#jacob black drabble

[bruisedboys]

trouble — jacob black

it’s raining and you’re bored. your boyfriend proves to be an effective distraction (if you can distract him, that is) OR in which jacob is busy and you like to cause trouble. based off this drabble!

jacob black x fem!reader, 2k words. suggestive content 16+ pls!!

The rain is unforgiving today. It’s not uncommon for it to be wet in Forks, the rain a persistent, stubborn thing, but today it’s horrendous. Heavy and icy cold, big fat droplets that seem sure to pierce your skin and freeze you to death. It hasn’t stopped since last night and doesn’t seem like it’ll stop for a good few days.

You’re bored out of your mind. You realise rain just comes with living in Forks, and you’re mostly used to it, but you’d really wanted to go shopping with your friends today and the rain squandered your plans the moment you woke up. Jacob’s busy working on his bike in the shed, and everyone else is rained in. You’re stuck on the couch at Jacob’s while the rain comes down in sheets outside. You flick through channels on the TV until you can’t stand it anymore. There’s nothing good to watch, anyway.

You grab one of Jacob’s jackets from the hook by the door and brave the rain, using the jacket as a makeshift umbrella as you jog your way over to the garage, shoes sloshing in the mud.

You find Jacob sitting on the beat-up wooden bench, hunched over his newest project. It’s a bike he found second hand at a yard sale — when he first got it, it looked to you an unrecognisable hunk of metal, hardly a bike at all. But your boyfriend has a way with his hands, and now it at least has two wheels and a proper seat.

Jacob looks up as you come in, though the sound of the rain completely covers your footsteps.

“Hey, trouble,” he says. Then, at the look on your face, “You okay?”

Your frown deepens. “No,” you shake your head. “I’m bored, Jake.”

Jacob chuckles. Trust him to laugh at you when you’re clearly suffering.

“Yeah?” He asks. “You want to come help me?”

You take one look at the frankly confusing array of tools around his feet, and wrinkle your nose. “No, thanks. Can’t we go for a drive?”

Jacob wrinkles his nose back at you. “I’m busy, babe. And the road’s slippery, it’s dangerous. Maybe later.”

You roll your eyes. He can be such a grandma sometimes. Jacob goes back to his bike and you wander around the shed looking for something to do and moping. After a half assed search for some way to entertain yourself, you find an old novel you or Jake must’ve left in here a few months ago — you remember starting it and getting bored, but you’re already knee deep in boredom with no way out, so you decide to give it another try.

You sit in the bed of Jacob’s truck where it’s parked in the back of the shed, legs swinging over the edge. The rain drums rhythmically above you as you start reading. It takes about ten pages for you to get bored again, and five more for your mind to start wandering.

You think about how you could’ve been out shopping right now. Looking at all the lovely dresses in the new store they opened near the cinema. Sorting through books at the second-hand bookstore. Choosing a pretty new bra that you know Jacob would love seeing on you, and taking off of you. The thought gives you an idea. Unceremoniously, you give up on the book and slide off the truck bed, crossing the room to Jacob.

He doesn’t lift his head as you come up behind him, but acknowledges you with a brush of his knuckle to your thigh. You stand over him for a moment, watching him work. He looks hot when he’s concentrated, eyes trained in on his work, jaw set in concentration, arms muscles straining as he twists a particularly stubborn screw. He’s got big, strong hands, which only fuel your desire even more. What’s the best way to drag him away from his work?

“Did you want to help?” Jacob asks without looking up, interrupting your thoughts. You’re lucky he doesn’t catch you staring, or he’d figure out your plan in an instant.

You shake your head. “No. I’m just watching you.”

Jacob hums and goes back to what he’s doing, which happens to involve a lot of strained muscles as he tightens another loose screw with a wrench. You’re holding your breath as you watch his tanned bicep strain beneath the fabric of his t-shirt, and yeah, you’re a minx, but he’s really hot, and you don’t think anyone would blame you for reaching out and touching him.

Jacob doesn’t startle under your touch nor does he acknowledge it. You play it off casual, like you’re only rubbing his shoulder, palm gliding over the hill of it. You can feel his abnormally high body heat through his t-shirt, a nice change from the cold air. You find yourself pushing your hand down the expanse of his shoulder blade and up again, pressing the heel of your palm into his muscle.

Jacob sighs a little under your touch and rolls his shoulder back, leaning into your hand.

“Feels nice,” he murmurs.

You grin. This far into your relationship you’ve learnt that Jacob is a lot like a puppy when it comes to physical affection — he’s a total sucker for it, he melts for shoulder rubs and back scratches, and he turns to complete putty in your hands when you play with his hair (though you won’t implement that just yet.)

Instead, you just hum softly, smiling to yourself as you press both hands to his shoulders. He’s equally warm and muscled all over, and at this point it would take a hoard of vampires to hold you back from touching him. You get a good grip on his shoulders and push your palms into his muscles, massaging him.

It’s mean, because you know what it’ll do to him, know exactly what kind of mood it gets him into. Still, it’s not until you start to push your hands further up towards his neck that he confronts you.

He turns to face you, a knowing look in his eyes.

“Did you want something, sweetheart?” He asks, and you can tell you’ve begun to unravel him by the way he says it, plus he’s called you sweetheart, which almost certainly means he’ll give in.

You feign innocence, though the look on his face almost unravels you.

“Nope,” you lie. “Just watching.”

Jacob raises his eyebrows at you. “You sure? You’re being awfully touchy.”

“You’re really warm,” you say, shrugging.

Jacob squints at you, then shrugs. “If you say so,” he says, and (looking like he’s exercising quite a bit of restraint) turns back to his bike.

You stay where you are and give him about five minutes of peace before you start being cruel. Keeping one hand at the base of his neck, you slide the other up the back of it, pushing up into his hair. You card your fingers through the short strands at the very nape of his neck, and Jacob goes very still. You think he’s holding his breath. When you push your hand further up into the longer strands, and let your nails drag over his scalp on the way back down, he folds.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he murmurs. He drops his tools, scrubs his hands on his jeans and spins on you, hooking one leg over the wooden bench, straddling it so he can properly face you. He‘s giving you a dangerous look that makes your heart race. Finally.

You blink at him, a picture of innocence. “What’s the matter?” You ask sweetly, though you know your smile gives you away. As if you weren’t caught red handed already.

Jacob huffs and rolls his eyes, before grabbing your hips and pulling you forward roughly. You go tumbling into his lap and he catches you, hands hot on your jeans, adjusting you until you’re properly sitting in his lap. Your legs fall on either side of his hips and you giggle, pleased and flustered at his manhandling.

Jacob gives you a somewhat disapproving look, though his thumb rubs fond circles into the fat of your hip.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” He says in a low voice. His eyes flicker to your lips. He looks a bit like he wants to eat you.

“Sorry,” you say. You are kind of sorry for disturbing him, but the heat building in your chest outweighs the guilt. “I was really bored.”

Jacob laughs through his nose. “Yeah, I know, babe.” He spread his hands over your hips and butt and pulls you closer still. Your hands end up on his shoulders again. “You always know how to get what you want, huh?”

Something about the way he’s talking to you makes you so dizzy you can’t speak. You’re silent as Jacob dips his head to press a kiss to one of your wrists, then takes it in his hand and guides your hand up his neck and back into his hair.

“Keep going?” He asks in a quiet voice, encouraging your hand around the back of his head. “Please?”

Well, when he asks like that, how could you say no? You curl your fingers into his hair and Jacob barely gives you time to breathe before he’s kissing you, mouth landing on yours in the sort of kiss you can only describe as desperate. You’re equal amounts of needy as him, pushing forward in his lap and grabbing at his hair with greedy hands.

The rain thunders overhead. Jacob tilts his head, kissing you until your lips part under the pressure. His tongue slips into your mouth and your stomach swarms with butterflies. You grip Jacob’s hair harder, ensuing a sound from him like an angry dog, half moan half growl. It seems your touching earlier got him in exactly the mood you knew it would.

It’s not long before his hands start to wander. First your ass, then your arms, rubbing up and down as he kisses you hard enough to make you forget where you are. Then back to your hips, and you can feel the scalding heat of his hands through your jeans. He grabs you and tugs you further up his lap, close enough that your legs spread as you press against his bulge.

“Jake,” you whisper.

“Mmm,” he moans back. Then pulls away just an inch, lips swollen and forehead pressed to yours. “What, babe?”

You shake your head, breathless. “Nothing, just feels nice when you do that.”

Jacob ducks in to kiss you again. “Yeah?” He murmurs between hot kisses, sounding both pleased and a bit dangerous.

You nod your head, and it’s all it takes for Jacob to rock you against him again, pushing his hips up into yours as he goes. You moan and Jacob makes a similar sound from the back of his throat, heating you all the way through.

It quickly turns into not just kissing after that. Jacob’s kisses turn sloppy. You push your hands under his shirt to feel along the ridges and planes of his chest and abdomen, his skin like a furnace. Jacob guides your hips forward and back and forward again, grinding you against him slowly and breathing hard into your open mouth.

You forget about the rain, the pounding of your heart much louder than the downpour outside. You forget about the cold, your failed shopping trip, and the boring book abandoned in the bed of the truck.

It’s not long before Jacob’s got his hand on your thigh and a warm ache sweet as honey has bloomed between your legs.

Jacob’s busy kissing at your neck, bullying your skin with his teeth and tongue while you go breathless. His hand trudges further and further up your thigh until it’s high enough to abuse the waistband of your jeans.

His hand roves along the length of it, until he reaches the button. He tugs at it, mumbling into your neck a barely intelligible, “Can I?”

You nod vigorously, and your breath catches as he unfastens the button — his thumb skims over your underwear and you make a needy sound you can’t help.

Jacob emerges from your neck, smirking like mad. You’d say you hate him for it, but his thumb is tracing the hem of your underwear and you can’t speak.

“Not so bored now, huh?” Jacob teases in a low voice, but he’s out of breath too. You’ll tease him later for how quickly you managed to unravel him, but right now you can’t form more than two words.

“Shut up,” you manage, then make sure of it by pressing your mouth to his again.

He shuts up.

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[toweranne]

Title: “Don’t pretend”

Pairing: Jacob Black x Reader

Genre: Romance / Flirty / Steamy

Setting: His garage, late at night, La Push

Word Count: 645

📌 This is a work of fiction written by me. Reposts, copying or translations without credit is not allowed. Please be kind — creators deserve respect. 💌

— 🔞 Contains suggestive content and mature themes. All interactions are consensual and written for entertainment purposes only. Read responsibly.

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The air was thick with motor oil, pine, and that unmistakable scent that was just Jacob — earthy, warm, intoxicating. You sat perched on his beat-up workbench, legs swinging, the hem of your shorts riding up just a little higher each time he glanced your way.

He was leaning under the hood of his rebuilt Rabbit, shirtless, his bronze skin glowing under the harsh fluorescent lights. Muscles flexed with every twist of his wrench, sweat trailing down the line of his spine as he worked.

“You keep staring like that, and I’m gonna start charging you,” he said without looking up.

You smirked. “Charging for what? The show?”

He finally glanced over his shoulder, a crooked grin spreading across his face — cocky, wild, dangerous. “Damn right,” he said, wiping his hands on a rag before tossing it aside. “Premium view. I should at least get a tip.”

You tilted your head, letting your eyes roam slowly over his body — the tight line of his abs, the tattoo on his arm, the unmistakable heat in his gaze.

“I thought you liked me watching,” you teased.

Jacob stepped closer, every movement smooth and predatory, like a wolf circling prey — except you weren’t scared. You were aching.

“I do,” he said, voice lower now, rougher. “I like it a lot.”

His hands found your thighs, large and hot against your skin as he stepped between your legs. The energy shifted — electric, magnetic. You felt it hum through you, pooling low in your stomach.

“You always wear these little shorts when you come over,” he murmured, his fingers sliding just under the hem, knuckles grazing the inside of your thigh. “Is that for me?”

“Maybe,” you breathed, trying not to squirm under his touch. “And if it is?”

His grin deepened. “Then I guess I owe you a thank you.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing your neck — not quite kissing, just hovering — warm breath ghosting over your skin. His nose trailed up to your ear, and you felt the soft press of his teeth against your lobe.

“Thank you,” he whispered, low and sinful.

You couldn’t stop the soft gasp that left your lips. One of his hands moved to your lower back, pulling you forward, flush against him. You could feel everything — the heat of his skin, the unmistakable tension between your bodies, the raw desire that radiated from him like a furnace.

“Jake,” you said, your voice shaky now, but your fingers had already found his waist, sliding around to his back.

“I’ve been trying to be good,” he growled, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck. “Trying to take my time. But you make it so hard, baby.”

Your hands traveled up his back, nails lightly scraping his shoulder blades. “Maybe I don’t want you to be good.”

Jacob froze for half a second. Then — gone. The leash snapped. He crashed his lips into yours, hot and hungry, devouring your breath like he couldn’t get enough. His hands were everywhere — your waist, your hips, sliding beneath your shirt, skin to skin.

You moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound greedily, pressing you back onto the workbench. The tools clattered, forgotten. All you could feel was him — the fire, the weight, the need.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, pupils blown wide, lips swollen. “You sure?” he asked, voice rough, almost shaking. “Because if we do this…”

He didn't finish the sentence, but the promise in his eyes said enough.

You bit your bottom lip, fingers tugging him closer by his belt loops. “I’m not scared. I trust you.”

Jacob smirked. “Good.”

He kissed you again — deeper this time, slower — and when he spoke next, his voice was nothing but a rumble in your ear.

“Because tonight, baby… don’t pretend you didn’t come here hoping I’d ruin you.”

[ghettogirly]

How would Armando react to you doing the Tim tok challenge that goes it 7pm Friday it 95 degrees.. please do this if u could

𝟕𝐏𝐌, 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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-> synopsis: you decide to do a tiktok prank on armando.

-> format: drabble.

-> theme: fluff w/ a little bit of suggestive.

-> warnings: mature language.

-> authors note: hope you enjoy!!! 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 🌸

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The sky grew dusk as nightfall grew over the city of Miami. Laying in your shared bed with Armando, each of you was doing your own thing. Coming back from a heated mission, all he wanted to do was to be cuddled up next to you and chill. Both wanting a peaceful night.

Well, that’s what they thought.

“¡¡Cúbreme de mierda!!” Armando screamed into his headset as his fingers frantically pressed the buttons on the ps5 controller, trying to capture the flag of the opposing team. “Todos ustedes son tan inútiles.” The male spoke as he got sniped from the opposition who was hiding in a building, placing his controller down gently before shouting out of anger.

“Babe.”

“lo siento amor.”

2 more hours went by. constant shouting and loud echos bounced off the floor at Armando paced up and down the room while stomping, shouting at the screen to his friends. “¡¡Maldita sea, revíveme!! ¿Qué estás haciendo?” Pointing at the screen , the mexican’s face was slowly turning red in anger at not only the frustration of his team’s incompetence but also the disbelief of it all.

You was used to it all. He mentioned this is how he liked to “de-stress” after missions, yet it did everything but that.

Nevertheless it was funny. He acted exactly how he did in missions , like he did in the video games. Always showing the same energy. His friends shouted back at him, not understanding Armando’s complaints or tactics, raising some of their own before they got shut down by the stubborn male.

They were always loud to the point where you could hear their voices through your man’s headset.

“¡Escúchanos Armando, tus tácticas son horribles!” His team exclaimed.

“My tactics are-“

And then the arguing started again. However, in the end they won the game. After everyone finished praising each other, Armando turned off his playstation and climbed into bed with you, kissing your forehead delicately as a way to apologise again for his outburst during his gaming sessions.

“Sorry babe.” The male whispered, kissing your cheek. Smiling at the comfort of his touch, you just turn to him. “You know i’m used to it already babe.”

Clicking his tongue, the male just turned back forward before shaking his head while slightly chuckling. Embarrassed by his own outburst as he recollects what happened 30 minutes beforehand. Reaching for the remote, Armando began to flick through the movie selection on his fire stick on the shared tv that hung on the middle of your white wall. LED lights were decorated around the tv, syncing with the background of the movie or show playing on the screen.

Scrolling through tiktok, you was bored. A collection of hair, cooking and funny videos made up a multitude of your for you page. Your eyes eventually landed on a specific video where girls pranked their boyfriend with this sound. Playing it lowly while turning on the captions, you watched the video secretly so Armando couldn’t hear.

“I’m so doing this..”

After a couple minutes, Armando finally found a tv show to watch and settled in bed. Flicking on the reality tv show called “Perfect Match” where reality influencers come on the show to find love ultimately and win money. Both enjoying trash tv, each episode you commentated and gave your thoughts. With Armando laid next to you sucked into the TV, you thought it would be the perfect time to do the prank.

Clicking the start button, the sound started playing.

You lipsynced along to the words, being a bit skeptical of how your man was going to react.

“It’s 7PM, Friday,

It’s 95 degrees.

I ain’t got no nigga,”

Slowly turning the camera slightly onto him, you saw Armando give you a death stare. Looking up at you confused. “You got a man the fuck?”

Not being able to lip-sync the rest of the sound, you burst out laughing. The video quickly coming to an end. Watching it back, you started laughing again, watching how his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Babe, it was just a prank.” Laughing while slapping his chest.

He was unfazed. Looking up at you with a nonchalant look, however, something was up in his eyes.

“Babe?”

“Te voy a mostrar que tienes un hombre.” He lowly expressed before attacking you with kisses and throwing the covers over the both of you.

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[🌸] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

“¡¡Cúbreme de mierda!!”: Fucking cover me!!

“Todos ustedes son tan inútiles.” : You all are so useless.

“lo siento amor.”: sorry love.

“¡¡Maldita sea, revíveme!! ¿Qué estás haciendo?” : Fucking revive me!! What are you doing??

“¡Escúchanos Armando, tus tácticas son horribles!” Listen to us Armando, your tactics are awful!

“Te voy a mostrar que tienes un hombre”: I’m going to show you that you got a man.

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[reader-lola]

The first meeting

A sneak peek of my story about Jasper and Lottie. I'll show you one of my favorite scenes, the first time they exchange words. I hope you enjoy.

As I'm leaving biology class, I spot Alice Cullen in her locker in the distance. So, determined to embarrass my sister and return the bad feeling, I decide to approach her.

"Alice, sorry. I don't know if you remember, I'm your Spanish partner…"

"Charlotte!" she yells, interrupting my speech and sticking her head out of her locker. "I'm so glad you came over to talk to me. I was looking forward to running into you again. How were classes?"

"Um, good, thank you. I'm glad to see you too. I came here mainly to ask about your brother. Bella noticed him not being in biology, well, and in the cafeteria, and well, she asked me if he was sick or something."

"Oh, Edward." Her gaze flicked for a second to her locker door, which was still open. "Well, yeah, he's fine. He had to take a quick trip for family reasons, nothing to worry about. He'll be back soon." He'll be glad to know you asked about him.

"Well, I'm glad," I reply as she finally closes the locker door.

The doorbell rings in the background, but my ears aren't focused on it. I turn my attention to Brother Hale, who was standing next to Alice and whom I hadn't been able to see yet because of her locker door.

"Oh, Charlotte, I haven't introduced you. This is…"

"I'm Jasper Hale, miss. It's a pleasure to meet you." A southern accent permeates his manly voice. I feel my legs tremble for a moment before a peace, hardly in keeping with the bundle of nerves invading my body, washes over me.

His hand reaches for me, and it takes me a few seconds to realize he wants me to give it to him.

"A pleasure. I'm Charlotte, Lottie, Charlotte Swan."

My voice breaks as I feel his cold, strong hand wrap his fingers around mine.

"I hope to see you again."

"That's right, Jasper. Lottie will be home very soon. We have a movie we both like to watch."

I heard Alice's voice chattering in the background, but my eyes remained fixed on her brother's warm gaze. My hand grew colder as it separated from his, but a trace of tickling remained.

"Lottie, we have to go, but we'll see each other soon. I have to introduce you to the rest of my siblings."

Alice's arms wrap around me; I force myself to do the same, unaware of the farewell.

"It will be an honor to see you at my house soon, Miss Swan."

I watch the two of them walk away, she skipping slightly and he standing as erect as a gentleman. I only manage to utter a few words that are lost in the crowd.

"Lottie, call me Lottie."

[diaphene]

. aftermath

remus lupin x fem!reader

cw nsfw . ig ooc young remus . maybe?

remus slowly losing his mind weeks after losing his virginity

he understood it now

he understood why his parents were so adamant about who he was hanging out with, when.. and where.. why they were so strict on him focusing on his studies... and his studies only. ''and remember... no girls.'' he would sigh, then agree, for the one millionth time, bc this conversation was routine without fail

ah, so this is why

it was everywhere

you were everywhere

he honestly almost had forgotten about his condition.. zoning out in every class, not taking any notes. the teachers voice just a low hum in the back of his mind. the only thing giving him a fighting chance was the headmasters pass due to his.... ailment. he felt so guilty taking advantage of it in this way, but his darker side telling him after all we've been through, you can let this one time slide, you deserve it. he was terrified to realize that he did not seem to care about flunking. maybe somehow someway he would still manage to pass, even being so terribly behind

he definitely had changed.. james and sirius could tell. they would tease him every now and then, but remus didn't even notice to begin with. the only thing on the forefront of his mind, was you. he clung to you in the great hall, wanting to be as close as possible.. agitated at the fact he couldn't take you right then and there (even though you two had already met extra early that morning..). logic leaving him ages ago, he suggested you two skip lunch and sneak one in before next class. you weren't having any of it

days after it happening, you were sort of the same way, always wanting to be around him.. but in no way did it compare. weeks had gone by...

he needed help. professional help

but who the hell could he turn to?

seems this would just have to be another thing he would have to weather on his own

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[sukunasmuse]

Money is the reason we exist..💋

╰─▸ ✯𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩.!🌸

-TWILIGHT:

Jacob black:

-THE KISS: F! Reader // Reader is in love with Jacob though he is infatuated with Bella though it’s unrequited love between Jacob and Bella but throughout the story Jacob realizes reader is what he wants.

-JUJUTSU KAISEN:

Toji Fushiguro:

-Those Mornings: F! Reader // Reader has to get up early for work but Husband! Toji and their son megumi had different plans.

Kento Nanami:

-Goodnight: F! Reader // Reader saw the TikTok trend where they call their exes at night to randomly say goodnight but ended up conflicted.

-OUTER BANKS:

-Under construction! :)

-MY HERO ACADEMIA:

-under construction! :)

[moncheriia]

sweet - bella x jake

|| a/n : this drabble is to satisfy my jella cravings and in honour of my return to my twilight phase, i apologise in advance if the characters are a bit ooc !!

unedited…

pov: jacob black.

extra: jacob imprinted on bella, bella actually gets therapy!!!

After a long day of patrol, I was finally ready to come home to Bella. Well, not really, we didn’t really have a place of our own, yet, and the pack always comes back to Sam and Emily’s place before splitting off from there. Her blueberry muffins are our last sweet treat to burn off as we go our seperate ways. But, with Bella to accompany Emily, and not to mention they are the best of friends now, maybe we could expect another sweet treat.

“Man, I am craving for Emily’s food right now.” We were all running back to the house when Paul opened up our shared telepathy space. From the minute we started heading back, we all collectively shared an air of silence. It was fair considering that at the end of every patrol, all of us wanted to go home and rest.

“Me too. I am dying to get my paws on her muffins. Or better, her chocolate chip cookies.”

“Ooh, don’t get my stomach growling even more, Seth.” Embry teased our youngest member to the pack, and our wolves flicked their snouts to reflect our light-hearted giggles. Our paws were busy taking us back to base, and to be honest, I was ready to transform back and finally walk on my own two feet.

“What about you, Sam? Are you missing Emily?” Seth asked, his nimble and flexible legs were able to keep up with our eldest alpha. I saw his head turn to his direction before I heard a small scoff from Sam.

“Are you kidding? I miss that woman like crazy.” Except me and Seth, the rest of the guys only groaned in annoyance. With me imprinting on Bella and having to deal with my uncontrolled love-sick thoughts about her, they have to deal with two wolves that would take all day to describe why they love their imprintees. And honestly, it’ll take me a whole week to even get halfway.

“Not as crazy as Jake-y boy over here.” Paul bickers, and I only rolled my eyes at him. The two of us have a love-hate relationship with one another. It’s kinda like; I’m not gonna leave you out in the woods while dying a slow and painful death, but I’m also not gonna take your bullshit while I’m already annoyed at you.

“I wish I could imprint on someone.” Seth comments. I turn to his direction and despite the moonlight being covered by tonight’s clouds, the sparkles in his eyes were still evident. It was a collective agreement with the group that we will teach him and tell him anything he wishes to know. He was only fourteen when he phased, the boy deserves to know everything.

“Your time will come.” Sam’s deep and brotherly voice responded before his wolf playfully bit his side, and Seth whined in shock. The rest of the guys laughed at their interaction, truly giving the ideal relationship between the eldest and youngest. “What makes you want that though? You’re still, practically, a baby. Even Leah would agree.”

“He will always be a baby to me. That’s my brother.” Leah, who ran behind us, connecting herself to the mind telepathy space and we all chuckled. All of us were aware of her over-protective tendencies over Seth, and if it weren’t for me being an only child, I would probably be the same.

“Seth probably thinks that because he’s been watching Jake and Bella.” Quil teasingly called out. Seth woofed at his direction, probably his way of telling him to stop saying anything else. Even though he didn’t say anything, the rest of us could sense that he was embarrassed. I was more-so interested by that newly heard fact.

Quil’s wolf caught up with mine before telepathically informing me, “Not just you but also Sam and Emily. Honestly, I think the boy is a huge romantic.”

“I am not!”

“Ooh! Who brought this upon you, Seth-y?” Paul shifted his attention in annoying someone from me to the younger wolf, and I think it is a collective agreement for the rest of the group to do the same thing too. All of us, except for Leah who was laughing from the back as she watched, began to sandwich the poor boy as he was squashed on both sides. Even I partook in this. Who am I to miss out on teasing Seth?

“Guys! Oomf-”

“Haha! Seth has a crush~” Embry teased in a singing-tone, and the rest of us began to chant that same line like there was no tomorrow. I could basically sense Seth’s ears going completely red, it might as well colour his entire face too.

“Guys- oh my gosh.” Leah had to stop herself from laughing before announcing that we were only a few metres from base, so we all had to eventually let the boy go and stop the bickering. It’s a shame. I always enjoyed it when our group would tease the younger, either as a whole or individually. Whenever he was with us, it was as if he brought the sunshine with him; we couldn’t help but smile and laugh contently.

Finally, we arrived at the front of Sam and Emily’s humble abode before we all chose our respective trees and transformed back. All of us went out from behind the tree one by one, and just when we were about to enter the house, Seth came back, but not as a human.

“Seth? What’s wrong?” Sam asked protectively. We were all still connected to our mind telepathy. “You can’t phase back?”

“Yeah…” He responded sheepishly, his head hung low in embarrassment. The group turned to give a look at one another, pitying the fourteen-year-old who was still trying to get a grip about the entire ‘we-can-turn-into-wolves-actually!’ situation. I can’t help but soften my gaze at him.

If it weren’t for the sweet, sweet melody of Bella’s laugh that erupted within the house, I would’ve helped the entire group help Seth phase back. However, the instincts of being her imprint, but more importantly, her boyfriend, I was more desperate to see my woman. I didn’t waste any time to drag my feet towards the house despite the quick protests of the rest of the group, probably rolling at my eyes when they figured out I was going to Bella.

I was a few steps into the kitchen area when I heard Bella and Emily’s contended laughs in the living room. A plan to scare my girlfriend came into mind and I was about to cheekily fulfil it, but a certain conversation came through my ears which halted my steps.

“Jacob. He makes you happy, doesn’t he?”

Oh, now this is a conversation I definitely want to eavesdrop. Bella let out a sheepish giggle when the air between them fell silent before she slowly gathered her words.

“If it weren’t for Charlie suggesting the idea to go to Jacob’s, and building that death bike,” The two girls scoffed light-heartedly as I smiled like an idiot. I remember those days. I’m glad they didn’t remain a memory. “…I would probably still be in the same mental state that I was a few months ago.”

I couldn’t help but frown at that comment. It was a rare occurence for Bella to let out some heartfelt words, and to be quite frank, I’m kinda upset that I’m physically not in the room where this is happening. I would expect myself to be the person she would go to for anything emotional. But, to be fair, this is Emily. She has a gift in letting people open up about themselves. Sam was right, she would make a great mother.

“Jake- he…” She starts off, “He’s… incredible. He makes me feel everything, something I wasn’t able to do before because I was so- numb to emotions. Even with this whole imprint thing, I don’t feel physically chained to him, unlike a certain guy…”

“Who, Edward? Really?”

“Yeah.” She scoffed. I hear her smiling in her tone, but I only know that’s her way of coping with the severity of her past experiences. “It wasn’t until I took therapy that what I had with him was not ideal. It was a… very controlling relationship. An imbalanced one too, what with- him being a vampire and I’m not.”

“I see, but Jake’s a werewolf. I think you and I both agree that they are on the same level of supernatural beings.”

They share a laugh before Bella continued, “Yeah, well, the only difference between them is that I don’t feel pressured to become a vampire simply to be his equal. With Jake, werewolf or not, he embraces me. That feeling of inferiority isn’t there. We’re both learning, together.”

Don’t cry, Jake. Don’t cry, you idiot! Gosh, this girl makes me feel grateful by just breathing the same air as her.

“And plus,” I hear her add, “I love him. A lot.”

I couldn’t help hide myself behind the wall anymore. With a stiffled grin, I revealed myself and leaned my tattooed shoulder against the frame of the door, my arms crossed as I admired my girl. She and Emily were sitting on singular sofa chairs, both busying themselves with embroidery. Their chairs face one another as the coffee table held a tray of steaming tea and a plate of two cookies.

Bella must’ve sensed someone behind her as she saw Emily grinning behind her, and she turned around. Gosh, she is beauty. Her pushed back brown locks made her facial features more visible, the paleness of her skin bringing out the darkness in her lashed eyes. She was breath-taking.

“Jake!” She called out my name, excitement laced around her tone as she gently placed her embroidery on the sofa chair and ran to me, her arms wrapping around my thick neck as I graciously wrapped mine around her hips. We shared a contended giggle as we finally reunited for the day. Her shampoo was intoxicating, her whole scent was in general. “You’re back. How was patrol?”

“Same old. Nothing out of the ordinary.” I responded, only summarising my day because I couldn’t be bothered to think about what happened when I have my beauty right in front of me, wrapped within my own grasp. “And how are you? I’m sorry you had to be left here. And Emily too.”

I heard Emily scoff with a smile as she came up to us from behind, “Now that I’ve got Bella with me, my days have been moving way too fast for my liking.”

“Tell me about it. It’s as if the hours have shortened.” Bella commented and the two girls shared a giggle, their eyes turning into crescents to reflect their happiness. It was endearing to witness, how Bella is so involved and invested with my own community. She fits right in. “Oh yeah, where are the others? How’s Leah?”

I let out a soft grin, “You care about Leah and not the other wolf boys? How caring of you.”

“Yeah, well, she’s the one who have to deal with your loud cackles.”

“What was that about making fun of us?” Paul’s voice boomed into the house and immediately ran to the direction of Bella’s voice. “I see you’re getting bold now, girl. Come here!”

The rest of the pack entered the main space of the house where a plate of chocolate chip cookies filled the space of the round table in the middle, while Paul and Bella had their occasional fight-offs. Of course, I would always keep my eye out on Bella considering Paul’s uncontrollable strength, but judging by their faces and the way how he holds himself back, I think I can extend my trust out to him.

“Is this you holding yourself back because you’re scared of me, huh, Lahote?” Bella pressed Paul’s buttons, but she knew the real reason as to why he had to do so. Sam laid a brotherly gaze onto the two kids as he munched down his chocolate chip cookie.

“Alright, alright. Don’t go overboard on her, Paul.” Emily calmed the two of them as her right arm wrapped around Bella’s shoulder, and her left arm wrapped around the side of her waist. He only rolled his eyes in an entertained manner before his arms went to snatch four cookies. “These last few patrols don’t have anything to report. Does that mean you guys can have a bit of a break?”

“Ooh, yes please!” Seth exclaimed, his eyes sparkling even more as his gaze turned towards Sam who was in the middle of chewing and savouring the flavour of his fiance’s baking. “Let’s go on a break! I wanna’ run around without having to look for danger.”

“Me too.”

“Me three!”

“I think it’s best if we go for one more patrol tomorrow night.” Sam’s booming voice filled the room, and the rest of the wolf boys groaned in tiredness. Even me. His eyes were only fixated on Emily as he provided her with an answer, “Just to be cautious. It’ll also keep me at ease to double-check.”

The pack stayed silent for a brief moment before Emily grabbed the empty plate that used to have two dozens of her cookies, her free hand placed on Embry in reassurance, “I’ll cook up a full meal for you guys IF you return in time for dinner.”

We all widened our eyes in excitement, even Bella who had witnessed the exploding flavours of Emily’s home-cooked meals. If we all drooled over her sweet, baked goods, then the idea of a full, savoury meal was enough for us to keep going throughout the entirety of patrol.

Sam caught the sparkles in everyones eyes and filled the entire house with his laugh, motioning his imprintee to come closer to him as he gave him a firm kiss on her forehead, “I guess we’ll be returning even BEFORE dinner hits.”

We all shared a light giggle before we all began to separate and get ready to go home. Emily made sure to say goodbye to Bella with a big hug, reminding her that her own embroidery piece will be right next to hers, waiting for her nimble fingers to work on it once again. I stayed behind Bella the entire time she and Emily made one last small talk before saying goodbye for the time, my fingers lightly scratching over the fabric of her top to physically remind her that I am here. After about a few minutes, the magical words of “goodbyes” perked my ears as I gently led Bella to the front door.

My left hand remained placed over the small of her back as our feet led us outside the house. We were the last to leave so Sam and Emily stood just under the frame of the entrance. As I opened the door for Bella into her beloved truck and did the same for myself, I saw Sam and Emily wave us off with warm smiles through the front window. I only smiled to their direction, focused on hitting the engine just right to keep it up and running, while Bella waved her wrists off as Emily did the same thing. It really was endearing to see their growing friendship.

Entering the road at night gave an eery yet calming atmosphere. The front light of the truck was our only light source yet having the windows down to hear the quiet sounds of nature gave us the right amount of peace.

Bella always made sure to snuggle up by my side as I drove her to her house, making sure to drop her off and seeing her safe and sound within the walls of her home. The rolled-down windows were no issue as my radiating warmth was enough to keep Bella from shivering. We didn’t bother to turn on the radio and switch it to the night channel where it mainly had soft rock playing, all we wanted was solace within each other’s embrace.

I put the clutch on brake when I smoothly parked at the side of the road, making it easier for Bella to enter her home as I opened her door as per usual. Taking her hand in mind, in fear she might slip on the drop down, she led me with a gentle tug towards her front entrance. She stood on the last step nearest to the door while I remained two steps below.

“Do you think Charlie will allow you to stay over again?”

“What, even though I just did last night?” I rebutted with a slight smirk, and we both shared a laugh at her attempt of convincing strict, old Charlie to let her boyfriend sleep over. It took a bit of convincing last night to even get a straight ‘yes’ from him, so I doubt tonight will be any different.

It was a cute attempt, though.

“Okay.” She says with slight defeat, hesitating to let go of our interlocked hands. Slowly, each of her fingers disconnected from mine before our index fingers were left, and I took this chance to sneak a quick kiss on her lips by pulling her in and keeping her steady with my hand on her hip. We both smiled.

Against our wishes, we pulled back and lingered in each other’s gaze before Bella turned her back and headed for the front door. I didn’t let her leave my sight until I heard the lock click from behind the house, then I left.

Oddly enough, with my wolf hearing, I heard rough footsteps going up towards the second floor when I hear my name whispered at the side of Bella’s house. Curious, I went towards the direction where I see my girl leaning outside her window, her hand waving frantically to me.

“What are you doing?” I ask with a giggle, but still making sure to not speak loudly in fear of Charlie.

“Oh Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou, Romeo?!” She recites the famous line from that tragic love story from oh-so-long-ago, and I couldn’t stop myself from bursting into laughter. I bend over forward with my arms clutching my stomach, and when I straighten my figure, she was still acting like she was Juliet.

“Oh Romeo, it wrecks my heart being without your absence.” She says dramatically, and as my heart strings tugged at her precious antics, I couldn’t help but to play along.

“My Juliet, being without you is like getting my soul ripped out of me! Oh Juliet, how I miss you already!”

This went on for a few minutes, exchanging dramatic yet heart-felt lines that scholars may confuse that it could be derived from the story. Never the less, we found amusement in this comedic antic before a certain figure walked out of the house and leaned against the side of the house.

“Jake.” He said my name in a tone that most parents say to their kids to get them to stop. No matter how old my physique makes me look, I will always quiver at the strict gaze of a parental figure. Embarrassingly enough.

“Yes, Charlie. I’ll make my way now.” I put my hands up in surrender, but before satisfying his wishes, I took one more look at Bella. She was already looking at me, the amusement faded from her eyes as sorrow was replaced.

“I love you.” I say.

“I love you too.” She responds.

And for the rest of forever, me and her will continue to say those sweet words.

[carewyncromwell]

Moody 🤝 Carewyn

Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody was a man who trusted just about no one. He'd seen his fair share of betrayal, deception, and self-absorption in his long career at the Auror Department, and it made him incredibly suspicious of others and paranoid about their intentions. And perhaps because of Moody's own iron-clad loyalty -- demonstrated most obviously in his service to Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix -- he was quick to presume that most people wouldn't share his world view and would be more inclined to look after themselves and their own goals, rather than the pursuit of justice.

It would be foolish to claim that Carewyn Cromwell was an exception to Moody's world view. Moody knew full well that Carewyn had her own goals that lived outside the realm of pursuing justice, even though she did pursue a career as a lawyer for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Carewyn was incredibly protective of her inner circle, to the point that she would put her work, duty, or just about anything else aside, if it meant she could protect them. She also had an overly nurturing, pacifistic temperament that made her greatly dislike the idea of fighting or causing others pain: even those who in Moody's view didn't need any such coddling. This, coupled with her pride and tendency to hold grudges, resulted in Carewyn refusing to join the Order of the Phoenix, instead only offering conditional assistance, which the steadfast Moody deeply disapproved of.

And yet on those few occasions when Moody and Carewyn collided during the Second Wizarding War, their conversations always seemed to end up oddly friendly, through all the cynicism and dryness.

"Well, well -- actually decided to show your face here, have you?" Moody said gruffly, upon seeing Carewyn sitting next to her brother Jacob at one of the Order's meetings.

Carewyn cocked her eyebrows. "I'm surprised you're not double-checking to make sure it's really me, Mad-Eye. Tonks told me to make sure I had multiple questions ready, just in case you asked..."

"No need to," Moody growled. "If you weren't you, then Jacob would've slammed you into the wall, Transfigured the wallpaper to bind you, and started violently interrogating you in an millisecond."

"Damn right," said Jacob, grinning mischievously at Carewyn as he lightly bumped his shoulder against hers.

Carewyn smiled a bit in response to Jacob's bump, only for her expression to become more wry as she again turned to Moody.

"And fortunately I don't need to ask you anything either, because your thoughts are just like they always are," she said. "As hyper-alert as a screech owl."

Moody gave a huff. "Don't let that fancy Legilimency talent of yours make you cocky, missie. Complacency is the last thing any of us needs..."

He settled himself down into a seat across the table from the two Cromwells, right between Arthur Weasley and Remus Lupin.

"Now then," said Moody brusquely, "may I take it that you were just as involved with this new 'Educational Decree' Fudge put out as you were with the others, Miss Cromwell?"

Carewyn pursed her scarlet lips slightly as she crossed her arms.

"Educational Decree Number Twenty Six was proposed by Dolores Umbridge alone," she said coolly. "But yes, Fudge did ask for my legal input on its wording."

Arthur looked incredibly dismayed. "Carewyn...the decree states that professors can't give their students information about anything other than their assigned subject! Such a rule effectively prevents Minerva, Filius, or the others from talking to Harry or any of our children about the War -- about the Order at all -- "

"I know, Mr. Weasley -- but there was nothing on the books I could use to deter Fudge," Carewyn said grimly. "Expression of one's beliefs is considered a privilege by Wizarding law, not a right...and although libel or slander against an individual person can be taken to court very easily, censorship of ideas overall is not so easily opposed."

Sirius scoffed as he crossed the room to take a seat next to Lupin. "Seems to me that Fudge has been doing both quite well, as of late. Or would you argue his attacks against Harry and Dumbledore through the Prophet don't warrant libel charges?"

"If you can find a qualified lawyer brave and foolhardy enough to challenge the most prominent newspaper in the Wizarding World in open court -- all while knowing that the Wizengamot would never convict them and that they and possibly even their family and associates would likely be the victims of retaliation, by the Minister or otherwise...then please, tap him for the position," Carewyn said darkly.

"Not to mention we'd have to have tangible proof Fudge orchestrated those attacks from the press in order to charge him with anything, rather than just our suspicions," Lupin said quietly.

"Well-founded suspicions," Jacob added coldly. "But they're right, Black -- the Ministry's got a choke-hold over Hogwarts, the Daily Prophet...the British Wizarding World itself. Fudge and Umbridge know it, so they're taking advantage of it."

"And they're taking advantage of it because they know that hold they have is really not that strong," said Carewyn. "The only reason Fudge and Umbridge have been able to do any of this is because most of the Wizarding World is so uninformed and there isn't anything currently on the books that would allow those few informed people to stop them. The only reason any of these Decrees and actions are going into effect is because they're not being questioned or challenged -- because the public at large is not paying attention, or just doesn't see any need for alarm."

Jacob, clued into Carewyn's thought process through their shared Legilimency, quickly agreed with her.

"So the Minister and his lackeys only have power so long as they keep the Wizarding World in the dark about what's going on -- just like how old Charles only had power over us, so long as we didn't know who R was or what their intentions were..."

Carewyn nodded. "Or had power over Mum, so long as she didn't think there was any way out. Remember, in her stories, she said she didn't see things clearly, back at the Cromwell estate. She said Grandfather curated everything there -- only let her learn what he wanted her to learn...what wouldn't contradict his beliefs or his way of doing things. Fudge, and Umbridge by extension, is clamping down so hard right now not because he's strong, but because he's afraid -- afraid of losing what little control he really has."

Arthur inclined his head to both Jacob and Carewyn.

"Yes, Fudge does seem to really have followed your grandfather's example there," he said. "The Wizarding World is supposed to have faith in their Minister -- to trust their vision and leadership, to follow their direction in difficult times. Unfortunately the key word in that sentiment is 'supposed' to."

"Right," Moody interjected gruffly. "And sadly most people are too stupid to question whether they should. Still, however trusting and complacent most people are, that doesn't mean Fudge isn't still terrified of losing their favor. If Fudge wants to maintain his position, he has to make it seem like he's in control. Like he's got it all figured out, and no one has to question him or his motives. But if the truth were to come out -- if the public were to know just how much he's been covering up this last year, about Voldemort's return -- "

Arthur and Carewyn both flinched at the name, but no one else at the table did.

" -- well, how much respect or authority would anyone give him, after that? Who would follow any of those people who chose to grovel under him?"

"Hence why that old toad Umbridge was so determined to shove that Decree out, right after the Azkaban breakout," said Sirius, his gray eyes dark with dislike, but his lips curled up with a slight, vindicated smirk.

"And why old Corny Fudge has been so desperate to push that dumb theory that you're behind it, and not the Lord of Moldy Shorts," Jacob added with a grin toward Sirius. "Honestly, reading all his blustering in the Prophet about those Death Eater losers 'rallying around you' -- I know your little gang had a lot of idiots fawning after you at school, Black, but come on, you lot always had some standards..."

Sirius gave a bark-like laugh. Lupin's lips had curled up in a slight wry smile too.

"However much of an obstacle Umbridge's new Decree might be," said the ex-professor, "I can't see the students of Hogwarts taking it lying down -- and our members certainly won't."

Carewyn nodded. "I knew that they'd be able to find some loopholes in the text of the Decree."

"For one, it only applies to paid professors," said Jacob with a mischievous grin. "The students still have access to Hogsmeade -- and Umbridge is only the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts, not the village."

"True," said Sirius, smirking as well. "I have to wonder if Umbridge didn't consider the portraits are still very willing and able to talk."

"The creatures in and around the school, as well," added Lupin. "I would hazard a guess that the house elves don't have much desire to help Umbridge enforce such a policy. Nor would the centaurs or merfolk, but I confess, they're less likely to help our cause..."

"What can be considered 'strictly related' to one's subject could also vary," said Carewyn. "For instance, the Disarming Charm, or the Shield Charm, or the Patronus Charm. They might be most often taught in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but all of them still fall under charmwork -- so there'd be nothing wrong with Professor Flitwick teaching them in his class, since Umbridge won't."

"Teaching such a spell in a formal lesson would also justify some context," Arthur pointed out, "especially the real-world variety..."

"I also noticed the wording talks explicitly about teachers giving the students the information," said Moody. "Leaving open the door for students to perhaps 'overhear' professors' private conversations with each other, or 'accidentally intercept' something written."

Despite his dry tone, his grizzled face betrayed the smallest flicker of a wry smile as he inclined his head to Carewyn, his blue eye swiveling up toward the ceiling on its own accord.

"You've definitely ingratiated yourself to Fudge well, Miss Cromwell, to not tip Fudge off to your true allegiance," Moody said brusquely, "but be aware -- you're playing with fire, working in this kind of espionage. Although I know your loyalty is ultimately with your brother, as it always is..." his blue eye swiveled between Jacob and Carewyn in a figure eight, "...it isn't easy for people to trust someone, after you find out just how well they can lie."

Carewyn frowned slightly, but still nodded.

"...I know," she said softly. She paused, before continuing, "...I won't ask for your trust, nor anyone else's, really. I know it's not easy to give -- it's never easy. But you know I love my brother, and you know there are other people I love whose lives would be under threat, if You-Know-Who returned. If their safety's at risk, I will lie as much as I have to. If people hate me for it, then so be it."

Moody reclined back in his chair slightly. Jacob took hold of Carewyn's shoulder and gave it a squeeze as his eyes narrowed upon Moody.

"You got a problem with that, you old codger?" he challenged him. "Go on -- if you don't trust my Pip, then say so!"

"I don't trust anyone, Cromwell," Moody said brusquely. "Your sister's no exception. But I'm not challenging her loyalties -- I already said flat-out that it's to you. I just want your sister to be very well-aware that her path won't make her many friends. Fortunately...she's more than responsible enough to accept the consequences of that."

He looked at Carewyn very seriously, with both of his eyes for once.

"It would behoove her, though, to have vigilance, while walking that path. Constant vigilance. Someone in your position could lie so much that they forget how to tell the truth."

He cocked his eyebrows a bit more sardonically.

"Especially when they're a stinking lawyer."

Carewyn couldn't quite bite back a laugh.

"Lawyers don't lie, Mad-Eye," she said coolly. "We just use facts that play to our advantage -- such as the fact that Aurors don't face consequences for lying to the people they've deemed suspects, the way we do -- "

"Convict the Dark wizards we arrest for their crimes, and then I'll listen to your grievances about my Department," Moody shot back as he got to his feet.

"Advise your old coworkers to give us actual evidence of their crimes rather than just shoddy intuition and forceful interrogations, and perhaps I'll get a bit more sleep at night, not having to do it for them," Carewyn returned in kind through a cool smirk.

Moody turned to go. "Feh! Who the hell needs sleep anyhow?"

Even as he said this, though, his lips were curled up in a small smirk of his own as he plodded out of the room, his wooden leg landing on the floor with thunks the whole way.

Friendship Drabble Prompt!

[hoetachi]

YOU KNOW GOOD GIRLS WHO DON’T COME OUTSIDE GET THEIR FAMILY TURNED? — E. (STACK) MOORE

drabble

➠ mulan’s input; what if stack turned your family function into a vampire kickback like the toxic ex he is. shout to homebody by rob49 that inspired this

➠ c/w: stack is just a silly toxic vamp ex

you sat completely zoned out, blood tacky all the way up to your elbows. your juicy tracksuit? done for. no amount of shout could fix this. ‘this for real can’t be happenin’ you thought, but hearing your kid cousins playing ring around the rosie around the dead mailman—while chanting "shabooyah roll call"—nearly made you bawl. half your family is undead and it’s all because of—

knock

knock

knock

you slowly raised your head and stared at the front door like it owed you money. this was the third time someone had come up trying to ‘sweet’ talk you into letting them in: “y/n you bein’ stingy cuz!”

“oh she think she eryka badu or some shit, wit’ her crystals and incense and shit”

“come let me in! it’s hotter than the devil’s nutsack out here girl!”

you pushed yourself up off the floor with a groan, bracing against the wall as you limped down the hallway—leaving a streaky, bloody handprint along your auntie’s once-pristine beige wallpaper.

bass thumped from outside, rattling the drywall like even the house was trying to escape. you placed a steady palm on the wood and said a small prayer before turning the tumblers of the lock and pulling the door open

there he was.

bloody lips wrapped around a blunt passed to him by one of your undead older cousins. stack looked you dead in the eye as he flicked the lighter to life, lit the end, and took a long, slow pull. when he exhaled, his head tilted back in bliss, like the chaos behind him was a beach day

another cousin fired up a bluetooth speaker on the porch, and stack let out a loud howl when the track dropped. “boy if you don’t turn that shit up!” he laughed, gold fang flashing before redirecting his interest back to you

“you done with that fake spiritual rage you get when mercury in gatorade or whatever the fuck you be talkin’ about” he asked, slowly sauntering toward the doorway, making you lean back more in the house. “even in death you ain’t shit” you muttered back shaking your head in disbelief “you turned half my family into your undead mini—”

he raised one finger—just one—and the urge to snatch it clean off at the knuckle almost made you leap at him. “hollon’ baby, my favorite part comin’ up” he announced with a glint from his gold fang,

“you my baby huh?” he grazed a tongue over his bottom lip, eyes half-lidded probably from the blunt. “you know good girls who don’t come outside get cheated on?” he smirked curling his fingers toward himself, beckoning like sin.

“i hope jacob black real so he can come eat yo ass,” you huffed, slamming the door so hard the frame shuddered

you heard him exhale dramatically on the other side, “you really gon’ let spend eternal damnation with mary ass?! y/n!? baby?!” he yelled from behind the wood, banging forcefully against it. you glanced at the busted microwave clock blinking on the half-destroyed counter. “2:03?” you muttered. “lord, please let his crispy ass burn by 7.”

[bruisedboys]

hallo! i loved your tmr fics and your ones for jacob n saw u were asking for reqs? ^^ was thinking about jacob if he would love back scratches or having his hair played with! like the way he’d melt…. ouagh

anon how did you know I’ve been thinking about exactly this!!!! he is merely a dog of a man

jacob black who’s a total sucker for physical affection!! he likes giving it (all the damn time, whether there are people around or not) but he loves receiving it. especially because it’s you who’s doing it!

he gets home from a long night of patrol and you’re already asleep in his bed — the sight of you makes his chest ache with fondness. he slides in next to you and you stir, “jake?” you mumble, half asleep but no less fond, reaching for him in the dark. jacob hums, “yeah it’s me, babe.” you curl into his side, kiss his shoulder softly and then your hand finds it way to his hair, carding through the strands still damp from his shower, scratching lightly at his scalp with the tip of your nails. you seem to do it without thinking, and that makes it worse, because you’re not even trying and you’ve got jacob’s heart racing. he melts and goes very still so as not to disrupt your affections. you both fall asleep tangled up with one another and with your fingers curled in the hair at the nape of his neck.

he’s sitting in a pack meeting at sam’s and he’s stressed, his patience stretched thin and seconds away from snapping. everyone’s talking over one another, no one can agree on anything, and he’s sick of it, he just wants to go home with you. then you appear behind him, and you must be able to tell he’s grumpy, because you push your hand across his back in what he thinks is a comforting rub, pushing the heel of your hand into his tense muscles. jacob melts and forgets to pay attention, worse when you start scraping gently across the fabric of his t-shirt with the very tips of your nails, scratching slow semi circles into the space between his shoulder blades. he’s pretty sure he passes out, or falls asleep, or something, because he forgets the rest of what happens in the meeting, and doesn’t utter a word for the remainder of it.

he’s sitting in the garage, busy working on his bike while it pours down outside, and you sidle up behind him, hands sliding over his shoulders. at first he thinks you’re just watching what he’s doing, but then you start pushing your hand over the dip between his shoulder and neck, and up into his hair. you might be doing it absentmindedly, but jacob doesn’t think so — you get bored when it rains (which is most of the time), and when you’re bored, you’re trouble. it’s only when you start twirling chunks of his hair around your finger that he gives in and turns around. “did you want something, sweetheart?” he asks, quirking a brow. you smile at him sweet as honey. “no,” you say, but you don’t give up, you just keep touching him until he can’t stop himself from dropping what he’s doing and pulling you into his lap, guiding your hands to his hair again while you giggle, then smothering your laugh with a deep, warm kiss. it turns into a full on makeout session — you get exactly what you wanted, though jacob would be lying if he said he didn’t want it, too.

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(I am 100% going to be expanding on that last bit because it deserves a proper blurb!! stay tuned hehe)

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╰┈➤ ❝ masterlist ❞

SUPERNATURAL ;

- Dean Winchester

perv dean . . .

hate sex with dean . . .

dean smut drabble . . .

older reader x dean smut drabble . . .

older reader x dean smut drabble pt2 . . .

jealous silly dean . . .

passionate car sex with a pathetic dean . . .

dadbod!dean winchester headcanons . . .

fucking dean dumb after a looong week . . .

male reader x dean drabble . . .

male reader x glasses!dean drabble . . .

even more hateful sex with dean . . .

dean’s a bit too big for you . . .

- Sam Winchester

dean winchester x male reader drabble . . .

dean thought you were dead . . .

sam being a total sub . . .

older reader x sam smut drabble . . .

sam with a biter bf . . .

fucking sam while he’s reading . . .

top sam winchester x male reader drabble . . .

- Castiel

cas really wants to please you . . .

male reader x castiel smut drabble . . .

male reader x clingy!castiel drabble . . .

- Andy Gallagher

- Robert Singer

- Crowley MacLeod

fucking crowley on his throne . . .

- TFW

smut headcanons . . .

tfw realize you’re their gay awakening . . .

- MSLNS

male reader x destiel drabble . . .

male reader x destiel smut . . .

HOUSE MD ;

- Gregory House

smut drabble (hj) . . .

frotting with house . . .

- Lisa Cuddy

male reader x lisa cuddy drabble . . .

- James Wilson

- Allison Cameron

- Robert Chase

denying the accusations whilst taking it up the ass (smut) . . .

soft sex with chase after a long day . . .

- Eric Foreman

THE WALKING DEAD ;

- Rick Grimes

- Carl Grimes

- Michonne

- Negan Smith

- Daryl Dixon

gentle sex . . .

- Eugene Porter

- Rosita Espinosa

- Maggie Greene

- Glenn Rhee

- Carol Peletier

- Gabriel Stokes

- Dwight

- Simon

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE ;

- Tony Stark

- Peter Parker

- Bruce Banners

- Thor Odinson

- Loki Laufeyson

- Steve Rogers

nsfw headcanons . . .

- Natasha Romanoff

- Yelena Belova

- Stephen Strange

- Wanda Maximoff

- Clint Barton

- Bucky Barnes

bucky wants you. he wants you, bad . . .

- Sam Wilson

- Wade Wilson

- Peter Quill

- Nebula

- Eddie Brock

- Matt Murdock

- Frank Castle

male reader x frank castle drabble . . . (PLOT.)

- Franklin Nelson

TEEN WOLF ;

- Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski

sex with Stiles . . .

- Scott McCall

- Melissa McCall

- Derek Hale

- Allison Argent

- Lydia Martin

- Isaac Lahey

- Jackson Whittemore

- Peter Hale

- Malia Tate

- Liam Dunbar

- Theo Raeken

- Christopher Argent

MERLIN ;

- Merlin

- Arthur Pendragon

- Morgana Pendragon

- Guinevere

- Lancelot

- Mordred

- Gwaine

- Percival

- Elyan

- Leon

STRANGER THINGS ;

- Mike Wheeler

- Nancy Wheeler

- Will Byers

- Jonathan Byers

- Joyce Byers

- Jim Hopper

- Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

- Lucas Sinclair

- Dustin Henderson

- Steve Harrington

- Eddie Munson

- Robin Buckley

- Maxine Mayfield

- Billy Hargrove

- Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov

ALL; stranger things headcanons . . .

GAME OF THRONES ;

- Ned Stark

breeding the fuck outta the lord of winterfell . . .

- Catelyn Stark

- Robb Stark

- Jon Snow

- Theon Greyjoy

- Sansa Stark

- Arya Stark

- Tywin Lannister

- Jaime Lannister

- Cersei Lannister

- Tyrion Lannister

- Tommen Baratheon

- Joffrey Baratheon

- Daenerys Targaryen

- Sandor Clegane

- Margaery Tyrell

- Brienne of Tarth

- Jaqen H'ghar

F.R.I.E.N.D.S ;

- Rachel Greene

- Phoebe Buffay

- Monica Geller

- Ross Geller

- Chandler Bing

sfw + nsfw headcanons . . .

- Joey Tribbiani

sfw + nsfw headcanons . . .

HARRY POTTER ;

- Harry James Potter

- Hermione Granger

- Ron Weasley

- Fred Weasley

- George Weasley

- Draco Malfoy

- Luna Lovegood

- Neville Longbottom

- Severus Snape

- Sirius Black

- Remus Lupin

FANTASTIC BEASTS ;

- Newt Scamander

- Jacob Kowalski

- Tina Goldstein

- Theseus Scamander

- Aurelius ‘Credence’ Dumbledore

- Albus Dumbledore

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE ;

- Jake Peralta

- Amy Santiago

- Rosa Diaz

- Ray Holt

IT ;

- Richie Tozier

- Eddie Kaspbrak

- Beverly Marsh

- Bill Denbrough

- Stanley Uris

- Ben Hanscom

- Mike Hanlon

DEAD POET'S SOCIETY ;

- Neil Perry

- Todd Anderson

- Charlie Dalton

- John Keating

SHAMELESS ;

- Fiona Gallagher

- Philip Gallagher

- Ian Gallagher

- Debbie Gallagher

- Carl Gallagher

- Liam Gallagher

- Mickey Milkovich

- Mandy Milkovich

SPIDER-MAN UNIVERSE ;

- Peter Parker (A. Garfield)

- Peter Parker (T. Maguire)

- Peter B. Parker

- Miles Morales (Earth 1610)

- Miles Morales (Earth 42)

- Miguel O'Hara

- Hobie Brown

THE BOYS ;

- John ‘Homelander’ Gillman

- Benjamin ‘Soldier Boy’ Hargrove

- Annie ‘Starlight’ January

- William ‘Billy’ Butcher

- Hughie Campbell

- Serge ‘Frenchie’

© godjustkys ©

[s9fti3]

Twilight Masterlist

Headcannons:

Emmett Cullen- Headcannons

Jasper Hale- Headcannons

Rosalie Hale- Headcannons

Paul Lahote- Headcannons pt.1, Headcannons pt.2

Seth Clearwater- Headcannons

Drabbles:

Jacob Black- Imprint

Jasper & Alice- First times 18+, Listen 18+, Cullen through and through, Overstimulation 18+

Emmett Cullen- Tall n’ Broad 18+

Oneshots

Jasper & Alice- Like we can 18+

Edward & Bella- Tag Team 18+

Emmett Cullen- I’ll be quick 18+

Cullen Family (mainly the girls)- Mr. “I’m the boss”

Alice Cullen- Shhh 18+

Jasper Hale- Try something new 18+

[reader-lola]

Twilight Saga

| ✧ Smut | ꕤ Fluff |

Sempiterno

[xoxpetals]

We don't get enough little fanfics and drabbles for sbg it's 4am and I felt like writing headcanons for fun !!

-Firm believer in wasian Ben.

-Ashlyn's an insanely picky eater and she likes apple juice

-Aiden broke his arm one time sitting on his bed trying to rip open a bag of chips he ended up hitting his arm on the wall and that was the first time he broke a bone

-Tyler's left handed (I dont know it makes sense in my head bear with me here 😕)

-Taylor's signature scent is Marc Jacobs daisy it was a birthday gift from her mom and Tyler and it's her prized possession she adores it

-Logan really likes The Hunger Games and watches it with Ashlyn (this one's self indulgent)

-Aiden HATES wearing slippers he says it makes his feet feel claustrophobic (???) and it mildly irks Ben

-Ashlyn likes big dogs and in her head she kinda pictures Ben as one??? Does this make sense??? It's four in the morning im so sorry

-Taylor likes barbecue flavoured Pringles and misses the old mascot dearly

-I think Aiden's a fein he's a teenage boy it makes sense in my head

-Aiden never ties his shoelaces and stresses everyone out and constantly forgets to take out his contacts before bed so they get dry and suction cupped to his eyes

-Ben sleeps with either a nightlight that barely does anything or in pitch black and he's the heaviest sleeper ever

-Ashlyn has a helix piercing but healing it was a nightmare because of dance and also how it kept getting caught in her hair

-Tyler does Ashlyn and Taylor's hair and helps Aiden with bleaching his when his roots are growing in

-Logan got a jellycat from the group once it was either a fat ugly-cute frog or the piece of toast

[faerieroyal]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ children born of fairy stock, never need for shirt or frock…

🧚🏻‍♂️ what/who i write for … 🧚🏻‍♂️

➺ golden trio era: harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, neville longbottom, fred weasley, george weasley, oliver wood, percy weasley, dean thomas, draco malfoy, theodore nott, mattheo riddle.

➺ marauders era: james potter, remus lupin, sirius black, poly!marauders, regulus black, lily evans, marlene mckinnon, dorcas meadowes, mary macdonald, evan rosier, pandora lestrange, andromeda black, narcissa black, poly!valkyries, frank longbottom, alice fortescue, poly!starchaser, poly!wolfstar.

➺ gilmore girls: jess mariano, rory gilmore, paris geller, luke danes, lane kim, lorelai gilmore.

➺ dead poets society: neil perry, todd anderson, charlie dalton, steven meeks, gerard pitts.

➺ criminal minds: spencer reid, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss, elle greenaway.

➺ marvel: peter parker (tasm or mcu), bruce banner, kate bishop, yelena belova (platonic, familial, or qpr requests only), bucky barnes, sam wilson, poly!sambucky, ava starr, loki laufeyson, druig, makkari, poly!drukkari, natasha romanoff, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, eddie brock, marc spector/steven grant/jake lockley, layla el-faouly.

➺ x-men: scott summers, jean grey, logan howlett, wade wilson, poly!deadclaws, hank mccoy, kurt wagner, alex summers.

➺ bridgerton: anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, penelope featherington, eloise bridgerton, simon basset, kate sharma, edwina sharma, poly!kanthony.

➺ dc: bruce wayne, harley quinn, jason todd, dick grayson, tim drake, damian wayne (platonic or familial requests only), barbara gordon, cassandra cain, stephanie brown, clark kent, wally west, barry allen, pamela isley.

➺ newsies: jack kelly, “crutchie” morris, davey jacobs, spot conlon, racetrack higgins.

➺ formula one: charles leclerc, carlos sainz, max verstappen, logan sargeant, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, lance stroll, mick schumacher, alex albon, george russell, esteban ocon, yuki tsunoda, zhou guanyu.

➺ nhl hockey: quinn hughes, jack hughes, luke hughes, nico hischier, william nylander, matthew knies, joseph woll, sidney crosby, leon draisaitl, jeremy swayman, brock faber, jake middleton, matt boldy, jamie drysdale, nick suzuki, cole caufield, arber xhekaj, juraj slafkovsky, matty beniers, shane wright, jared mccann, joey daccord, adam larsson.

➺ the hobbit (movies): thorin oakenshield, thranduil, kíli durin, fíli durin.

➺ horror: poly!ghostface (billy loomis & stu macher), jason voorhees, michael myers, daniel robitaille, carrie white, hannibal lecter, thomas hewitt, vincent sinclair.

➺ miscellaneous: phil wenneck (the hangover), goodnight robicheaux (the magnificent seven 2016), billy rocks (the magnificent seven 2016), tangerine (bullet train), roy kent (ted lasso), ted lasso (ted lasso), evan “buck” buckley (911), eddie diaz (911), poly!buddie (911), eggsy unwin (kingsman), joel miller (the last of us).

🧚🏻‍♂️ request guidelines … 🧚🏻‍♂️

reader preferences: any! i will write for male, female, gender-neutral readers. ♡

what i write: i will write one-shots, headcanons, little blurbs, and drabbles based on any of the prompt lists i have reblogged, for all the characters listed above! ♡

unique requests: please do not send me any requests you have also sent to other writers! i would like to keep requests sent to me as singular as possible. ♡

request types: there are a few characters listed above who have been marked for me only accepting platonic, familial, or queerplatonic requests for them. i ask that you respect this, please! ♡

content boundaries: anything that falls into darkfic territory (stalking, kidnapping, etc.), pregnancy, infidelity, i will write smut but nothing very kinky (no judgment, i just wouldn’t be any good at writing it). ♡

request manners: please be polite! i won’t ask for much, just a simple please or thank you! ♡

never want for food or fire, always get their heart’s desire. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[kiatheinsomniac]

𝓴𝓲𝓪'𝓼 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ please read carefully before requesting

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒:

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘: ⋆ :₊ no.1 rule of this blog: if you're under 16 then leave now. I'm not comfortable with anyone under that age interacting with my posts and I expect 16-17 y/o followers to heed to my MDNI tagged posts while here. ⋆ :₊ I will only be writing requests that I feel inspired by. ⋆ :₊ Please be patient! Writing cannot always be my priority. Also, I complete requests chronologically so first come, first serve!

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒: ⋆ :₊ headcanons for 1-5 characters at a time ⋆ :₊ drabbles, oneshots, twoshots ⋆ :₊ I love fandom crossovers too if you'd like to request those! ⋆ :₊ come to me with AU ideas too if you'd like!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: ⋆ :₊ SFW: male or female character x female or gender-neutral reader ⋆ :₊SFW: love triangles and 3-person poly relationships ⋆ :₊ NSFW: male or female character x female reader (simply because I find it too difficult to write gn readers into smut as it doesn't fit my descriptive style) ⋆ :₊ NSFW: love triangles, 3-person poly relationships, gangbangs/orgies of up to 4 characters ⋆ :₊ I will assume you're asking for a female reader unless specified otherwise

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒: ⋆ :₊ Give me some plot and/or a prompt to work with when you request something or else I won’t write anything. ⋆ :₊ If I have multiple requests that are the same or very similar in nature, I'll only reply to the one

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒: ⋆ :₊ female or gender-neutral readers for SFW works ⋆ :₊ CNC, dubcon, somnophilia, power dynamics, yandere, knifeplay

𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓𝐒: ⋆ :₊ I don't feel comfortable writing male readers ⋆ :₊ NSFW will not include gender-neutral readers ⋆ :₊ hyper-specific readers - a certain race, cultural background, personality trait, disability, etc. is alright but anything incredibly specific is something I take in commissions, not requests ⋆ :₊ I won't take NSFW requests from minors ⋆ :₊ non-con, explicit taboos (incest, minor-adult explicit relationships, etc.), unhygienic kinks such as piss/scat, cheating.

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 & 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Feel free to request fandom crossovers too!

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃:

✧ I will write for literally anyone (but pls don't overdo it with Jacob Frye)

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋:

✧ Any of the Dimitrescus, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Beneviento, Carlos Oliveira, Jill Valentine

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐖 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘:

✧ Elliott, Magnus, Sebastian

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓:

✧ Alhaitham, Arlecchino, Ayato, Baizhu, Beidou, Clorinde, Cyno, Dehya, Diluc, Dottore, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lisa, Navia, Neuvillette, Ningguang, Pantalone, Raiden Ei, Scaramouche, Thoma, Tighnari, Xiao, Yae Miko, Zhongli (more will be added as I progress in the game ♡)

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋:

✧ Aglaea, Anaxagoras, Argenti, Aventurine, Black Swan, Blade, Boothill, Caelus, Dan Heng, Dr. Ratio, The Herta, Jioqiu, Jing Yuan, Mr. Reca, Mydei, Stelle, Sunday(more will be added as I progress in the game ♡)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

✧ Sol

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑:

✧ Mr, Crawling, Mr. Silvair, Mr. Scarletella

𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐍:

✧ Any of the ainur/elves, Aragorn, Faramir, Haleth

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀:

✧ Alucard, Carmilla, Drolta, Hector, Striga

𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄:

✧ Howl

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒:

✧ Tomoe

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑:

✧ Sebastian, Undertaker, Snake, Ash/Angela, Charles Grey

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒:

✧ Dominique, Johann, Noé, Olivier, Vanitas

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓:

✧ Sherlock Holmes, William James Moriarty

𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒:

✧ Akiko Yosano, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Golgo. Osamu Dazai, Sigma, Yukichi Fukuzawa

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

✧ Brother Day

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