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ficclings · 9 months

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Lost ~ Chapter Four

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Taglist: if you would like to be tagged or I forgot to tag you, let me know! @laymegentlytorest @im-sinking-in-mud @hydroyaksha @hehe-24-hehe @neohyxn

The feeling of fingers gently petting her ears was a lovely feeling and she stretched out her limbs, fingers itching to grab onto Felix for a cuddle before she suddenly froze at the smell of rotting to the right of her.

Right, still with Lee Know she pushed away her slight disappointment and opened her eyes to see Lee Know smiling cautiously at her, hands moving away from her ears and quickly pushed a couple of cereal bars towards her.

“Eat up, Spots,” he stretched his arms and then proceeded to stretch out his legs, groaning as he did so.

“Have you left this building at all?”

Lee Know met her eyes for a few seconds before turning so he could try and stretch out his arms a bit more.

“No need to when I have everything here,” he explained, closing his eyes as he felt his muscles stretch making her extremely flustered for a second and she looked to the floor, “it’s why I’m stretching,” he added.

She nodded in response, too embarrassed to look up as she chowed down on a chocolate cereal bar; smiling at the sugar she was having after not having some for a while.

Once the two of them had gotten their things together, an air of nervousness washed over them, and a small look of comfort was shared between them as they made their way towards the window, she had smashed her way through.

“Be careful, I didn’t smash the window in a delicate manner,” she explained as she effortlessly slipped out, pausing as she immediately had the smell of blood enter her nose and she turned to see Lee Know holding his hand.

“It’s just a small cut, I’m good,” he assured her and waved his sore hand in the air, where she promptly grabbed his hand and licked over his cut making him yelp and jump backwards with a considerably redder face.

“I’m part Dog,” she pointed out as if it were obvious, “though normal dogs have a lot of bacteria, I don’t,” she showed her fanged teeth proudly, “hybrids have extra....things to them and dog hybrids can actually clean wounds....unlike full dogs,” she smiled when Lee Know nodded silently as she was pretty sure he was now the flustered one.

“I thought that was common knowledge, sorry,” she bowed a little as she apologised and Lee Know quickly snapped out of his daze.

“I was just caught off guard,” he mumbled and motioned for them to keep walking as he eyed the small group of zombies still pottering about the place.

As Lee Know looked around, he felt very small all of a sudden when he saw how fast the area had gone to ruin while he had been hunkered down in the office building.

He shifted his eyes to his new friend who was on high alert as she scanned and sniffed the area, both for danger and her lost friend. He was saddened that she seemed used to this situation, used to the way things looked outside.

“I can smell the road we were on,” she exclaimed and Lee Know smirked in amusement when she stood on her tip toes to try and sniff the air better over the stench of the dead walking around.

“Well, that means we’re close to your home, right?” Lee Know saw her nod in confirmation and they picked up their pace as they neared the shattered pharmacy that Felix had gone into.

She gasped at the sight of the doorway to the pharmacy, three freshly executed zombies were blocking the entrance; one of the zombies had been cut in half, the rotten flesh ripping as its own spinal cord was too heavy.

“Are any of them your friend?” Lee Know asked with a worried tone as he tried to read the hybrid’s face, her eyes still glued on the bodies before them.

“No,” she moved closer, trying not to be sick as she took smaller sniffs to try and pick up Felix’s scent, “he was here; he was the one who killed these guys,” she suddenly hurled backwards and cupped her hand to her mouth as she tried to stop herself from being sick, the oversensitivity of her nose really was becoming her worst enemy during this apocalypse.

“Spots?” she felt his hand gently press against her back, “I know it sucks that you can smell them more, but we need to move,” he gave her a small smile when she looked up at him with a pale face, mouth still blocked by her hands and her ears pushed back on her head in distress.

“C’mon, show me the way or y’know,” he twirled his bat in his hand, “we could always stand around and get eaten,”

She could sense that he was nervous being outside of the office building and she knew he was putting on a bit of a front, but she just wanted to get both her breathing and stomach settled before walking, one hundred percent certain she would be sick if she started moving.

Lee Know chewed the inside of his cheek and he looked around and over his shoulder, eyes widening as he could see zombies throwing themselves into other zombies in the distance, screaming like banshees as their fingernails became dirtied with one another’s grey flesh.

His hold on his bat got tighter as nearer screams started to echo around some of the buildings close to them; his heart beating frantically in his chest as he longed to be back in his almost-safe building where he could snack and drink without being on the menu himself.

“I need,” she stopped to try and breathe clearer, forcing herself away from the doorway to lessen the smell, “I’m...please look away from me,” she could feel her anxiety getting the better of her again and once Lee Know quickly turned away from her, she was sick once again and the only though that jumped to her mind was that the cereal bar was now wasted.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she whispered looking to the floor once she had finished, cringing as she wiped her mouth on her sleeve, other hand waving her baton in distress, “t-this way,” she couldn’t meet his gaze when he turned back around, bat held in an attack form just in case and she moved forwards in silence as she tried to fight off the utter dread she was feeling as she wondered how weak Lee Know thought she was.

If Lee Know could pick up on her distress, she was glad he had the foresight to keep quiet about it whilst she tried to get focused again.

You’re outside you fucking moron! Focus! Both of you could die if you don’t focus! She nodded at her own thoughts and opened her eyes, a deep breath following.

“It’s going to piss down,” Lee Know informed her as the skies above them grew black in colour, “piss down and storm, aren’t we the lucky ones?” he commented sarcastically, feeling the tension leave the hybrid as she laughed at his sarcasm.

“Rain gets rid of the smell,” she pointed out, “so it’s a blessing to me,” she giggled quietly at the less than enthused expression on Lee Knows face.

Thunder rumbled through the area, but it sounded far away, she tried to concentrate on her hearing, but she couldn’t block out the sudden screaming from the zombies as they reacted to the noise of the storm brewing.

It didn’t take that much longer for the two of them to finally reach the apartments; after throwing themselves into alleyways to hide as groups moved passed them several times, they were just relieved to see the doors.

“Wait,” she froze at the sight of fresh blood across the handles of the doors, and it didn’t help that she could smell that Felix had been here not long ago.

“What’s the mat-wait!” Lee Know yelled as she suddenly took off in a blind panic, ripping the door open after fumbling with the button for a second, the door slamming against the wall of the building and cracking the glass.

“I’m sorry!” she cried out, tripping over her own feet as she climbed the stairs, knees now bruised and cut.

She was almost hyperventilating when she reached her floor, hands now frantically grabbing at her jean pockets to find her key.

She could faintly hear Lee Know shouting after her as he chased his way upwards.

Unlocking the door, she burst into the apartment, tears brimming as she looked around for her friend.

“FELIX?!” she was aware of how hysterical she sounded but she couldn’t stop her sheer panic at the thought of losing somebody who was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

It was then that she was suddenly grabbed from behind, sending her into another panic as she spun around with her baton held ready to strike; she then froze upon coming face to face with Felix’s large eyes shimmering at her with his own tears spilling down his face in relief.

“You’re safe!” she whimpered making him nod and she threw her arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder, “I-I saw the blood on the door and I could still smell you and I thought...I thought!” she wailed as she started to realise just how scared she had been; though her tail was now endlessly wagging.

“I thought you were dead,” Felix’s deep voice broke in the middle of his sentence as he gently her the sides of her face, “I tried to find you, but I just couldn’t get passed, I was chased back home,” he chewed his bottom lip, “I cut myself falling arse over head,” he pointed out with a small chuckle, watery smile on his lips, “that was the blood,” he waved his scratched up legs to her and it was then that she took in his state.

He was currently in just a shirt and shorts, plasters all over his legs.

“Me too,” she lifted her jeans legs to show her dark bruises, “we’re a mess,”

“And you’re soaking,” he added with a laugh as she really did look so defeated with her clothes soaked through.

“Why did you run off like that?!” she jumped at the sound of Lee Know’s voice as he reached the doorway, clearly out of breath from all the running he’d done.

“I-I’m sorry, I was worried,” she explained and gestured to a suddenly silent Felix who was staring at Lee Know with an almost disbelieving look on his face; as if he was seeing an illusion.

“Hyung?” Felix whispered with a voice that made him sound much younger than he was, “holy shit,” his face scrunched up as he broke down in tears once again, pulling the older man into his arms and burying himself in his chest, hands grasping the fabric of Lee Know’s office shirt.

“Yongbok,” Lee Know’s voice was shaky as he held Felix tightly, his eyes squinting as if he was trying to stop himself from joining the younger in his crying.

“Hyung,”

Lee Know looked over his shoulder at his new friend who was currently closing the door, locking it before she turned back to him with a thoroughly confused look on her face.

“You should have said you were looking for Felix,” Lee Know felt a lump in his throat when Felix whimpered against his chest.

“What the hell is going on?” she asked with an adorable tilt of her head, nose and cheek bright red from all the crying she was still doing.

“This is Minho Hyung,” Felix murmured finally pulling away and holding out his hand to her so he could have both close to him, “you found him,” he smiled warmly when her hand linked with his.

“Minho?” she looked to Lee Know.

“Lee Know is a nickname,” he explained with a shrug, “just used to introducing myself like that,”

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blimpintime · 11 months

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Morale Boost Part 2- Stargazing

“Dynamite” F!Reader x Jake “Hangman” Seresin

18+ minors please do not interact :)

Series with @imdoingmybest0, go check out the Bob x F!Reader story they’re writing, our stories are intertwined :) !!!!

The group ended up leaving shortly after their tour had ended and yet I couldn’t seem to get the blazing green eyes of the cocky pilot out of my head. Making my way towards the back office now that the work day was coming to a close, I see Sweetie muttering to herself in the break room but decide to give her a moment. Plus if there’s one thing on my mind and it’s the iced cold sweet tea on my desk. Practically chugging the drink after my day of running around I step back out into the breakroom and see Sweetie face down on a table, groaning nonsense into the air.

“What’s your deal Sweets?” I ask her with a gentle tone. She goes on to tell me about her nerves about going on a date with one of the Pilots from the private tour who had asked her out, Bob she said was his name. I offer up my support and tell her if needs anything I’m here. With that I start to head out for the day, packing up my tote bag that carries my personal items such as my headphones, laptop, wallet, etc. Forgetting that my day literally started off as Hell I realize it’s a long walk to my car than normal but since the museum is near a Navy Base it’s not the worst area. So, I pop on my headphones and play some rock music and start my trek to my car.

Patting the black dress slacks I have on to the rhythm of the music I listen to, I’m feeling the nice warm breeze and appreciating the weather is cooling off now that the sun has started to set. I pay attention to the beauty in the mundane of the neighboring buildings and the museum, I decide to take a picture of the sunset and send it to my sister who lives farther away from me than I’m happy with. Within minutes I’m receiving a call from her.

Between placing my headphones back into my bag and answering the phone, I am almost at my car.

“Sup slut.” She says as soon as I answer, “Hey hooker.” I retort with a laugh. We talk for my entire drive home about everything and anything. “I’m pulling up to my house right now, I’ll call you later this week. Love ya.” She responds and then hangs up. When I look down at my phone I notice a text from an unknown number, I’m assuming that’s Jake, and my thoughts are confirmed when I read what he wrote.

(***)***-****: Hon, it’s me, Jake ;)

I quickly change his name to Dollface and respond.

Dynamite: and?

Dollface: You wound me…

Dollface: u busy?

Dynamite: Im not looking for a hookup Jake.

Dollface: You’re more than that to me babe.

Dollface: Let’s go stargazing on the beach.

Dynamite: I literally don’t know you. I feel like I should be more concerned than I am.

Dollface: Promise I’ll be on my best behavior hon.

Dynamite: It’s getting to be dark…

Dollface: Duhhh that’s how we’ll see the stars.

Dollface: I’ll pick u up?

Dynamite: hmm…

Dynamite: Sure. you kill me tho, i’ll be pissed.

Dollface: couldn’t dream about hurting u darlin’.

We exchange addresses and I look up from my phone and notice my cheeks getting warm and noticed a smile grazing my lips. I quickly get up to change out of my work clothes into something a little more beach friendly and comfortable. Zipping up a light gray jacket and throwing on some basketball shorts, I hear a buzz from my phone and read the text that says “im here :)”.

I grab a throw blanket off my couch and slip my shoes on, lock the door behind me, and head towards his car… which is a convertible. That’s so hot. Way more than it should be, to be honest.

Jake gets out of the sage green car and opens the door for me, “Sexy car and a sexy man? What did I do to deserve such treatment?” I say flashing a grin at him as he got back into the car. He lets out a breath and smiles while he puts the car in reverse. “Exist,” he responded while putting his arm on the back of my seat to back the car out of its parking spot. I catch a motion of his smell, and it’s delightful. It smells like green apple and a hint of sandalwood, but not too much of either, it is subtle enough that he just smells fresh.

I want to bury my face in his neck. I try to catch myself staring at him before he does, but my efforts were futile. As he finished reversing the car he paused for a second before he switched gears and just stared at me with a soft smile. “You’re staring.” I say quietly, “So are you,” he responds just as gently. We are already so close it would be so easy just to lean in and kiss him. But I don’t, as much as I want to. I don’t. Instead, I lean back into my seat and grab his hand to hold on the way to the beach.

On the way to the beach, the drive was filled with comfortable conversation. I found out he has two sisters; one older and one younger. He found out I had one younger sister. His favorite color is forest green and mine is light pink. But I find myself starting to favor a bright green color as well. When we arrive at the beach I realize that we don’t really need the blanket unless we get cold, since Jake’s car has a detachable roof.

Jake gets out of the car and opens the trunk and grabs a mini cooler. When he sits back down in the car I just look at him in slight awe.

“You packed us a picnic?” I asked while feeling warm inside. “Well yeah, pretty much after the tour I went home and packed this and hoped you would say yes.” He said looking at me softly. Where did this man come from? And why does this feel slightly too good to be true?

“What would you have done if I said no?” I questioned, “I don’t want to think about that.” He responded. He glanced at me and then looked down at the cooler and started to pull drinks out of it, “Listen, I know we just met today but there is a flare about you that I just can’t seem to let go of quite yet,” He paused and handed me the can of soda he opened for me, “Forgive me for being so forward but in life there is no time to waste. I want to date you.” He finished with a slight drawl to his final words. “Now I’m not asking you to be my girlfriend yet. Heavy on the yet. But I am interested in you and want to get to know you.”

I take a sip of my soda and then look back at him, “Jake, I think I would really enjoy that.” He smiled a heartwarming smile at me and it’s moments like this that are hard for me to describe in words but there is something about this man that just makes me want to run into a sunset with him. “Okay Dollface, teach me about the stars,” I say. “Oh babe, I’m about to rock your world with my astrology knowledge.” He responds and I can’t help but laugh at him.

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Further into the date and it’s reaching to be fairly late in the night and we’ve moved from the car to laying on the beach on the blanket. I try to hold in a yawn listening to Jake talk. “Ouch, I’m boring ya that much?” He says while pulling me closer to him, “No sorry Doll, has anyone told you before that your voice is super soothing?” I asked him with a tired tone to my voice. He just pulls me even tighter to him tucking my head underneath his neck and holding me to his chest. God I could stay like this forever. He’s so comforting and warm.

“Hon, you say things like that and it’s hard for me not to propose to ya.” He said, “You’ve already proposed once Doll, what’s a second time?” I murmur into his body. “No, the next time I ask you to marry me will be for real.” He responded softly. I look up at him and slightly pull away. “Jake,” I say as I look at his face that’s slightly illuminated by the moon reflecting off the ocean, I stare at his eyes and then take a glance down at his lips. He does the same.

“I’m sorry was that too corny?” He asked with a slight chuckle. “I kinda liked it.” I respond, “I like that you’re so confident in the fact that it’s me you see your future with. It’s actually really attractive.” He responds with a look in his eyes one that makes my heart beat quickly “Babe I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.” With that being said I grab the back of his neck and pull him in to kiss me.

He quickly grabs my waist and I move to straddle him. I pull slightly on his hair and a small noise comes out of him. He pulls me even closer to him and I can feel both of our growing excitement as the makeout continues. I slightly grind down on him and hear him let out another noise of enjoyment. He flips us over to make it where I am underneath him and he is now borderline laying on top of me. He starts kissing my neck and I can’t help but let a moan fall between my lips. “Jake, fuck.” He laughs, “I know baby, I know.” He kisses me again and gently pulls the zipper down from my jacket to make for easier access. He trails his lips down my neck and reaches in between my breasts. “Can I?” he asks as he looks up with his face nearly buried between my boobs. “Oh my god please,” I beg. He lets out a groan with my words and pulls my bra straps down just enough to allow access to them and gently takes a nipple in his mouth. “Oh fuck.” I moan out and push his head closer to my chest. He lets go of my nipple with a wet pop and looks at my face which is in complete awe of this man in front of me.

“We weren’t supposed to be going this far.” He says to me out of breath as he readjusts my bra and jacket for me, “I know. But does that make me a hypocrite if I want to take you home with me?” I ask. Referring to my text from earlier. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to Jake. But I am offering you to stay the night if you’d like.”

He leans up to kiss me and leaves a soft warm kiss on my lips and I gently kiss him back awaiting his answer. “Baby I would love to stay the night but I need to know you really want this. Because once I have you I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

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A/N: heyyyyyy I hope y'all like part 2 heheh

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin #Jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #hangman x reader smut #hangman smut #hangman fluff #hangman #hangman imagine #top gun fanfiction #top gun fandom #top gun imagine #top gun au #top gun angst #hangman angst

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samijami · 3 months

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I'm in deep shit and everything i own might be looked through by CPS so i need to log out of my side emails for a bit and shit and omfg why did life do this to me

That night I got high, my friend decided to tell the office 'one of her friends' (who they guessed was me) said a various amount of things in snap messages, which she read most of them out loud and played the audio from that video of my parents arguing

She said she didn't intend for it to go too far, and that she only wanted them to get a gist of what was happening and not guess who it was (just incase they did need to step in or if I actually really badly hurt or killed myself). But they called me in for the counselor, and now CPS is involved since my friend read one of our messages where i said i didn't feel safe in my home

So CPS came to my house today after telling me they would at my school, and now they're coming here AGAIN later to LOOK THROUGH MY ROOM AND EVEN MY DEVICES TO SEE SHIT ON MY SOCIALS AND IF I POSE A DANGER TO MYSELF

they all know i lied to my parents and said that the person who reported me reported a couple other people, and were trying to start drama. Idk if the principal knows all of this but I'm gonna try to lie to him because:

My father called the school to know who called CPS and the principal told him i had a trans bf, and that i said i was in the LGBTQ

THE PRINCIPAL OUTED ME FFS I WAS AVOIDING THIS ALL YEAR

HE HAS NO FUCKING RIGHT TO OUT ME HE HAS NO FUCKING RIGHT

CPS is coming back and idk when, but i have a plan and it's my only hope..it's such a small hope and the chances of it working need a fucking miracle, but if this doesn't work? I will literally kill myself. If CPS doesn't take me away at that point, life would be miserable. My father is convinced that I'm only wanting to attend that vocational school next year because my 'sick girlfriend' is going and I want to be with 'her'. So if he gets in, then my father said that I can't attend it. He literally told me to go and tell my bf to call off attending the vocational school and if he doesn't, then he'd be ruining my dreams of a career

MY FATHER IS GOING TO RUIN MY WHOLE FUCKING FUTURE IF SOME TRANS GUY GETS INTO THE SCHOOL I WANT TO ATTEND AND HES TRYING TO MAKE ME BLAME HIM

TO. HIS. FACE.

But thankfully, my little inkling of hope has appeared and I might be able to cover this all up. But, after all of this, me and my bf will have to hide in public, and I won't be able to be out at school at all.

I'm not going through my plan here, I'm just telling you guys your part. I need this or else my life is on the line. Quite literally, it's fucking scary.

First, I'm logging out of all of my secrets Gmails, and making a new Tumblr account. I need the people who I'm writing stories with to make alt accounts (@oatsynalliums and @technicolor-chocolate) that pretend to be either indiscrete or just blatantly not LGBTQ, and pretend like we've been talking about our stories for a while in our messages

Second, never ever interact with any accounts that might link back to my main, or yours. And try to avoid LGBTQ content so that it won't pop up on my dashboard due to you interacting with it

Three, someone TRUSTWORTHY keep track of my Gmail passwords and write them down to tell me later so that they won't get found on anything I own, so I can log back into them later

Four, someone who's smart and knows a lot about the internet and how sites work, answer me some questions in messages

This is DIRE. I could DIE. I am begging you guys to go alon with this part of the plan, and don't question anything since I am scrambling like crazy to put this whole thing into motion I EVEN INTERRUPTED MY FRIEND IN THE MIDDLE OF HER JOB TO CALL HER ON SNAP AND SHE NEEDED TO GET AN EXCUSE FROM HER MANAGER SO I CAN TALK TO HER CUZ ITS THIS URGENT I COULDNT EVEN WAIT UNTIL SHE WAS OFF OF WORK

PLEASE FUCKING HELP IM BEGGING YOU PLEASE

#tw caps #tw child abuse

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candyredmusings · 1 year

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“Another One Of Those ‘Things My Discord Said’ Sentence Starters.

Things taken from DMs and a few group chats from Discord. CW: NSFT Change / Edit as necessary !

i am literally tom cruise

cum is cool.

[NAME] is fucked up cus he is straight man

[NAME] show me your fuckin tits

[NAME], you better not be standing catatonic in your room wearing your handmade jigsaw robe again.

its like they creampied me but instead of cum it was new music

like what about my pussy-area makes u think sea cucumber

the mind is weak. but the body is funky

so im reading that fanfic where 1d like, buys your soul or whatever and im shook

well tom servo is a sex god

and then i freaked it

FUCK YOU APPLE JACK FUCK

ILL SLURP WITH YOU

LEMME SHOW U DICK

ITS A SIDE QUEST YOU SILLY BITCH

I’m a zombie the law can’t stop me

LEAVE YOUR GOLDEN UNCRUSTABLES OUT OF MY HOME I WILL NOT FALL VICTIM TO THY TRICKERY

you, telling me to ignore a twink with side swept brown hair? foolish.

Hes so hot i briefly started texting like a straight person

and because I’m god and I’ve decided that. No. In fact. I’m not done.

MY DUMB BOTTOM BRAIN FOLLOWS COMMANDS TOO WELL

[NAME], I know you love bloopy reggae jams. Now is not the time

OH THATS WHAT I THOUGHT YOUD SAY YOU STUPID ACCIDENTAL HIMBO DEMON

man i rlly am attracted to paul mccartney.

its not that kennedy was gay af sleeping w jackies fat ass out, he just has a better one-

jealous of my massive honkeers

YOU BRAINCELLED BITCH

this forced open my third eye and i saw the devil--

oh me seeming romantically interested in u is making u uncomfortable?? noted

the only pussy this party city shake out wig looking mother fucker is getting

[NAME] expose your teeth right fucking now

IN THE DEPARTMENT OF OLD MAN FUCKING, WEVE GOT YOU BEAT

What if we kissed while one of us got called racist and we are both boys

i just jacked it to minecraft piss porn

I will pop a huge tentacle boner

i hate females fr fr

we left u to die to play minecraft

IM GONNA FRICKLE-FRACK YOUR WIFE

CAN I KARATE CHOP IT LIKE IN SPONGEBOB

DWIGHT FROM THE OFFICE IS NOT MY SKRUNKLY

she would never ever take away one of these stupid fucking hats

My brother in Christ you’re being haunted

i want to wring you like a wet towel and slap u against a wall

Yeah you'll come to learn I just have a thing for milk

Piss ur pants harder pls I wanna watch

I'm gonna corn on the kill myself

good morning to parappa and his stans. everyone else..... hi ig

lol look at this clown with no slurs

God has abandoned his children but unfortunately for you I pay child support and I will smite thee.

this is how I reveal myself to be homophobic

I have no sluts

idk what it is abt it but boba makes me become like an actual whore

im homophobic suddenly

he was like ‘You're so big”.... and i just started crying

anyones penis can be hard hes not special

for the love of god please help me

i can talk about piss for hours

im sorry i havent recognized mickey mouse clubhouse ost as the cultural landmark that it is

I ASKED IF WE WOULD RP AFTER FUCKING BIBLE STUDY OR WHATEVER

the benefits of being a yandere is that i dont have to forgive OR forget and I am a living breathing PVP zone so Fuck with me white boy.

When toxic by ashnikko comes on I enter the gaslight gatekeep phases of my girlbosshood

im like a child in line for the newest fucked up disney ride

[NAME] is just all fucking Sorts of fucked up

im clownfaking

why are we here? to suffer? every other day i get messages from a whore

always thinking abt when my friend called me a "white boy whore"

you gotta PUMP the errand girl with cocaine

im beyond shame bc i love all cock try again

people have fetishes.

They really do crucify anyone these days huh

u may have never hungered for cock but you have hungered for a sub sandwich and honestly? theyre basically the same thing-

hi im drawing hentai

[NAME] idk why but that really. makes me want to stab you

“Don't have sex FOMO, [NAME], no! “

“TRY AND NUKE THIS, BITCH.”

“There's a group of golden skeletons behind you hitting the griddy “

“GRANDPA’S ASHES SUCKED MY COCK AND TOOK ME TO ARBYS.”

“You’re lanky with no gender and silly goofy with the rizz it works.”

“You can’t just tell me I could be a Tumblr sexy man to my face at 4:30 PM.”

"I have strong opinions about the soviet union"

“CALL THAT PUSSY THE MATRIX CAUSE IM IN THIS BITCH AND I CANT GET OUT “

“dont cry. 8000 types of reptiles on the planet, okay?”

[NAME] lives his life like he’s an RPG character but picks only the rude dialogue options.”

“I need to beat off to this before God destroys California.”

"No amount of pussy could get me on a rollercoaster with three loops"

"I love your senior citizen pussy"

"Gerber is pretty reliable .. I mean .. The Gerber baby didn't die .... did it?"

“you are white i assume”

"I hate you terrorist, and you may quote me on that"

"I love watching you play minecraft. It's like watching a baby fawn."

"I've never seen old men who fuck harder."

"i don't need him to KILL i need him to FUCK ME"

"well maybe if you just dicked down your wife she wouldn't have gone on a murderous slut rampage"

"why cant these BIG titty bimbos stop HANGING around me"

#txt #rp meme #rp memes #roleplay memes #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #ask prompts #inbox memes #inbox prompts #dj khaled voice: anotha one #candyredtext

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thegongoozlerreacts · 5 months

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Dead Plate (Part 2)

OK so its been a month since the last time ive played Dead Plate and uhh oops!! my bad !!

in my defense life has gotten very busy for me especially since its the holidays but now i finally have the time to finish this game and get at least one ending!! (hopefully)

spoilers under the cut

back to day 5 where i struggled so incredibly hard

the amount of times ive played through day 4's nightmare sequence is killing me

bro. how do i pass this level without losing a customer

NOOO I WAS SO CLOSE WHYYY. PLEASE. literally i was doing so well but i took too long for the 4 table orders ugh <//3

i wish you could see like, a patience meter for the customers or something

maybe i should try using the item that slows down how impatient they get

YESSS FINALLY!!! I DID IT I FINALLY DID IT!!

what is that weird squelching sound.

still here even though the shift is over and the sounds i am hearing are concerning to say the least

what if... i just leave ok i cant leave

boss's office? also i just noticed the timer ticking down uhh

can i just leave please why is the timer ticking down wtf do i do???

also lots of interesting things in that office

was the review on the waiter about Rody? if so ouch man thats harsh

NOOOOO OH MY GOD...... I ACCIDENTALLY QUIT I HAVE TO DO DAY 5 ALL OVER AGAIN ARE YOU KIDDING ME

ok well. at least now i know my key to success is the cologne

ok so Rody had an interesting reaction to the crumpled up picture of Vince and a woman so maybe he knows who she is? is this the 'her' that you can sorta not really call on the telephone??? or is he just surprised to find love letters in the trash

anyways its telling me the sounds are coming from the freezer but idk where to go from here

LMAO the sound signalling the end of the day jumpscared me askhjdakj

at least the food looks tasty

what was that whole thing about tho? what was going on in the freezer??

back home, looked out the window and i noticed you can see someone's silhouette in the background windows

i dont know if that was always there and i just missed it but very interesting

FINALLY a new nightmare

bro he was in an oven?? why ?? damn Rody's nightmares are like really creepy akladjalks

another day another dollar

damn. im gonna struggle once again because there is a LOT of customers and like i am just sooo. ksfdjslkdj whatevr kakayanin !! lets go guys

my hands are so sweaty akladh

another successful day and another tasty dish ....my fingers hurt LMAO

looked out the window and yep alright the person's silhouette isnt always there

huh. interesting nightmare it was Vince eating him and like damn that actually scared me lskjd

shorter than previous nightmares

well onto day 7 another day another dollar

lets go!! i am winning!!! only had to retry once this day!!

BROSKI JUST QUIT?!?!?

ohhh so the woman is named Manon

aww i feel so bad for this guy :(( the girl isnt picking up i wonder why tho? like does she just not like him anymore and he just needs to give up on her or is it cuz of smth w Vince (shes probably the girl from the crumpled photo in the trash right?)

damn the phone just ringing while the credits are playing

ouch :((

alright then time to get the other endings!! to do this i will be following the ending guide bc my brain is not big enough to figure it out by myself lmao

ive opened up the official ending guide and oho? you can actually get a phone call from Manon? cool i will try that out first

restarting all the way to day 1 bc i miss how easy it was

yk an interesting thing that was introduced in the tutorial that i havent experienced yet is the customers asking questions

oh hey!! i kept the stuff that i purchased in my previous run?? really?? awesomeee

ooh hey!! i kept the dishes from previous runs too!! cool

ok its day 3 now and i have to take out the trash to activate the cutscene

ok went through that whole baffling ordeal of getting slapped

also!! i chatted with Vince on day 3 and like. idk their chats are just funny to me

also like there might be something wrong with me but i am lowkey shipping Rody and Vincent together kadjlksd this is something that happened in Elevator Hitch where i started lowkey shipping the two main characters oopsies

anyways!! moving swiftly onwards!!

um. my guy disappeared after i checked the fridge

oh shit new cutscene

BRO ??? UM ????? well that was scary uhh. damn

oh the boss isnt in the kitchen anymore wait i didnt get to do all the dialogue options that are needed!! no!! does this mean i need to redo this whole day in order to get the phone call event???

better safe than sorry i guess

ok so interestingly when Rody asked Vince if he liked his job, he didnt answer the question he just changed the subject and made fun of Rody LOL

the 'can you give me a raise' question gives some more details on Manon and what Rody thinks of her (he is a grade A simp bro)

the 'are you single' question is interesting to me just bc Rody the simp has issues w Vince being like 'meh' on romance and tbh im with Vince on romance not being the end-all-be-all

THAT IS DEFINITELY NOT A STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE

IS IT CUZ I FED THE RAT CHEESE INSTEAD OF SCARING IT AWAY OR SMTH???

EW ITS IN THE FRIDGE AND THE REAL ONE I HAD BEFORE IS GONE NOOOOOOO

Vince: I haven't got any sense of taste. Rody: Yeah I could see the decorations out there-

LMFAOOO RODYYY

bro now i am sad that i missed out on these gold interactions between them on my first run this is so funny

also they both didnt really have any proper answers for what their favorite food is Vince was like 'eh i dont have any since i cant taste stuff idk lemons or smth' while Rody was like 'i just like whatever my girlfriend likes'

very interesting how Rody is like obsessed(?) with Manon

then when asking Vince what he's reading, he just straight-up lies about what the reviews are saying about Rody lmfaoooo

anyways now for the creepy night restaurant segment and going back in Vince's office to check out the possible Manon love letters in the trash

i just realized the croque madames are like. rotten cuz they have flies flying around it which ew! yuck! why is it like that

well. nothing i can do about it so next day i guess!! oh hey wait i can now afford the matches which i will be needing for ending 3! nice

OK NOW I HAVE REACHED THE PHONE CALL

damn ok so its not Manon but its Vince inviting Rody to a dinner party!! nice !!

LMFAOOOO HE INVITED RODY TO MAKE HIM WORK VINCE I CANT BELIEVE YOU!!

Rody you are so embarrassing but its ok bc ur really funny anyways!! getting interesting lore on Vince and Rody!!

one of Rody's old classmates was there, and then another guest said that either Vince must really like Rody to have him there at the party or is incredibly desperate akldskl (since she said that Rody's outfit sucks LOL)

ooh ok so. Rody is desperate and a bit delusional my bro u gotta let go of that girl bc apparently she dumped you already so like. stop bro

dkjhskas nooo ive served all the guests and theres nothing left to do except snoop around in Vincent's bedroom agh!! agh!!!!!

bro when i go in the room the music just disappears wtf

UM? HELLO??? BRO THAT SCARED ME DSKJKSDJ

i knew this was going to happenn aughjahkj

BRO THE MUSIC IS JUST GONE AJKSDFK not Rody asking what happened like he didnt just steal smth from Vince and pretty much get caught in the act 😭😭😭

well ok then so that happened

actually you know, now that im thinking about it, its kinda weird that Vince threw Manon's letters in the trash does that mean she is pursuing him romantically but he like just doesnt care or what??

i am inside and i am afraid cuz the game asked 'are you sure?' when i clicked 'go inside' broooo

oh hey its Manon and Rody WAIT WHY IS THIS LOCKET IN HERE ?? DID VINCE KILL HER ??

ASKHDKAS OH FUCKK OH NO

bro thats so like. sadistic leaving him tied up and telling him he can live if he runs away but like he can only crawl across the floor

i see why the matches are needed for this part

gee wow thanks game

ok now this time im bringing the matches with me

ok so ive burned away the ropes but im still trapped inside cuz he locked the freezer aghhh

what the heck do i do?? oh nvm i found bags of flour, i can use these to reach the cooler

so i have to stop the fans of the cooler, probably by putting something in it

can i take the saw out?? oh wait theres a switch LOL

ok so ive use the saw to cut the meat off and now ive got animal bones

ive jammed the bones in the fans and now i can break open the window wow

SHIT GOT CAUGHT BY VINCE

DID HE JUST BITE A PIECE OF MY FLESH?!??!

oh my god. he killed and cooked her to feed to Rody i. wHY???

oh so he ate Rody's ear i am shook wtf

bro Rody just severely pissed this guy off by telling him he never ate his food i feel it in my bones also makes sense why its just sitting in his fridge

Rody really hitting this guy where it hurts damn i mean its deserved cuz of like the whole thing

i accidentally got ending 4 since i messed up a QTE but damn. damn that was wild and also this is gross

something i didnt mention earlier but i noticed that there was a grilled hanger steak on the table, which is the dish when you get ending 1 would the other dishes i got in past endings show up when i got them? but i got ending 2 and the dish from that didnt show up so maybe its just a little detail for ending 1 wait was the steak made out of Manon. oh boy that makes that ending a lil more fucked up

ok going back to the chase sequence

BRO RODY JUST KILLED HIM

so i went into Vince's office, surprisingly did not get chased inside and then i picked up the broken bottle and now Rody's just killed the guy

got the restaurant key

bestie like. theyre gonna arrest u if u just leave and never say anything please explain the situation to the police or smth

why is the game not letting me leave. what do you mean revenge is best served cold. does the game want me to put Vince in the freezer!??!?!

yep the steak is def Manon

why r u not letting me leave wtf do i do

trying to read the comments on the game's page on itch.io and the amount of people going 'when will they kiss' 'kiss ending when' im laughing

like even tho all this horrible shit just happened i still lowkey ship Vince and Rody oopsies. toxic yaoi LOLOLOL

i have no idea what to do now so i am just gonna look up a guide rq

ok i need to get the cooking oil

he's burning this place to the ground

wait was Vince still alive after getting stabbed repeatedly???? his eye moved when Rody was pouring oil on him and i mean the game did say that his eyes are still following you

oh bro after-credits cutscene with Manon???

aww ok my opinion of Manon has greatly improved cuz she broke up w Rody cuz he was destroying himself for her she realized that she wasnt good for him and like, for the greater good of his mental health they cant be together

its burnt and also its lemon, which is what Vince said was his favorite food

OH HEY IT CHANGED

actually i did notice that after ending 3 it was snowy

damn

well, thats the end of my playthrough on Dead Plate

honestly, it was a very fun and enjoyable game! i liked the serving aspect even tho i kinda sucked at it and like i also really liked Rody and Vince despite all that just happened those two are seriously fucked up and i love them LOLOL

the music was really good and made up for having to redo day 5 over and over again alskdjh i was jamming most of the time to the music the art was also really good! i liked how cute the pixel sprites were, and then like the art for the portraits and CGs and everything was also really good! i really enjoyed the art style and music

the story was interesting, and i liked it too the twist was wild and blew my mind but i am still a massive fan of Vincent x Rody JKDAHSDKJ

i like how there was a cannibalism twist but Vincent wasnt actually like, an actual cannibal he was just insane and planning on making Rody an unknowing cannibal

i know he ate Rody's ear but like. he said that he doesnt eat people on the regular so yk he's just fucked up

also its really funny reading all the comments and seeing a lot of Vincent x Rody stuff LMFAOOO so true of everybody honestly

HELP I FOUND A COMMENT THAT SAID THEY NOTICED EVERY PIC WITH VINCE IN IT (on the store page) HAS HIM LOOKING AT RODY LDSJHSFLSDKN THE SHIP IS SO REAL!!!

ok sorry enough of that

overall, 10/10 would play again solely for the server gameplay (would be cool to have a kind of endless mode where you just serve customers until one leaves or something) and also because i love these characters

thats all for today and probably for this month LOL byebye!!

#dead plate

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saintship · 10 months

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Hey I just wanted to request something real quick and if your not comfortable with doing so don't worry about it 🫶🫶

I've been having so much dysphoria lately and I was thinking about an idea where Price had kept in contact with a trans/non-binary teenager they saved a while back and for when in times they needed help with anything Price gave them his number. So reader has been having a huge dysphoric dip and the stress of school has just been way to much on them lately so they called him up and asked for help. (Assuming reader now lives close to their base.) He drives over and just comforts them and let's them know it's okay and he'll always be their biggest supporter.

I've just been craving some good fluffy comfort with Price and again if you're not comfortable with writing this don't worry its absolutely fine. Have a great day/night 🫶

I’m back!

HI IM SORRRYYYYYYY I PROMISE IM NOT ABANDONING THIS BLOG

And to this anon, I hope you’re alright and just know my blog is a place to be you and you're so cool and rad and awesome :)

I just need you

platonic!Price & trans!reader

Some things just don’t go away. The tugging at your skin, stretching as far up and away from your body as you can, the pacing, the staring. It subsides and returns like a rough coastline, traveling everywhere all at once and yet never reaching anything at all.

It was the night you almost died, fittingly, that you truly started appreciating your own. Trapped in a dead end, several figures closing in fast. You heard their radio crackle with a message to capture instead of kill, and couldn’t process which was worse. It all seemed to blur together from then, until you were tucked into yourself, your head between your knees. You felt a hand at your shoulder, which you scrambled away from.

“Woah, hey..”

A gentle voice made you lift your head ever so slightly, seeing a face you didn’t recognize. The shapes lying still behind him proved he’d taken care of your problem.

“Are you hurt?”

Your words felt caught in your ribcage, a fluttering swarm gathering where your courage should be. You shook your head for the negative.

You simply continued to study him, his gentle eyes, the thread of his beanie, his flag patch.

“Right..” He adjusted his feet, now kneeling down fully on one knee. “It would really help me if you could come to the base so I can get you home, okay? It’s not safe here.”

His eyes searched yours with a reverence that confused you to no end. But you nodded.

“Okay..”

“Okay.” His lips twitched gently into a momentary smile before he helped you to your feet.

The base was cold inside, the walls blank and halls narrow, but he kept a hand on your shoulder from the car to his office, the warmth of his palm soothing.

He'd gotten you home safe, talked with your folks, and given you his office number after many attempts of you refusing.

"Call me. Anytime."

So you did. Most of the time, it was you who wanted to know about his life. Military propaganda be damned, with every phone call you were more inclined to hear more about him and his team, which you were both intimidated by and dying to see in person. The first time you called him for a different reason, you couldn't breathe.

"Hey, kid."

"Price.." His name caught in your throat, another wave of adrenaline shooting up your spine. Your room seemed too small, the floor too abrasive, the air too thick.

"Hey, what's wrong? Do I need to come get you?"

"No..no, I.." You huff, angry at your inability to speak. The frustration only built into the trembling of your hands.

"It's too much..everything...I'm going fucking crazy, I can't take this anymore.." Your voice cracked, and embarrassment flashed over your expression. "Price.."

"You need to breathe. Please. Open your eyes, listen to me."

You hadn't realized your eyes were screwed shut until his words encouraged you to open them gingerly, small spots dotting your vision from the strain.

"I know. I know.. listen, you don't have it easy, no question. But your life's only just started. Do your hear me?"

"Yes.."

"Good. Breathe just like that. It's going to be okay, kid, I've got you."

You breathe shakily, nodding even though he can't see you.

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

"Come outside."

You blinked for a moment before hanging up, forcing your legs to carry you to and out the front door. There he was. Sitting against one of those company-issued trucks that he definitely shouldn't be using for this. For you. But he did.

You don't bother with shoes, your socks largely protecting you from the cold pavement as you walk briskly to him. Before you can bother asking permission, he's got you in his arms, rocking you slowly.

"S'alright.." His voice is softer than it's ever been.

"I didn't mean to bother you, I just-"

"Oi. None of that." He replies immediately, pulling back to rest a hand at the side of your head. "I stayed in touch for a reason. You're a good kid, you deserve someone to call when you get like this, you hear me?"

You nod, too emotional at his words to speak without more tears flowing, before collapsing back into his arms.

"Oh, kid.." he hugs you tightly, letting you take the time to hold onto him.

"I'll always support you. With everything you want to be, and everything you go through. I'm here."

#cod requests #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod mwii #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #captain john price

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just-wublrful · 1 year

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every early episode of tma is like Proper British Accent™️ "well right i was sitting in my dorm room when suddenly i heard a strange crinkling sound from under the desk. i was worried it might be an electrical fire because of a plug i keep down there, but i didnt smell any smoke. I listened and waited a while before returning to my work. Then the noise started up again, and over the course of the following day began to spread across my room, everywhere, in my cabinet, my pipes. It sounded like something trying to get out. This continued for a couple nights, until I remembered this one time I saw a rat in my apartment building and I killed it, and hadn't seen a rat since. then one day I came home to find hundreds of rats in my room, all over the floor and ceiling covering every surface, and some of them were singing 'la cucaracha' in their horrible screechy little rat voices. I tried to scream but everything was full of rats, and as the sound of their singing 'la cucaracha' (you know this song may be seen as a joke now but was actually used to protest against the mexican dictatorship) a spider with a gun shot me. I've moved but im super worried those rats are going to chase me to my new apartment, I swear I heard a scratching noise just the other night..."

and then jonathan sims will be like "oh well you know its not unusual to hear of rat infestations, but I am curious considering this is a relatively clean neighborhood and pest inspection rarely goes here. I sent martin over in hopes he shall be bitten by a rat and die of rabies, and then if not he will be blessedly out of the office and away from my presence. One very odd thing is that when we went to check on their residence, it was infested with what seemed to be rat droppings and traces of rat fur, but no sign of the statement giver themselves, except for a rat we found chewing on what seemed to be a piece of human bone..."

#tma #the magnus archives #woe be upon ye

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tvvivi · 3 months

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Twilight

summary:

Life was fine, going to school Monday through Friday and going to church on the weekends. Throughout the school year I would get real busy and didn’t have much time to do things I enjoy. Going home from school would take about an hour, while I was on the train I would put on my headphones and listen to music, always looking out the window. I didn’t talk to anyone and nobody talked to me.

When I was home, all I did was lay in my bed and watch movies. I love movies. The way they make me laugh, smile, and cry. They help me forget the boring life I had.

So when I woke up on a plane with a grandma sitting right next to me, I panicked. When I realized what was going on, I went along with it. I just wanted to have fun. I didn’t think I would stay there for long. But if I was staying here for the rest of my life with stupid dumb people where vampires and werewolves existed, I wouldn’t want to go back to my boring mediocre life.

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Chapter 3 - Edward Cullen

After lunch Mike walked me to Biology class, when we get there I walk in and see Edward, his dark brown hair, his perfect pretty face. He has such nice eyes and even his eyebrows look perfect. I see him cover his nose like he just smelled the most repulsive thing in his life. The expression he’s making makes his face weird. He looks constipated. The teacher tells me to sit next to him and I try not to give him a look back. During class he just keeps staring at me and I want to tell him to piss off but I don't. Before the bell even rang he got up and basically ran out the door. I know Edward is at the main office asking to get his schedule changed.

After school Charlie took me to a diner to eat out. When we got home I did my homework and waited for Bellas mom to call. We talked about my day and how weird the kids are at the new school. The only person who I liked was Jessica, even though she seems not to like me I like the way she knows how to act, she knows when to laugh and when to smile. She’s has a pretty smile.

Angela is okay too but I don’t like the fact that she took a picture of me without asking first. She didn’t have much screen time in the movie so I cant really say anything about her.

Mike and Eric seem like good guys, though they are a little dense. They don’t even notice when a girl so close and so pretty likes them.

That night when I go to sleep I think about Edward and I try to remember the story line as best as possible. What I do remember though is that Edward, that weirdo, comes into my room at night and watches Bella, aka me, sleep. Though I don’t think that happens until a little while later.

The next day at school I don't see Edward around and I know its because he’s having his little “episode” about not being able to read my mind. He misses a week of school.

When I wake up for school I don’t see my truck, I assume Charlie went to go switch out the tires. I also assume this is when the “animal” attacks start.

When I get out of the house and start walking to the truck I slip and fall. Charlie runs over to me,

“You all right?” He asks me as he helps me up, Im so embarrassed right now.

“Yeah, Im good. Thanks.” I say, looking at the floor. While walking to the truck he tells me about the tires,

“Yeah, just be carful. I put new tires on the truck, old ones were getting pretty bald.” He tells me while lightly kicking the front wheel.

“Well, probably be late for dinner. I gotta head down to Mason County.” Right on cue,“Security guard at the Grisham Mill got killed by some kind of animal.”

“An animal?” I ask, hoping to learn something useful.

“You’re not in Phoenix anymore, Bells.” Of course I know Im not in Phoenix, Ive never even been there.

“Anyway I figured I’d lend a hand.” Charlie says, guess he wont be home as often.

“Be careful.” I tell him, even though I know nothing bad is going to happen to him Im still worried. Guess Im getting attached.

“Always am.” He tells me, I give him a smile and thank him for the tires.

“Yeah.” He gets into his car, I get into mine and drive off to school.

Eric comes up to me while I'm on my way to biology, “Prom Committee is a chick thing but I gotta cover it for the paper anyway, and they need a guy to help choose the music so I need your playlist. Hey, listen, um I was wondering, did you have a date to..” Eric didn’t get to finish as Mike came up to us,

“What’s up Arizona? How you liking the rain girl?” Mike says while shaking his wet cap on top of my hair letting the droplets fall on top of my head.

“Better get used to it girl.” Mike says, I chuckle at his comment and move away from them, and start walking to the lab table. I see Edward sitting down at the table, looking at me. He’s so weird for that, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him staring at me with those pretty eyes. Though today I notice that he’s not wearing the contacts that hide his beautiful eyes.

I sit down next to him giving him a nod before I sit down, I didn’t want to be rude. While waiting for class to start, he talks to me.

“Hello. I’m sorry I didn’t get to introduce myself last week. Im Edward Cullen. You’re Bella?” He says while smiling at me, I want to punch him in the face. No shit you dumb fuck, You didn’t come to school for a week just so you could avoid me.

“Uhm yeah.” I smile at him a bit and look away while the teacher starts talking. He says something about an onion root tip cells and something else about phases of mitosis.

“Ladies first.” He says while sliding the microscope over to me.

“Thanks,” I look into the microscope trying to make it focus on the sample so that I could see it better.

“You weren’t here for awhile.” I glance over at him for a second,

“Yeah, I was out of town for a couple of days. Personal reasons.” He avoids looking at me in the eyes. I roll my eyes, He’s such a bad liar.

“Prophase.” I slide the microscope to the side and write down my observations.

“Do you mind if I look?” He looks at me, I just give him a shrug. He slides the microscope over to his side to look into it. He doesn’t even look at it for long when he says,

“Its Prophase.”

“Yeah, that’s what I said.” I tell him, why doesn’t he just listen to me?

“You enjoying the rain?” He’s looking at me and smiling, he looks hot, he has a nice smile.

“Yeah, I guess. Makes me want to stay in bed all day listening to music and drinking coffee,” I smile back at him, Just because Bella didn’t like the rain or anything ‘cold’ doesn’t mean I don’t. I enjoy the rain, Well I don’t like getting wet but looking at the rain is nice. “What about you? You like the rain?”

“Yeah, I like the rain.” He smiles at me and grabs the next sample switching the other one out. He looks at the sample through the microscope, “It’s Anaphase.” He didn’t look back up at me and just started writing it down on his paper.

“Mind if I check?” I said,

“Sure.” He looked up at me. I didn’t bother really checking, I just took a quick glance,

“Anaphase.” I looked over at him and saw him smiling at me. He has such a cute smile.

“Like I said.” He chuckled a bit and showed his nice strait white teeth. God he’s so hot. I didn’t bother writing it down on my paper, I didn’t care much about this assignment. Not when I can just spend class talking to Edward.

“I get why you moved here then, the wettest place in the continental U.S. you love it” He looked over in my direction but didn’t bother making eye contact with me.

“Well, not really. Its a bit more complicated than that.” I said but I cant really say much. I mean its not like I really know why Bella decided to come here.

“I’m sure I can keep up.” He said his eyes now on mine. This time though, I was the one to look away.

“Just drop it. Its none of your business” I was irritated, he should know how to mind his business.

“Sorry.” He grabbed the microscope and changed the samples. “It’s metaphase. You want to check it?”

“I believe you.” I looked back at him and he looked at me with his beautiful hazel eyes. I feel bad now.

#bella swan #edward cullen #fem reader #reader insert #the cullens #twilight saga #twilight sparkle #x reader #twilight movies #twilight renaissance #twilight bella #sorry if its bad #im trying #vampire #not weird at all #charlie swan #stephanie meyer #fanfiction #fanfic

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pinkipeachiikeen · 11 months

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And The Stars Will Guide Us Home- Chapter 3

A Batfam/BSD crossover series, Dazai x Fem!Reader

Chapter two <------ Chapter three -----> Chapter four

Ranpo was used to staying at the agency until the oddest of hours. He wasn’t unfamiliar to waking up to a dark and deserted office to find out all the others have already called it a day, (they used to attempt to wake him up, but found that to be hazardous to all parties. Junichiro says he almost chomped off his finger, but Ranpo, of course has no recollection of such thing.) but this was the first time it ever felt wrong.

Maybe because from a legal standpoint, this could be classified as ‘breaking and entering’, but Ranpo has never been much for formalities.

Maybe it wouldn’t be as much of a case if Ranpo had any logical reason as to why he’s here, like if he forgot important case files, his phone or his beloved candy. But no. Ranpo doesn’t know why he’s here. As much as he tries to pin something to it, he can’t. He just knows something is wrong.

Something much more than Yoru.

Chapter warnings: Dazai typical double suicide mention

Word count: 7042

Tick

Tock

Tick

Ranpos eyes narrow at the analog clock, eyebrow nearly twitching in irritation

Tick

Tock

Tick

“H-hey Ranpo? Everything good?” Junichiro asks, peeking out from his desk.

Instead of an answer like a normal human, Ranpo barely spares him a glance, along with displeased hmph.

“Um, okay, I guess.” Junichiro mutters.

“Don’t mind him, he’s just upset that Fukuzawa isn’t back yet.” Kunikida shares, eyes unmoved from his computer monitor, click clacking away on a report Dazai was supposed to file a week ago, but left it untouched and is now missing in action. Again.

“He was supposed to be back days ago. Where the hell is he?” he crossed his arms, letting out a grumble that sounded a lot like ‘he was supposed to bring me snacks.’

“Just use your super deduction,” Yosano suggested as she leaned back in her desk chair. “If you’re that pressed about it, super detective.”

“I’m not ‘pressed’, first of all and second its worlds greatest detective” he corrects as he ennonciates the last three words, grabbing a lollipop in his pocket. “Not super. ‘Super’ makes me seem like the protagonist of a shitty cartoon.”

Yosano shrugs. “You sure act like one.”

“What does that mean?!”

The door clicks open to reveal the man of the hour and the head of the agency, Fukuzawa Yukichi. “Good morning, everyone”

The agency residents all responded in kind, all except for Ranpo of course.

“What took you so long? Where were you all this time?” he almost scolded, shoving his unopened lollipop back into his pocket, sounding much like a nagging mother suspicious of her teenage son.

“Like I told you, I was meeting with a colleague in the states.” Fukuzawa said, unbothered (and used to) Ranpos antics

“You also said you would be back on the fifth. Four days ago.” he recalled. “You got some explain’ to do.”

Before Kunikida could chide Ranpo on respecting the president, Fukuzawa surprised them all by agreeing with his temperamental son. “You’re right, Ranpo.” He clears his throat. “May I have everyone’s attention please?'' His firm voice echoed the room, gaining the eyes and ears of the few who weren’t already invested.

“As you may know, I was meeting with a colleague of mine overseas and was supposed to return a few days ago,” his eyes glanced over to Ranpo, who once again looked like a nagging mother, waiting for her son's explanation for staying out too late. “But due to unforeseen events, there were some..complications.”

“What do you mean ‘complications’? Is everything okay?” Kunikida chimed in, report forgotten.

“Yes, everything is fi-”

“Bitch i’m a cow, bitch i’m a cow, bitch im a–”

Everyone stops at the vulgar music coming from the President's office

Crash!

Several murmurs sounding suspiciously like ‘son of a bitch’, ‘i swear to fucking god’ and ‘i’m gonna kill them next time I see them’ leak out of the office.

A moment of silence happens as looks of general confusion are exchanged.

“Is everything alright in there?” Fukuzawa asks.

After a pregnant pause (one of embarrassment everyone rightfully assumes) the voice responds. “Uh, yeah. Sorry, that was an alarm.” she explains before quickly adding “My friends changed it and I uh never got to change it back… or turn the alarm off for that matter.”

“Well, I was just explaining our situation, might as well introduce yourself properly.” Fukuzawa said.

Another pregnant pause. “Right now?”

“Yes, right now.”

“Uh, well i’d love to, I really would but I um, am not very workplace presentable?”

“The Agency doesn’t have much of a dress code. The only rule to really follow is to wear shoes, which I never thought had to be implemented,” he looks towards Kenji, who scrambles to slide on his sandals. “But here we are.”

“Well I definitely have shoes, but, hm.” She pauses to find the right words. “I would love to meet the lovely members of the Agency while dressed in something more business casual and less…. Hobo chic.”

The president's eyebrows furrow slightly. “Aren’t you wearing my coat?”

“I am, and it’s a wonderful coat!” she replies quickly, sensing her mistake in words.

She sighs, sliding open the office door. “It's just paired with a tank top that is at least three sizes to large from a gas station I never heard of, a pair of jeans held up by a shoestring, and boots that I can guarantee you weren’t supposed to be this color. That paired with the fact that it has been a long 48 hours without a shower in sight, I look like a homeless tweenager you picked off the street.”

“Careful Ranpo, she’s stealing your brand.” Yosano whispered, receiving a nudge from Ranpos elbow in return.

“Given those 48 hours, I assure you, you look fine.” Fukuzawa assure, beckoning her over to him and the others. “Yoru, this is the Detective Agency.”

Yoru gave a polite smile, tucking a greasy wayward strand of hair behind her ear, bringing attention to the eyepatch over her left eye.

A detail in which Ranpo was restraining himself from asking about, given he doesn’t really feel in the mood for another lecture from Fukuzawa about ‘manners’ and ‘respect’.

“It’s nice to meet you all.” She gave a curt bow. “I’ve heard so many things about all of you.”

“All good things I hope.” Kunikida politely replies

Suddenly, the door to the office slams open, revealing a slightly out of breath Dazai. Hand still on the door, hunched over, he pants. “GUYS WHY DIDN”T OF YOU TELL ME THEY FILLED IN THE SINKHOLE BY THE CORNER SHOP?!” he wheezes, gathering enough of his breath to stand up properly. “I just read about a wonderful way to commit-” his brain finally catches up to his mouth after wondering why Kunikida hasn’t scolded him for slamming the door and yelling (again) “Oh the Prez is back!” he cheers, eyes then landing on the woman of the hour, Yoru. His eyes widen, just for a second before oozing into his seductive charm. “Well hello there.” he purrs

Yoru turns to Kunikida. “Let’s just leave it at ‘things’”

Kunikida sighs deeply, the kind of sigh that everyone knows is only reserved for the suicidal manicac they call Dazai. “That’s…. That’s definitely understandable.”

Ranpo raises his eyebrow,

Y’know most people wouldn’t recognise the small things, such as a pause, a stutter or a hitch of a breath. They are written off as insignificant, unimportant. But not to Ranpo. Ranpos knows how to read the silence, especially when it comes to the people he’s surrounded by most.

That's why he notices how Dazai’s eyes widened.

Just for a second he let his mask slip.

Ranpo has known Dazai for a few years now. They aren’t necessarily close by any means, but if Ranpo knows anything about Dazai, it’s that he will do anything to deter others from seeing the real him. He has a perfectly crafted persona he waves around like a shield, repelling others and keeping them at a distance. He’s good at playing pretend, one of the best Ranpo’s ever met, but even the most experienced actors forget their lines and Ranpo has been patiently waiting to see it happen.

He just never expected it to be like this.

His green orbs drifted over to Yoru’s slightly confused expression.

Just who are you?

Dazai lightly graces his hand in Yorus. “I’ve never seen a maiden this fair! Oh Belladonna, would you make me the happiest man alive and-”

“Dazai this is the first and last time i’ll be telling you this, so it would be wise of you to listen up. If you ever ask my daughter to commit a double suicide with you, i will put you on office work for the rest of your days and dock your pay.” Fukuzawa says swiftly, removing Dazais hand from Yoru’s as if it was contaminated with a vicious disease.

“DAUGHTER?” Various detectives say in shock.

“I’m sorry, double what now?” Yoru asks.

“Yes, I was surprised too.” Fukuzawa shares. “I hardly ever thought I'd have children, let alone a grown one living in New Jersey. But nevertheless, it is my absolute pleasure to introduce you to my daughter, Fukuzawa Yoru.”

“Please just call me Yoru, it’s way less confusing.” she states.

“Hey is he okay…?” Atsushi asks, gesturing over to Ranpo, who stood wide-eyed and frozen.

“Yoo-hoo! Is anybody home?” Kenji waves a hand in front of his face.

“I think he’s twitching a little..” Atsushi adds worryingly.

“We broke Ranpo!” Kenji cried.

Yosano waves her hand dismissively. “Just give him a minute.”

“WHAT!” Ranpo snaps, making Kenji recoil back.

“Ope, and there it is…” She murmurs

Well, a man can’t be rational all the time.

“You really expect us to believe this random girl is your daughter? Seriously?”

Fukuzawas eyebrows furrow. “Ranpo…”

“Someone’s jealous…” Yosano whispers in a singsong tone, taking a sip of her drink.

“So you go to America for a “business trip” and come back with a daughter. A daughter. Really?” he crosses his arms. “I didn’t think you were in the business of opening foreign women’s legs!”

Yosano chokes on her drink.

“Ranpo!” Fukuzawa scolds.

Yoru, instead of being offended in any way, burst out into laughter, swiftly apologizing after receiving a look from Fukuzawa. “Sorry.” she apologizes. “That wasn’t funny. Well..” she chuckles. “Maybe a little bit. But that's besides the point. My mother wasn’t foreign… at least I'm pretty sure. I was born and raised here in Japan. She reveals.

“Yeah and you just so happen to be in the same city as my f- as Fukuzawa.” Ranpo retorts as several of the agency members glance to each other, confirming Ranpo’s slip up.

“Uh, no? I moved there years ago?”

“Why?”

Yoru tilts her head in confusion. “Why what?”

“Why did you move from Japan, duh.” Ranpo retorted.

“Because…I… wanted… to?” she answered slowly and confused.

“Ranpo, that’s enough.” Fukuzawa interrupts.

“Do you seriously think this woman is your daughter? This could be a ploy to learn agency secrets!” he whisper yelled, as if Yoru wasn't standing feet away from him.

This time it was Kunikida scolding his name.

“Don’t act like we weren’t all thinking it!” he declared.

“Ranpo.” Fukuzawas loud voice boomed through the agency. A voice powerful enough to even placate Ranpo’s rants and loud claims. “These allegations are not only insulting to my intelligence, but to Yoru as well. You have no idea what she had to go through to get here and you have no right to spout such claims.” Ranpo bites his cheek to hold back a retort. “Apologize this instant.”

“But-”

“Ranpo.” Fukuzawa warns.

“It’s fine.” Yoru cuts in, placing a hand on Fukuzawas shoulder. “Really.” she assures. “If I was in his spot, I'd be thinking the same thing.” she rubs the back of her neck bashfully. “I don’t blame any of you for being wary of me, you guys are detectives after all. It’s your jobs not to take anything at face value and to be suspicious when need be. Believe me when I say I am not quite convinced this is just a really bad trip or something and I'm going to wake up in my bed back in Jersey. Sleeping peacefully and not in this mess”

The agency members all turn their heads to Ranpo, whose eyes are squinted in judgment, waiting for his verdict.

Ranpo clicks his tongue. “Well if you leave now, who knows? Your bed may still be warm.”

Several agency members groan or shake their heads.

“What?” Ranpo retaliates. “She obviously doesn’t wanna be here anyway! I’m just stating all her options! She left before, because she wanted to, what's stopping her from leaving now?”

“The fact that she would be putting all her loved ones in danger, perhaps.” Fukuzawa states firmly. “It wasn’t an easy feat moving back here, but I promised her we’d welcome her with open arms.” His stone cold eyes glare into Ranpo’s “I wasn’t planning on being made a liar.”

“Well I didn’t think you were planning on being an idiot!” Ranpo shouts. “First, coming home with some random girl claiming to be your daughter all the sudden, then revealing that her presence brings danger? Don’t we deal with enough threats from the Port Mafia? We don’t need to deal with another nuisance disrupting everything!”

“Ranpo, I brought danger to her. Her life was disrupted by me.” Fukuzawa spoke.

Ranpo blinked in confusion. “What?”

Fukuzawa sighed. “Enemies of mine found out I had a daughter and attempted to use her against me. Enemies who have known of her existence for years and have spent just as long tracking her down. It was an unfortunate coincidence that Yoru and I happened to be in the same city, whereas they used it as the time to strike. It was entirely my fault she was kidnapped and put in harm's way. It is the absolute least I can do, bringing her here to Yokohama with me and making sure other enemies of mine don’t try to do the same.” he revealed.

Ranpo looks at his feet, in shame or in anger, he is not quite sure.

“Now I am not a fool, Ranpo. I made sure that Yoru is in fact, my daughter, via numerous tests. Even if she wasn’t it’s still in best interest that I make sure that she is not harmed just because others believe she is. I’m not interested in letting anyone suffer because of me, relation or otherwise. Yoru is here and she is here to stay. End of discussion. If any of you have any non-disrespectful questions you would like to ask, you can do it after she gets settled into the dorms. Her first day is tomorrow, I hope i can rightfully assume you all to show her the ropes.”

Ranpos' head immediately pipes up. “What?! She works here now?”

“Yes, hence why introduced her and why she’s staying in the dorms.” he says blankly.

“B-but we don’t need any more secretaries! The ones we have handle everything on their own!”

“You’re correct, that’s why starting today she’s a detective of the agency, just like you and the others.”

“What?! But she never passed an entrance exam!” he pleads. “And she doesn’t even have an ability! H-how do you expect her to help protect the agency if she can’t protect herself from getting kidnapped!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Yosano retorted.

“That was really mean, Ranpo.” said Junichiro.

“Yeah, and low. Even for you.” Added Dazai, who looked more than ready to chow down on some popcorn and watch the drama unfold.

With pursed lips, Yoru claps her hands. “You know what?” Yoru starts.

“Yoru…” Fukuzawa warns.

“No, I'm really too tired for this. I really am.” she states turning to Ranpo. “It’s Ranpo, right?”

“Duh.” he comments. “This ones a little slow….” he murmurs

She sighs, exhausted. “Look, I don’t know what kind of relationship you and my father have, and frankly? It’s none of my goddamn business.”

His eyes widened.

“I’m not trying to get in the way of that. To be frank, I'm not trying to get into anything. I just wanna mind my business and do my own thing. I’m damn good at that. I’ve been doing my own thing all my life. I've learned to be independent, I never had a choice not to.” she informs. “And none of that changes just because I met Mr Sperm Donor over there.” she points to Fukuzawa, before turning her head and adding a curt “no offense, of course.”

He nods in understanding. “None taken.”

“I don’t suddenly have a need for a father figure, or some daddy daughter relationship. I lost all hope of having a biological traditional family before I lost my first tooth and that hasn’t changed. Yeah it’s pretty cool getting to meet my father after all this time, but that’s about it. It’s pretty cool. I get to ask some questions that I never had answered and I get to learn a few things about me that I didn’t know. In all honesty, I’d rather have lived my whole life without knowing the answer to those questions if it meant my whole life didn’t have to get uprooted like this.” she turns her head once again to Fukuzawa. “Again, this isn’t on you, I am very glad to have met you, I just wish I could’ve done so in literally any other way. I’ve finally felt like I got my shit together, then I'm whisked back here. I don’t know why any of this couldn’t have happened, y’know, when I actually lived here and needed a parent instead of 12 different group homes, but ce la vie, I guess.” she gives an awkward laugh. “Y’know, they told me that you aren’t a real Gothamite until you are kidnapped and or held hostage. I guess I'm a ‘true Gothamite’ now. Too bad I had to leave, huh.”

Ohhhh. Ranpo thought, clicking pieces together, biting his lip to hide his smirk. Gotham huh?

“Anyway as I was saying, and to wrap it all up,” she places a hand on his shoulder. “Just because you have a new sibling, doesn’t mean father loves you any less, m’kay?” she says in an almost sickly sweet tone, giving his shoulder two taps as if she was saying ‘go get ‘em’ to a little kid.

“Y’know when Fukuzawa said you would give me the hardest time I thought it was because you were paranoid or something, not that you had daddy issues.” she said casually, throwing her bag over her shoulder. “Out of everyone he told me about, I was most excited to meet you if i’m being honest. He made you out to be this super genius prodigy, but in actuality you are just whiney,” she fixes the strap of her eye patch, “and wrong.”

She starts to walk past him but stops, remembering something. “Oh, well I guess you were right about something.” she says without turning her head. I did let myself get kidnapped. I went quietly with them to protect the people I care about and innocent bystanders. But I did save my fathers life just a few hours later. Pretty good for someone who couldn’t protect themselves, eh?”

Continuing on walking, she only gets a few steps. “One last thing,” she said, turning her head around. “I do have an ability, not that it’s any of your business. But I heard that having one wasn’t needed, isn’t that right?”

Ranpo grinds his teeth.

“Fukuzawa can you point me in the way of a shower? Please and thank you.” she asks.

Fukuzawa nods. “Yes, I'll take you to your dorm. All of them are already occupied, so you will be rooming with Atsushi.”

The weretiger gulped and gave an awkward wave and a sheep ‘hello!’ which Yoru replied in kind.

Facing the detectives, Yoru gives a polite smile. “It was nice to meet all of you, and I look forward to working with each of you.” she said kindly. “Even you, Ranpo.”

“Let’s get going.” Fukuzawa intervenes from the doorway.

“Yeah, just one last thing!” She turns to Ranpo. “Thanks for the candy.” she said with a mischievous wink, plopping a familiar lollipop in her mouth.

Ranpo frantically pats down his jacket and pants pocket searching for his lollipop, because there’s no way she could’ve taken it right? How?

The sounds of Yosano's cackling and Dazai’s ‘ooooooooooh’ muffle the sound of the door closing but Ranpo could still hear Fukuzawa’s tired sigh of defeat.

“I thought I told you to play nice.”

Accompanied by a slightly garbled, “I was nice!” then a popping noise Ranpo knew all too well. The sound of someone taking out their lollipop to speak. His lollipop that should be in his mouth.

“For the most part.”

“Oh my fucking godddd.” Yosano exclaims between choked breaths of laughter. “She is my new favorite co-worker!” She was hunched over, cradling her stomach in one hand and pounding on her desk, shaking and spilling droplets of her drink.

“She read you like a book.” Dazai comments, looking entirely too pleased with this situation.

“I wonder if she actually thinks she’s a cow or if she just really likes them…” Kenji wonders aloud.

“Well, Ranpo, I hope this taught you how to not to treat others.” Kunikida states, ‘fixing his glasses’ (that already sat perfectly aligned on his face) in a way that poorly covered the smug grin on his face. “It was about damn time you learned that lesson.” Then, fully registering what Kenji said, he adds “Kenji, I don’t think…” before just ending the sentence in a sigh.

“She read your ass like a book! Then took your candy!” Yosano cheers, spinning around in her office chair. “She’s my hero.”

Tsking, Ranpo rolls his eyes as he digs into his pocket where his dearly departed lollipop once lied. “Yeah, well she’s not gonna get away with it that easily.” To his surprise, his fingers dance along a smooth glassy surface, rolling it into his hands as he shines it to the light.

A small glass marble, barely the size of his thumbnail, glistened and shined in the light.

“Whoever she really is.”

Maybe because from a legal standpoint, this could be classified as ‘breaking and entering’, but Ranpo has never been much for formalities.

Something much more than Yoru.

Starting with the fact that Fukuzawa had to go Gotham in the first place. The president is no stranger to long out of country business trips, but he at least informs the agency, at least he informs Ranpo, what city he is visiting. Ranpo likes to believe its so that Ranpo can ask for the snacks that are popular in said city, but deep down knows it's because of the respect they have for each other.

‘Respect I'm breaching my sneaking into his office,’ the angel on his shoulder tells him as he slides open the door.

‘No.’ he counters back ‘this needs to be done. For his sake and mine.’

Ranpo turns on a lap, illuminating the tiny office in a dull yellow light. ‘I need to find out why. ’

Several ‘why’s in fact:

Why he hid where he was going?.

No, Ranpo knows that. He hid because Ranpo knows that the only reason he’d be going to Gotham is to see Bruce Wayne. Batman. A colleague he has known long before Ranpo, and a colleague he hasn’t heard from in almost just as long. Fukuzawa has shared that despite his perfectly crafted persona, ‘Bruce isn’t the social type’ and doesn’t bother with idle pleasantries. From everything Ranpo collected about Bruce over the years he can confidently say that Bruce is just a smarter, richer, edgier version of Kunikida from their ideals to their self sacrificing tendencies. Which leads to his second ‘why’.

Why he met with Bruce.

Like Kunikida, Bruce has problems asking for help. It’s obvious from any kind of media you read on him and how he interacts with the other Bats and Birds that he’d rather face an army himself before inconveniencing others, whether it’s for their sake or for his pride. Probably both. So what could be so important that he would have to summon a colleague (who he hasn’t spoken to in over a decade mind you,) from across the globe? What could be important enough to send his only daughter to Japan? Why and how is she important enough to be in the center of everything going on?

Yoru.

Yoru isn’t ‘technically’ a why, but she might as well be with all the question marks she has surrounding her. It would be easier for Ranpo to list all he does know about her, and even then he isn’t completely sure that his observations aren’t just the facade she’s putting up. Hell, he doesn’t even know if the eyepatch she’s wearing has a purpose or is just trying to push a hidden agenda.

Ranpo assumes (90% sure) that she is Batgirl given what he knows about the Birds and Bats, which is quite a lot. The vigilantes of Gotham were another week-long fixation that passed through Ranpo a few years back after uncovering Batman's true identity and prolonging the dopamine high of being right (again, of course.) where he barely left his computer. In the end he was in such a rabbit hole that he was watching videos on how to make a Kryptonite bomb. He isn’t quite sure if he’s not on Batman’s watchlist now, but that’s besides the point. The last time he checked Batgirl was a cheery redhead with bright green eyes and freckles and well… let’s just say Yoru doesn’t quite fit the description. But hey, if they’re following a similar path as the Robin title, more than one person can don the title of Batgirl. If Ranpo is correct, Yoru has been playing the role of Batgirl for eight or so years, about the same time as Bruce publicly adopted another orphan by the name of Y/n Wayne. Ranpo never much bothered to keep up with the whole Wayne/Batman crew after his inital hyperfixation (he grew bored. Why keep looking into something you already know?) but he has a slight feeling if he found one of the rare photos of Y/n Wayne online she would have more than a few similarities with Fukuzawas supposed ‘daughter’

That being said, Yoru, Y/n, whatever her name is, has to have known Fukuzawa beforehand. Their interactions are way too..fluid to have been perfect strangers merely a few days prior. His father figure is way too stiff (for a lack of a better word) to be all buddy buddy with someone he just met, even if she was his biological daughter. They just seemed so in sync. Like they know something nobody else in the room does.

Ranpo just can’t believe he’s the only one who sees it.

It doesn’t take ultra deduction to know when people are full of shit.

KERTHUNK

A searing pain travels through Ranpos toe as he awkwardly hops around holding it, silently cursing Fukuzawas stupid desk and wondering since when was it this close to the freakin’ door?! Mid jump, the great detective nearly trips over some foreign object on the floor and almost shatters the expensive vase Fukuzawa obtained from Hong Kong. So much for being discreet. He sighs as he regains his balance, picking up the object, no objects.

“Fukuzawa’s phone ... .and wallet?” he whispers to himself. I mean that explains why he hasn’t answered any of my calls. He sets them back on the desk, where they most likely laid before his toe was brutally attacked by the desk. Then out of the corner of his eye, he spots a tiny white slip of paper.

No, a photograph. A polaroid, in fact.

Why would Fukuzawa keep a photograph in his wallet?

He picks it up and he can't tell from the texture alone that the photo has been contained in his wallet for a long time now.

Suddenly, he hears footsteps approaching the door and quickly slides the photo into his pocket just as Fukuzawa flickers on the lights.

“Ranpo? What are you doing here?” he asks. “Please tell me you didn’t fall asleep here again.”

“I did not!” he pouts. Besides, that only happened, like, once.”

“It happened multiple times.”

“Okay, but not recently!”

“Last Sunday you called Kunikida to come let you out because you were locked in. It was two in the morning.”

Ranpo muttered something that sounded an awful lot like Damn snitch.

“But if you didn’t fall asleep here then why are you here, Ranpo?” Fukuzawa asks.

“You weren’t answering your phone.” he half lies, picking up and dangling the phone by its corner. “You had me worried.” he says as he gently tosses it to his ‘boss’ who catches it without batting an eye.

“You are perfectly aware I am more than fine taking care of myself.” he retorts.

Ranpo shrugs. “Yeah, I thought so, but….”

Ranpo knows he shouldn’t, but the words boil up on their tongue, hot and searing, spilling out his mouth.

“this little masquerade you have with batgirl is telling me different.”

The room turns icy and cold, and Ranpo can’t dare to look Fukuzawa in the face, so he settles for the space between his head and shoulder.

“Just who is she here to protect?” he asks, each word getting more bold and rapid. “What is she hiding from? Who is she hiding from? Scratch that, what are you-”

“Ranpo.”

Ranpo was instantly silenced as a hush fell over the office.

Ranpo has known Fukuzawa for many many years. Years of ups and downs, joy and hardships, but rarely did Fukuzawa ever use this tone.

Especially with him.

“I’m going to say this once, do you understand?”

Ranpo stands frozen, in disbelief, in shock. This was the voice he used to criminals, to enemies, to Dazai when one of his pranks on kunikida required poison control to vacate and abandon their entire building for a week, but not him. Never him.

“Do. You. Understand?” he asks, slow and clear, but with enough edge to even startle the most hardened soldiers of war.

Unable to speak, Ranpo nods vigorously.

“Drop it.”

Huh? Ranpo thinks.

“Do not investigate this any further. I know it may be hard for you to understand, so I'm putting it in the simplest terms. Drop. It.”

Oh. Ranpo didn’t think he said that out loud.

“This subject is none of your business. Plain and simple.”

“But-” Ranpo whimpers. “H-How am I supposed to just sit here a-and pretend nothing is wrong? Something is clearly happening and you expect me to look the other way?”

“Yes.”

Ranpo bunches his hands into his coat. “How? How do you expect me to do that? I’m a detective! I'm supposed to learn about all these hidden truths and find out all the secrets!”

“This isn’t a game, Ranpo!” he shouts, taking Ranpo aback. Sighing, and rubbing his temples with his calloused hand he relents. “You can’t always ‘save the day’ or be a hero. Sometimes the most heroic thing a person can do is look the other way and keep their mouth shut.” he said, grabbing his key and phone and turning towards the door before pausing. “I know you don’t trust her.” he starts. “And that’s fine. I can’t make you. But I need you to trust in me this time. I think that’s more than fair after all I've trusted in you.” He slides open the door and sighs again. “If you really can’t fight the urge to snoop, I recommend just asking her yourself. She won’t tell you much but maybe it will quell your worries about her.”

“Like Batman? I heard people say he’s the greatest detective.” Ranpo comments, setting up the scene

Yoru just shrug, undisturbed. “Some do.”

“Well what do you think?”

She gives a humorless, awkward laugh. “I don’t really think I know enough to answer that question? Most people in Gotham have never even seen Batman before, let alone interact with him long enough to test his deduction skills.”

Ranpo shrugs. “Yeah, I guess you are right. But you would.” he states, slowing down to deliver the blow.

“Wouldn’t you, Batgirl?”

Her eyes widen just for a fraction of a second before going back to their normal state. “Hmm,” she puts her hands in her slightly-too-large leather jacket. “I don’t believe there’s an accurate way to measure intelligence.” she said, continuing to stroll, undisturbed.

Ranpos eyebrows furrow. “Well that wasn’t what I was asking.” he informs. “One can be intelligent without having deductive skills.” he said, picking up his pace to match speed with the woman. He has to say, she does look more like a ‘bat’ today than yesterday. Long leather jacket with broad shoulders (probably a men’s jacket. Well worn on some edges, maybe a gift? Most likely have sentimental value), a black mock turtleneck and ripped jeans with black combat boots to match. The only thing that stands out is her weird choice of jewelry. A shimmering marble-esque belt that catches the light in every step she makes, and a slightly more subtle pendant dangling around her neck with only remnants of shine flaking through when the light hits a certain angle.

“Well in my humble opinion, the best detectives don’t need to go around bragging about their skills.” she shares.

“It's because they don’t have the skills to back it up.” he retorts. “Like I do.”

“Or,” she starts. “Maybe they are just smart enough to not paint a target on their back.” She briefly looks back at him. “You can’t be the world's greatest detective if you’re dead.”

Ranpo furrows his eyebrows. “W-well are we not gonna talk about how I knew-”

“Hey Ranpo, did anyone ever tell you that you are too loud.” she interrupts, silencing his words that passersbys can so easily pick up. She sighs. “Fukuzawa told me that regardless if the others believed him or not, you would be the only person that decided they needed to say something about it.” she shakes her head in displeasure. “Have you ever heard of the phrase, ‘loose lips, sink ships?’”

“Was I supposed to?”

She sighs again. “Never mind.” a beat of silence between them passes. “Y’know,” Ranpo looks from the ground to her as she starts. “If you were trying to impress me by finding out our little… ‘family secret’…my brother found out when he was like, nine or so. He has you beauty by quite a bit.”

“I didn’t just find this out, I’ll have you know!” he corrects. “I don’t live in Gotham and never had the need to do anything with that info! I’ve been sitting on it for years!”

Her pace comes to a halt, making him almost run into her. “And what do you plan on doing with that information?” she asks, solemnly and almost cold.

Damn. She might not be biologically related to Batman, but she’s definitely her fathers daughter. Ranpo would hate to be on the other side of an interrogation from either of them and is very glad he is on the side of the straight and narrow.

“I’m going to continue to sit on it.” he almost whimpers, like a dog scolded after chewing up the rug. “My throne of secrets it’s quite comfortable, actually.”

Yoru chuckles, dark energy fading around her like it was never there. “Good.”

“Good?” he repeats, confused as she picks her pace up once again.

“Yup.”

“You aren’t gonna question me or anything? Just a ‘good’’?

She gives a quick laugh. “Even though you do definitely talk too much, I think you know when to keep your mouth shut when it matters.” she admits. ‘Besides, Fukuzawa trusts you, and I can tell he has a lot of respect for you, so.” she shrugs. “Not much I could really do but say ‘good.”

“Huh.” Ranpo slides his hands into his pockets. “I guess we are in the same boat then, aren't we?”

“Yeah.” she agrees. “I guess we are.”

A pregnant pause settles in, not quite uncomfortable like before, but one on the balancing line of comradery and understanding. Hm. This must’ve been what Fukuzawa meant. Ranpo thinks.

But, of course Ranpo can’t leave it at that. No, he still has questions.

“So, uh..” Ranpo starts. “Why exactly are you here?’” Yoru tilts her head in confusion. “I just mean, you seemed to have a pretty good thing going on in Gotham, and from what you said the other day you didn’t quite like living in Japan. If that wasn’t made up as well.” he says, matter of factly with no malice.

“Shouldn’t you know that, Mr Super Detective?” she retorts, just as calm.

Ranpo sighs. “Fukuzawa said it was none of my business.”

She chuckles. “Well he wasn’t wrong.”

“But..” he continues. “He said if I absolutely felt the desperate urge to know, I should just ask you.”

She gives him a look, one which Ranpo has deduced means ‘seriously, come on’ after the many times it's been given to him, most often by his coworkers. “And he thinks I would tell you anything worth knowing?’

“Nope.” he says, popping the P.

She smiles and shakes her head. “Honestly, I'm surprised you aren’t just looking into it behind his back.” she shrugs. “Given what I heard about you, it shouldn't necessarily be hard for you.”

He pauses his steps, making Yoru step back a few. “Let’s just say I knew the time when it’s ‘acceptable’ to push his buttons and when it’s uh.. Generally not preferred.” he admits.

“You’re scared to disobey him, aren’t ‘cha.”

“Yes, very much so.” he says, continuing on. “Are you gonna answer my question or no?” he changes the subject.

“Well..” she ponders, debating her words. “Precaution, I guess.”

“That tells me absolutely nothing.”

She laughs, a real genuine laugh. “That’s kinda the point.”

Ranpo does his best to show a generally displeased face.

She sighs. “A group of very skilled individuals have bounded together to claim something they feel like they are entitled to, and will stop at very little to get it.”

“Sounds very American.” he replies.

“Well you aren’t wrong there.” she agrees. “Several of these members are high players in the west, whether that be in the stock market or on the FBI’s most wanted. We have crossed paths with several of their members, either directly or indirectly and even put some of them away before. They are not to be taken lightly as individuals, who knows what power they have collectively.”

“What does that have to do with us then?” he asks, not quite sure if he means ‘us’ as the ADA or as Japan itself. “Why do we have to deal with your dirty laundry? It sounds like a you guys problem.”

“You act like we aren’t seven people working from the equivilant of a basement.” she sighs.

“A basement funded by a billionare and equiped with state of the art technology.” he retorts.

“With absoulutely no responsability to be doing what we do, by the way.” she shares. “We do this because we care.”

“Yeah and i’m sure the repressed trauma and a hero complex built from guilt or loss have nothing to do with it.” he states, hitting the crosswalk button

she pauses, obviously caught off guard, (finally) “We all have our problems, Kirby-boy.” she said before crossing the street with the herde of other pedestrians

“Wha-” Ranpo stutters. “What does that even mean?!” he whines, struggling to catch up with his new coworker in the sea of people

“Ask the twinkies you swallowed whole!”

“Are you sure you can get there by yourself?”

Ranpo sighs. “It’s a one way train and i’m being picked up at the station. I don’t need you to sit with me like a little kid.”

He can tell she’s biting her tongue when she just responds with a “okay.” then she dives her hand into the bag, pulling out a pen and paper.

“What are you doing?” he asks as she scribbles something down.

“Here.” she says as she hands him the paper.He looks at it to find a string of numbers.

“I’ll probably regret it, but just in case you have more questions I can’t answer.”

“Thanks.” he says curtly, giving a quick goodbye before making his way onto the train.

Ranpo finds himself an open seat and settles down, waiting for the train the train to pass the station and blur all the passerbys waiting for their or saying goodbye to their loved ones. Then, when everyone is settled and their focus is away from the oddly dressed detective, he pulls out the polaroid he kept in his pocket since that night in the office.

He runs his fingers down the browned, crippled edges, processing a memory from moments past.

Yoru’s past, to be exact.

The photo presents two near identical young girls cuddled up together in a bed, sleeping peacefully. One lays protected by the other, arms and legs wrapped around in almost a shielding position, while the other laid more stiff, arms decorated by various wires, but still clearly leaning into her sisters loving embrace. Ranpo coudn’t help but feel a wave of perversion looking at this photo, from the lens of himself, the viewer and from the lens of the photographer, who in neat red handwriting wrote ‘Angels’ above their heads, and their names underneath them ‘Kanako and Kazumi’. Quickly flipping it over and out of his eyesight, he sees that the photo is dated just about fourteen years ago.

As old and as creased as the photo is, Ranpo can’t deny that the little girl, one of the little girls is Yoru. Given the state of ‘Kazumi’ he can only assume that Kanako grew up to be the women he just spoke with minutes before.

Shaking his head and swallowing the lump of bile coming up his throat, his shoves the picture deep into his pocket, fighting his urge to burn it.

Fukuzawa was right.

He really should’ve minded his business.

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If you couldn’t tell, i’m really trying to push my Yosano and Ranpo sibling agenda. They may not be siblings by blood, but sure will clown each other like they are

If you have any questions or comments (I love comments <3 the make me more motivated to write!!!) don't hesitate to let me know!

#dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader

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storiesofsvu · 2 months

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Alright, happy Thursday hoes, lets get to this.

Mothership first

Okay… interesting open…

Omg…how many times are they gonna use the trope of “don’t touch that!” “who the hell are you?” surprise it’s the new laywer…

Not surprised its another old white dude, but at least he’s not as old as mccoy

Okay seriously…. If they get rid of Samantha I will not be watching this show anymore..

I wonder if they’re going to bring this staff change up on svu too considering this guy is also now carisi’s boss… but the writers seem to have forgotten that these shows all exist together until they want to do a crossover.

If this was svu the ada would be storming into the squad room yelling at the detectives for making a mistake that’s gonna cost them their case. Why don’t we get to see that on mothership? I want more crossing over between departments, cops never show up in the gallery either, just to testify if they’re needed.

Oooo yesss that maroon suit. I see you ma’am!

Man they’re just right fucked with this case aren’t they?

This defence attorney is super crusty

How come these videos are coming up NOW and not before things went to trial??

This judges office is barba’s office. They really only have so many sets, hey? (also the continuity of that office on this show/universe drives me fucking insane).

My subtitles keep cutting in and out and that is also driving me insane

Toronto time.

Will I pay attention? Likely no

JESUS FUCK talk about a cold fucking opening wow.

Big surprise I stopped paying attention halfway through the ep. Like, it’s fully muted right now and I’m working on writing LOL

SVU time

BRUH is this maria stuff ive been seeing all over twitter legit?! I thought people were fucking clowning LOL

Olivia in uniform just fucking makes me so fucking weak every single time

Clearly the other captain hasn’t been in the field a lot if that was her immediate reaction to that crime scene

Okay… hear me out… olivia literally saved maria’s life and stayed on the phone with her ALL night. We all know she has a habit of taking in strays… there’s no doubt maria became a cop because of liv… maria would have reached out TO HER about her graduation, not the other way around…

Velasco getting actual screen time finally. I do have to say, im back on my Velasco bullshit…

LOL. I know it was unintentional but the harshness of velasco’s knock on the door killed me.

4 hours of law and order is too much. Im getting bored and this is the show I actually like. I think imma start skipping Toronto cause mothership does hit some days

If this girl has a good enough lawyer she could easily get off on an insanity type plea… tbh this episode would’ve been way better on criminal minds. That would’ve been bad ass.

This episode is almost over and we got absolutely NO closure on the maria thing AND we didn’t get to go to court. Im OVER this fucking show man lol

Liv being back in her bac nail polish era is bomb though

Fin doesn’t strike me as a scotch guy… this is weird..

Okay… liv is really not okay. Like this girl needs support, she needs proper and regular therapy, she needs a break from work. Go home and spend time with your son instead of drinking cheap wine alone in a bar? Also while we’re talking about drinking alone after work being all sad, can we touch on the fact that her mother was an alcoholic, and that was what *killed* her… this is incredibly worrisome and I doubt we’re ever going to touch on it/get it fleshed out like we should…

Okay we at least got some maria closure. Thank you.

OC time!

Jet *attempting* to control stabler, woof. At least someone’s trying loooll

This bitch is so dead

Part of me feels like its bullshit that se wouldn’t know any of this about her own brother, but also I never talk to my family so…. LOL.

Fuck he’s creepy as shit

There is NO WAY THAT TINY MAN IS THE SAME SIZE AS ELLIOT

The fact that it took THIS long for someone higher up to question his anger/trauma/etc affecting his job is wild.

THE BARTENDER IN ME IS FUCKING DYING. I had a PHYSICAL reaction to that conversation.

“you’ve never had a long island ice tea?!” “I don’t like ice tea it’s too bleh” guy promptly orders two to prove that theyre good? THERE IS NO ICED TEA IN LONG ISLANDS

Cragen’s really just gonna be in the last second of this episode isn’t he?

Everyone: proper ear pieces

Jet: nah. Air pod.

I really thought that stabler was gonna be missing for a like, a good chunk of time with no one knowing.

OHHHH right! The foil he found in the bathroom garbage and immediately licked… right… I forgot about that. Now the question is who it belongs to…..

#law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit #law and order spoilers #spoilers #live watch

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lil-stormcloud · 3 months

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sun.06.sep

most stressful week of my life

this week was both so much happened, you know my new friend? my BEST friend named calista? well turns out she killed someone this week… and she asked me to help her haha!! i refused of course (she wasn’t too happy about that) i didn’t want to hurt pretty paula

after she killed pretty paula she took a photo of the grave and posted it to her tumblr, i dont know what to do now, i dont know anymore, my first real friend killed someone because they didnt like them, but its fine, its fine, its fine.

im terrified cali will get caught, like the murder was bad but she doesnt deserve to go to jail… right? i dont know what to think im so confused by everything

enough about calista and her killing people!! lets talk about my week

i stayed home from school all week because i didnt know how to react to cali killing them, i didnt want to have to react… im talking about calista again oops haha

anyway dusty the cat showed up like three times this week and ate some food i left out back for him, i think hes becoming more comfortable with me (i hope he is i really want another friend, one who wont kill people, even if its just a cat)

mum wasn’t at home much this week so i didnt even have to fake sick to stay home, im kinda worried for where she’s been and i KNOW she wasn’t at the office (not that she ever really goes to the office) because she doesnt work on weekends and she wasn’t here today or saturday

idk whats going on in my life i just want friends and people who i can TRUST, and of course i trust calista.. and my mum.. but they are stressing me out and being reckless

im used to it. its fine.

im used to it.

thats all for today, just a summary of this week, haha i feel sorta nauseous, ive been feeling nauseous for a few days

- Lexxi

edit!! i just remembered some good news, i got the job at the corner store!! im so excited my first day is tmr on monday :)

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crowtheflame · 6 months

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The Scars We Share: The Lost Footage of Showfall's baby bird (chapter 1: part 2/4)

+As Rose walked in the office she saw a man with a black and red jacket, long light brown hair tied back in a half man bun. "my love" Rose said softly catching the man's attention, his brown eyes widened "Rose!..its been so long..how long?-" he started "two years Hetch" she spat, "your daughter is in there, i reccomend hiding your face...she hates you for leaving" she continued. "dont you mean You hate me for leaving" he tilted his head grabbing something out of his pocket, "yes! i mean me of course, she always asks me if you're coming home...it annoys me" she said angerly "i left because you got on my nerves woman, i should have taken Crow but i didnt want you to fuck this up" he explained "tell me Rose...how many meals has she had? be honest now because my staff bot has a recent status on her and she said that Crow looks smaller.." he added, Rose went silent "very well, im sorry 'my love' but im keeping my baby girl here" he said as he covered Rose's mouth and stabbed her neck with a pocket knife, he sliced her neck a bit till she went limp, a staff bot stood near with their blank expression shown on the mask but a bit of shock hidden under it. "hide her...feed her to Security" Hetch said eying the drone "yes sir" they replied with a strong accent, they walked over to the body when Hetch grabbed their arm "if Crow asks about Rose being missing simply say that she had an 'issue' and needed to work on it" he said "and what she notices how many days have passed?" they asked him, "then you tell her". the drone looked at him and took their mask off to show their concerned expression "sir i do not wish to tell a young girl her mother was killed, it is not right she is far too young to mourn a death" they said as they moved a stray curl of their hair out of their hand "Ura my dear, just say it in a kind tone, and dont say Who killed her..got it?" Hetch smiled at the drone who sighed "as you wish...but i will Not cause a little girl to hate life.." they said softly "of course my dear" Hetch smiled+

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bourtothehokage · 4 months

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I wanted make this story for months just for some werid reason.(Btw i don't own bourto or naruto)

It was normal morning it was 8am ready for training for bourto and sarada they went to their team and they started but did sarada something was gonna happened today far from her normal days like usual.They were throwing but she felt a sharp pain in her stomach she groan Whispered to her self ''My stomach killing me' 'she said with her eyes twitching but she needed carry on she knew needed to train her shargian like usual even land attack at her father Sasuke.As bourto asked her ''Are you feeling okay sadara seems like your stomach hurting a bit'' i said ''Im fine bourto Okay?'' she said but bourto questioned her again ''Are you sure tho'' but sarada looked pretty fed up this time ''IM OKAY BOURTO STOP ASKING ME THIS SILLY QUESTION'' As she gets home sakura says ''hey sweetie have good day today?'' sarada said ''Not really my stomach hurts a bit its like sharp pain in my lower stomach'' she said she walked to her bedroom and feels a wet sticky sensation between her legs her mom comes in sakura ''Hun i think we needed to talk'' she said i said ''mom am in trouble'' she said not at all sadara i saw there was blood on your dress. and i know whats happending darling.

Part 2 Soon.

Omg imagine Sakura is out on a mission and Sarada gets her period and only Sasuke is there?

If there is a sight Sasuke is familiar with, it’s blood. If there’s one that he’s not prepared for, it’s his daughter curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor, crying and surrounded by bloody tissues.

His first thought is that she’s injured herself while training, and he doesn’t spare another for anything else besides picking her up and flying through the house at breakneck speed.

The front door slams shut behind them, and Sarada’s cries intensify to shrieks. With a burst of speed, Sasuke makes a beeline for the hospital with his precious burden.

Sakura’s gone, out on a mission, but Tsunade’s bound to be there, probably napping at her desk. And it’s to her office that he points his body as he rockets through the air across the rooftops.

-x-

“What the hell is the meaning of this, Uchiha?”

Now into her sixties and unceremoniously woken from her nap by the sound of her office door exploding off of its hinges, the former Hokage is even more ornery than usual.

The Uchiha’s eyes are full of a mixture of anger and agony as he sets his daughter gently down on the sofa off to the left of the giant desk.

“Papa, I’m fine,” she insists, wiping her tears.

"You’re not fine,” he retorts tersely, “I found you crying and covered in blood.”

Tsunade watches their exchange silence, perfectly-plucked eyebrow raised.

Every line in the older Uchiha’s body reads extreme tension and concern, while the younger girl radiates embarrasment.

“I said I’m fine, Papa,” she snaps, folding her arms tightly across her chest. Her lips press into a thin line, and she looks as though she’s in pain and liable to burst back into tears at any second.

Sasuke is taken aback by her outburst, she’s never spoken like that to him or Sakura before. Lost, he turns to Tsunade, who is studying Sarada with a critical eye.

“How old are you, baby girl?” She coos gently.

“Eleven,” Sarada mutters, eyes locked on the floor.

Tsunade pulls something out of her desk drawer and then moves to sit beside her near-granddaughter on the couch. Putting an arm around her gently, she asks, “Is this your first time?”

Sarada nods, a tear escaping down her cheek. “Momma explained it to me.”

Tsunade nods understandingly. “So you know what’s happening.” She rubs Sarada’s back soothingly as she starts to hiccup.

“It just hurts a lot, more than I thought it would-” at this Sasuke becomes alarmed “-and when I tried to put the tampon in, I couldn’t do it right and I got blood everywhere. I’m sorry!”

She wails and buries her face against Tsunade, who holds her tightly and makes comforting sounds. She glances up at Sasuke, who is frozen in confusion, his mismatched gaze flitting from her to his daughter rapidly.

Cooly, she orders, “Uchiha, go get some chocolate ice cream and a heating pad.”

His face twists in annoyance. “I don’t see what that’s got to do with-“

“DO IT NOW,” she barks, not having lost her aura of authority from her days leading the village.

With a scowl, Sasuke leaves, throwing a backward glance at Sarada, who’s now curled up against the blonde woman’s side.

-x-

When he returns thirty minutes later, he finds the Godaime and the Uchiha heir snuggled up under a blanket, watching a movie on Tsunade’s laptop. Sarada is giggling as the older woman points out the ridiculous flaws in whatever romantic comedy they’re watching.

He wants to be angry at whatever foolishness Tsunade is filling his daughter’s head with instead of healing her, but Sarada is smiling and laughing, all traces of blood and pain gone.

Handing Tsunade the bag of goods, he turns to his little princess. “Are you alright?”

Sarada nods and eats a spoonful of the ice cream. “Tsunade-nee-chan gave me some medicine and the cramps went away.”

“Cramps…?”

He glances at Tsunade, who’s smirking and shaking her head.

“Still clueless about women as usual, Uchiha. Your daughter’s becoming a young lady. She’s started menstruating. You do know how that works, right?”

Sasuke turns green at the thought.

Tsunade’s mouth curls in a wicked grin. “If you can’t handle it, Sarada can stay with me until Sakura gets back.”

Sasuke narrows his eyes at her and lifts Sarada into his arms carefully. “That won’t be necessary. Are you ready to go, Sarada?”

She yawns and nods, laying her head against his chest and closing her eyes. Sasuke nods his thanks to Tsunade and turns to leave.

"Oh, Uchiha,” she sighs, “what are you going to do once she’s ready for sex?”

She swears she sees the threat of death in his eyes, and he can hear the ringing echo of her laughter all the way down the hall.

#80s #black cats #cute #pets #margot robbie #sarada uchiha #faniction

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soobprised · 1 year

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My Star ★ WIP!!!

TXT’s Hueningkai x fem!reader x TXT’s Yeonjun

⚠Warnings: Swearing, bullying⚠

This is fiction, none of this is real nor do I see any of the members like this

THIS IS A TEASER !

It was just the second day of school and already some poor soul was getting messed with. Some preppy jock with jet black hair pinning this poor blonde kid. The blonde guy didn't look necessarily scrawny, and he was fairly tall so the chances of him fighting back and winning probably wasn't that low.

“If I see your face again...” This large jock dude then started whispering in the guys ear. The rest of their one-sided argument then became more personal and quiet.

My locker....hmm..31...32....33...ah finally 34. you mumbled to yourself as you try and locate your locker.

the poor blondie must have the locker right under mine. I don't have time for this, I have to get to class, i'm not exactly a pro at calculus.

“Excuse me dude, could you move please?” You tap the larger guys shoulder impatiently. The jock backed off from the blonde and turned around. “Excuse me? And who the fuck are you?”, you sighed and poked his chest with your index finger and pushed him away leaving him stumbling back, The blonde quickly moved to the side, causing the athlete to knock back onto the locker with a harsh thud! “Hey! who do you think you are?” The jock moved to the side and tried to play it off like he didn't just bash his body against the harsh metal of the lockers. The blonde kid continued towards his locker, gathering his stuff. You ignored the jock and spoke to the damsel in distress.

“You almost done?” The blondie just stared at you puzzled. “Wha-? Huh?”

“Your locker is under mine, I need to get to class.” You point out dumbly. “Oh! right, yeah sorry.” He quickly gathered the last of his things, but as he did, the jerk shoved him forward making him fall face first into the metal locker with a bang that sniped down the hallway. Now everyone passing by or gathering their things from the lockers were staring.

Now you were beyond pissed, because what the fuck is his problem? Is he a fucking child??

You quickly get in behind the blonde and shield him from the jock. Your arms crossed; adrenaline was so intense you swore you could have killed this guy then and there. “Dude, take a hint? Fuck off, leave your fucking issues at home.” You yelled. The jock bent down with a sly smirk. “Yeah?” He bit his lower lip and continued. “And what are you gonna do about it doll?”

And that was how you ended up in the principal's office. Sitting in between the same two that ruined your morning. Get this reader, you'll never believe which one has the black eye.

“So, Yeonjun, you want to explain your side of the story first?” You look over to the jock, So this is Yeonjun? It makes perfect sense that the schools siren is this guy. He was beautiful but his personality was just foul. I cant see how every girl just slides into bed with him like it was a honor. Actually I can, not all people look for other traits besides attractiveness.

Yeonjun rolls his eyes and looked away from everyone. An awkward silence surrounded everyone as we stared at him. “Welp...y/n? I don't suppose you'd be kind enough to share why he has a black eye wouldya?” You groaned and threw your head back. Could this day get more annoying? The ticking of the grandfather clock in the far right corner of the room did not ease your mind one bit either.

“He was messing with blondie over here”, you motioned to the blonde and the principal interrupted you. “His name is Hueningkai.” You sighed. “yes, Hueningkai, this jock-” the principal interrupted you again, “Yeonjun”. Now you were more than annoyed, you had to physically rub your eyes to try and ease your nerves. Then the blon- or Hueningkai spoke up. ‘Oh wow, he has braces?’, you thought to yourself as he spoke. “Im sorry sir, me and Yeonjun were just having a small argument and y/n just needed to get her stuff from her locker that was above mine. Its my fault I shouldn’t have made Yeonjun mad...” Hueningkai bowed his head in shame and fumbled with his fingers. The principal just nodded with a “hmm”.

“what the hell?” You threw your hands in the air. What is up with this guy? Why is he sticking up for an asshole like Yeonjun?

“Y/n! You will not use that language in here!” The principal yelled at you. The tense air made both Yeonjun and Hueningkai stare at you in bewilderment. You stood up in a rage. “No! Yeonjun was being rude to Kai!” You pointed at Kai and looked over to him. His eyes were wide in shock, he couldn't imagine standing up to the principal like this. He also was shocked you called him by his nickname rather than his full name. Your eyes looked back to the principal, who was also shocked but still kept up his professional persona. “All I did was stand up for him!” The principal slammed both his hands on his desk and his gaze pierced yours and you felt yourself flinch back. “He has a black eye!! His parents could sue!!! Now you better decide on apologizing or else your parents will tear you apart y/n!.” You crossed your arms like a child and looked away. You fell back onto the seat. “And knowing your reputation y/n...” The principal sat back down and wiped the sweat off his brow and sighed. “Apologizing probably isn't in your nature, hm?” He raised his brow to you and you only replied with a scoff. “That's what I thought...now...”, he leaned forward and waved his hand in the air to get the three of you to listen.

“I have decided on making you three attend counseling after school from 3:00-4:30, I just have to call your parents for consent but i'm sure they will be fine with it.”

Oh great....

#soobin #tomorrow x together #txt angst #txt beomgyu #txt ot5 #kpop fanfiction #txt x reader #beomgyu angst #huening kai x reader

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martianmoon · 1 year

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Sam and Max: Handbook

“hey, winter, could ya lighten up a little?”

NO, LMAO

hey gang :D i’m back on my bullshit with a continuation of this and this, because im so attached to these two absolute DORKS that i cannot stop writing about them. my lovely pal @oswaldepic has already warned me to start writing fluff LOL and i promise i will!! eventually :)c

premise: “sam nearly loses max on one of their first missions back as a crime-busting duo, the two of them argue their way back to the same page and sam comes to a realisation”. they’re making progress... ;)

rated T!! for Talk about your feelings!!! (and one tiny mention of blood)

🐶❤️🐰

Sam’s sure he’s already experienced the worst possible pain of his life - until he sees Max sprawled in a heap, gun barrel pointed right between his ears.

The fury is almost nonchalant in its familiarity, which should, maybe, scare him. It doesn’t. He moves on autopilot, sprinting towards the culprit - some bum with half a mind to rob a bank and the other half, well--missing, as far as he’s concerned - and swinging a right hook hard enough to crack the man’s jaw.

The criminal staggers and drops the gun with a yowl, which rouses Max from his momentary stupor - just in time to see the perp stumble away as Sam fusses over him.

“Max! Max, snap out of it--c’mon, wake up!”

“I am awake--Sam!” The lagomorph struggles against him, livid. “Quit messin’ with me and let’s get after that guy!”

Relief floods his body so fast, Sam’s head spins. He’s alright... not hurt, not--not dead, alright... “Forget about that, he’s a nobody--”

“You’re joking, right?” Max pulls a hammer from somewhere, waving it dangerously close to Sam’s nose. “Why’d you let me bring this if I’m not even gonna get to use it--?!”

“Leave it alone, Max!” It comes out harsher than he wants and he regrets it immediately. When the other man only stares at him, Sam raises both palms with a sigh. “C’mon, he’s gone--there’s no catchin’ up with him now. Let’s just--let’s go, alright?”

“You’ve gotta be--”

“Max.” A warning. “We’re done here. Get your ass in the DeSoto; I’m takin’ us back to the office.”

The way Max regards him - jaw clenched, eyes narrowed - sinks his heart like a stone.

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The drive back is silent. Every so often Sam glances over to see Max staring out the window, arms tightly crossed, and even if he wasn’t a detective he’d know the look on that face.

Sam scowls at the road. Let him be angry. Little idiot coulda been killed...

Too close for comfort. He shakes his head and buries the thought in the darkest corner of his mind, focuses on getting them home safely instead of indulging in a little wreckless driving, like he knows Max would prefer. He still hasn’t said anything, and maybe right now that’s for the best. Sam isn’t sure they’re ready to talk about it, just yet.

They make it back to the office in one piece, but the tension is worse: an exposed fuse ready to spark. Max makes an immediate beeline for the bathroom before Sam can even protest, slamming the door behind him with a muttered ‘Be right back’. Anger pricks in Sam’s chest and he breathes through it, counting upwards until he hears the latch click. By the time Max finally stomps back into the room, expression stormy, Sam’s slipped into his Noir persona - jacket stripped, tie loosened, forearms bared and shoulder holsters in full view.

They lock eyes, and he sees Max hesitate. He’s playing dirty, knows how much the lagomorph enjoys this look, knows he likes the way that boosts his ego - but Sam isn’t doing it to tease, this time. He folds his arms, frowning.

“We’ve gotta talk, Max.”

The other man’s hackles raise instantly. “What’s there to say, Sam? You overreacted--”

“Overreacted? You were nearly shot--”

“Like I haven’t been through worse?” He glares. “You wanna count the number of times I’ve been thrown, squashed, dropped, ran over--”

“Cut it out.”

“--fried, nearly sliced in two and, oh, yeah, blown up--”

“ENOUGH.” Sam jabs a finger, teeth bared. “This was different, d’you understand? That guy wasn’t Goddamn messing around, Max, he was gonna--”

“What, shoot me?” Max scoffs. “And that’d be a wild change of pace how, exactly?”

“I can’t talk t’you like this, you’re being totally irrational--”

“Irrational, me?!” Max lunges forward and YANKS Sam down by his tie, Noir spell broken. “You let the perp get away, Sam--!”

“And you weren’t killed!” He snaps. It has the desired effect - Max goes still, tie slipping free. A familiar guilt creeps up Sam’s throat but he forces it down, balling his fists. “He got away, yeah - another scumbag walkin’ around New York City for some other poor schmuck to deal with. But you--you--”

“I’m fine.” Max crosses his arms like before, glowering at a spot near Sam’s foot. “Except for where I didn’t get a chance t’beat some guy down with the hammer I specially brought--”

“You’ll get over it.”

“Is this really how it’s gonna be now, Sam? I can’t just--I’ve gotta ask your permission to bust every two-bit punk we see?!”

Sam snarls, instinct. “It was one lousy job, alright? There’s a million other crooks and lowlifes in this damn city and not a single one’s worth losing you over--”

Ah, shit. Shit. He swallows when Max’s attention snaps upwards, ignoring the other man’s wide-eyed look. He clears his throat. “Listen, I was--what I’m saying is--”

“Sam.”

“Shut up, melonhead. Don’t even start.”

“Sam.”

“Knock it off!” He doesn’t know why he’s suddenly so upset, but the fear usually just simmering at the back of his mind lately lances through him, cold and hard and ugly. An image of Max, this Max--my Max, he’s mine--lying in a tangle of limbs and shiny, wet viscera flashes unbidden, and Sam nearly heaves.

When he comes to his senses, he’s slumped in his chair with Max perched on his lap.

“Hey.” The lagomorph reaches for him, gently pats his cheek. “Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Ngh. I knock myself out, or something?”

“I--I dunno, you kinda just...” Max flails his hands, brows wrinkled. “Went, for a second. I had t’catch you.”

Sam snickers, in spite of himself. “Bad luck, little buddy.”

“Now you knock it off.”

Max’s fur prickles against him, but Sam knows that tone, by now. ...scared. For me. He lifts his head to see Max staring up at him, heart stuttering at the look of concern there.

He winds an arm around his waist, voice soft. “Hey. I’m okay.”

“Tch, coulda fooled me,” Max accuses, but doesn’t resist being pulled against Sam’s chest. His fingers find the tie again, tugging as he frowns. “Don’t--you can’t just say stuff like that and disappear, Sam.”

“...I’m sorry.” He is. “I didn’t mean to, I just--”

“And you gotta stop fussin’ over me. I can take care of myself.”

Sam doesn’t bother fighting the wave of nausea that brings, closing his eyes as it rises and falls. No, you can’t. You can’t even be trusted with a kid’s toy--you need me lookin’ out for you. Who’s gonna do it, if I can’t? Who’s gonna keep you safe? Nobody knows you like I do, nobody loves you like I do--

He bolts upright with a start, nearly toppling them both.

“Sam!” Max slings both arms around his neck with a yelp. “I thought you said you were tryna keep me alive!”

“I--” Sam grips the arms of the chair hard, mind racing. Love. Love you--I--I love--oh, God. I love him, I--

“I swear--” Max rights himself and flops back into his lap with a huff. “You save me from getting turned into Swiss cheese, then nearly kill me by throwin’ me from a chair--”

It’s snarky but fond, a clear attempt at making peace - and it occurs to Sam that once again, against all odds and in spite of everything they’ve been through, in direct defiance of the pain, and the hurt, and the misery... he is in love: inexorably drawn to the one person who knows him like no one else, cracks him up like no one else, makes him feel stupid and brave and the happiest he’s ever been all at once, a feeling that squeezes his insides until he thinks he could burst.

Could just be the hoagie I had for lunch, he thinks weakly, but--no. No. He knows this feeling, the fear and the impossible joy, like the notes of his favourite song.

“Aw, jeez. You’re monologuing in your own head again, aren’t you.”

“Shut up, bonehead.” He pulls Max into a hug, ignores the half-hearted bite at his shoulder. Love. “Just... would you promise me you’ll be more careful, next time?”

He swears he feels the moment Max goes to make a quip, then doesn’t. Instead, smaller arms tighten around his shoulders, digging in hard... like Sam is the only thing keeping him rooted to Earth.

Max’s voice is quiet. “...sure thing, Sam. I promise.”

#sam and max #freelance husbands #sam and max freelance police #angst #hurt/comfort #my fic #okay the next one will be #GOOEY #i just love working their feelings out :'C

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