right after. That was the last time you saw each other.

Hyunjin:

You and Hyunjin were madly in love at the start of your relationship and you made sure that everyone knew that. You were probably the cringiest couple alive. You did everything together and you were all over each other all the time. So everything was perfect until your third year anniversary. You had a huge fight and Hyunjin left and spent the night at his friend's. A girl he suddenly started to spend an awful lot of time with. Since then you felt further and further away from each other. You stopped going out together.

You were slipping away from each other and what is better evidence to that than the situation you're in right now. You are standing exhausted and completely soaked by the rain in front of the Café you work in. The Café your boss closed at 19:00. Exactly when he does everyday, exactly when your shift ended and exactly when you asked Hyunjin this morning to pick you up from there. That was an hour ago. Since then the rain is getting more and more intense. You are not sure anymore whether it's the rain or your tears that's running down your cheek constantly.

At the start of the hour you thought it's him every time a car passed by. You are not hoping anymore. Not even sure why are you still waiting for him, you could've gotten on a bus and you'd already be home.

#stray kids angst #chan imagines #lee know imagines #changbin imagines #hyunjin imagines #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader

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frankoceanluvrr · 1 year

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𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 — 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

pairing : fem!reader x peter parker, reunited childhood friends to lovers 😫, college!au

warnings : english isn’t my first language, so there could be a couple of grammatical mistakes! plz lmk if u see them! This is so long btw I’m sorry 😭

summary : before he moved away, he gave her a necklace to remember him by. she hasn’t taken it off since.

a/n : you can imagine any peter for this, not specifically tasm i just like the gif -> mj will be included, u can imagine mary or michelle it’s up to you😊 also tysm for 19 followers!!!!!!!!

“Take this,” the young boy sighed, passing the necklace, “it’ll be a reminder of me or whatever. I know I’m not dying or anything but I don’t think we’ll see each other again in person.”

“You really think so?” You sniffled.

“Hey, don’t start crying now you big baby, we can still email and call each other” Peter smiled, nudging your arm.

“You’re the baby, not me, I just had something in my eye.”

“Yeah right [Name], you’re like totally miserable I’m going.”

“You’re the one who got me the necklace! It’s really pretty by the way, I love it,” You said, “I can’t believe you’re leaving me before high school though”

“Look, just promise me we’ll keep in touch?” He asked, eyes meeting yours, “and even if we don’t, take care of the necklace for me?”

“Promise.”

And you hadn’t seen him since that day. It wasn’t like you didn’t try to keep in touch though, it was just a matter of life getting in the way. You had been good friends ever since you were little kids, you had always felt it was a shame you never got to see each other grow up properly. He never forgot you either.

But let’s not dwell on the past. First day of college and you were a wreck. You had always hated change, and you were nervous going somewhere and not knowing anyone except your extremely antisocial roommate, Mj.

You fiddled with your necklace as you struggled to find the room you were in.

“Um, sorry to bother you, but do you know where Professor Browne would be?” You asked, tapping the tall boy on the shoulder.

He turned around, soft eyes looking down at yours, then to your necklace. He smiled, waiting to see your reaction after seeing your childhood friend after years, only to be met with your polite smile. In your defence, he looked completely different. Being bit by a radioactive spider changes a person, including their physique, but it especially changes them while they’re still growing into their bodies. When you knew Peter, he was around about the same height as you and a little chubby. He was now tall and lean, the only thing that hadn’t changed were his brown eyes.

“It’s just down the hall.” He pointed, directing you toward where you were meant to be.

In reality, he was slightly hurt you didn’t recognise him.

“I’m Peter, by the way.” He said, in hopes you’d remember him by his name.

“I’m [Name], thank you for helping me! It was really nice to meet you, but I really need to get going. Thank you again!” You smiled as you walked off.

He felt the urge to call after you, then it dawned on him you probably forgot about your friendship with him. Which obviously wasn’t true, you just didn’t recognise him, but he kept convincing himself it was because you forgot.

“Wait, Peter?” You turned around, “like the Peter from middle school?”

“Took you long enough to realise.” He laughed.

“Shut up no way! You’re kidding right? You look so different! We really need to catch up, what’s your number?” You said, eyes bright and wide.

“Oh, hitting on me already [Name]?” He smirked playfully.

He ended up giving his number as you hurriedly walked to your class, even though you were barely late.

After your class, you decided to meet up with Peter at a nearby cafe. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous, but you were excited regardless.

“Hey,” you smiled sheepishly, “what are the chances, right?”

“Your necklace,” he said, completely ignoring what you said, “you kept it?”

“I promised, remember? It’s beautiful.”

He could only blush at what you said, the fact you kept it after all these years meant so much to him. He remembers the day he picked the necklace for you so vividly, because it was the day he was going to confess his feelings for you. He never did, but he doesn’t regret it since it wouldn’t have worked out anyway, you were both young and he was moving away. Relationship set up for failure.

“How did you even recognise me?” He asked, looking at you with curiosity.

“Your eyes.” you smiled warmly.

“Stop flirting with me, [Name]. I know I’m incredibly handsome and all-”

“You’re still a major geek, by the way.” You cut him off, “biophysics, really? I knew you had a thing for science but wow.”

“Hey! No need for that honestly, we both used to like science” He raised his hands in defence.

“Yeah, used to. Past tense.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

The conversation flowed so easily. It was as if he never left, you talked till cafe closed which was around 10pm.

“Hey, let me walk you to your dorm. I’m sure mine nearby anyway.” He shrugged.

“So chivalrous, Parker. Really, I’m impressed.” You teased, walking beside him, “oh, that totally reminds me, you know spiderman right?”

“Uh, I’ve heard of him before”

“Yeah okay right, you’ve never seen me and him in the same room before,” you started, “I’m definitely him, this is me telling you.”

“Wow, thank you so much [Name] for telling me this massive secret of yours, no idea how you could keep it to yourself honestly.”

“It’s about time I let the whole world know, don’t you think?”

You honestly didn’t mean anything by these comments, you were just joking around, but Peter could feel his heart tighten a bit. He felt like you knew he was Spiderman, which was impossible, but it still worried him.

“Anyways, thanks for dropping me off,” you smiled, “it was really sweet of you.”

He blushed, but you could barely see because it was so dark.

“Before you go,” He said, grabbing your hand as you turned around, “I just wanted to tell you I really missed you.”

You could feel yourself melt a little, “I missed you too.”

He waited for you to go into your dorm as you waved goodbye. His dorm was actually on the other side of campus, he just wanted to walk you.

He spent the whole night thinking about you, how pretty you’d become, how you were still kind. He could feel himself falling for you again already, your energy was just so attractive to him.

Chapter (?) 2 : Late Night Calls

It had been months since you guys had reunited, and you had grown closer than before. It was about 2am and you were still studying. You could feel yourself drowning in what felt like millions of topics, constantly feeling the need to check your phone. You had texted Peter and he hadn’t replied, so throwing yourself into your work was apparently the best option. You liked him so much. It felt silly to have such a big crush on him, but he treated you so well.

While you were studying, Peter was out on night patrol. Balancing education and heroism was always difficult, it left him feeling so overwhelmed he’d shut people out. During night patrol, he’d gotten into a pretty bad fight. He found himself swinging to campus, more specifically your dorm.

Your phone buzzed.

Incoming call..

You answered, squinting at the bright light coming from the device, “Hello?”

“[Name]? I’m so sorry to bother you, but can I come over?” His voice rushed and breathless.

You sat up, feeling way more awake, “Is everything okay? What’s happened? Are you out?”

Your questions were interrupted by a soft knock on the window.

Peter had gotten used to the quick clothes changing by now. He left his suit nearby outside, he was 99% sure no one would take it.

You walked to your window to see Peter, but he had several cuts and bruises across his face.

“Oh my God” you gasped under your breath, trying to stay quiet as you opened the window.

He came through the window as you sat him on your bed.

“Just stay here,” you whispered, “there’s a first aid kit in the other room.”

You came back with the first aid kit and began to help him, no questions asked yet.

“Thank you,” his voice inaudible, “I mean it, you’re so sweet [Name].”

“How did you get to the window?” You asked, placing a bandage on his head.

“Uh, adrenaline?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “what happened?”

He sighed, avoiding eye contact with you. Was he really about to tell you his secret?

“I’m Spiderman.”

“What?” You said, forgetting all about mj sleeping in the other room.

You quickly brought a hand to your mouth, eyes still wide.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s a shock, I just haven’t told anyone before.” He started, “but um, I have something else to tell you.”

He reached for your hands, squeezing them slightly, “I really like you, [Name].”

Your eyes were practically about to pop out your head.

“You’re joking right?” You chuckled sheepishly.

“No, Im serious [Name]. I love everything about you. I love your smile, your laugh. God I love your laugh.”

Your brain was trying to process all of this without making too much of a scene.

Your hands reached for his cheek, “Can I?”

He answered your question by planting a soft kiss on your lips, smiling into it.

You pulled away, “I really like you too, Parker.”

All he could do was blush.

“I cant believe you’re Spiderman, though. I have a million questions.” You laughed.

“Shoot.”

a/n : so sorry this is so rushed 😭 i just wanted to finish it idk why this has taken me SO long to write

#marvel x reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic #marvel x you #peter parker #peter parker x reader #spiderman x you #fluff #friends to lovers #peter parker fluff #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter fic #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter fanfiction #tasm!peter imagine #college au #college!peter parker

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altruistic-meme · 1 month

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skk fic rec time !!! 🖤🖤

okay i officially have more skk fics bookmarked on my ao3 than my sister has fics in general bookmarked on hers. so. it is time for another ficrec list by abram, bsd/skk version this time!!!

i have no idea yet how many fics will be on this list. i will go until i decide to stop. but as of right now i have 124 bsd fics bookmarked and i definitely won't be listing all of them so if anyone wants a pt. 2 then i certainly have the material to do that.

i'm not putting warnings with the fics, but bc this is BSD please do take note of tags and warnings that are given! i read a lot of fics with darker material so do be cautious!

One-Shots:

keep you alive, set you on fire by flyby @orbitalflyby (Explicit, 23k) Dazai steps out in a dress and heels for a mission, since the gown won't fit Yosano. He's only supposed to spend an hour or so leading their targets on a dance around a charity gala, but the unexpected arrival of a certain Port Mafia Executive threatens to disrupt all his plans. And when he and Chuuya find themselves finally face to face, they end up entwined in a tense game of mutual provocation...

Don't Pull Your Punches by kanekei (Teen and Up Audiences, 5k) Everyone thinks that their partnership is a series of Dazai being a troublemaker while Chuuya is helplessly dragged along for the ride. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. Some days it feels like Dazai is the only one aware of how insane Chuuya actually is. OR: 3 times Dazai cleans up after Chuuya + 1 time he doesn’t bother

The 5 Elements of an Apology by artemisiatea (Teen and Up Audiences, 6k) in which dazai learns that change is hard, but accountability is harder

Tea Over Rice by the_most_happy (Teen and Up Audiences, 8k) “Oi, Dazai— what would people say if they saw us?” Dazai gave him a puzzled look. “That we’re happy,” he answered. He made it sound simple; he made it sound pure. “They would say we’re happy.” They never stopped being Double Black — just different clothes and less blood on their hands. [Or: What if Dazai and Chuuya escaped the Port Mafia together?]

Lost All Judgement by todxrxki (Teen and Up Audiences, 12k) “Uh, sorry, but unfortunately I already have a date to the dance.” “Oh, really?” Tachihara says, sounding disappointed. He pauses for a second, clearly processing what Chuuya’s just told him, and then says, “Who is it?” Chuuya certainly hadn’t budgeted for this. Panicking, he tries to think of the people that he knows that are single, and before he knows it, the first name that comes to mind is slipping out of his mouth. “With Dazai.” / After a momentary lapse in judgment, high school student Chuuya ends up having to pretend to date his enemy Dazai to get Tachihara off of his back - and quickly finds it's nowhere as bad as he'd imagined.

oh darling it's alarming to think of us apart (you know you've got me in your pocket) by interludewings (Teen and Up Audiences, 20k) “Okay so if we’re both still single when we’re twenty two,” Dazai’s smile grew even wider. “Let’s marry each other.” By the time Chuuya’s twenty two, he’d probably be in a relationship with someone else, and the possibilities of them even remembering each other were slim to none. And so, Chuuya gave his answer. “Fine, let’s do that.” In short, fifteen year olds Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya made a stupid promise one day in their school library out of boredom, which leads to the next seven years of their life filled with fighting, burnt notebooks and late night conversations.

The Undercover Mission by OldSauk411 (Teen and Up Audiences, 16k) It all started when Atsushi was sent to drop off some papers that the Port Mafia had let them borrow. That was when he saw her, the woman with orange hair and blue eyes standing in the Port Mafia's hallways and talking. She was beautiful if he was being honest. However, after he left, he forgot about her- at least until a few months later, when the ADA and the Port Mafia teamed up for an undercover mission. One that was led by said 'woman'. Aka, Chuuya Nakahara. _____ Or: Atsushi sees a woman from a distance and thinks she's beautiful, up until the Port Mafia and the ADA team up for an undercover mission and it's revealed that the woman was actually Chuuya Nakahara.

Nothing but your spine by osamuchuu (Mature, 6k) “Oi, Dazai. We’re here.” Chuuya reached into the car to shake Dazai’s shoulders a bit, rearranging his coat to lay over the man’s back. Dazai swayed and blinked up at him. Whatever painkillers he’d been given had stolen the sharpness from his face. Dazai looked fifteen again, wide-eyed and vulnerable. And then he smiled. He smiled and Chuuya’s heart stuttered because it was so fucking real, so small and different from all the painted faces he wore now. This was dangerous.

strange loyalties by finalizer @tarmairons (Mature, 13k) “The Agency dorms are being fumigated,” Dazai explained cheerfully. “So, I offered—Atsushi can stay with us.” Or: Atsushi's observations from inside Yokohama's strangest household.

[sidenote: this is actually a sequel fic and while i loved the first one, this one really just took me to a whole other plane of existence which is why it's the one on the rec list. i do also rec the first one though!]

Yokohama public High School- almost as crazy as their pep rallies by BlowingYourMind (General Audiences, 20k) "The slacks! They're way too tight on him! Exactly no teachers ass should be like that, the students may be offended-" "Dazai, I think you're the only one that notices, and maybe refrain from eyeing up your co-workers like that-" "But how can I not!" Dazai huffed "It's right there in front of my face, it's hideous!" Oda sighed. he was just an average man with an average job gaining an average salary, but he would need to find a way to help Dazai and his obvious crush on Chuuya Nakahara before he lost his sanity. Or The story of how Chemistry teacher Dazai Osamu fell helplessly for coach Nakahara Chuuya, and the student body's many attempts to get them together.

If you refuse to listen I'll say it twice, love of my life by olympiansally @olympiansally (Mature, 15k) There’s Atsushi, Dazai’s star pupil. There’s Fyodor, arguably Dazai’s soulmate, a single mind in two bodies. There’s Kunikida, Dazai’s partner. There’s Oda, the reason Dazai wants to live. And then there’s Chuuya. If he asked Dazai to define him, to name his purpose, Chuuya already knows what he would hear. Chuuya is his dog, Chuuya is a slug, Chuuya is a chibi. And sure, maybe he is. But none of that is enough. Or, Chuuya can’t figure out what he means to Dazai exactly, but if he would only listen, he would realize that Dazai has been telling him all along.

In the throes of Corruption by BlowingYourMind (Teen and Up Audiences, 7k) Dazai’s ability ‘No longer human’ ironically made Chuuya human. It stripped him of the god that set his insides to flame and wreaked havoc. Corruption was terrible to Chuuya but Dazai’s touch never was. Or Five times Dazai helps Chuuya through the throes of Corruption.

hide the truth by writingfromtheshadows (Not Rated, 24k) When Chuuya wakes up in the middle of an ongoing fight without any memory of how he got there or what happened to him, he ends up turning to someone saved as 'bandage-waster' in his phone. Somehow, it just feels like the right decision.

Dream a little dream of me by BlowingYourMind (Teen and Up Audiences, 9k) "What would you like to dream of, Chuuya?" Dazai asked, and his partner shifted in the bed before settling down. "I dunno idiot, you pick." Dazai hummed, "I believe I can arrange that." Chuuya's eyelashes fluttered against Dazai's palm as Dazai continued to speak, voice turning into a whisper as he spoke late into the night. Or Chuuya can't dream, and Dazai has a soloution that quickly turns into a routine between the two of them.

Multichapter fics (all complete)

in the mirror, i bloom by ephemeralis (Teen and Up Audiences, 12k, 2/2) It twists him, turns him, curls in his chest like something alive, something he knows but can’t dare to name. Chuuya curses the red-black petals that fall from his lips, these nearly rotten things that tear him apart from the inside out. Part of him wants to rip his own traitorous heart out, through a ribcage shattered by feelings he can’t contain. Anger is easy, a thing he’s learned to control. This— whatever the hell this is— is not. Or at least it’s easier to feel as though this is beyond his own control, because Chuuya is not in love. (It feels like a lie even to himself.) After he's hit by a strange ability, Chuuya is forced to consider truths he'd much rather keep hidden- but not everything is as simple it seems.

[sidenote: this was the first bsd fic i ever read and HOOOOLLY CRAP what a beautiful way to join the fandom. i've reread this fic several times since. stunning.]

where your loyalties lie by writingfromtheshadows (Explicit, 163k, 20/20) Loyalty is the foundation of the yakuza code, something that was drilled into Chuuya at an early age. However, his lessons did not cover how to manage a political marriage with his organization's oldest rival.

Inseparable by milwritsecausewhynot (Teen and Up Audiences, 107k, 21/21) Best friends is too simple a term to squash the entire dynamic of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya within. Sure, they’ve known each other since they were children, and they’re each other’s #1 on their best friend lists on Snapchat, and Chuuya’s been seen one too many times in his hoodies. People have also noticed how Dazai’s main muse for his volunteer hobby of polaroid photographer is the redhead himself. But the pranks they pull on each other isn’t much of a ‘best friend’ thing to do. Especially when one of the pranks get pulled so far, That Chuuya is forbidden from seeing Dazai ever again. And though he sees no good coming from such a forced separation, the one thing that can enhance their futures together is propelled forward at a faster speed than either of them could have ever imagined: Coming to terms with their unusual feelings for each other.

Do I Get My Worthless Reward Yet? by World_Ender22 (Teen and Up Audiences, 40k, 10/10) Chuuya has always been certain of two things: he is going to die young, and it will be Corruption that kills him. So when the Boss orders him to use his Corrupted form without an out, he is neither surprised nor distressed. He simply does what he's told. When Dazai learns that the whole thing is a ploy to make him rejoin the Mafia, he plans to beat Mori at his own game... starting with convincing Chuuya to join the Armed Detective Agency. / Soukoku

When I Awake by wildflowertea @wildflowerteas (Mature, 235k, 23/23) Dazai Osamu has been in a coma for exactly one year, seven months, and twenty-two days. But Death still refuses to take him. Trapped in the space between worlds, and unable to die, Dazai waits, killing what precious time he may have left and hoping—praying—that his family will pull the plug and move on. He doesn't expect someone to move into his old apartment instead. Nakahara Chuuya, two-time Grammy awards winner, and freshly unemployed pessimist, has never believed in fate—much less the supernatural. But the lively—if a bit annoying—ghost of his apartment's previous tenant, might just change everything.

hopelessly devoted by soukocacola (Explicit, 188k, 18/18) "Get your grades up." Oda tells him. "Then we'll talk." Well, Dazai thinks. If he's going to be miserable, the least he can do is make Chuuya miserable, too. Maybe then Chuuya will ditch him and Dazai can fail out of college with no regrets.

His Prized Experiment by fauxtales @fauxfroot (Mature, 94k, 18/18) "As terrifying as it could be, there was something just so freeing in using Corruption. It is, after all, his strongest state. No one can harm him when he uses Corruption; he is all but invincible. There are days when he lets himself dream. There is the part of him wondering if that’s just the god or his instincts trying to convince him to unleash pure chaos and destruction on the world, but that thought is easy enough to push away. He has no control in that state after all." As a teenager, Chuuya is subjected to experiments at Mori's hand in an attempt to find a way to control Corruption. Now, years later, Mori has decided it's time to revisit the experiments. Dazai is having none of it. But can they really leave their entire life behind?

death offers no absolution by Zairielon (Mature, 62k, 10/10) After so many years in the Port Mafia, Chuuya thought he couldn't be phased by anything - that he had carried out the worst orders that would ever be given to him. Then he sees things he never saw before. He sees horror, cruelty, needless suffering. He sees death in every step he takes. Chuuya is only human, too. Eventually, he breaks. OR, Chuuya leaves the Port Mafia and attempts to escape his bloodstained past.

from a to o, i love you so by anticide @anticidic (Explicit, 22k, 3/3) Here they were dancing a dangerous tango and crossing lines and blurring boundaries that neither Fukuzawa nor Mori would take kindly to. Dazai was supposed to have gotten over Chuuya, not melted in his embrace and bound them together for an eternity. (Or: Dazai and Chuuya's unconventional relationship sparks a radical change within Dazai when he wakes up one day under the weather and feeling very, very off.)

My Body is Your Body (I Won't Tell Anybody) by thereweregiants (Explicit, 26k, 2/2) Thanks to a rogue ability user, Dazai and Chuuya find themselves switching bodies. ...yeah, there's no way this ends well.

Mission - Entrancing Armed Detective Agency by cocktailjjrs (Teen and Up Audiences, 105k, 12/12) “Charming? Have you finally started dreaming now?” Dazai turned to face his longtime partner again “Say what you want, asshole, but people like me better anyway” Chuuya ignored the jab at his lack of dreams, only shrugging in response. “I can bet anything in this world that you can’t be liked by everyone. Your efforts will be fruitless by the end of the day” “Wanna bet?” Chuuya smirked “You’re on!” Dazai returned the smirk “I’ll tell you who your target will be” . . . In which, Dazai and Chuuya are upto their old shenanigans and make a bet. As a result - Bonds are formed, secrets are revealed, money is spent, devious plans are concatenated; someone gets drugged, someone gets punched, someone gets a wakeup slap. And Chuuya's 'brute' image is at imminent risk. All of this - to with the bet!

Prey to Your Instincts by skylorr (Mature, 98k, 8/8) He was a beta. He was normal. Barely any scent, no cycles, no mating instincts. Just plain old normal. At least, that’s what he thought. He thought he was normal. But instead, Dazai is currently curled up on his single mattress in the shipping container that he calls home as he sweats profusely and struggles through cramps, pains, and the desire to nest. His mattress has a single thin blanket, which apparently does not satisfy the omega instincts trying to claw their way out of his mind. He was so close, too; days away from his 17th birthday, the birthday that would have officially made him a beta. Hope is a killer disease.

[sidenote: there is also a sequel to this fic that i recommend just as much! it's still a WIP <3]

Illustrations of Lying by writingfromtheshadows (Mature, 49k, 20/20) It is more difficult, perhaps, to bear with fortitude the little daily trails of life, than great calamities, because we summon up all our spiritual and moral strength to resist the latter... Upon faced with the culmination of Mori's plan, Dazai does not go to Odasaku's side. Instead, he relieves Mori of his duties.

i'll bleed out for you by StarshipDancer @neonganymede (Mature, 75k, 7/7) What a shitty way to die.... Less than forty-eight hours ago, they’d been impaled together, and Chuuya had feared that the broken metal pole had pinned him in place against a corpse. Now, he worried that a corpse sat next to him, nothing more than a poorly-crafted imitation of his ex-partner. ... And what an even shittier situation to be stuck in. Or, A mission goes wrong, and Soukoku die together. Except, they don't, but now they're stuck in a safe house pretending that they did. And if Chuuya wants to find out what went wrong with Dazai's plan, he'll first have to find a way around the wall of silence that his former partner has built to keep him out.

Cigarette Game by chowderpuff (Teen and Up Audiences, 9k, 2/2) Chuuya has a crush on Dazai. Dazai knows this, and he thinks it’s a prime opportunity to mess with his partner a little. After all, why not? Chuuya’s reactions to his flirting are priceless, a new little bonus feature to the game between them, and Dazai actually starts to find it more entertaining than outright arguing. It’s all harmless fun until Dazai realizes that he has feelings too. Then it's decidedly not.

[ author's tumblrs are tagged when i could find them! if you know one who wasn't tagged or if you're an author and would like to be untagged, let me know! ]

#29 fics total jfc ksdhgkshdgkhsdgkh #so yep i definitely could do more of these and i probably will <3 but not for a good minute cus this took me like 2 hours #i love spreading the love and sharing my fave fics and there are sooo many and i didn't want to make this much longer #but anyway!!!#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #ficrec #fic rec list #fic rec #skk #soukoku #dazai x chuuya #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #shh ac

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¡𝟏𝟎 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮!

Pt.1 (making it a story…hopefully) (ALSO not movie accurate!!) (will be based in modern time rather than the 90s/00s)

Pairing: Rafe x reader (strangers/enemies to lovers)

(Face claim: Jessica Alba)

Warnings: language, mentions of the word ‘rape’ (due to a part in the book I reference ‘heroes’ if you haven’t read it, I kinda recommend, I read it for my gcse and it was one of the better books I did for English 😭)

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It was the beginning of summer, life was great. Even greater for Rafe, new place, fresh start. Moving from California, to Outer Banks was a big change. Well, it was nice for him. He hoped the people… mainly girls… were different from the fake basic girls in Cali.

It was his first day of school, as for you, it was a normal day of school.

You were in your stone grey Toyota gt86, blasting your rock chick music. As the car next to you blasts white chick music. You rolled your eyes at the basic taste of music.

You pulled off as soon as the light hit green. Driving over to the high school.

Once on you had parked up, you got out of the car. Grabbing your tote bag from the back seat you closed both doors and locked your car. Putting your keys into your bag. You adjusted the straps on your shoulder.

Rafe was already there, talking with his ‘tour guide’. The guy, Jake, went through the basics. More specifically the basics of what group of people was what. The ‘jocks’, ‘popular girls’, ‘cowboys’, etc.

That’s when Rafe spotted you from afar. You walked over to your small (preferably) friendship group. Sitting with them on the small brick wall.

Rage’s attention went from you as Jake patted his shoulder and chuckled. Rafe asked “who’s that??” Jake replied “that, my friend, is Y/n Y/l/n… no point in going for her, man.” Rafe’s eyebrow raised “why not??” Jake answered “dude, she’s like got a huge attitude and kinda a bitch…” Rafe scoffed “you probably said something to upset her or some shit, that’s why..” Jake shakes his head “all I’m sayin’ is, watch out for her, man.”

Rafe’s attention was back on you. The way your hair naturally curls, the way your white band tee hugged your chest nicely, the way your long black skirt hugged your curves in all the right places. The way the slight showed just the right amount of thigh that it would be a nice view; but doesn’t dress code you. The way your docs topped off the outfit nicely. Edgy, but modest. You had different style to other girls in the school. And Rafe, for the first time, wasn’t complaining. He never thought he’d be into girls that didn’t wear dresses that practically suffocated them. Or girls that didn’t wear skirts that showed half of your ass. You were different, a good different.

The bell snapped him out of his thoughts. Shit, he has class, he looked over to you one more time to see you walking away with your friends.

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You sat in class, the teacher spoke “so? Did anyone even bother to read heroes??”

A girl raised her hand, “yeah, it was so romantic…” you rolled your eyes and remarked “romantic? Larry raped Nicole, so Francis went on a mission. Then it was wasted cause he didn’t even get to complete the mission cause Larry shot himself. Then Nicole and Francis didn’t even reconnect officially… hardly a love story..”

The teacher spoke “thank you, Y/n… didn’t need the summary but thanks…” you crossed your arms and leaned back into the plastic chair “why can’t we read better books by better authors… like Emily Brontë, or George Orwell, even Chuck Palahniuk, maybe even Steven Ki-”

Your teacher spoke “alright, we get it, you say it every time, and I always say..” you mocked “I can’t do a single thing, it’s the school that picks, not me..” your teacher nodded “exa-” the classroom door opens.

Rafe walks in, he gave a small smile “wha’d I miss?” You look over your shoulder. Looking him up and down “discussing the fact this school picks shitty books rather than actual interesting ones…” he smirked when he heard you speak “great.” He left the class.

You looked to your teacher, they spoke “office, now” you place your books in your tote bag and put it over your shoulder. You gave a small smirk to your friends as they subtly cheered for you. As the completely agreed with your argument.

You walked down the hallway, Rafe leaned against the lockers on his phone. As you walked past he looked up, “Y/n… right?”

You turned on your heel and faced him “who’s asking?” He chuckles softly “I’m uh, Rafe… Rafe Cameron…” you nodded “I know, you’re Ward’s son, right??” He raised an eyebrow. How did she know?

You quickly added “my dad is in the same company as the one your father joined. He told me they chatted and mentioned that you’d be joining here…” he nodded “oh right… yeah, uh where you headin’?”

“The office, once again, the English teacher never likes me.” He chuckled as he walked over to her “why’s that? You smarter than her?” You shrug “wouldn’t say smart, I just have good taste in book unlike her or the school…” he nodded. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his slacks “so… mind if I walk with you?” You shook your head “I don’t mind. I wasn’t going to the principals office anyways..” he smirked “bad girl, huh?” You playfully rolled your eyes “more like, the principal is fed up of me going to her office… so here I am, roaming the halls for the next…” you look at your watch “..ten minutes”

He nods, you walk side by side. Rafe didn’t know what he was feeling. He wasn’t intimidated but felt almost shy. He couldn’t describe it, you look the type to rip people’s head off if they bark back at you. But honestly… that was hot in his eyes.

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It was currently lunch, you sat on the bleachers with your friends. Eating lunch and talking about anything and everything.

Rafe sat with Jake and a few of Jake’s friends. Rafe clicked almost instantly with Topper and Kelce. They’re both interested in golf, partying, girls, etc. So naturally they clicked.

Rafe would glance over to you from time to time. Topper chuckled “hey, if you keep lookin’ she’s gonna see, dude” Rafe rolled his eyes “fine with me.” The guys chuckled.

Kelce asked “hey Top, Y/n friends with your sister, right??” Topper nodded then sipped his can of Pepsi. Rafe looked to Topper, “wait seriously??” Topper put tossed his can in the trash “yeah, dude, she’s over my place quite a lot.”

Rafe’s ears perked, over Topper’s place quite a lot?? Damn…

He then looked back over to the group to see his sister, Sarah, walk over and sit with them. He watched as Sarah and you talked and laughed. He thinks to himself ‘if she’s friends with Sarah, that means she might come over our place? Oh. My. God’

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It was an hour or two after school, you sat on the couch. Your Marshall headphones resting on your head as you listen to music and read.

You hear footsteps approaching, it was your father. He holds an envelope to you. You pulled your headphone down, resting them around your neck. You opened the envelope and gasped “no way!” Your dad asked “what is it??” You answered “I got in! The art and music college we talked about! I got in!” He smiled “really?! Congrats, sweetie!”

Your younger sister (who’s completely opposite to you, full glam and girly, made you wanna gag) came downstairs is a slightly shorter than usual dress. Your father asked “and where are you going??”

Your sister, Gabs, replied “there’s this boy, his name is Brooks” you rolled your eyes “you mean the not so good looking guy who is a huge idiot??” “Shut up!!” Your sister looks back to your dad “he asked to go to the movies, go I pleaseee go daddy?” Your dad shakes his head “absolutely not, you know the rule. No dating till you graduate” Gabs rolls her eyes “please!” He replied “no, end of discussion.”

Gabs argued “this isn’t fair, Y/n gets to go out but I can’t??” You fake laughed “good one, Gabs.” Your father added “same rule applies to her.” You looked over to Gabs “and by the way, I’m not looking for anyone, not interested in a single soul…”

Gabs huffed, your father walks away. You crossed your legs on the couch and rested your now closed book in your lap. “So, where were you actually going? I assume you just lied to dad…” Gabs whispered “a party…” you lightly scoffed “you know you’re too young for those parties, especially with Brooks..” Gabs rolls her eyes “I’m only two years younger than you, quit it.”

Your father re-enters, “new deal, Gabs can have a date-” Gabs squealed and smiled. Your dad added “-if Y/n gets a date.” Gabs smiled drops. “What?! She won’t date! Daddy this is unfair!”

You grabbed your book and stood up, heading over to the stairs. Your sister complained “daddy! She won’t date at all, she’ll be buried and not have a date! C’mon!” You chuckled “good, I’ll keep it that way.” Gabs stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at you “you’re so selfish, you know that?!” You chuckled and walked down the hallway upstairs and to your room. Gabs huffed in annoyance.

If you date, Gabs can date. But you don’t wanna date anyone, do you? Not now, not ever… maybe that can change… maybe it’ll stay the same… who knows…

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Changing Paths

Request: Okay not to be angsty or potentially make Tim Bradford seem ooc but like imagine he had a kid and growing up he was sure she was going to join the LAPD like him bc she always wanted to know how his day at work was (wanting to know what bad guys he caught), and always wanted to ‘play police’ with him but as she grew up she realised that being the kid of a well known/respected police officer can be quite pressuring (see Jackson for example) and she also just discovers new interests growing up too. And when Tim finds out, be it from her directly or from someone else accidentally, he kinda freaks a little like he had this whole plan in his head about her career and it kinda scares him that she’s diverting and potentially going to move away n shit so at first he reacts quite harshly but after some SEVERE talking to from some of his friends he realises his mistakes and apologies and all that jazz (I have no clue if that made sense it just popped into my head)

Pairings: Tim Bradford x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, cursing

Masterlist

A/N: Thank you @justabigassnerd for requesting this! I may or may not have gotten a little emotional towards the end.

You weren't like the other girls in your class. You weren't into cheer, barbies, or anything girly. You loved the action and the adrenaline. You loved sports, football, basketball, baseball and softball, you loved them so much that you've been on the basketball and softball teams. You probably grew a love for it from being raised by only your father, Tim Bradford. You never knew your mother and she was never in the picture having left when you were just a day old. It's just been you and your dad and honestly you loved it. You are your father's entire world and he was so happy when you took interest in his hobbies and interests. Growing up; you had always wanted to be a cop. Your father and you played cops and robbers all the time and he showed you the ropes and taught you the law. You knew the dangers of him being a cop.

You have almost finished your sophomore year of high school, only 10 more days and then it was summer vacation and you had decided to start looking into colleges and a new career path. Your interests were still strong in cops but recently you wanted to steer clear of becoming a cop and you started to become interested in some girly things but not a lot. You saw the toll it took on Jackson West, one of the rookies that was in training with your dad's fellow coworker, Angela Lopez aka your godmother. You saw the stress it put on him to be perfect and not make a mistake. You didn't want that to be you so you started to look for new career paths and one that came to you almost easily was lawyer. Wesley Evers, Angela’s husband and your godfather, kind of inspired this. You loved arguing and you won several arguments and you were also on a debate team for your school and you were good at it like scary good at it. The only thing is you couldn't tell your father, were scared to tell him. He would hate it and try to talk you out of it but you didn't want to be talked out of it. You wanted to talk to someone about it so when your dad had to go to work for the weekend and Angela didn't you begged and pleaded to stay with Angela and Wesley and of course they agreed and so did your dad. He knew you would be fine at home but he wasn't going to keep you away from your godparents or tell you no, he wanted you to feel like you could trust him. So, when he went off to work you gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek and saw him off and then you were getting in your truck and heading over to their house. It was an easy and short drive. You parked in the driveway and turned off the truck and got out, you grabbed your duffle and slung your backpack and headed to the front door. When you got there you knocked on the door and waited with a smile. It wasn't long until it was answered by Wesley with a smile. “Hey, Sweetheart. I'm so glad we have you this weekend. I was missing our bonding time.” He chuckled and so did you as he brought you in for a hug.

“I missed you and Angela too.” You said as you hugged him.

“Angela will be home in a few. She has some stuff to finish up at work.” He said and you nodded as you released each other and then he was ushering you in as you set your bags down.

“How has everything been?” You asked

“It's been great. Cases have been going great.” He said “You?” He asked.

“It's been great. I think I've decided on a career path.” You said and he looked at you as you sat down at the bar stool while he grabbed a glass for you and him.

“That's great! What is it?” He asked as he poured some water for him and you.

“I want to be a Lawyer.” You said watching his reaction.

“Excellent career choice, if I do say so myself.” He said smirking and you chuckled “What made you decide that and not cop?” He asked as he leaned against the counter. You shrugged your shoulders.

“I've seen the stress that Jackson has to go through being a cop's son and his father being a higher up cop himself. I love cops, don't get me wrong but waking up every day and going to a job where you have to work to keep an image up just because of who your family is can get to someone. Everyone will know who my father is and expect me to be like him and if I fuck up then it would ruin his image and I can't do that to him.” You said and Wesley listened and nodded.

“I get it. I do. You know Angela and I along with the others will support you. Even though your dad won't like it, he'll be happy for you and support you. He'll love you no matter what. You know why?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Why?” You asked as he came around and you turned to him.

“Because you are his daughter and he's proud of you every day. He loves you so much more than you would ever know. Of course, it'll take him some time to get used to the fact that his daughter is growing up and going into a different field but he won't stop loving you, ever.” He said and brought you into a hug and some tears fell. That is how Angela found you both when she got home.

“Everything ok here?” She asked slightly concerned and the two of you broke apart and you wiped your eyes.

“Perfect. We were just discussing my career path.” You said

“Ohh do tell.” She said

“I've decided to become a lawyer.” You said

“You would be a hell of a good one.” She said and you chuckled.

“I'm just afraid to tell dad. He has this big idea of me being a cop but after seeing how it took a toll on Jackson, I don't want to go through that. It's just what if I fucked up? It would ruin his reputation and image.” You said and she nodded.

“I've seen how it takes a toll on him. He talks about it a lot. Everyone will support you either way. Believe it or not your dad will too. He's so proud of you each and every day.” Angela said and you smiled.

“That's what Wesley said.” You chuckled and they chuckled as well. “Enough of all these sappy moments.” You said and they chuckled

“And there is your father coming out of you.” Angela said “So, how does Steak Fettuccine Alfredo sound for dinner?” She asked.

“Delicious.” You and Wesley said at the same time and you both looked at each other and everyone laughed.

“Well let's get to cooking and you,” She pointed at you “Get to working on your homework.” She said and you chuckled.

“Yes ma'am.” You said and went and grabbed your backpack and got your work out. As you were working and they were cooking you got to thinking. “Wesley?” You asked and he looked up.

“What's up?” He asked

“Could you help me research good law schools?” You asked and he smiled.

“Absolutely.” He said

“Could you also help me with the college applications?” You asked

“You know I will. You'll need some experience and I can help you with that and get you as an intern at the DA office and some law firms.” He said

“Thank you so much.” You said and he smiled.

“It's nothing. Meet me at the precinct Monday after school. I'll help you there and you can sit in on some cases. I'll even let you try your hand at some.” He said

“Oh, that would be wonderful.” You said

“You're going to be great at it.” Angela said and you smiled at her. "The rest of the night was spent eating, you working on your homework and getting help when needed, and then some TV time watching cheesy cop shows that Angela liked to make fun of, criticize, and critiquing and some lawyer shows that Wesley and fun criticizing and critiquing as well. Soon everyone was in bed.

By the time the weekend was over you felt pretty good about everything. You said bye to both of them Sunday morning and headed out the door and got in your truck and headed home. When you got home your dad was home and was out with Kojo in the front yard it seemed like they just got back from their walk. You parked your truck and got out and grabbed your bags and walked over to them locking your truck. Kojo barked happily and tugged on the leash wagging his tail. You dropped your bags and bent down and he started to lick you and you chuckled petting him “Hey handsome boy.” You said and then looked up at your dad smiling. “Hey, Dad.” You said standing up and hugging him.

“Oh, I see I'm second best to a dog.” He said smirking and you chuckled.

“Never. How was work?” You asked

“It was good. Busy.” He said

“How was Lucy?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows and he rolled his eyes.

“Good.” He said “How was your weekend at Angela and Wesley's?” He asked.

“Great. We had fun. They helped me with some school work and we made fun of some cop and lawyer shows.” You said and chuckled.

“That's always fun. Let's get inside.” He said and you nodded and grabbed your bags and the three of you headed inside. You dropped your back at the stairs and met your dad in the kitchen. “So have you thought about college?” He asked and you nodded.

“I have. I'm gonna start working on some of the applications Monday. Wesley is going to help me with some stuff so I’ll be at the station after school.” You said

“That's great. You'll have to let me know which college.” He said and you smiled.

“You know I will.” You said and he chuckled.

“I'm going to take a shower and then we have all day to spend together.” He said

“Sounds perfect.” You said smiling and he smiled back. He walked over to kiss your head and then headed off to take a shower. You sighed once you heard the shower turn on. How were you going to tell him that you weren’t going to be a cop and a lawyer instead? It was no secret that cops hated lawyers but it just spoke to you and you were quick to fall in love with it. You wanted this and decided that nothing was going to stand in your way. You must’ve been lost in thought because of the sound of your father’s voice speaking in front of you.

“Are you alright?” He asked and you looked at him confused.

“Yea, why?” You asked

“Because I’ve been speaking to you for the past 5 minutes.” He said

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I just got lost in my head. So, what do you want to do?” You asked, smiling at him and he gave you a concerned look.

“I figured that we would just stay in and enjoy our time together. Start with some breakfast and just let the day go from there.” He said and you smiled.

“That sounds like a nice day.” You said and that is what you did. The day was spent laughing together and bantering back and forth playfully. Lunch was eaten and shows were watched and then supper was made and movies were watched. Overall, it was a lazy day and you liked that especially if it was a lazy day with your dad. Soon it was time to go to sleep.

“Have a good night and I love you.” He said kissing your forehead.

******************

Monday morning rolled around and you were getting up to the sound of your alarm. You quickly got ready for school and walked downstairs to be greeted by Kojo. Your dad was in the kitchen fixing breakfast for you and him to go. “Good morning handsome boy.” You said bending down and petting the dog on the head and he barked which alerted your father who turned around and smiled.

“Hey!” He said and came over and hugged you kissing your head. “How did you sleep?” He asked.

“Pretty good. Oh, don't forget I'm meeting Wesley today for him to help me.” You said as he stepped back to the food.

“That's right. I'll be looking forward to seeing you and so will everyone else.” He then looked down at his watch. “You need to get going before you're late.” He said as he handed you food and you grabbed your bag. “Be safe and don't do anything illegal.” He said and you chuckled.

“Well, there goes my plan for today.” You said sarcastically and he rolled his eyes and then started to gently usher you out.

“Go go.” He said and you were out the door and to your truck. You got in and headed off to school. You got there and met up with their friends and then the school day started. The first part of the day came and went and when you got to lunch you were quickly heading to the library to meet with your debate team as always. While you all ate everything and anything were discussed you all had met in your law class which is the only class you looked forward to was your law class. If it were up to you could stay in this class all day long and not complain about it. You really don’t know where the sudden change of career paths came from but you honestly didn’t mind it. It was your last class of the day and you were excelling in it.

The final bell rang signaling the end of the day and you were quickly packing up and heading out to your truck. Once there you opened it and put your pack back away and then started it and once all clear you headed off to the precinct. When you got there and parked beside your dad’s truck you saw Lucy Chen, your dad’s former rookie but now partner, standing by the shop and you were quick to turn off your truck and get out to greet her. “Hey, Lucy!” You said happily as she turned at the sound of her name. She smiled when she saw it was you.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” She asked as she hugged you.

“Wesley is helping me with college stuff and he told me he was going to be here. So, I’m here.” You said as you both released each other from the hug.

“That’s right. Tim told me you were picking colleges. Do you have a career path in mind?” She asked and you nodded.

“I do.” You said smiling and she smiled back.

“That’s great! What is it?” She asked

“I want to be a lawyer.” You said

“That would be great for you.” She said “I’m just curious as to why you don’t want to be a police officer.” She said curiously and you smiled.

“I have considered it but after seeing the stress and what it is doing to Jackson I decided against it. I love law enforcement but being a lawyer, I feel like it would be less pressure and less dangerous. Also, I would have to uphold an image and if I fuck up then people would be saying something like “Well your dad did it this way and wouldn’t have fucked it up.” and I don’t want that. Plus, it could ruin his image too and I don’t want that either.” You explained and she listened and nodded.

“I get it. Whatever route you take I’ll be there backing you up and so will everyone else especially your dad. We’re so proud of you, especially Tim.” She said as your dad came out and greeted you both.

“I shouldn’t be too late tonight. If I am then I’ll let you know.” He said and you nodded. “Oh, Wesley is in the briefing room. He just got done with dealing with a client.” He said.

“Thank you. I’ll see you later, Lucy. Love you dad.” You said

“See you later.” Lucy said

“Love you too.” Your dad said and you were heading off into the precinct as they got ready to go.

******************

Lucy and Tim had just been on the road for an hour after leaving you at the precinct and started patrolling the area. It was silent in the shop as Tim liked it but Lucy did not. “So, Y/N said she has picked a career field and is starting to research colleges.” Lucy said.

“Yea that’s right. She’s going to be a good cop.” He said and Lucy looked at him confused.

“No, she told me that she was going to be a lawyer.” Lucy said and then suddenly the shop came to a screeching halt and Lucy was thrown forward against her seatbelt that luckily locked into place to prevent her from crashing into the dash. Tim looked at her.

“No, she’s going to school to become a cop.” He said defensively and she shook her head.

“No, she didn't, she told me that she wanted to be a lawyer.” She said “You can ask her yourself.” She said and suddenly the shop was jerking around and they were heading back to the precinct. “What the hell? Where are we going?” She asked, hanging on for dear life as he finally straightened the shop out.

“Back to the precinct. You’re wrong and I’m going to prove it.” He said

******************

“So what colleges are you thinking about?” Wesley asked as he sat on the table in front of you.

“I was thinking in state. I don’t want to be too far away from home and I want to visit dad whenever I can.” You said as you pulled your laptop out and he nodded.

“I can certainly help with that. Stanford is the top choice for California.” He said and you nodded.

“Which one did you go to?” You asked

“I went to Whittier Law School.” He said “We can certainly look into that one but I’m sure you want the best right?” He asked and you shrugged.

“I mean yes but I would be happy to get into any of them to be honest.” You said and he nodded.

“That’s a good way of thinking. Have you considered going out of state?” He asked

“Yes, but I just know California better but if going out of state is what it takes then I’m all for it.” You said

“I like that you’re keeping your mind open.” He said “Why don’t we apply to some in state and out of state. We’ll research them and then go from there.” He said and you nodded smiling.

“I like the sound of that.” You said and so the two of you set off getting to work on researching and starting applications. Angela walked in and the both of you looked up from your computer.

“How’s it going in here?” She asked

“Pretty well. Wouldn’t you say?” You asked, turning to Wesley and he nodded.

“I agree she really knows her stuff and knows a lot about these colleges.” He said and you smiled.

“I just don’t want to make the wrong choice.” You said and they both smiled.

“I wish more people were like that.” Wesley said and then you caught your dad storming in and heading straight for the briefing room. Your eyebrows scrunched together and then the door was slamming open before your godparents could ask you what was wrong.

“Dad?” You asked as they both turned to him and he was fuming.

“What is this I’m hearing about you becoming a lawyer?” He asked and you looked at Wesley and Angela and they both looked at you.

“We’ll be outside if you need us.” Angela said and you nodded and once they were out of the room you turned to look at him.

“Dad-” You started but he cut you off.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me? I had to find out from Lucy.” He said arms crossed and now you were fuming not at Lucy but the way he was taking it.

“This is why I didn’t tell you. I knew how you would react. Yes, I want to be a lawyer and yes, my plan was to become a cop but that has changed now.” You said

“No, you’re going to be a cop and that is final. I have your whole path mapped out.” He said and you shook your head and stood up almost like you were squaring up to him you were not backing down from this fight.

“See that is the problem right there. Your dream is for me to be like you. Yes, I wanted to be a cop but that has changed. I’ve seen the way it has affected Jackson and put pressure on him to be like his father. I don’t want that pressure on me. What if I do become a cop and don’t mount up to your expectations or what other people that know you. What will they say? I’ll tell you ‘Oh your father would be so disappointed.’ ‘You’ll never be as good as him.’ ‘Why aren’t you more like him?’ ‘You need to be more like your father.’ ‘Your father wouldn’t have done it that way, he would've done it this way.’ Do you know what that does to someone? It breaks them down and makes them feel like they’re not good enough. I would feel like a disgrace if I did become a cop and fucked up one way or the other.” You explained tears starting to form but not from sadness from anger “I get it you’re disappointed in me now and I’m sorry about that but it is my life, Dad. My interests have changed and so have my plans. I was looking to go to a college in state to be closer to you but now I think I’m going to start looking out of state because I don’t think I can be in the same state doing what I love while my father is disappointed in me for what I love. I don’t think I can deal with being in the same state going to law school while my father hates what I want to come. It’s no secret that cops hate lawyers and the thought of my own father hating me just because I want to be a lawyer kills me and I hate that feeling because I love you and I always will even if you can’t stand me or love me anymore just because I don’t want to become a cop.” You said and he had been silent the whole time still fuming.

“I’ve already put in a good word for you at the police academy and you will be going. I would still love you not hate you and wouldn't be disappointed.” He said angry that you would say such things and you huffed because you knew he didn’t like lawyers, the only one he did like was Wesley and that is it. Hell, the only reason he did was because he was married to Angela and they watched you as a kid.

“Oh, bull fucking shit you would hate me, be disappointed, and wouldn’t love me because I would be lawyer! You hate them! The only reason you like Wesley is because he is married to Angela and he is my godfather. If he wasn’t any of those things that you wouldn’t even like him.” You said throwing your hands up getting frustrated. “You’re also not fucking listening to me!” You yelled out.

“Don’t curse at me and you know that is not true.” He warned and said and you saw red.

“I wouldn’t be cursing at you if you didn’t fucking listen to what I just said and also yes, it is true. Hear me when I say this. I. Don’t. Want. To. Be. A. Cop.” You said punctuating each word “I want to be a lawyer.” You added “If you can’t accept that then that is saying something. You can’t even support your own daughter in her interests and that is sad, truly sad. I just hope when I do become a lawyer you won’t hate me. If you do then I won’t even bother coming home on holidays, I’ll stay away. I won’t even contact you because you’ll be so disappointed in me. So, congratulations, you just lost your daughter.” You finished and grabbed your computer and shoved it into your bag and stormed out with him following you looked at Wesley. “I think I’m going to go out of state.” You said and walked off.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” Lucy said and you shook your head.

“Not your fault, it was bound to come out at some point.” You said and rushed off opting to take the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator. Once you got down them and out the door you went to the truck and got in you bawled and then decided you couldn’t stay here any longer and went to the next person you trusted and knew would support you and who knew you wanted to be lawyer, John Nolan.

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Back at the station Angela, Wesley, Lucy, and Wade Grey were all standing outside of the briefing room shocked and to be honest a little pissed at Tim for the way he handled it. Grey knew all about your dream to become a lawyer; he actually encouraged it and was also helping you out. Angela was seeing red the most. She knew you wanted so much to please your dad but you wanted to be a lawyer. She loved you like you were her own kid. “What the hell is wrong with you?” She asked angrily when he came out.

“What?” He asked as she pushed him back into the room and shut the door making it clear that she wanted to be left alone with him.

“You know she hates disappointing you and you just made her feel like she just did because she’s not doing what you want her to do.” She said

“That is not true. I just wanted her to carry on the police career.” He said “She would make a hell of a cop.” He said.

“She would but if she fucked up then what? You’ll be much harder on her and she would push herself until she burnt herself out. She doesn’t want to let you down which is why she is picking another career field.” Angela said

“That is not true.” He said

“Yes, it is. She doesn’t think you would be proud of her if she didn’t pick what you wanted her to be.” She said

“That is not true. I would be proud of her and I wouldn’t be disappointed in her or not love her.” He said

“Well, with the fight you both just had she’s thinking you’re not proud and that you don’t love her and are disappointed in her.” She said

“I didn’t mean it that way.” He defended

“It sure as hell sounded like it. It is a well-known fact that cops hate lawyers and now she thinks you’re going to hate her. She has been so scared to tell you that she wanted to be a lawyer and not a cop. I’ve never in my life seen her scared but when she was over the other night and told us she was. Let me tell you she was scared.” She said and that seemed to click something in his head.

“She was scared?” He asked and Angela nodded.

“She told me that she was afraid to tell you. Because you had this big idea of me being a cop, she has seen the toll it had taken on Jackson and she doesn’t want to go through that. She said if she fucked up then it would ruin his reputation and image.” You said and she nodded.

“How do I make this up?” He asked

“Go talk to her and reassure that you’re not going to hate her, be disappointed in her, and not going to stop loving her. If I know her then she’s going to be at Nolan’s house.” Angela said and he nodded and then left. Grey stopped him.

“You better fix this.” He said and Tim nodded.

“Yes, Sir.” Tim said and then he was leaving with Lucy behind him because they were still on shift and they were off to Nolan’s house.

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When you got to Nolan’s house you were quick to park and shut the engine off. You got out and locked the door and headed for his front door. When you got there you were quick to knock and didn’t have to wait long before the door was opening. “Y/N/N, What’s wrong?” He asked as you slammed into him hugging him and started to sob. He backed the two of you up until he could shut the door.

“Dad found out that I wanted to be a lawyer. We had a big fight. I have just seen what being a kid of a cop does to someone, that someone being Jackson. I don’t want a strained relationship like that but I think I just ruined that.” You said as he pulled back you wiped your tears.

“I don’t think your relationship is ruined. He’s going to be proud of you no matter what career you go into. Sure, it may take some time to get used to but he won’t stop loving you.” Nolan said and you nodded. He always knew what to say.

“Can I stay here for a while? Just until I have enough guts to go home and face him.” You asked and he smiled and nodded.

“Of course, stay as long as you like.” He said

“Thank you.” You said

“It’s not a problem.” He said as you both went into the kitchen “Hungry?” He asked and you smiled at him.

“Maybe just a little.” You said

“Food coming right up.” He said and started to fix something to snack on. You two talked about anything to just take your mind off of everything. It wasn’t 10 minutes later there was another knock on the door, this one more authoritative. Nolan went to answer it and you listened.

“Is Y/N/N here?” Your dad’s voice came through.

“Yeah, she is. Come on in. She’s in the kitchen.” He said and when you heard their footsteps coming closer you looked up and eyes met your dads.

“Can we talk?” He asked you and you looked hesitant and you looked at Nolan and he nodded giving you encouragement.

“Yea.” You said quietly the feeling of defeat and disappointment still there.

“I’ll be no here.” Nolan said and awkwardly made his outside and you chuckled but turned serious when you looked at your dad.

“I’m not changing my mind on the career field.” You said getting defensive.

“I’m not going to ask you to.” He said and you looked confused.

“But you want me to be a cop.” You said

“That is true and I still do but I had a very stern talking done by Angela. I was angry and let my emotions take over when I heard you wanted to be a lawyer from Lucy and not you but I’m over it now. I’m sorry I reacted like that. I want you to do what you want to do and if that is to be a lawyer then so be it. I will love you and be proud of you either way. When I heard that you were scared to tell me it killed me, I never want you to be scared to tell me anything. I want you to come to me for anything. I’m so sorry for making you feel like I wouldn’t love you. I will always love you. I will always be proud of you. You could never disappoint me, Y/N/N. You being my daughter makes me so proud. I really hope you don’t go out of state. I don’t want you to stop talking to me. I want you to come home for the holidays. I don’t want you to stay away, I want you closer.” He said and you started to cry “Come here.” He said and brought you into a hug. “I’m so proud of you every day. I will always be proud of you even if you become a lawyer, hell you’re already good at arguing.” He said chuckling and you chuckled too.

“You really don’t care if I become a lawyer?” You asked and he shook his head.

“I wouldn’t care if you became an FBI agent. I would be so proud of you.” He said

“You know that was a consideration.” You said and chuckled.

“I wouldn’t put it past you. Which part?” He asked as you both pulled away.

“The Behavioral Analysis Unit.” You said “I know some of them there.” You added.

“Do I wanna know?” He asked and you chuckled.

“It’s nothing bad.” You said and he looked at you. “I promise.” You said and he nodded.

“Ok, just making sure. So what college were you thinking in state?” He asked

“Stanford. Wesley said it was the best one.” You said

“Wesley knows what is best when it comes to law.” He chuckled and he nodded and after a beat of silence he added “I love you and I’m so proud of you, you know that right?” He asked and you nodded.

“I love you too dad and I know.” You said and then Nolan was awkwardly popping his head in.

“Do I still have a daughter?” He asked and you smiled.

“Yea, you still have a daughter.” You replied

“Good because I love her so much and am proud of her.” He said and you smiled and hugged him. It was silent for a minute. The only sound you could hear was his heartbeat, a sound you loved now and have since you were a baby, until Nolan was knocking on the now opened door as his head popped into the house.

“I don’t hear anymore talking or yelling and I got concerned that you both have killed each other but I see you both haven’t killed each other which is good.” He said and you both chuckled and smiled at his antics. “Everything ok?” He asked and you nodded.

“Everything is ok.” Your dad said.

“More than ok. Everything is great.” You said and they both smiled.

“Well on that note. Anybody hungry?” Nolan asked and you along with your dad smiled.

“I have to get back to work.” Your dad said.

“But I can stay.” You said and Nolan nodded.

“Great! I’ll get snacks started.” He said and walked into the kitchen. You turned to your dad.

“Be safe and I love you.” You said.

“You know I will and I love you too.” He said and hugged him one last time before he had to get going. When he left you turned your attention to Nolan who was turning around with food in his hands. As you spent the rest of the time with Nolan until you had to go home for supper and because of school the next day. When you got home your dad was already there and when you parked beside his truck and turned the engine off and got out after grabbing your bag and locked it you walked into the house.

“Y/N/N, that you?” He asked as Kojo ran and greeted you.

“Yea, it's more.” You said as you kicked your shoes off and dropped your bag. You walked into the kitchen where he was making dinner.

“Good. Food is ready. You wanna eat at the table or the couch?” He asked

“Couch.” You both said at the same time and you both chuckled. You grabbed a plate and filled it and then he did too and then you were both headed to the couch and sitting down. He turned on the show that you’ve both been watching together. As you ate you got to thinking of how lucky you were to have him as a dad and he was thinking of how lucky he was to have you as a daughter. After you ate you cuddled into him and he snuggled you.

“I’m so proud of you each and every day. I love you so much.” He said and you smiled.

“I know, Dad. I love you too.” You said and he smiled into your hair as he kissed the top of your head. That is how you spent the rest of the night, cuddled in the protective and loving arms of your father.

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Fcukin' Brats

SukunaXFemReader (Modern AU)

Summary: Reader is nervous in giving Sukuna a Valentine's Day gift, after her daughter suggests (demands) that she does.

A/N: First time actually posting a story on Tumblr, hopefully you enjoy.

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"You want to what?" Y/N wanted to clarify as she stood in the grocery store, looking down at her child who had come up with such a kind, but sudden gesture. "I want to give Yuji and Suki chocolate for Valentine's Day." The young female answered back, looking back up at her with large eyes. "Alright, you're the boss Aika." Y/N answered back. She didn't think to much of it, Yuji was Aika's babysitter, so they were always together. And Sukuna... poor guy deserves chocolate for the poor nickname her daughter gave him Lol.

Y/N now stood in her kitchen, assisting her daughter to making chocolate for the Itadori brothers, while she was trying to figure out how she got roped in to also gifting them chocolate.

"Mama, you should give them chocolate too." "Sure, that's a good idea." Y/N didn't deny it, she is grateful to the Itadori brothers. "Give Suki heart shaped chocolate mama." Aika continued, watching her mother measure out all the ingredients. "... why?" "Yuji said you and Suki like each other, and that Suki will probably be sad if you don't give him chocolate." "Did he now?" Y/N sighed with an irritated look. She was going to kill that kid. "You're both right, I'll make chocolate for Sukuna." A sarcastic tone following.

Ah yes, that's how she was roped into giving chocolate to Sukuna, because of her daughter insisted. Heart shaped chocolate, nonetheless... great.

And while what Yuji had said is true, that her and Sukuna do like each other. The relationship was never established because of their positions at work. They're colleagues at work, both on different teams, but both high in position. A relationship between the two of them, was probably not ideal. Well... an established relationship was probably not ideal. Whatever else they did behind closed doors was between them.

Valentine's Day, Yuji had picked up Aika after school, and together they waited at the Itadori home for Y/N to pick her up.

But today was different, for Aika and Yugi had planned a devious plan too have Y/N and Sukuna have dinner tonight at the house. Both were fully aware that the two of them liked each other, both of them were also fully aware that they were going on dates together. Cause why was Y/N working late on the same nights Sukuna was supposedly going to the 'gym'.

The plan was simple, leave Y/N and Sukuna after dinner, and have Aika 'pretend' that she wants to show her new toy to Yuji back at her house. Thankfully the house was just next door.

And now, it was time to put their plan into action.

Yuji had let Y/N into the house, who had went home to change before coming over for dinner. Supposedly Yuji and Aika had persuaded Sukuna to cook dinner for four on Valentine's Day, which he thought was odd. But didn't bother in questioning it.

"This is the first time I've seen you look so domestic, 'Suki'." Y/N teased, seeing Sukuna cooking as she sat down at the island, Yuji running off to get Aika. "It's nice." "Saying you want me as a house wife?" Sukuna questioned back. "That an option?" "Brat."

Y/N could only laugh in return as their casual banter continued on, while the kids were somewhere else in the house.

Even during dinner, the banter continued on, with Yuji trying not to laugh at Sukuna for getting embarrassed with Y/N lightly flirting with him.

"Oh! I have a Valentine's gift for Yuji and Suki!" Aika announced proudly. Running off to her backpack to get it. It truly was a sweet gesture, gifting Yuji and Sukuna chocolate for Valentine's Day. The brother's had thanked Aika for her gift, with Yuji offering to share his other Valentine's chocolate with her.

Just as Aika and Yuji were about to leave the dinner table, Aika had turned around and yelled out, "Don't forget to give your Valentine's gift to Suki, mom!"

Y/N's eyes had gone wide as possible, as it was now Sukuna's turn to laugh at Y/N's embarrasment as the kids ran off next door to see Aika's toys.

"Valentine's gift, huh?" Sukuna began to tease now. "Shutup, it's for Yuji." Y/N replied back, not believing her daughter just exposed her like this. "Sure it is." Sukuna laughed back, now holding out his hand.

Y/N stared at Sukuna's open palm, before giving in and reaching into her own bag, and gifting Sukuna a bag of homemade chocolate. It was even cutely tied off in a pink bow with hearts.

"Oh, you went all out on your gift for me, didn't you Y/N? Heart shaped chocolate." Sukuna commented with a smirk, popping one in his mouth as he eyed you.

Y/N turned away, a blush on her face.

"They're sweet." Sukuna whispered in Y/N's ear. "Just like you."

By this point, Y/N's face was completely red.

And with that, Sukuna had taken this chance and grabbed Y/N's chin, turning her so he could fully kiss her on the lips. And Y/N didn't hesitate to kiss him back, she could even taste the chocolate she had gifted him. It tasted good, she did a great job making those chocolate.

Sukuna's hands grabbed at Y/N's waist and pulling her right against him, their kiss unending as he did so. To be honest, Sukuna was hoping to spend Valentine's Day with her, but was unsure due to the kids most likely wanting to have a Valentine's Day dinner together. So he was taking this opportunity while the kids were gone.

"Sukuna..." Y/N had slightly moaned out as he had then moved down to her neck, , kissing and nipping at the skin as his hands travelled down to her thighs, pushing up her skirt to her waist. His hands grabbing her bum, wanting to rip off her underwear.

"Let's go." Sukuna commented as he pulled away, grabbing the bag of chocolate. "Go?" Y/N questioned, as Sukuna then reached over to lift Y/N, grabbing her by her thighs.

"Sukuna, wait!" Y/N called out, as Sukuna carried her towards the stairs. "The kids!" "They're at your house." Sukuna commented. "Aika is showing Yuji her toys." "They could literally come back at any moment!" Y/N explained, realizing Sukuna was heading to his room. "No, they probably planned this, fcukin' brats."

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Aika and Yuji chilled in the living room of Y/N and Aika's home. Aika insisted they watch Frozen 2, even though they had watched it multiple times before, Yuji didn't mind.

"Hey Yuji, are you sure Suki has a crush on my mom?" Aika asked curiously. "Yeah, why?" Yuji questioned. The two of them were always plotting something to get the to them to date. "I think we should get Suki to sing for my mom, like how Christoph sings for Anna."

Yuji wouldn't stop laughing.

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danihow · 8 months

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Love hurts

Han Seojun x producer!Reader True Beauty

Summary: Falling in love with someone who doesn´'t loves you suck, but it sucks more watching them hurt.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: unrequited love, han seojun is in love with jukyung, bad written, not proofread, angst.

A/N: i needed to do this to get this man out of my mind, my god why is he so perfect and so unreal.

You never thought love could hurt, not when it was such a beautiful feeling.

Working as a producer has been your dream all high school, being scouted by a Move Entertainment agent as a freshly graduated person was probably the biggest blessing you've ever received in the last 5 years.

You still remember your first day at the company as an apprentice of the bigger producers, sitting at the back of their studio in the couch and watching them come up with ideas, lead the idols and modifying simple sound onto a whole ass song.

Your heart felt so full of emotions that day you swore you could've cried from happiness even thought you were mistreated by other staff, you remember vividly how your face hurt from smiling on the way home.

Your shoes clacking against the tiled floor echoed through the empty halls of the huge building, it still amuses you to this day the was the floor never seemed to get dirty, always reflecting as if it was a mirror.

However, even if you could spot everything on the floor you still missed the person you were walking into, your head colliding against his tall back, startling out of your mind.

"Yah!" A man's voice flooded your ears before your eyes looked up to who you have crashed into, locking with brown foxlike eyes. "How do you manage to bump into the only other person in the floor?" He says, looking into you intently.

He was the prettiest man you've ever met, and even that was an understatement. The way his eyes complemented the rest of his face, his dark hair in a mullet giving him a mysterious and cool vibe that was just highlighted by his all-black outfit. It was probably the most memorable thing about that day.

"I'm sorry." You mutter, bowing a bit and smiling apologetically.

"It's okay, just look where you're going." He tells you in something between a reprimand and some advice, between polite and cocky. "You're a producer?" He asks, more for him than for you as he spots your producer badge hanging from your neck.

"Oh, yeah, I started today. I'm L/N Y/N." You smile politely at him, who nodded and gave you a weird smile back.

"Nice to meet you L/N Y/N, name's Han Seojun." He said before he continued walking, a small greeting bow before looking away. "Have a good night."

As the weeks rolled by you learnt from your superior that Han Seojun has a new trainee and was already relatively famous as it was too. Your encounter with the boy becoming more and more frequent the more he started practicing and the more you advanced as a producer. The two of you becoming close work friends rather quickly.

As the months turned into years and the level of comfort grew between the two of you the more your feeling for him surpassed the limit of friends, his laugh enticing a newfound warmth in your chest anytime you heard it, his eyes appearing in your daydreaming more and more often. Everything about him changing in your eyes to something else. Nonetheless, as your feeling for him grew with your friendship so did the secrets you knew from each other.

Even though you like him a lot you knew very well how much he liked Lim Jukyung, and you couldn't get mad at it, she has been in his live for far longer than you and is just and angel to be around; if anything you would've fallen in love with her too if you were Seojun.

"Y/Nie, you have done more than enough with those tracks, go home." Your superior mentioned as he walked in the studio, passing you a bottle of water and sitting by your side.

"Something is missing..." you mutter, your back aching from sitting in the same chair for so many consecutive hours, mouse scrolling through the track in the monitor for the nth time in the past half hour.

"You can review it tomorrow, go and rest." He said once again, pulling you away from the computer, your hands stretching as far as they could to keep on working until you were out of reach. His hand grabbing the mouse and saving the track. "Go." His voice was stern but with a hint of fondness, a soft smile on his face as you oblige.

Grabbing you bag and saying your goodbyes you walked out of the studio, opting for using the stairs as your exercise for the day. Eight flight of stairs you were kind of regretting your choice, but you were no quitter, so you kept going. "God my back's killing me." You whisper for yourself as your rub your neck tiredly, putting your coat on until a sound picked up your attention.

Instantly your mind went back to that one-time Jukyung playfully told you she heard from her sister that there was a ghost around the building, seemingly having been haunted herself a few times. "Aigoo..." You mutter, freezing in place as your ears try to pick up the sound again; a few seconds pass and you hear it again, however it seemed to be a sob.

Concerned and a bit less scared you kept on walking down, careful to not disturb whoever it was that cried silently. A few floors down you were met with the figure of a man, sat down in the stairs as his body shook painfully as he cried, his soft sobs flooding your ears and you wished to all the heavens above you were mistaking the silhouette with someone else.

Please, don't be him.

You took a few steps down, the closer you got the clearer he became before your tired eyes. "Seojun?" You asked in a whisper, close enough to crouch down and place your hand on his shoulder.

It shouldn't hurt so much to see the way he flinched at both your voice and your touch, his hand flying to push yours off as his face refused to turn towards you.

With a sigh you sat down beside him, not a word leaving your mouth as you looked ahead of you, giving him the time to do whatever he wanted with his appearance before you looked at him, letting him know you are not forcing anything out of him but instead offering him your company.

A few seconds passed by, maybe a whole minute before he kept on crying, hand trying so hard to muffle his voice as his tears never stopped flowing down his cheeks. Slowly you turned to look at him, taking the time to take in his appearance before sighing again. It hurt a lot to see him so broken.

"It's okay to cry it out, don't silence yourself." You whispered softly, hand slowly reaching for his and taking it off his mouth, a sob immediately following after. "I can leave if you want me to." You said, giving him a few seconds to react, taking his silence and lack of eye contact as a sign and stood up.

"Wait.... don't go," he said in a choked voice, hand flying to grab your wrist, eyes finally looking up at you between his tears. "Please."

"You don't have to ask me twice." You say, a soft and sad smile on your face as your crouched down in front of him between his knees, hands resting now on top of his cheeks and brushing away his tears. "You wanna talk about it or just exist for a while?"

Your tone was so sweet and full of patience he just felt like crying again, sniffing he kept silent, eyes roaming through your face and not once finding your company insincere. "I let her go." He whispers back, his eyes appearing as an open book for you to read, his mouth pouting and his eyes tearing again. "It hurts."

"I know it hurts, and it hurt to love her too, didn't it?" You ask, brushing a few stray hairs off his face and behind his ears, a mannerism you took upon on as his hair grew between haircuts. "I'm so sorry."

"Why does it hurt so much?" He said while desperately looking into your eyes for an explanation, his own hand clutching his chest as if trying to take his heart out. "Why do I had to love her out of everyone?"

He sounded so broken, so exhausted of his feelings it made you teary too, a burning sensation starting at your throat threatening to choke your upcoming words.

"You don't choose who to love, just how she didn't choose not to love you." You mutter, blinking away the stinging in your eyes. "It's part of life as much as it sucks." You whisper, shuffling in your feet that hurt from crouching for so long. "Love hurts, it's dumb how much loving can hurt when it's such a beautiful feeling, huh?" You can't help but chuckle at your own words, how ironic.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles after a while, his hands brushing off the last of his tears as he has now calmed down a lot more, you still crouching in front of him, never once taking your attention away.

"Don't apologize for being human." With a smile your hands sneak up to grab his and stand up, pulling him with you. "Come on, let's go and get some air. away from this creepy stairway." With one of your hands you clean his face of, not wanting anyone to see he was crying as your other hand never loosens around his.

As you walked down the stairs with him trailing behind you Seojun couldn't help but notice how secure your hand held his and how your presence soothes him, a small grateful smile on his face.

"Thank you, Y/N." He mutters as you drag him along, not once yapping or complaining of this ruining his tough image as he would've done every other day.

"That's what friends are for." You smile at him over your shoulder, because even if Han Seojun doesn't love you back, love hurts and it's part of life.

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