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tojisbbg · 9 months

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𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝

❝touch me, yeah, i want you to touch me there; make me feel like i am breathing, feel like i am human.❞

♡ gojo satoru ♡

a/n: since daddy’s home, you know i gotta write for him (yes i know i’m super late, cut me some slack).

a/n (cont.): pssttt, what do we think about a tattoo artist!geto smutfic? ;) lmk in the comments!!

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! <3

content: gojo satoru x fem!reader, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, brief mentions of suicide, smut, fwb to lovers, best friends to lovers, spoilers, not edited.

you don’t remember how all of this started.

was it his hands that went on your body first or your lips crashing onto his? the night where all of this began was nothing more than a haze in your memory. yet, the painful memories were stronger than any of the liquor that you both consumed, haunting you to the very end.

after the death of geto, you and gojo became more paranoid of losing each other. it was already painful enough that shoko has isolated herself to deal with this whole incident on her own, but, gojo couldn’t afford to lose you.

so, to cope and distract each other from all of this madness, you both sought pleasure.

whether that was through the gentle cuddles and caresses that you both swore had non-romantical feelings attached to having intense sex; no strings attached, of course.

“did you get the text from the higher-ups too?” you asked as you settled down the plated breakfast in front of gojo. the snowy white haired man nodded his head before taking a bite of the buttery toast.

“mhm, shibuya.” gojo’s words were slightly muffled as he tried to speak between his chewing. you let out a heavy sigh, playing around with your scrambled eggs.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, trying to get a good look into your eyes in an attempt to read you.

“that place brings back bad memories.” you bluntly responded, resuming to eat your breakfast as both you and gojo were already running late for the meeting. to be fair, it wasn’t your fault.

well, sort of.

you didn’t expect gojo to fuck you until nearly sunrise.

as fun as it is getting pleasured, it certainly is very tiring and draining. especially when having it with someone like gojo, whose stamina and sex drive is so high. long story short, the both of you were deaf to the blaring alarm that rang at eight; which led you both to finally wake up in each other’s arms at ten.

“oh.” gojo simply said, realizing what you meant. it was the last place both you and him last saw geto before he abandoned his old life. he could remember it as clear as day, you were only left with the option of getting on your knees to beg geto to come back.

that was the last conversation that you ever had with geto suguru, and gojo always refused to tell you geto’s last words.

“i just don’t get it. even after all this time, i can’t piece it together.” you balled your hands to fists, gritting your teeth in frustration.

“hm, and what is that?” he asked in curiosity.

“why did suguru leave? it makes no logical sense. i know that whole mission involving riko amanai and toji fushiguro took a toll on him, but, i didn’t notice any major warning signs.” you spoke, making gojo frown as he wasn’t in the mood to talk about his dead best friend this early in the morning.

“who knows?” gojo simply shrugged his shoulders before getting up with his finished plate to wash it. you followed him inside the kitchen, continuing your little ramble.

“hey, satoru. you were much closer to geto than i was, surely you guys shared info that he didn’t share with me maybe ‘cause i was a girl or something? i don’t know.” you tried to egg him further, but gojo was slowly getting irritated by your little pestering about something that was in the past.

“i told you before and i’m gonna tell you this once again, after that whole incident, suguru’s isolation meant that he didn’t speak to me either about anything. he left without a trace.” gojo sternly replied, wiping his hands with a paper towel as he went over to the sofa to sit. you groaned in dismay, not getting the answer you truly wanted from him.

“then who brainwashed him into believing all that nonsense crap he spewed?” you whined, gripping your hair as you were trying to work your brain hard.

“can you just drop it already? no one knows.” gojo snickered, but you didn’t budge.

“do you think he had some past connection with riko or toji?”

“most likely not and if it was something that had to do with toji then i would’ve known since i’m literally raising his son.”

“was it the higher-ups?”

“i don’t know.”

“maybe family problems? love relationships?”

“i don’t know.”

“was it us??”

“i don’t know, y/n! alright? i don’t fucking know, neither do you or anyone else! we’ll never know why suguru left because he’s fucking dead, y/n; and you need to learn how to accept that. so, please for the love of god, can you just drop it?!” gojo yelled, looking at you with a glare as your jaw dropped. he’s never raised his voice at anyone before, especially you.

you felt your blood boil, your face being replaced with an angry scowl.

“i think you’re the one who needs to learn how to accept it, you fucking piece of shit.” you spat, making his eyes narrow.

“what?” he questioned as his tone dropped. you bitterly chuckled before looking at him with sharp eyes.

“don’t act like you’re oblivious, satoru. you’re always running away from your problems and this is one of them. tell me, when was the last time that we both actually sat down and last talked about suguru, hm? not even related to his death, just about him. tell me, when was the last time?” your voice started to become higher as you yearned for answers to all your questions, wishing that you could express how much confusion you were forced to live in.

“...”

“answer me since you know everything, gojo satoru!” you bellowed, shaking him back and forth, only to receive nothing but silence.

“y/n, stop it.” gojo lowly spoke, his eyes not meeting yours.

“why?! i’ll tell you. it’s because all we ever do is have sex. any time that you feel sad or mad you’re at my door because you want to fuck me! am i wrong?! you have sex with me to ignore all your problems and it’s getting out of control, satoru.” you yelled, your body trembling with anger as you were so fed up with everything. you hated how things were, you just wanted your old best friends back.

and you hated these burdensome feelings that threw you in loopholes. these feelings being what you felt towards gojo. you knew that neither of you were mentally stable enough to get into a relationship and you weren’t sure if these romantic feelings were mutual.

so, you played it safe but being casual friends with benefits.

but, this was going to far. now that you look back it, you both were hurting each other more by letting all that grief, anger and sadness bottle inside.

“oh, so now i’m the problem, right? i killed suguru, i caused your fucking depression, i caused myself to become a sad sex addict, everything’s my fault! anything else you’d like to blame me for, y/n?” he accused himself, eyes piercing into your soul as you gasped.

“satoru, i never once blamed you for suguru’s death nor did i say you were the problem! i’m just saying that this is unhealthy, i’m just worried.” you tried to calm down and level with him so that you could tame the heated conversation.

“don’t make me laugh, y/n. i know that deep inside you feel some kind of resentment towards me because i killed suguru. but... you don’t say it ‘cause i’m the only one you have left.” gojo’s voice faltered, his lips thinning as he looked at his feet.

“the hell are you trying to say? that i’m using you? god, you’re so fucking full of shit, satoru!” you were in disbelief, not believeing what your ears were hearing.

“then what the fuck do you want, y/n? you’re so fucking confusing and it’s driving me insane. so, please, tell me what you want!” gojo grabbed a hold of your hands, eyes begging you to put an end to it.

“i need the truth. what was suguru’s last words, satoru?” you asked in a monotone, looking at him with a straight face. gojo’s face fell, your hands slipping away from his as he backed away.

“i already told you, even if it means that i’ll have to die, i cannot say what he told me.” he dismissed your question, making you bite the inside of your cheek.

“ugh! god, i hate you so much! why won’t you tell me?! i deserve to know because by the time i came it was too late! why didn’t you wait for me? you did this on purpose, you fucking jerk!” you continued to throw your harsh words at him, too blinded by your pain and anger to realize the heavy weight of your words.

“are you fucking dumb? he was already in so much pain, do you think i’d wait thirty minutes for you to come while he suffers from his injury? i put him to rest and so should you, y/n. suguru is dead, y/n, it’s time to wake up.” gojo said, his voice emotionless as he had nothing else left to say to you.

“stop treating me like i’m crazy!” tears streamed down your face, your hands going to the nearest item, which was the flower vase before you threw it on the ground; shattering it to pieces.

gojo’s eyes widened, quickly wrapping his arms around you to prevent you from hurting yourself.

“y/n, you are acting like a fucking crazy person! i can’t fucking bring him back to life, okay? so stop, please!” gojo struggled to hold you still, although you were a woman and smaller than him, your strength was very high.

“i hate you, i hate you, i hate you! i fucking hate you, gojo satoru! you took away my best friend, you fucking piece of shit! i wish you died instead!” you sobbed, feeling his body become stiff as his arms loosened around you.

you curled up into a ball on the sofa, feeling gojo’s weight being lifted from the furniture, before you heard the clicking sound of your front door closing.

if only you knew that would’ve been your last time seeing him, perhaps you would’ve done things differently.

maybe you would’ve rushed to the door to stop him from leaving.

but, it was too late and the damage has already been done. you can’t take back those words anymore and you regret it so much.

---

gojo satoru has been sealed for 1189 days.

it seemed that the world was going through the apocalypse. for the past three years things only went downhill in your life. truth be told, you don’t even recognize the person that you’ve become.

you’ve been spiraling down a very dark and twisted path. life just wasn’t the same as it used to be when you were just a stupid and silly teen who attended jujutsu high.

you lost so many people, those who were dear to your heart, people who you grew up with in this cursed world.

you weren’t the same.

there were times where everything just hurt so much, to the point where it felt like you were being suffocated with all your past traumas and regrets. you wanted to end it all for good.

though, even taking your own life wouldn’t have brought you any peace. nonetheless, all your attempts failed as shoko, yuji and megumi kept you under tight patrol.

after seeing your declining mental state, the higher-ups officially put you up for suspension until further notice. it was stupid, no really it was. you tried to go to the main office and kick their old hag asses or even kill them, but megumi and yuji nearly chained you to the bed.

so, here you are now, stuck at home without a clue as to what was going on. yuta and yuji kept you posted as to what was happening, sometimes shoko too. the culling game was taking place, geto is back but you realized that his body was used as a puppet for the curse kenjaku, and now megumi was gone because sukuna found him as use for a new vessel.

it was a lot to take in but as per usual, you chose to run away. the only thing that was helping you keep somewhat sane was sleeping pills, anxiety medications and liquor.

you were hanging on a thin thread.

a heavy sigh left your lips as you exited out of your bathroom after taking a warm shower, making your way over to the couch. you plopped down before your eyes fell on the picture frame where it was gojo feeding you cake on your 17th birthday.

your eyes softened upon seeing the man who you missed so dearly, tears welling in your eyes before a sob escaped your throat. you held the photo close to your chest, wishing that you could turn back time to take back everything that you said.

love is the twisted curse of all.

you heard your door bell ring, making you wipe your tears as you sat up. your eyes glanced at the clock which showed that it was nearly midnight, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

you never had any unannounced visitors at such an hour and your friends already paid you a visit earlier today. surely, if they had forgotten something then they would’ve called. you got up, putting on your slippers before shuffling your way to the front door.

you opened the door and froze in your spot. in shock, a gasp left your mouth as your eyes met the familiar cerulean colored eyes.

“s-satoru?” you stammered out, your voice waivering as your tone was nothing more than a soft whisper. he was wearing an outfit which had a strong resemblance to what toji wore, giving you strong ptsd from that cursed day. your eyes teared up when you noticed how his body was covered in scars, some which were still bleeding, indicating that they are fresh and were made not too long ago.

suddenly, you saw gojo’s wavering before rolling back, his body going limp as it fell forwards. you quickly rushed closer to him, catching his body in your arms.

“satoru?! holy fuck.” your voice was filled with panic, not knowing what to do or who to call at this hour. with all the strength left within you, carefully you tightly grabbed a hold of him before helping him inside your place, locking the door behind you.

with slow and heavy steps, you finally reached the couch where you gently laid him. you sat on the floor, holding his hand as you sobbed, feeling absolutely clueless and useless.

“y../n..” gojo attempted to call out, his voice even lower than a whisper, his chapped lips barely moving. however, he caught your attention as you quickly cupped his cheek.

“i’m here, satoru. i’m here for you, don’t worry.” you quickly assured him, his flesh was a burning temperature under your palms. gojo let out a painful groan, his eyebrows furrowing before he cleared his throat.

“i used all of my reverse curse technique to heal fifty percent of myself. but... i don’t have anymore within me to use.” he spoke in a hoarse voice, breathing heavily as his blood stained your furniture along with your clothes and hands.

“i’ll heal you.” you sternly responded, placing your hand on his chest, only for him to shove your hand away. you gave gojo a puzzled look, not understanding the reason behind his actions.

“i didn’t come here for you to save me. matter of a fact, i don’t wish to be saved.” gojo replied as if he could read your thoughts.

“you’re talking crazy! stop being stupid and let me help you.” you spoke through gritted teeth, once again placing your hand on his chest, but he insisted on being stubborn, grabbing your hand to tightly hold it away from his body.

“you’re right, i should’ve died instead of suguru. perhaps, that would’ve been the case when i fought against toji. i’m paying off my debt, y/n. i... i was selfish and because of my immature arguments with suguru, i resorted to kill him instead of finding another way.” he heaved in between his words, trying his best to explain his thoughts and emotions to you in the most clear and coherant way possible.

“please, satoru, don’t do this! let me help you!” you begged him, trying to slip away from his astonishingly tight grip even at this state. however, the snow haired man simply shook his head.

“i’m sorry, y/n. i was prepared to live my entire life in guilt because i killed him, but, i can’t live my entire life knowing that you hate me.” gojo gave you a pained sad smile, making your heard clench in pain.

you sat on your knees, bringing his hand that was holding yours to your lips to place a tender kiss on his skin.

“i don’t hate you, satoru, i never have and i never will. without you, i am nothing. when you were sealed, i went crazy and nearly killed myself so many times. i’m sorry, i never meant anything i said before, i swear! i was just so angry and hurt that day that i said those in the heat of the moment. please, satoru, come back to me. let me save you, i beg you.” you cried, tears falling on his flesh as the man looked at you with warm eyes. he gave you a small smile before placing your hand on his chest.

your eyes widened after realizing, quickly trying to concetrate hard to heal him. you counted and watched each scar that was engraved and bleeding on his skin disappear, bullets of sweat trickling down your forehead and you softly whimpered in pain. gojo was passed out cold, his body limp as you tried to heal him fast to avoid any alarming damages.

an hour has passed.

you started to feel numb, your body trembling as all your energy was being sucked out of your body. there was just a few more that had to be healed and you decided to shove your own health aside and push through this feeling of agonizing pain.

you can’t lose him for the second time.

another painfully long hour has passed and with heavy lidded eyes, you watched the final scar on his cheek disappear. a contented smile etch onto your lips, but it wasn’t much long after that you felt your vision grow blurry, head lolling forwards before dropping on gojo’s chest as you passed out.

---

you stirred in your position, a grimace painted on your face as you tried to open your glued shut eyes. it took you a few seconds to adjust to the lighting of your room, until your vision cleared up and met with the familiar pair of blue eyes staring back into yours.

“hey.” gojo croaked, a small smile tugging on his lips.

“hey.” you copied his words, biting the inside of your cheeks to prevent yourself from bawling your eyes out from how relieved you were that he was alive and breathing in front of you.

there was a moment of silence between you both as he sat up on the couch while you sat on the floor. his eyes were glued on the wall while you stared at your lap, fiddling with your fingers.

it’s been nearly three years since you’ve last seen him from a horrible last encounter, it was pretty awkward.

“you changed your house decor.” he suddenly blurted out, catching your attention.

“nobara thought it looked depressing, so she did whatever she liked.” you shrugged, making him let out a breathy chuckle.

“do you like it?” gojo asked, his eyes now averting to your face, in which you still refused to meet his eyes.

“i don’t really care about it, i had bigger things to care about than some stupid house decor.” you bitterly spat out, making gojo’s lips thin knowing that his follow-up question unintentionally struck a nerve.

“is that so? and what may they be?” he cocked an eyebrow, making you look up at him in disbelief.

“are you seriously asking me that right now?” you scoffed, making gojo cross his arms over his chest before leaning back into the sofa.

“i am.” he confidently responded, making your itch with irritation.

“god, you truly are insufferable.” you sneered, making him roll his eyes.

“and you’re still the same. you’re still hung over his death, aren’t you? it’s been about a decade, y/n. yet, you still haven’t matured. it’s truly pitying.” gojo snickered with faux sympathy, making your jaw drop to the floor.

“he was our friend, satoru! how can you say that?!” you spoke through gritted teeth, making gojo scowl as he rubbed his temples.

“because he’s not the same suguru we were friends with before he died! he died as a villain, a criminal, a mass fucking murder, y/n. stop defending him, you’re making a fool out of yourself.” he harshly spoke, not an ounce of care in his tone as he glared at you.

“it wasn’t his fault. it was ours, satoru. despite being so close with him, we failed him. neither of us caught onto him spiraling down, maybe we could’ve prevented this if we just paid attention more.” your throat burned as every word left your lips, guilt choking you like an enemy as your lips quivered.

“for the love of god, stop spewing shit like that. did you shove those beliefs and ideas down his throat? no. did i shove those beliefs and ideas down his throat? no. why are you destroying yourself over this, y/n?!” gojo yelled, his eyes begging for an answer as you grew quiet.

“i..i-”

“no! there is no ‘i’, y/n. stop defending him! god, it’s always ‘suguru this’ or ‘suguru that’. it’s never satoru! i’m sick and tired of this, do you not care about me? am i not important to you?” he choked out, chewing on his lips as your eyes widened at his sudden words.

“what?” you said, slightly astonished as your voice was as low as a whisper.

“actually, i don’t wanna know. i don’t even know why i came here, my stupid half-dead brain at that time clearly didn’t know any better. anyways, i’ll get going then. goodbye, y/n.” gojo dryly spoke, attempting to stand up and leave without another word. but, before he could do so, you quickly crawled towards him and shoved yourself between his legs, hugging his waist and forcing him to sit back down on the couch.

gojo was frozen on the spot by the sudden embrace, not knowing how to react at all. so, he stayed quiet with his hands to the side as you continued to hug him tight.

“stop putting words in my mouth, satoru. you have no idea how much i suffered on my own when you were sealed. i thought that i’d never see you again. at one point, i was ready to offer kenjaku my soul or beg him to seal me with you. i can’t live without you, satoru.” you shook your head, face buried in his stomach as your tears seeped into the material of his shirt.

you heard him let out a sigh before softly stroking your hair. your body shook in fear, arms squeezing him the slightest as you breathed him in. gojo heard you softly murmuring to yourself, choking on your incoherent words between your sobs.

“come here.” he whispered, making you pull away as you took his invitation of being seated on his lap. without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his neck while your legs wrapped around his waist. gojo’s arms protectively laced around waist, beautiful clear blue eyes staring into yours.

your chewed on your bottom lip to prevent an ugly sob from leaving your lips, soaking in the sight of him being in front of your after three years. you cupped his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks as he leaned into your touch.

“i’m sorry.” gojo mumbles, holding your hands before bringing it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“for?” you asked, slightly confused by his sudden apology.

“for everything that i said three years ago. you were right and i was in denial. it’s just... i’m so scared, y/n.” his voice cracked at the end, noticing how tears pooled in his eyes. you heart bled at the side, pulling his head to your chest as you heard him sniffle.

“i don’t wanna lose you, y/n. i know suguru’s death has been hard on us and i tried to distract us both from it so that we both don’t lose ourselves. but, i never realized how badly it was destroying us both inside. it’s just so hard talking about his death.” with that being said, the world’s strongest sorcerer broke down in your arms. you tried to resist yourself from crying, but, it was as if your tear ducts worked like a damn waterfall.

“i know, satoru, i know. it’s okay, we’ll be okay.” you stroked his hair, kissing the top of his head as you assured him. however, he shook his head before pulling away, looking up at you with a guilty expression.

“i killed him, y/n. i-i... it’s my fault that he’s gone forever. i could’ve brought him back to jujutsu tech and have shoko heal him but i didn’t. i wasn’t thinking straight back then and screwed up! why don’t you hate me, y/n?!” he bellowed, eyes becoming red as he trembled in your embrace, making you sob at his words.

“stop doing that to yourself, satoru. it’s not your fault!” you tried to convince him, needing him to see the truth and finally be pulled out of that pit of self-loathe and blame.

“you don’t have to pretend anymore, y/n. i know that you’re only saying this to not hurt me.” gojo gave you a sad smile, his tears staining his cheeks as you thinned your lips while shaking your head.

“if i was in your place... i would’ve done the same.” you said in a shaky voice, making his eyes widen.

“w-what?” he stuttered out, completely in disbelief.

“suguru lost against yuta, that was inevitable. if he was found by anyone else but us outside of jujutsu tech, he’d be immediately executed by god knows how. i’m pretty sure he’d rather die by the hands of his loved ones than those shitty higher-ups. i know i would.” you wiped away his tears, locking your eyes with his.

“it’s okay, satoru. you’re okay, alright? we’ll be okay.” your voice lulled him back to sanity, a soft kiss being pressed onto his forehead.

“i missed you so much, y/n. every minute that i spent in that prison realm felt so long, like death was a much more favorable option. i felt so alone and miserable, my thoughts consumed me with no mercy. i felt like an insane person.” his voice was low, no longer having the strength to talk as he spoke about his traumatic experience.

“that sounds awful, satoru. i’m glad you came back to me, i missed you so much, too. you were the glue that pieced me back together, when you left... i shattered once again. i’m so sorry for everything that i said to you, i never meant anything! i’m so happy and relieved that you’re alive, i-i don’t know what i’d do if you died. i think i’d go crazy or kill myself. please, don’t ever leave me again.” you begged him, hugging him tight as you cried on his shoulder, feeling him rub your back in a comforting manner.

“i’ll always be here, y/n.” gojo promised, kissing the side of your head. you both spent a few more minutes together in each other’s embrace, mumbling many ‘sorry’s’ and promises. after cooling down, you lifted your head up and looked at him.

you noticed how beat up his condition was, as gojo looked completely drained. his eyes were puffy from the crying and his hair was a mess.

“i’ll run you a bath and then let’s get some takeout.” you suggested with a warm smile, making him hum in response as his eyes lit up.

“thank you.” he reciprocated your smile, kissing your knuckles once more before you got off of his lap and headed into the bathroom.

if there’s one thing that you’d consider as the ‘positive’ side of working as a jujutsu sorcerer was the handsome salary that you received. it allowed you to get a bigger place that had a spacious bathroom which allowed the placement of a huge bathtub alongside a standing shower.

of course, your place wasn’t nearly as big as satoru, but it was what you’d consider luxurious enough for you.

you soon heard footsteps behind you, indicating satoru’s arrival. he ruffled your hair, making your head turn as you looked up at the tall man.

“it’s ready, you could get in.” you wiped your hands with a small towel, about to walk outside of the bathroom to give him some privacy, until you felt him grab your wrists.

“could you please wash my hair?” he requested, his soft tone mixed with his tired expression tugged at your heart strings. so, you nodded your head, locking the bathroom door behind you.

satoru thanked you with a smile, not wasting anymore time as he began to strip in front of you. of course, it’s not like anything that you haven’t seen already. yet, the sight of his naked body after three whole years was enough to set your body on fire as your cheeks burned in embarrassment. you looked to the side, clenching your thighs together.

you knew his body like the back of your hand, memorized every muscle and scar painting his skin. however, you can’t deny the fact that he’s gotten even more buff recently than last you’ve saw him.

gojo didn’t notice your flustered state, hopping inside the warm soapy water as he submerged his body. you heard him let out a sigh in bliss, eyes rolling back as he leaned his back against the tub. you took the small shower head and began to wet his hair, all the while his eyes were strictly on your face.

you tried your best to not pay much mind to him, trying to quickly wash his hair and be on your way to go order food because he was making you so damn flustered. you squeezed some shampoo his head before beginning to gently massage his scalp.

gojo moaned at the satisfying feeling of your nails scratching his scalp, fingers threading through his snowy locks as you bubbled up his hair. you couldn’t help but be content at the sight of him being so relaxed, an unknowing smile etching on your lips.

you washed away the shampoo, his eyes opening before glancing at your lips. gojo would’ve been lying to himself if he said that he wasn’t tempted to kiss you. however, he tried to maintain some form of self-control, especially after what went down.

“okay, all done.” you notified, making him look up at you with appreciative eyes.

“thank you, y/n.” he smiled.

“no problem. you can finish washing up in the shower, i’m gonna fix the towels in the bathroom and then look for some clean clothes for you.” he nodded at your words, standing up as your back was turned to him, now heading inside the shower as he slid the glass door.

you finished folding the small towels in the bathroom along with draining the bath water. you went by the sink, examining yourself as you fixed your hair. not noticing when the glass doors slid open, you felt an arm grab you by the waist before you were being pulled inside the shower.

you let out a yelp before your back was met by the cold wet walls. your breath hitched as gojo towered over your body, arms caging you between them. you gulped at the sudden closeness, your face now wet from the water along with your clothes that were now drenched as well.

“fuck, i tried so hard to resist you. but, when you look at me like that, i just wanna fuck you senseless.” gojo sensually whispered, leaning towards your face before pressing his lips to your jaw. you let out a shaky breath, being able to smell the scent of his shampooed hair along with his body wash that you always kept a spare in your bathrooms, even after he disappeared.

“then do it.” you breathed out, feeling him leave open mouthed kisses all over your jaw until down to your neck. gojo pulled away, taking in the sight of you soaking wet, his hands coming up to your face as his thumb softly dragged along your lower lip.

you teasingly bit his thumb before he experimentally pressed it down on your tongue, making you suck his finger. gojo smirked at your eagerness, looking at you with playful eyes.

“you missed my touch, princess?” he asked, pulling your chin up as he forced your eyes to meet his. god, he looked so fucking hot and it made you so bothered.

“yeah.” you shamelessly admitted, making him chuckle.

“my poor baby, let me make it up to you.” with that behind said, gojo leaned his head down to crash his lips against yours. you wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers up and down his nape as you kissed him back. the sweet taste of his soft lips made you moan, feeling his tongue soon enter your mouth.

gojo sucked and licked your tongue, nibbling on your bottom lip as he teasingly pulled back with a bite, you bottom lip between his teeth. you felt his heavy cock resting on your thigh, not even having the moment to gwak at his body.

“need more, ‘toru.” you whined out, heat growing between your thighs as you craved more from his body.

"yeah?" gojo teasingly asked, placing small trails of light kisses down your temple. you felt hypnotized, trying to figure out if it was because of the intoxicating scent of his or the way he was delicately feathering you with his kisses.

"satoru.." you breathed out, feeling suffocated from how much tension there was between the both of you. it was pathetic, how sensitive and responsive your body was to just mere touches.

but who could blame you?

you haven't touched him in three years, not being molded into his body in so long that you forgot how it felt to be this intimate with him.

"what is it, baby? tell me what you want and i'll give it to you." he promised, cerulean eyes now clouded with lust. gojo didn't know how much longer he could last, convinced that if you even just touched him once more, he would cum untouched.

that's how badly he needed you.

"make me feel good. please, i want you to touch me." you begged, looking at him with desperate eyes. satisfied with your answer, he hooked his hands around your thighs, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as your arms wrapped around his neck. gojo turned off the shower before getting out of the bathroom, walking into your room.

the both of you were so incredibly horny for each other that the thought of you both wetting the carpet slipped out of your mind.

"gonna give it to you all, princess. i’m gonna make you mine tonight." gojo seductively responded as he gently threw you on the bed, towering over you.

"so fucking pretty." he muttered under his breath, unable to control himself as he lowered his head, lips ghosting above yours for a brief second before finally capturing them in a very needy kiss.

you cupped his face, pulling him closer to your face as your lips began to move against his with more aggression. gojo sucked on your bottom lip, tongue swiping against the plump flesh.

without hesitation, you opened your mouth as gojo wasted no time to shove his tongue inside, the wet muscle exploring every cavern in your mouth. you moaned into the kiss, loving the feeling of how his spit coated your tongue. your hands found their way into his wet snowy locks, entangling them as you gave his hair small tugs, making the man groan in between the kiss.

he sounded so sexy, making you wetter every second from how hot and heated he got you just from these simple interactions.

feeling the need to breathe as both of your lungs nearly gave out from the lack of oxygen, both you and gojo pulled away from the steamy kiss. panting heavily while a string of saliva connected your lips, the man couldn't help but stare down at you.

your damp hair made the bed sheets wet as you were still in your wet clothes, white t-shirt now becoming transparent and sticking to your body as it revealed your black bra.

the flushed color of your cheeks along with how swollen and red your lips looked from the harsh sucking during the kiss earlier. you looked so gorgeous under him, all riled up just for him. it made his mind spin, just the thought of having you in his hold all to himself while he pounds you senselessly.

only gojo satoru could ever have you like this.

you chewed on your lower lip, your arms now wrapped around his neck as you both stared into each other's eyes. gojo mentally cursed at himself, wanting to attach his lips back onto yours and keep kissing you until both his and your lips go numb.

but he wanted to please you, to listen to whatever you wanted him to do to you. because tonight, gojo satoru wasn’t gonna fuck you, he was gonna make love to you.

"so fucking special to me, y/n. gonna make you feel so good, baby." gojo mumbled onto the wet skin of your neck, kissing down to your collarbones. they were wet kisses, as he took the time to smell and taste you, being greedy with his desire of wanting to have his mind be only consumed by you.

you decided to lessen his work by pulling your wet t-shirt over your head, throwing it on the floor. gojo’s hands reached behind you to unclasp your bra, hooking a finger to quickly remove the annoying fabric that was acting as a barrier to prevent his mouth from attacking the plush mounds of flesh.

"was getting in my way." he snarked, completely speechless as he watched how your tits spilled out, nipples perked up and swollen from being neglected for so long. but not anymore as gojo took one of your nipples in his mouth, suckling on it while his other hand massaged your other tit.

"fuck." you swore under your breath, eyes shut tightly as you felt his fingers toying around with your other nipple. you opened your legs wider, allowing both of your bodies to be as close as possible. you could feel his cock rubbing against your thigh, all hard and throbbing.

"you're so hard, satoru." you commented, bringing a hand down to stroke his throbbing cock, making him choke from the sudden touch.

"all because of you, pretty girl." gojo looked up at you with a grin, placing a teasing kiss on your nipple before kissing down your stomach. they were open mouth kisses, his tongue swiping your skin here and there as he was able to taste the sweetness of whatever lotion you used before getting wet.

"you think i’m pretty?" you looked at him with dreamy eyes, making him pause as he tried to process your words.

"prettiest girl in the whole fucking world, i could just eat you up." he pampered you, tugging on your soaking wet pajama shorts to pull them down along with your panties which were pretty much drenched from the water and your slick, leaving your bare cunt exposed to gojo's full view.

the man was now in between your legs, both of his hands spreading your thighs wide open, refusing to let you close them. he took in a good minute to admire your pretty pussy, puffy folds that were coated with your arousal and your swollen clit that begged for any kind of touch.

god, he missed you so much.

embarrassment began to eat you away as you buried your face in your hands, unable to take in the sight of gojo being completely mesmerized by the sight in front of him.

"y/n, look at me." gojo spoke, voice laced with a stern tone yet you shook your head, declining. he scoffed, peeling away your hands from your red face as you looked at him with wide eyes.

"prop yourself on your elbows, i want you to watch me while i eat your pretty little pussy out. you'll be good for me, won't you?" he innocently asked, yet his eyes were clouded with dark lust, two fingers proding at your folds before he used his middle finger to gently run it down your slit.

you shuddered from his touch, barely able to nod your head as he gave you a half smirk, lowering his head until you could feel his warm breath fanning over your wet cunt. although gojo loved the way your body responded to his praises, he also loved the way your body became twice as responsive when he teased you.

gojo began to kiss your inner thigh, slightly licking the area before placing a soft kiss on the wet skin. your thighs trembled whenever he would get dangerously close to your pussy that was drooling in anticipation for his tongue. but, gojo was determined to play some twists on you for a bit more before giving you what you wanted.

he continued to kiss farther up, lips now at the corner of your folds as you practically begged him to eat you out. he gently nibbled on your skin before peppering soft kisses, making small smooching noises as he continued this sweet torturous action of his for a bit longer.

"stop teasing, satoru." you whimpered, making him chuckle.

he licked a fat strip up your wet cunt, making your eyes roll back as you tried your best to hold your composure. a strained gasp left your mouth, his tongue swiftly gliding between your sopping folds, slurping all of your slick.

gojo moaned into your wet cunt, you tasted so good that he couldn't have enough of you. he felt like a starved man that was finally fed, he pressed his mouth deeper into you, tongue now lapping at your juices as you gripped onto his damp hair.

"f-fuck!" you stuttered out, feeling his tongue circling your throbbing clit, your thighs threatening to just clamp around his head. gojo's grip on splitting your thighs open was pretty firm, but he had no complaint against getting crushed between your thighs because he practically wanted to live there.

curious blue eyes peered up at you through his thick white lashes, making sure that you were watching the beautiful sight of him devouring your pussy. you tried your best to keep your eyes on him, but the intense amount of pleasure he was providing you with made it hard.

you felt a soft stinging pain on the flesh of your thigh, as gojo lightly slapped the skin. it was a warning that you weren't following his words, and you muttered a small 'sorry' before opening your eyes.

"taste so good, i could eat you for hours." he breathed out, taking in the sight of your sloppy folds that were now coated and dripping with both his saliva and your juices. he pressed a soft kiss on your clit, making your body jolt from how sensitive you were at that point.

you were near your orgasming point, feeling a tight knot forming in your stomach. you pushed his head further in, feeling his tongue teasing your hole as you practically squealed from feeling the wet muscle enter.

"oh god—please, satoru! i-i'm gonna cum!" you cried out, chest heaving up and down. the beautiful man continued to tongue-fuck your hole, thumb coming up to brush against your clit as you shook under his hold.

you were seeing stars, gasping for air as your breathing became irregular. you were so close, feeling like you would cum on his tongue any moment.

but, gojo stopped, making you let out a whine as you were on the verge of tears. he raised his head, a playful grin on dancing on his lips in comparison with the frown on your face along with furrowed eyebrows.

"satoru, i was so close!" you sulked with a pout, making him roll his eyes.

"patience, baby. let me take care of you, yeah?" gojo left a tender kiss on your lips as you squirmed under him.

his fingers rubbed your hips up and down, while his lips began to kiss down you neck. your eyes fluttered close. a hand moved up to grope your tits, giving your nipples a soft pinch which made you let out a gasp.

"please.. i wanna cum, i need it so bad. please make me cum, satoru." you leaned your head back against the mattress, desperate eyes looking up at the gorgeous man. he gave you a soft smile before leaning his head down to place a kiss on your lips.

"i never said that i wouldn't, baby." gojo continued, big hands giving your thighs a small squeeze before parting them open.

you wanted to cry from the constant teasing and edging, it was becoming too much and you needed a release.

gojo’s long fingers lightly ran up and down your wet slit, before he spread your folds open with his index and middle finger. his free hand came up to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"look at me while i make you cum." he ordered, looking down with stern eyes which made you nod because you're ready to do anything as long as you could cum.

he started off by rubbing your clit slowly, making your eyes roll back as you tried so hard to keep your eyes on his. the whole sight was so pornographic, your legs wide open while his fingers were playing with your dripping cunt.

gojo's fingers began to move much faster now, your slick coating the pads of his fingers which was caressing your swollen nub. your thighs trembled as you felt like you were on a high rush, breathing becoming more faster and that's when he suddenly entered two fingers inside your wet hole.

"satoru!" you screamed out his name, a satisfied smirk stretching across his pretty lips. he began to thrust his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace, determined to make you cum because you deserved it.

“right here, baby? hm?” he whispered, making you shudder as you nodded deliriously.

your walls were clenching around his thick fingers, as he moved them in a scissoring manner. the squelching sounds of your pussy was like music to his ears as he watched how your cunt dripped with your juices that were now covering his whole hand and your inner thigh as well.

"wait! it's too much, i can't!" you cried out, tears forming in your eyes as you held onto his wrist, trying to halt his movements of thrusting his digits into your pussy. the feeling of your previously ruined orgasm along with this new one combined created an overwhelmingly large wave of pleasure.

"you can do it, baby. cum for me." gojo encouraged, the hand that was on your jaw now coming down to open your thighs that were wrapped around the hand that had his fingers deep into your cunt. he then continued to plunge his fingers inside you, his other hand playing with your tits to increase the stimulation of your pleasure.

he craned his head down before taking your nipple in his mouth, lightly nipping and bitting it while his fingers continued to stroke your velvety walls. soft fingers pinching your clit before rubbing the swollen bud as well.

you were frantically moaning and crying, gasping for air. he hit your g-spot and you began to cream on his fingers, your cum running down his fingers as he continued to finger fuck it back inside you.

"what a good girl you are, y/n." he praised, pulling his wet fingers out before smearing your juices all over your messy cunt. but, he made sure to bring those same fingers up to his mouth before sucking on them, groaning from your sweet taste.

"i-i.. holy shit." you were at a loss for words, all your energy drained out from the powerful orgasm you just had from his fingers and tongue.

with the remaining energy that you had left in your body as gojo seemed to suck that away as well, you wrapped yourself around him before rolling over, now hovering above his body. gojo’s eyes widened in surpise from your sudden dominance, but he had no time to protest as you crashed your lips onto his.

you sucked on his bottom lips before giving it a gentle bite, making him groan before opening his mouth as you slid your tongue inside. one of your hands trailed down his neck, all the way to his well-built abs that you brushed your fingers against.

gojo let out a whimper, your touch felt like a fire has been set off his flesh as he was burning in pure ecstacy. he felt your lips grazing on his neck before leaving open-mouthed kisses on his collarbones as you moved down to his nipples.

"y/n.." he breathed out as he felt your lips latch onto his nipple, taking it between your teeth before you gave it a soft kiss. your hand crept down, grabbing a hold of his thick and heavy cock.

gojo swore under his breath, closing his eyes as you began to stroke his throbbing cock. it was huge, heavy and the tip was leaking with precum. your thumb began to gently caress his tip, smearing his precum as you continued to pump his cock a couple of times.

he buried his face in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he peppered kisses on the side of your face.

"feels good?" you asked but your voice was low like a whisper as the man nodded. he loved the feeling of your soft palms, that were undeniably smaller than his own hands, wrapped around his huge cock. your movements were just as teasing as his, shifting the pace from fast to slow just like how he did when fingering your pussy.

"so good, baby. but, i don't think i could wait any longer. i need to be inside you soon or else i'll go insane." he admitted, as he looked up at you with begging eyes, his face flushed red and sweaty. his shaky hands pulled your head down for another needy and wet kiss.

"fuck me, pretty boy." you moaned onto his lips, feeling the tip of his cock rubbing against your folds, occasionally nudging your clit as he continued to do that a few times, getting his cock nicely lubed up with your slick.

he carefully caressed your head, flipping you both over so that he was now on top of you, letting you lay on the bed.

"try to relax, okay?" gojo softly spoke, his cock aligned with your hole. you nodded, hugging him as you tried holding him closer to you because not only did he act with you as delicately as possible but he was just so comforting in general.

he felt so warm and soft.

you felt him push his tip inside and already a stinging pain hit you, closing your eyes shut as you let out a groan. he was barely able to push in the fat mushroom tip of his lengthy cock. tears pricked your eyes, forgetting how big he was. gojo deciding to pause to give you some time to adjust to him again.

little by little, he managed to push about half of his cock inside your tight cunt. your fingers dug into the duvet, taking deep breaths.

the man groaned from pleasure, feeling suffocated as your walls clamped onto his cock like no tomorrow. gojo felt like he could cum right then and there, your walls felt so soft and warm.

"shit." you breathed out, tears rolling down your eyes and he looked down at you in concern. he asked you if you wanted him to pull out but you quickly said no, firm on your decision that you just needed a minute to get used to it.

"tell me when you're ready, okay?" gojo carefully assured, catching your lips once again with his. a hand went to your clit as he began to stroke the twitching nub while you moaned into his mouth, distracted away from the pain of having half of his cock lodged into your wet cunt.

experimentally, he lightly began to buck his hips forwards while simultaneously rubbing your clit. you whimpered under him, eyes peering up to his before giving him half-lidded eyes.

"k-keep moving." you managed to tell him and that was the only thing he needed to hear before he pulled back out and entered his full length in one go, bottoming out. he began to thrust his full cock into your wet pussy. the squelching and wet noises of his balls that were now coated with your slick hitting against your ass filled the room.

gojo continued to drive his hips into yours, skin slapping against yours as his hands now grabbed onto your waist to increase his pace. he watched your tits move up and down due to the force of his movements, leaning down to suck and bite on your nipples.

your legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place as your hands went to his hair, running through his messy white hair. his cock perfectly molded into your pussy, you were made for him. your legs began to shake, feeling his cock rubbing against your g-spot, the ridges of the veins of his cock deliciously caressing your wet walls.

countless number of moans were exiting out of both of your mouths, a single droplet of sweat trickling down the side of his forehead as you watched his face with adoration.

he was so adorable yet sexy at the same time. the way his eyebrows were furrowed together as he tried to loosen up your cunt that was forcing your walls to hug his cock too tight. but you eventually were able to relax, allowing gojo to bury his hard aching cock deep into your pussy as his thrusts remained sharp.

“s-satoru, f-fuck... feels so good!” you moaned out, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss filled with tongue and teeth.

you felt the familiar build up in your lower abdomen, body trembling under him as he was able to sense that you were close.

"you wanna cum, baby?" gojo asked, placing soft and tender kisses on your lips as you were too focused on the feeling of his cock pistoning into your hole. you hummed in response, begging him to not stop.

"cum for me, y/n, please." he pleaded as he continued to thrust into you deeply, tip brushing against your cervix as you began to crumble in his hold. gojo’s hand grabbed yours before pinning it next to your head, intertwining his long fingers with yours.

"fuck! i'm cumming-" you choked out, your eyes screwing shut as your body shuddered under him while you creamed around his cock. gojo felt your walls being welcomed with your warm cum, a ring of white forming at the base of his cock as he continued to fuck your through your own orgasm, chasing his high.

"fuck! gonna cum, god, i love you so much! love you so much, y/n!" he cried out, his hips slamming into yours as his movements became more sloppy, thick wads of cum painting your walls as you whimpered from the feeling of it.

the warm liquid filling your hole as he was in so much pleasure, not able to stop moving his cock inside your walls that were now coated with both his and your cum. gojo buried his face in the crook of your neck, placing small kisses and love bites on your shoulder as his hair tickled your face.

he carefully collapsed his body on top of yours, making sure to not put his full weight on you. the both of you tried to calm down from your highs, irregular breathing filled the room as a moment of silence graced the room.

one hand stroked his hair while the other stroked his back, your legs still clamped around his narrow waist. gojo finally raised his head to look at you, a half-lidded smile dancing on his lips.

“hey, princess.” that stupid nickname that always made you fold had butterflies swarm in your stomach once again.

“hi, ‘toru.” you giggled at his playfulness, making a breathy laugh escape his lips as he kissed the tip of your nose.

“let’s clean up before we both catch a cold.” gojo said, sitting up before pulling his cock out, making you wince from the lack of contact. he watched your hole pulsate, his cum spilling out as he gwaked at the sight.

“you literally came your entire life’s worth inside me tonight.” you joked, making a blush creep up to his cheeks.

“sorry, i couldn’t control myself.” he bashfully admitted, making you chuckle.

both you and gojo cleaned up each other, finding dry clothes to wear before gojo helped you change the wet sheets into new ones. the feeling of fatigue washed over the both of you, dinner completely slipping out of your minds.

you and gojo now were in bed together, you laying on his chest as his arm was wrapped around your waist. you listened to his heartbeat, counting them as you vividly remembered praying to god that you could hear it again.

“i meant it, y/n.” gojo suddenly blurted out of the blue, making you hum in confusion.

“what do you mean?” you asked, now looking up at him as he peered down at you.

“i love you.” he confessed, making your heart skip a beat. you hugged his chest tighter, burying your face in his neck.

“i love you too, satoru.” you smiled against his skin, pressing soft kisses on that sensitive area, making him giggle at the ticklish feeling. you rolled on top of him, straddling his waist as gojo held you.

you both stayed like that for a while, until a heavy sigh left his lips. your eyebrows pinched together, looking at him with a puzzled look.

“you wanna know suguru’s last words?” his words made your eyes widen, your head lifting as you looked at him with a shocked expression.

“huh?” you were speechless at his sudden offer.

“his last words was for me to tell you that he was in love with you, y/n. i didn’t wanna tell you because i was selfish towards my own feelings for you.” gojo looked to the side, shame washing over him as he couldn’t bear to meet your eyes.

you could sense his guilt, but, you didn’t have the heart to punish him.

you cupped his face, turning his head to face you. a warm smile was plastered on your lips, eyes softening as you looked at him with nothing but love and adoration.

“satoru, it has always been you who made my heart flutter. whether you told me this three years ago, ten years ago or even later in the future; it would’ve never changed the fact that i love you and only you.” your voice was gentle and your words were tender, making his heart race.

“y/n.. fuck, i love you so much.” he chewed on his lower lips, tears forming in his eyes as he pulled you down closer to his body. you stroked his hair before wiping his tears away, leaning down to pepper his face with many kisses.

the world was cruel, but when you’re in the arms of the strongest sorcerer, it no longer felt that painful.

after all, within every touch and every kiss, you made gojo satoru feel like he was breathing; like he was human again.

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Someone Requested and Akina X Male Reader

(Sorry I had to remove the question cause Tumblr is shit sometimes.) I didn’t forget!

Don’t Let Go

An AU where She doesn’t Die? Sign me up!

You were 22, barely able to drink by most standards but still very Much Legal. You finally started your college courses after two years in the military and a Honorable Discharge after an IED incident that left a few, unhealthy Scars on your body and Psyche. Didn’t stop you from enjoying college life from drinking and girls, but you just felt detached sometimes and it also made it terrifyingly clear how in control you could be of your feelings. Of course that didn’t stop you from constantly being annoyed by your friends, mostly Tara.

It was an after class party that everyone was invited to. The Party was as fun as most College drinking spots were, music, laughing and the clank of glass. Sitting outside on the fire escape a few stories up, your eyes traced along the stars trying to find constellations. Your little tidbit of fun was cut off as you sensed someone walk out on the fire exit too. Akina slumped over to you, also leaning on the railing. Your eyes trail over to look her up and down, she looks worse for wear, definitely not happy, a little drunk, and pissed.

“You look like shit.” You said, “Bite me.” She responds and finishes her beer. She tosses it off the rail and it lands flush in a big Dumpster.

“Nice.” You finish yours and toss it as well. “Alright, what’s got you like this?” You asked, you could tell she was upset, very upset, so something had to be the catalyst to launch this, Anika sighs and clenches her palms hard, as if she’s trying to fight the strength to utter the words.

“Me and, Mindy we.. we broke up.” She admits, this was actually a shock to you. They seemed madly in love, perfect for each other. Relationships obviously have their ups and downs, but you expected them to get married, Adopt.. but this, this is a surprise.

“Oh, wow.. I uh, I’m sorry.” You mutter. Akina shrugs and casually leans her body on your shoulder. There was no Mistake about Anika she’s beautiful, she’s always been beautiful. You hide your racing heart and let it happen, being a shoulder for your friend to cry or pass out on. Reaching down you grab another beer from the tiny ice chest and drink.

“So, what happened?” You ask, and Anika shrugs. “I’m just… tired, we almost got killed by a fuckin cop, his bitch sister and That Loser Ethan…” she admits, and it was true, and for two of the three, you’re the one that put The cop and Ethan 6 feet under. Not like you had much of a choice. “And now she’s acting like everything’s fine. You’re acting like everything’s fine.” She said, obviously getting frustrated.

“I’m just… still a little in Shock I guess, sorry bout that.” You said, “It’s okay to not be okay Anika.. let your feelings be known.” You encourage her, she looks down, fiddling with her fingers. “You’re such a fucking Sap, I love that about you… I love you.” She said in a bit of a slur. You gave her a bit of a side eye for a moment before you leaned more on the railing.

“Thanks Anika… “ you tried not to let her words creep in, she’s not in the right mind. “No, I mean it… you, wanna get out of here?” She asked, you knew what she wanted but stuck to your guns. “Alright, think that’s enough for you.” You said joking. Anika frowns, but then looks you right in your eyes.

“It’s Tara, isn’t it?” She said, and it was. You and Tara aren’t dating but, you felt something for her, you couldn’t tell her. You just couldn’t build up the courage to admit it, but your silence spoke a lot to her. Akina laughed and looked back to the night sky.

“You know, if you two start dating you’re gonna have some big issues.” She started, and you took a swig. “Like what?” You said placing your lips on the bottles head. Akina leans in and whispers, just to make sure you hear her.

“Gonna be tough parking that big trunk in that little garage she’s got.” Your drink went down the wrong hole, coughing up a storm you try to catch your breath as she laughs.

“Jesus you trying to kill me?” You said, shaking it off. She gives a slight pout. “Sorry, didn’t mean to. You alright?” She asked with concern in her voice, you nodded. You and Akina sort of just went back to looking at the sky. Until her hand gently laid on yours.

“When I was on that ladder I thought I was gonna die, you made sure I didn’t..” she said.

“Of course… I wouldn’t let you go.” You reply, and Akina took a deep breathes.

“Please, Don’t let me go.” She said, and you kept your word, holding her hand as you both look up to the sky.

#male reader #tara carpenter x male reader #akina #akina kayoko x reader #scream #scream6 #ornii

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Play me a memory (Billy Russo x Reader)- Chapter 6

Summary: When you first met Billy Russo, you fell for him hard and fast. Being with him was like a dream, You were perfect for each other, or so you thought. You return home one night to find all traces of him gone. You’re left heartbroken… and with a life changing surprise. Years later, you find yourself in a predicament when you unexpectedly find your way back into each other’s lives.

A/N: Thanks for all the likes, comments snd reblogs! They are all greatly appreciated! I’ve also choose a posting schedule for PMAM which is going to Thursday’s.

Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of murder

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When you got home from that mind boggling day at work, you were met with worried faces and smothered with hugs from Betts and Jaz and you happily returned them, and then went on to smother your daughter with hugs and kisses out of relief, claiming that you ‘just missed her so much’ after a long day.

Obviously, due to the incident that occurred at the company, work was out of the question for the next few weeks until police could conduct further investigation, or so you were told. Everyone was still very shaken up about it, including yourself, so a few days off were accommodating gesture from the company. The next few days leading up to the following week were mostly spent at home, either leaving to drop Ava off at school or running out to get some groceries.

Regardless of the days off from work, that most would find relaxing and enjoying, you were on edge. Sleep didn’t find you easily for the next few nights, your nights and days were mostly spent thinking about the man you and Billy had encountered. You couldn’t get it off your mind, even when you tried distracting yourself. Maybe Billy was right, that the man was just lying to save himself from the highly unnecessary assault. It was the only thing you could think about.

And what happened after with Billy.

“-And then, after I thanked him, he tried to kiss me! Or at least I think that’s where it was going,” You exclaimed, standing by the kitchen entrance, replaying the events of that crazy day to Jaz, who was moving around the kitchen, in search of something to eat. “And he might get called in to give a statement the same time me so, yay me,” You fake cheered.

“The nerve of him,” Jaz scoffs and shakes her head, disapprovingly. “I’ll remind you, that we can still-“

“I’m going to again, decline vandalizing anything of Billy’s in advance, because I know what you’re about to say.”

“Okay I mean, fine, whatever,” Jaz said, as she threw her hands up in defeat. “I still think you should reconsider though.”

“Thanks for the offer, but still no.”

"Ughhh," jaz loudly let out what might've been her hundredth groan of the morning since walking into the kitchen, "I'm so hungry."

"Why don't you just make something? Or eat some cereal? We have more than enough." You added, referring to the endless amount of groceries you had time to get in the previous weeks.

"I know, but I'm so lazy.” She dragged out. “ I'd have to reach a bowl... then get the milk.., and then pour that milk in that bowl that I worked so hard to reach for,” she exaggerated, and opened the fridge, to dig into it looking for anything she could find. "it's just too much. Plus, today is not that kinda day. It's a 'spend all day on the couch' kinda day.”Jaz hums as she closed the refrigerator door, signaling that she found something, and pulls out a slice of pizza, biting into it.

“Hey, it’s pretty quiet this morning. Where’s Ava?” She asked, taking a large distracting bite of her pizza.

“Oh, Betts took her to this children’s, book reading thing, all day. They left pretty early.”

Jaz hums in return, taking another distracting bite of her pizza, before scarfing it down with a glass of water, making you narrow your eyes at her.

"Isn't it a bit too early to be eating pizza? It's 10am." You questioned.

She answered, with her mouth full. "Maybe.., but you have to ask yourself, do stomachs have open and closing times like a store does?"

You thought about her comment for a second, finding some truth. "Huh," you whispered to yourself in thought, "I guess I never thought of it that way." Jaz grinned, proud that she may have convinced you to agree with her.

Just then, you heard your phone ring, and when you’d picked up, it was someone from the station.

You got a call from an agent named, Dinah Madani, a name you hadn’t heard before, and you sounded confused on the phone, because on that crazy day after work, you’d had a conversation with a Sergeant Mahoney, who you told you that he would be contacting you. But you didn’t read further into over the phone, and agreed to go in to the address that was given to you. Just when you grabbed your coat and we’re about to leave, you got an out of character offer, from your best friend.

“…you, Jazmyn Carrera, want to give up your Saturday, to spent it at the police station?” You narrowed your eyes and specified, in a bewildering tone. “What happened to your ‘spend all day on the couch’ thing you had going on?

She shrugged, like it made all the sense in the world. “They’ll be other Saturdays.” She voiced, running to grab her coat and returning to the door, “Yeah I’ll…, keep you company.”

“Um…okay, sure, yeah. I guess I could use the company.”

She muttered a small ‘great’ and passed you, as you stood there for a few seconds, still puzzled, before brushing it off and walking to the door. Jaz noticed the puzzled look on your face, and turned to reassure you.

“Don’t worry, I think most of the warrants the cops have on me have already been recalled or settled in court of law, so we’re fine,” She shrugged, and patted your shoulder, before walking out of the apartment, and you followed behind, hoping that she was joking.

…

Taking the subway was something you had to again, plug into your routine recently, still not having found your car keys. You were still bummed about it, and you’d informed the police, and hoped that maybe if they found something they’d contact you about it, but it had been over a week now, and you still hadn’t gotten any word that they’d found it. During the train ride though, you found you were correct about how bizarre it was that Jaz wanted to tag along, because she spent the entire 15 minutes trying to convince you to agree with her.

“-Just think about it,” Jaz said, as you both walked up the stairs, and out of the entrance of the subway.

“Jaz,” you stop walking and face her, “we’re not egging his car.” You continue walking and she speeds up to keep her pace beside you.

“Okay, I get it. You don’t wanna use eggs, that’s fine, I mean prices aren’t what they used to be, I know. But I gave you other options, like-like glitter bombing.” She holds out her hand, and uses her fingers to count her points. “It’s fast, it’s cheap-“

“We’re not glitter bombing it either!” You interrupt, and stop walking again to face her. “Is this the reason why you wanted to come? To convince me to agree?”

She gives you an obviously fake confused look before shaking her head. “Mm, I don’t what you’re talking about…” she trailed off, before beginning to walk away.

“Jaz I know you, okay,” You reminded her and stopped her from walking again, “when have you ever went into a police station, willingly?

For as long as you knew Jaz, she was always the kind of person to never forgive or forget. She was a someone who held grudges, even if they weren’t her own, which was her own way of showing that she cared, and that she had your back. When Billy left, Jaz was by your side the whole time. She was there for all those long days and sleepless nights.

She was there when you found out you were pregnant with Ava.

You understood her anger. She was angry for you.

“Huh, maybe I did kinda give myself away,” she tilts her head and thinks to herself, before continuing, “but he deserves it! A hundred times over too.” You nod in agreement, and she continued.

“For ripping your heart out, stomping on it, playing whack-a-mole with it, then blonde voyaging right out of your life!” She articulated, throwing her hands up in an angry gesture.

Puzzled, you corrected her. “It’s bon voyage, and that’s not how you use that in a sentence.”

“It’s not blonde?-whatever- I’m just saying,” a stern expression paints her face, and she sighs, “ I remember what it was like for you after Billy left, okay. It was hell, okay?”

“Jaz,” you sighed, “you’re right, it was a very, very shitty time for me, and thank you for hating him right along with me,” you started walking again and put your hand on her shoulder, “even though it is very tempting…, it won’t fix anything.”

You could tell that Jaz didn’t like your answer, but she eventually accepted. “Okay,” she sighed and crossed her arms, “if you don’t want me to, then I won’t.”

“Thank you,” you said. “I really do appreciate the sentiment though.”

“Did he ever tell you where the hell he’s been anyway? Or why he just, disappeared? I mean, what you guys had…, that shit, was love, if I’d ever seen it.”

You looked down at the ground at that, your mood shifting due to the reminder.

“He used to make you, so happy,- like I used to catch smiling to yourself, and you used to practically click your heels whenever-“

“Okay, that’s a lie, I would not click my heels,” you corrected, holding out your hands, “and…I didn’t really ask him, but he said that it was ‘complicated,’ whatever that means,” you scoffed. “ it was just him trying to make up an excuse, and not face up to what he did, ‘cause the damage he left was right in his face. ”

Jaz watched you sympathetically as you spoke. “I wish I had an answer for Ava- I wish I had an answer for myself, one that hurt less than the truth anyway…” you trailed off and let out a humorless laugh, as you reached the police station, and sighed.

“That I was just another name added to his long list of women that he’d fooled over the years. He wasn’t happy, and he didn’t know how to break it off, so he took the easy way out, because he didn’t have the balls to tell me. And now, I don’t know if he’s just trying to entertain himself for the time being, by trying to weasel his way back into my life, because it doesn’t matter. Because his shit doesn’t work on me anymore.” You voiced, shrugging.

Jaz looked, like she felt bad for bringing it up, but you assured her it was fine, before you made your way into the police station.

The station you were called into looked office like, and when you got there, you were escorted to a waiting area, and were told you would be called in by an agent. It was different from any other station you’d been to, and looked more like it were headquarters for company.

You could see through the windows, and the people in the rooms could see you right back, as they were made of glass. Even though it wasn’t a typical police station, being in the building with that many police made you think back to the last time you were in a police station. After Billy left, it was the only place you knew for months straight. And it also made you think back to the first time you were ever in a station.

After that horrific night. The night that you could never forget.

When you got to the waiting area you weren’t surprised by the face that met yours, his head tilting up to look at yours, with a large smile across it, as you approached.

Speak of the devil…” you lowly muttered to Jaz, annoyance in your voice.

Billy was dressed in his regular suit and tie, and his coat in hand. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him since that night he’d dropped you off at your apartment and tied to, what you thought was, kiss you.

“Well, I think I saw a vending machine on our way in, and since you won’t let me swipe his keys so we can mess with his car, I don’t think I’ll be able to control my sticky fingers, so I’m gonna go get some snacks. And In the words of or lovely Ava, just yelp for help.”

You nod with a laugh, as Jaz walks back in the direction you both came, and you walk over to the waiting area, where Billy is already seated.

“Good morning to you,” he says with a smile, Was that, Jaz that I just saw?” He asks, motioning to the place you were standing before.

“Yup, she saw a vending machine on her way in and…you know her and her snacks,” you sit in the only seat left, next to Billy, “you can’t keep ‘em apart.”

“Right, I remember, she was always very.. serious about her food.” He said nodding. You both were quiet for a minute, which was beyond awkward, and he continued. “How have you been? I-I haven’t seen you since-“

“Since we escaped that building of doom? I’m fine. I just wanna do this and go.” You could tell that Billy agreed, but then he looked like he had something on his mind, which he tried to voice.

“Uh, I’ve been meaning to talk to you, about the other day,-“

“Billy, there’s nothing to talk about, because nothing happened, and nothing was going to happen. Okay? No chance.” You blurted out, ending the conversation before it began. Billy seemed a bit disappointed at your answer, but nodded anyway.

“Alright, okay. But there was also something else I wanted to talk about.”

You didn’t really believe him, but you decided to hear him out. “I’m listening.”

“So that guy, that we ran into in the building, I think we should… keep that between us.”

“You shifted in your seat, confused. “What do you mean? You mean, keep that from the police?”

“Yeah, I just think, it’d be, smarter to not tell anyone.”

“Not even the police? It could probably help then catch the guys you know, if we told them what the guy told us. Like how we heard they were sent by some guy, and how they were looking for somethi-“

“Y/N,” he sighed, “It would be better to keep it to ourselves.”

“But why?”

“Let’s just say…,”. He hesitated to speak, “that some of the cops in this place are not very, loyal to the force, okay? If we tell them anything we heard from that guy, it’d be in the system, and it could get back some people, that, trust me on this, we don’t want it getting back to.”

“What people? Billy, you’re not making any sense, at all-,” Billy touching your arm, causes you to stop talking and look at him. His hand felt tense on your arm, a serious look stretched across his face, and his eyes looked to have a mix of worry and softness in them, which you found to be incredibly strange for dealing with the police, since the police’s job was to help people. Maybe he did know what he was talking about, since he ran into police a lot at his job.

“Just, please… trust me. Okay?”

You hesitated, but eventually nodded, and put your hands up in defense, “Okay. I won’t say anything.” And your works seemed to relax Billy, prompting him to take his hand off your arm. “But for future reference, you should really stop saying that, because it absolutely, does not have the effect you think it does.” you admitted to him.

He relaxed at that, and you turned to make a comment at what he was wearing.“Is that three piece suit glued to you or something? It’s Saturday.”

He chuckled at that, and moved closer to you, if it was possible, and put his arm around the neck of your chair. “It in fact, not glued to me, and it comes off pretty easy, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’d be glad to show-“

“Forget it. I regret having asked in the first place. Leave it to only you to that.” You expressed, lightly shoving his arm away.

“Yeah, but you used to love it.”

“Hm, I wonder what changed?” You voiced, putting your finger on your lip in a thinking stance. “Anyway, I got a call from, an Agent Madani this morning? Is that who called you in too?”

“Ahh, yeah. Not personally on the phone, but I’m not surprised that she’s in charge of this case. She’s very… persistent in her work. Stops at nothing to get to the bottom of a case.”

“Wait, you know her?” You asked, shifting in your seat at his information.

“Yeah…” he sighed deeply, “sometimes the police and my guys clash. So I’ve ran into her a few times on the job. ”

“Huh, you seem to run into a lot of people on said job.” You remarked, raising your eyebrows and leaning back in your chair, and resting your head on the wall behind you and staring at the ceiling.

Billy didn’t say anything for a minute or so, opting to just smirk to himself, which you noticed, and you lowered your gaze from the ceiling to look at him.

“Is something funny?”

He looks over at you, a smirk still on his face, as if he found something amusing.“-No, nothing’s, -nothing’s funny at all.” He shrugged and put his hands up in defense.

After he didn’t say anything more, you went back to resting your head on the wall behind you when him speaking, made you look at him again.

“It’s just that, if I didn’t…know any better, I’d say that,” he closed one of his eyes as if he was thinking, “you sound a little jealo-“

“Then you don’t know any better, because you actually thought to finish that sentence.” You interrupted, his words making you sit up in your chair. “I only commented, because that’s what you said last time about the, sergeant guy, and I just wanted to know who I was going to be dealing with. Obviously.” You shared, dragging out the last word.

He was still smirking, so you opted to share further.

“If you think that I’m jealous,” you sat up further, pointing to yourself, “then that tie is on a little too tight. Like you’ve officially, lost your mind.We’re not together anymore you can do whatever you want.”

“Okay,” he cleared his throat and sat up straighter in his seat, a smirk still painting his face. “If you say so.”

“I do say so.”

He shrugged. “Cool.”

“Great.”

“Fine.”

You both sat in silence for the next few minutes, and you thought, actually had hoped that it would’ve stayed that way, but Billy started another conversation.

“…So I never got chance to ask you, ‘cause we were busy, trying not captured and stuff in that building, but you and this Nick character-“

“Oh god…” you groaned to yourself.

“-Are you like” he looked like he had a hard time getting the words out, “together or something?”

“Billy…”

“-I mean if you wanted flowers, I could’ve gotten you flowers,-like I was getting to that,” he sat up now, and looked perplexed, “And I mean the ones he got you, anyways, you told me, that you don’t even like those kinds-“

“It’s the thought that counts Billy, and not that it’s any of your business, but if you must know, we’ve been on two dates.” You paused before adding, “so far. ‘Cause they’ll probably be more, actually.”

“So far, huh.”

“Yup.”

“Well, I just have a weird feeling about this guy, okay? I’ve seen him, somewhere, I can’t pin it down, but he just seems a little… off to me.”

“Uh, you’re a little off, Billy, if you think that you’re going to interfere with my dating life, because you ‘have a bad feeling about guy,” you spat, using air quotes and a mocking tone. “He’s a gentleman and a nice guy.”

“Well, you know what they say,” he said, leaning back in his chair, “Nice guys finish last.”

“Well this nice guy, is In the lead, so.”

Billy looks off into the distance, and runs his tongue over his teeth in frustration. “That’s great.”

“Cool.”

“Fine.”

“Fin-,” just as you were about to finish your sentence, you both hear a loud knocking on the glass behind you, prompting you and Billy to turn around, and when you do, you’re both met with a man, annoyance painting his face.

“Are you guys done!?” He threw his hands up in frustration, and his voice sounded muffled. “I can hear you through the glass. Jeez,” He complained, scoffing.

You mouthed a quick ‘sorry’, while Billy said nothing and turned back around, irritation on his face.

You both sat there in silence after that, not saying anything, when the loud sound of heels coming towards you, prompts you to look up. It was a woman, and she was pretty, and her short curly hair falling just around her neck, fit her perfectly. She approached you, and introduced herself.

“Hello, Ms.Y/L/N, I’m Agent Dinah Madani, Homeland Security, we spoke on the phone. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” She said with a smile.

You noticed an accent when she spoke, her voice sounding friendly. But her smile didn’t seem very genuine to you and looked more, forced, but you otherwise took the hand she held out to you and shook it.

“Oh, no, you’re fine, I wasn’t waiting too long.” You replied, nodding your head. She answers with a nod as well and a smile, and shifts her attention next to you, to acknowledge Billy, who stood from his seat.

“Agent Madani,” he started, “we can’t keep meeting like this. Seems to be a pattern we should break.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Mr. Russo,” she says with a single nod and a slight smile, that again, seemed forced, “please, follow me, Ms.Y/LN.”

…

The Agent, who went by Madani, took you to a grey painted room, that looked more like a conference room, if anything. When you walked in, you noticed a yellow folder on the table, which was on the opposite side of where you stood, and you guessed that’s where Agent Madani would be sitting.

“Please, have a seat Ms.Y/L/N,” she gestured to the seat opposite of her, confirming what you thought and you took her offer. “I really do hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long. I was just gathering information.” She sat opposite of you now, folding her hands before her.

“No, that’s okay, it wasn’t too much of a wait.” You replied. “Um, did you say that you were Homeland Security?” You asked, to confirm.

“Correct. Most of the time when it’s a large company like this one, with a situation as big as this one, we get pulled in. Is that okay?”

You found it weird that she was asking you that, since it wasn’t like you had much of a choice in selecting which kinds of police would look into the situation, but you nodded anyway.

“Oh, yeah no, that’s… fine, I guess. I mean,” you shrugged, “I just don’t know how these things go.”

“Right. Well, I have a few questions for you, pertaining to what happened that day.” She says and you nod, a sign for her to ask her questions.

“Can you tell me how you were able to get out of the building?”

“Well, I was with Mr. Russo, the entire time, so it was really him who got me out of there.”

“And I was told it was you, Mr.Russo, and another individual, who were the only ones that were able to make it out the building, without police interference.”

“Yes.” You nodded.

“And you were together the entire time?”

“…yes. That’s correct.”

“And… neither one of you were harmed? There were several others, who made it out, that had to be taken to the E.R.”

“Yeah, I know it was, terrible, but Mr. Russo made sure we got out of there unharmed.”

“Hm.” She made a slight face as she bummed to herself, “ I find it… a little hard to believe, that you all just, made it out unharmed.”

Huh. This was sounding more like an interrogation, than getting a statement taken.

Your eyebrows furrowed at that. “Um, Agent Madani, Mr. Russo was in the Special Forces, and owns his own Private Military Firm, so I don’t think it’s that far fetched…”

She nodded, “Well, these guys were able to take down his entire team that he placed in the building, who are also very skilled, so I wouldn’t say it was too crazy…”

“I…guess we were just lucky.” You said, shrugging.

“Lucky, huh?” You nodded, at her question.

When you didn’t say anything she continued, “Well, Ms.Y/L/N, would you say that you were lucky, when you came into contact with one the intruders? When you were alone, and not in fact with Mr.Russo, like you previously said before?”

Shit.

You fixed your posture and swallowed after her words, being caught off guard, and the Agent spoke again.

“They were able shut down the power in the in the building, which also shut down most of the cameras. Except for the ones that were battery powered, of course.”

“Of course.” You repeated in a slight mocking manner.

“We saw that you both, moved out of view of the camera, so can you tell me what happened after?”

You fiddled with your fingers, thinking about what Billy told you. “Again, I was just really lucky. When he saw me he just, left me alone. And I was unharmed.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah…”

She didn’t say anything for a minute, and just stared at you, with a slight smirk on her face, and you stared back, feeling uncomfortable.

“Well, I’m glad, that you were unharmed, of course.” She finally said.

“Thank you. So am I…” you lowly trailed off, as she stood up now, grabbing the folder that was on the desk.

“And the company’s been running, for over 20 years now?”

You quickly counted in your head, then answered. “Uh, Yeah, I would say.”

And it’s run by your boss, a Mr.Harrison Wilburne? He’s a very well known man.”

“Well, he’s rich, so…, and like you said, it’s a pretty big company.”

“Of course, Wilburne industries. I hear that every year, he throws these fancy events, for a fundraiser for charities?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, relaxing a bit. “He invites other rich people that he knows, and us employees get to attend so…I think he’s a pretty great person, for the fundraisers of course. We actually have one coming up soon.” She give another one of her forced smiles, as a response.

“Do you… know where your boss was, during all this?”

“Uh… I actually don’t, I didn’t really see him that day, if he was there at all.”

“Hm..,” she trailed off, “ and let me ask you, you are in a very high position, at Wilburne industries, one of the top spots?”

“Yes, I am.”

“I understand that, it didn’t take you very long to get to that position level. It takes some people years, to get to where you are now. It’s impressive.”

“Thank you, but I got lucky there too. I mean, yeah I did work my ass off, but Mr. Wilburne did, give me the chance of a lifetime.”

She started walking now, around the table you sat, which made you shift uncomfortably.

“I guess you did get lucky.” She said, her smile all too forced. She rounded the table and stood near you now, the folder she previously walked in with, in her hand, and she continued.

“But I mean, it must’ve helped that nobody knew who your father was.”

You froze at the words that left her mouth, caught off guard.

-No. This wasn’t what you came in for.

She can’t know that.

Maybe she didn’t really know anything and was just trying to intimidate you. For some reason.

For whatever reason.

Your eyes shot up to meet hers, as you felt a deep panic begin to rise in you, as she leaned back on the desk, staring at you, and you stared right back, more of a glare really, when you spoke.

“What did you say?”

“Oh, I said, your father.” She repeated matter of factly. “He’s, a pretty famous guy too, been in the news a lot lately.” She opened the folder she had in her hand and began reading from it. “Thomas St.James, A.K.A of course, Mr. White, leader of one of the biggest crime empires New York’s City’s every seen.”

Why the fuck did she know that?

There was no way she would know that unless she did some digging.

Who the hell was this lady and why the fuck was she digging into your life?

You clenched your jaw after she spoke, still glaring at her, enraged. You frozen in place, furious, but she didn’t seem to care though, as she flipped through the folder she had in her hand.

“That has nothing, to do, with the situation at hand, Agent Madani-“

“He built an empire, from drug money, and was on the police’s radar for years, and the FBI’s most wanted list, but could only be identified, as Mr.White, because he always got away clean. White slate.”

She flipped through the folder as she quoted something from it.

“And the night that he was uncovered twenty-five years ago, police found heavy substantial evidence in St.James home, revealing him to be Mr.White, which was only after police went through the St.James home, due to discovering a-“

She stopped in her reading abruptly, before returning her eyes to yours, and your eyes shot away from hers at that, staring at the far wall ahead of you, swallowing hard. You grasped the edge of the table now, your jaw clenching even harder and you couldn’t get any words out, and she continued reading.

-due to discovering a brutal crime scene.”

Your eyes began to burn now, the tears that were forming threatening to spill any second, as Madani continued quoting what she had in her hand.

“Police were near by, when.. they heard screams, at the St.James home and responded, finding a neighbor who had…discovered the suspect Thomas St.James, with the murder weapon in hand, a knife, near t-the victim, St.James’s wife… Olivia St.James.”

The tears fell now, quickly streaming down your face, as Madani read on.

“The neighbor, who was close to the couple, went over pick something up for the couple’s c-child, Y/N St.James, who was… attending a s-sleepover with the neighbor’s daughter. The victim’s sister, Elizabeth Y/L/N, took custody of the child, giving the child her sister’s maiden name. Although, St.James was charged with the crimes pertaining to his criminal empire, and the murder of his wife, he has maintained his innocence, ever since.”

Madani closed the folder now and your eyes shifted to hers, the tears still streaming down your face. Her mouth was agape, and she looked like she wanted to say something, but struggled to.

“I, uh…I didn’t know that he- I didn’t hear that in the news-,” she paused, “I didn’t know, that was going to be in there.”

“Can I ask you, what the point of that was? Any of that?”

“I just- I thought that you could answer some questions on a case that I’ve been working on involving-“

She doesn’t get to finish whatever she was going to say when the door burst open, and a man coming in, his angry gaze on Madani. His grey hair was styled, along with his grey goatee, and he wore a suit.

“Madani!” He yelled, “I thought I told you one of the other agents would be taking over for this,” he reminded the Agent, and you guessed that the question was rhetorical one, but Madani answered anyway.

“Yes..sir. But all the other agents weren’t available at the time so, I took over.” She took and breath, and replied, you could noticeably see that she having a bit of a stand off, with the man that you assumed was her boss.

“…Right..” he trailed off, staring at her with a stern face, before turning to you. “Carson wolf, Ma’am, I apologize for the way that my agent acted, for what was supposed to be a simple appointment for taking a statement,” he held his hand out to shake yours, while glaring at Madani, which you shook in return, “You’re free to go, Ma’am.”

They seemed to be having a stare-off when you leave the room, rushing to find Jaz, so you could go home. On your way out, you didn’t see Billy, and you assumed that he must’ve been in another room, getting his actual statement taken.

Nothing about what just happened made sense. If Madani had questions about a case you knew something about, which you doubted, why didn’t she just ask you? Or was she using what she knew about you father as leverage, because she believed she wouldn’t get the answers to those questions.

But who did she have questions about?

…

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I'm in ruins thinking about Kotallo and Fashav spending 5 years growing to love each other. All for it to be ripped away by a comrade they trusted. RUINS.

After his solo assignment in Arrowhand, Kotallo takes Fashav to the inker for his first marks. He gives a rushed history of the difference in style and shape language between the clans. Fashav blushes when Kotallo traces his arm as he explains how far the marks will likely extend for his deeds.

Fashav always volunteers for assignments in the Desert Clan because he knows Kotallo is miserable in the heat. Kotallo swallows his pride. It's a small gesture, but it's kind. Besides, Fashav has more patience for Drakka's antics than he ever will.

The second anniversary of their Kulrut arrives too quickly. For Fashav, it's a memory tainted by losing hope of ever returning home. All he wants is a moment alone to reflect before joining the other Marshals feasting in the yard. As he reads over his glyphs, he hears a rustle behind him. Without turning to look, Fashav says, "Are you coming in or simply content watching me sweat?" Kotallo's leaning in the doorway, watching fondly as Fashav scribbles on parchment. He enters wordlessly, sits on the cot, and reveals a vessel from behind his back; Carjan wine he scavenged from an abandoned raider camp. He'd saved it, remembering the wistful way Fashav spoke of nights in Meridian with his cousins. It's pleasant and sweet. Kotallo would never admit it's better than Sky Clan spirits. But as the night goes on, the way it makes Fashav's laugh deep and unguarded is enough for him to check every raider camp he sweeps for another cask.

Kotallo's away settling a dispute in Salt Bite. When he arrives back at the Grove, Regalla's positively gloating about goading Fashav into the Valley of the Fallen trial. Kotallo is LIVID, but won't risk Fashav's honor by going after him. All he can do is wait and pray to the Ten that the days go by quickly and Fashav returns unscathed.

Regalla tries to smooth things over with Kotallo after the Valley of the Fallen incident. She's jovial and cocky, teasing him about his form as they spar together in the training pit. "You're sluggish today. It's the Carja, isn't it? What is it about that man that makes you lose your focus?" "Probably his shiny silks, they catch the light like a beacon," he jests. Fashav hasn't worn anything but Tenakth armor since the Kulrut, but it feels familiar to tease him. She laughs and he rolls his eyes. Regalla circles around him, spear trailing loose designs in the dirt. "He'll be fine, you know. Tell me, what is it really? Worried he'll trip over a root? Get stuck up a tree? Try to appease a Glinthawk with some of his eastern poetry?" In a flash she scores a hit to his shoulder, "I wouldn't worry too much. That sniveling worm would wriggle his way out of a Thunderjaw's maw. The Ten know nothing else will touch him. Well maybe not nothing?" Kotallo freezes and studies her face, hoping to see some regret in her eyes. How far will she take her jibes? She only smirks back, whirling for another attack. Before she can blink, he steps aside and swipes her feet out from under her, blunt end of his spear resting at her throat. Crouching next to her face, he hisses, "It's been 3 years, Galla. He has nothing left to prove to us. Nothing to prove to you, even in all your bitterness. Ease. The fuck. Up." He stands and tosses his spear to the ground. It's a grave insult to make another clean up your weapons, but he's furious. He feels her eyes scorching his back as he makes his way to the Grove. The ice will never thaw between them.

Bonus:

Kotallo learns to read so quickly with the Focus because Fashav taught him Carja glyphs. They would leave messages for each other in various settlements, in their rooms, in secret spots all over the Grove. The journals Aloy finds were meant for Kotallo.

#tbh i'm stretching it with fashav ever trusting regalla #fashav #kotallo #hfw #mine #kotallo/fashav #i'm a messssss #my first foray into writing???? hello??#these idiots have done something to me?#lol okay i edited the last bit because it didn't sit right with me that regalla would 'smooth things over' by being straight up cruel

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The Oracle

Fandom: Wednesday (2022) Summary: Xavier's visions have been different since they got back from their impromptu break. It's not exactly a good thing, in both Enid and Wednesday's definition of the word. Warnings: Mentions of canon grooming and historically accurate prejudice Word Count: 3,779 Ship(s): Ajax Petropelus/Xavier Thorpe and Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin

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A/N: So I haven't done a ton of research into what actual Greek mythology says about this kind of thing, I just decided that I wanted to make some stuff up for fun world building! I hope that you all enjoy it anyway. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Enid gave a little shudder and then tossed a look over her shoulder. Wednesday didn’t even have to trace her gaze to know that she was staring at the door to the classroom that they had just left. As much as she enjoyed Enid’s company (not that she would admit that to anyone, even under the most extreme forms of duress), the other girl was not subtle. For a brief moment, she wondered how Enid had become the gossip queen of the high school when she was so blatant with her staring and eavesdropping.

“That was scary,” Enid whimpered as they continued down their path.

“I think that all the green smoke was overkill. I could have done without it,” Wednesday replied almost dismissively.

The hallway was deserted from all of the other students that usually swarmed the massive stone walkways because they were still in the middle of an hour instead of between it. They had been excused from the rest of their classes for the day as the teachers had decided that after the incident none of them would be able to focus enough to actually take in any of their lessons. Wednesday figured that they were right, simply based on the way that her rest of her classmates and her roommate were acting.

She turned her head to the side just in time to see another body join their little entourage as they walked down the hall. Tyler towered over her as he hefted his backpack a little further up on his shoulder. The Hyde had transferred to Nevermore after being released from the asylum when the new principal took over. The ban on Hydes attending Nevermore had been lifted just a few weeks after Tyler had been sent away when they reasoned that with the ban, things had gone so much worse than they had without it so it was a better idea to try and train the Hydes inside of the school instead of leaving them free to be taken advantage of out in the real world.

It had been a bit of a struggle for him to adjust to being at a school full of people like him when he had been raised in a town that was wary of them and then turned against them when his master had control over him. He was a free beast now, about as dangerous as a vampire around an actively bleeding wound or a werewolf during a supermoon. Now that he had gotten over the roughest part, which was establishing himself as both an outcast and as not the person that had killed several people in the town, the student body had just accepted him as someone that was kind of boring. They had picked on him quite a bit in the beginning to try and get a reaction out of him but it had resulted in Wednesday nearly biting a couple of them so that had stopped too.

Sometimes there was still issues between Tyler and Enid, but they got along for the sake of Wednesday since neither of them were going to give up their friendship with her.

“Is that something that happens to him normally?” Tyler asked as he also looked back towards the classroom.

His question was directed at Wednesday but Enid answered it before she could get the chance, “No! Did you see that? He was all bent over and his eyes were all the way rolled back in his head. I thought that he was being possessed by a ghost or something.”

“The only person here that is remotely possessed is Wisteria and that’s a demon, not a ghost,” Wednesday replied immediately. She noticed the way that Enid’s face became a little bit crunched when she said the name of her classmate. They usually referred to the aforementioned outcast by her last name since that’s what she preferred, but Wednesday, as a pagan, found it uncomfortable to refer to the daughter of the world’s most famous exorcist as ‘Shepherd’.

Tyler hummed as he took in what they had both said. It was a learning curve for him to get used to the idea of all the different types of outcasts that there could be but he was quickly learning. “Is that a normal vision thing?”

“It depends,” Wednesday replied. She was going to start talking about this before Enid got the chance so that she could display her dominance as someone that knew everything about visions, given that she got them herself. “You know what my visions are like. And they happen like that every time. My mother’s look either like she has fallen asleep or she’s lost in her own thoughts. Vincent Thorpe looks as though he’s having a seizure,” she mimicked the way that the man would throw his head back and his chest would raise up towards the ceiling while twitching aggressively.

“I think that the majority of the thrashing is for the cameras and not actually what he looks like when he’s having a vision, but that’s besides the point,” she finished.

“But that’s not what his normally look like?” Tyler asked as he tossed his head back towards where the incident had happened.

Wednesday tilted her head to the side so that she could watch him out of the corner of her eye. He was a fascinating creature, both in and out of his Hyde form. The way that his muscles rippled underneath the black and blue striped uniform really cemented just how unbelievably powerful he was. The scars on his face reminded her of that terrible night that they had, the one that she affectionately called their first fight. They got through it and were happier than ever though, especially now that he was able to be around her as often as she wanted him to be.

“I believe that he said his come to him in his dreams. That’s a question that Bianca and possibly Ajax are going to be able to answer for you better than I, however,” Wednesday answered with a bit of a clipped tone. To the outsider it would look like she was upset, but really she was worried for her friend.

“Maybe we should go and check on him in the nurse’s office,” Enid suggested, turning towards them so that she was walking backwards down the hall.

Wednesday and Tyler shared a glance with each other before they nodded, both of them agreeing that it would probably be for the best.

They redirected their course so that they were walking down one of the forks in the hallway that they usually passed by when they were walking to the dormitory part of the massive castle. All of the teachers and other students were still hidden away in their classrooms and offices so no one was there to look at them strangely or ask what they were doing not going to where they had been released to. That was for the best, Wednesday mused to herself, because she wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to resist the opportunity to stab someone with how concerned she was. There was also a plentiful heaping of morbid curiosity intermingling with her protectiveness over her friends.

When they got to the outside of the infirmary, which was really just a small room with a couple of beds and medical equipment to help set bones and mend wounds in the faster-healing creatures that attended the school, they saw that one of their classmates was already sitting outside of it.

“You’re here to visit him too, huh?” Bianca asked as she tilted her head up so that she could look at them. Her eyes were slightly puffy and red form crying, which only served to make the trio more concerned about what they would find inside.

“We are. We were in class with him when it happened,” Wednesday replied.

“They called me down because he was asking for me,” she looked towards the room that they were all waiting to be let into. When she turned back towards her classmates she asked, “What happened?”

Enid was the one that took the lead on this since she was the one to be able to see it better. “It was almost like he had a seizure. He kept shaking his head like something was bothering him and blinking his eyes a lot. Then he stood up and his eyes rolled all the way back into his head so that it was just the whites. All this green smoke began to flood out of him and into the room like someone had released a smoke bomb. Then he started talking in another language and twitching. Then he just suddenly dropped down to the ground all limp. It was almost like he had died, it was so scary!”

Bianca pursed her lips and then turned her head towards the nurse’s room again. It was clear that her mind was plagued with thoughts that she didn’t feel comfortable talking to them about, which Wednesday found to be a bit curious based on how close they had gotten with each other since the incident with their last botany teacher.

All four of the students were immediately distracted from their own thoughts as a fifth individual joined them. They turned just in time to see Ajax rounding the corner. He was tugging at the top of his beanie while holding his phone up to the side of his head. He was speaking very quickly in a language that none of them spoke or could understand. When he saw them, his eyes widened and he hurriedly ended the call.

“What are you all doing here?” Ajax asked.

“We were coming to check on-” Enid said, speaking for the group because she still viewed herself as being the closest person to her now ex-boyfriend.

He cut her off before she could finish, “I didn’t think that you guys came here just for fun, but he’s not really up for visitors right now. What happened was really scary and kind of a big deal. We’ve got a lot of shit to deal with.”

“Ajax, this isn’t like you,” Enid objected with a small shake of her head.

“Can… Can you all come back later, please?” he asked as he tried to calm himself down with a couple of quick breaths.

Wednesday opened her mouth to viscerally chew him out, but before she got the chance the person that they had all been waiting to see called through the door, “Who’s there, Jax?”

“Bianca, Wednesday, Enid, and Tyler,” he walked up to the door and shouted through it so that the person on the other side could also hear them.

“Let them in.” As soon as he said that, they were all through the door and standing in the small office, nearly piling over each other so that they could see their beloved friend.

Xavier was curled up on his side on the nurse’s bed with a heart rate monitor and his mouth covered with an oxygen mask. His hair was pulled back in a half bun so that most of it was out of his face. His skin was chalky and his face a little bit gaunt, but he smiled when he saw the worry that his friends had for him. “Hey guys.”

“Xavier! What was that?” Enid asked, tears welling in her eyes now that she had confirmation that her friend was alright.

The aforementioned teenager locked eyes with Ajax and the two of had a conversation silently with each other. Bianca seemed to have more of an understanding of what was going on, even though the other three were completely lost. She walked over to the bed and knelt down next to it so that she could brush some of his hair away from his face. “You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to, Xav.”

“I do want to, it’s just a matter of how much you need to know, per se,” he explained awkwardly.

Wednesday was beginning to get frustrated with being left out of the loop. With the combination of her visions and her quick wit, she was used to knowing absolutely everything that was happening around her. Now that she didn’t, though, she was quickly losing her already short temper. “Just tell us,” she snapped.

“Wow, Willa, you really can’t handle not thinking that you know everything around you, can you?” Xavier asked with a small chuckle in the back of his throat.

She let out an angry noise in the back of her throat but didn’t say anything. She was waiting for him to get his story together so that he could explain everything and she wouldn’t be in the dark anymore.

Slowly, Xavier moved so that he was in a sitting position. He folded his legs underneath him and then inched further onto the bed so that his back was up against the wall. “So you all know who my dad is, right?” he asked. When all of his friends nodded in affirmation he continued, “Well we both have visions and that’s not something that just popped up with him. That’s the way that our framily has been since it began because we were ‘blessed’ by the gods.”

Wednesday noticed the way that he put air quotes around the word ‘blessed’ and acted rather put off by that term. She was very intrigued to see where this was going.

“We’re something special, not doves or clairvoyants or anything like that. Every so often someone in our family will be born to be an Oracle,” Xavier explained. “It usually starts with their visions that are like every other vision-havers. They’ll be mostly meaningless or about something very specific until the person having them learns how to read between the lines and take in what they’re about. But then they get more and more present to the point where they can’t be ignored. The final step is what happened in class.”

“The spewing smoke and speaking in another language?” Wednesday asked as she raised a brow.

“It was Greek,” Xavier explained.

Ajax moved slightly in front of the other man, shifting his shoulders awkwardly like the entire conversation was making him uncomfortable. He stepped forward again so that he was standing directly in front of Xavier, blocking the others from being able to see him entirely, let alone reach for him.

“Jax,” Bianca said, catching his attention. She gave a little shake of her head and he nodded, stepping back so that he could sit on the bed beside Xavier. The gorgon reached out and took his boyfriend’s hand so that their fingers were intertwined.

“What’s up with that?” Tyler asked as he motioned with his head towards the duo. He had a lot of experience with beasts and their masters, having been one himself. The relationship between the two boys reminded him a lot of what that had been like but with less grooming and forced compliance.

“Oh,” Xavier blinked as he seemed to realize that the behavior his friend was exhibiting was out of the norm for the others. “Well, you see, when an Oracle is beginning to get their whereabouts and cultivate their powers, there will be two other people that assume the same rolls. They don’t have to be from the same family line like the Oracle does, but they do display the same kind of attributes and have similar relationships with the Oracle.”

“Rest,” Bianca informed him softly when she noticed the way that he was beginning to sway and how he was exhaling most of the sentences that he was saying. He gave a nod and then turned his head to the side so that it was resting on Ajax’s shoulder while his eyes fluttered shut. “Like Xavier was saying, the Oracle has two people that help them learn and grow as time goes on. One of them is the Translator. That individual takes the prophecies and visions that the Oracle has and then translates them and interprets them so that the common person can understand them. Back in ancient Greece it was how they were able to send the heroes on their quests. Otherwise the prophecies are completely useless as the Oracle doesn’t even remember them very well afterwards.”

Ajax spoke up once Bianca had finished, “The other is the Protector. They’ve had a lot of different names over the years as the form of protecting shifted and changed with the world but they’ve always just served as a way to make sure that the Oracle is safe, mentally and physically.”

“Both of them are there to make sure that the Oracle can get their job done and is well taken care of. That means bringing the Oracle water, food, making sure they sleep and rest, things like that,” Bianca glanced towards the now sleeping teenager to her right. “Being the Oracle is very scary, it’s a lot of power and a lot of responsibility.”

“You two are the Translator and the Protector,” Wednesday said as her eyes flashed between the three of them with a strict scrutiny.

Bianca and Ajax shared a look with each other. Neither of them had spent enough time around the Raven to be sure that she was safe to have in the room when Xavier was in such a vulnerable place, but she was still their friend so they were willing to give her the benefit of the doubt for the time being. “Yeah,” Bianca said, “We are. I’m the Translator, which makes sense given a siren’s natural upperhand when it comes to learning new languages.”

“I’m the Protector. My family has actually been intertwined with Xavier’s for a long time because of that. Not all Protectors came from the Petropulos lineage but enough of them did that it was impossible to separate us entirely.”

Tyler, surprisingly, was the first to ask the next question, “So was it common for the Oracle to be romantically or sexually involved with either of their counterparts?”

Ajax blushed furiously and let Bianca do the explaining. The eloquence that he had in the moments prior seemed to be wearing off for his usual bumbling, endearing attitude. It was most likely because the inner instincts and adrenaline were removing themselves from his system.

“They were, fairly often. There were a couple that married outside of the Protector and Translator, which is how the Thorpe line has stayed this un-inbred. Imagine if every single Oracle ever married their Protector. Xavier would look worse than the Hapsbergs did.”

That got a little laugh out of Tyler and Enid, though Wednesday just scowled. “I don’t understand why he didn’t tell us sooner.”

“It’s a deeply person, very scary thing. More than a few Oracles have died after giving their first prophecy. For a while, around the Tudor era, people thought that they were witches or omens of bad luck and would kill them. That was why the Protector became so important. It’s a little bit better now since technology allows outcasts like us to find each other and rally our numbers so we don’t all get wiped out but it’s still really scary,” Ajax explained, a bit snappishly since his new job was still trying to settle and stabilize inside of him.

Bianca carefully set her best friend’s hand down on the bed and then made a shooing motion at the rest of the teenagers. “Alright, it’s time for all of you to leave. Xavier is not a side show attraction for you to ogle at, he’s tired and needs to rest. If you have any more questions about what he is and what that means for him or us then you can text any one of us and we’ll answer them if we feel like it.”

By the time that she had finished talking, they had all been forced out into the hallway. Bianca shut the door, clearly saying that they were no longer welcome in the confined space and intimacy of the trio inside. Enid was the first to turn around and start walking away from the nurse’s office, already fishing through her bag for her phone.

Tyler whirled around after her, catching her wrist before she had the time to pull up her blog and start making a post about what she had just learned. “Don’t. Bianca and Ajax literally just finished explaining to us why this was risky for Xavier to tell us about. Xavier probably doesn’t want you broadcasting it to the whole school like it’s some kind of relationship drama.”

Enid snarled at him, which caused the Hyde to snarl back at her. Before they had the chance to try and transform while stuck in broad daylight in the hallway, Wednesday forced herself between them and made them continue walking down the hall. “Enid, you’re going to post something about Ajax and Xavier’s relationship, like how you saw them holding hands the other day, and that will distract them from what happened with Xavier during class today. We aren’t going to let people try to fight over him like raptors over the last mouse.”

“Right,” she nodded, yanking her phone away from Tyler so that she could continue to work.

“I still don’t really understand why he didn’t tell us. We’re his friends and friends tell each other things,” Wednesday groused as they finally made it to the point in the school where the rooms stopped being classrooms and offices and were instead bedrooms and bathrooms.

Enid let out a little giggle as she tucked her phone back into her pocket. “You’re just going to have to get used to the fact that you don’t know everything about everyone here. Not everyone is that easy to read, especially when they have a secret that they want to keep deep down,” she shrugged.

“Like whom?” Wednesday pried as she raised one of her dark brows.

“Shepherd, for one. There’s a reason that’s the name and not the first, but you don’t really listen when people say that kind of thing,” Tyler said from the other side of her. “You pay attention to other things so you tend to miss little details like that. Now come on, we’re going to have some fun with the free time that we were given.”

“Studying?” Wednesday asked, her mind momentarily taken off of the subject at hand- though she made a mental note to tear into Enid for details as soon as she was done entertaining her boy.

Tyler grinned big enough that Enid immediately squealed and ran off towards their dorm, “Not in our dorm, please!”

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #ao3 #archive of our own #wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #xavier thorpe #ajax petropolis #bianca barclay #tyler galpin #weyler #wyler #xajax #xavier x ajax #ajax x xavier #wednesday x tyler #tyler x wednesday

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Darkest Before The Dawn|2| Supernatural

@ohnoitsthebat

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Chicago

“It’s been almost a month,” Sam answered, taking an exhausted seat on the couch and tipping his head back.

“And you are positive that he isn’t just off with Jim, Jack, and Jose?’ She wasn’t going to bug Antonio on his night off about something that could be as trivial as that, even if they had owed her favors for hunting demons and monsters that they weren’t equipped to fight.

“He left us coordinates for Black Water Ridge Colorado.”

“What the hell is in Black Water Ridge? Isn’t that like a forest national park or something?” Dean had gone silent as he took a seat in her chair, his eyes following her as she went to the kitchen to get beers.

“It is.” He finally spoke when she returned, first handing Sam a bottle and then holding the one out to him. He shook his head and pulled her onto his lap.

She protested for a moment then settled curling into him almost instinctively. As much as she was furious with him for just up and leaving her three years ago and barely a word sense, she still loved him and craved his touch.

“What was it?”

“A wendigo.”

“In Colorado?” She was surprised, “Those are usually in Minnesota and around there right?” “Yeah.” Dean returned as his fingers dipped down and traced a pattern on her knee. Ellie made a noise of surprise and turned to look at Sam.

“You okay Sammy?’ The paramedic side of her was kicking in and she was worried about her friend and she wanted to rise to go over there and check on him. But Dean’s touches were stopping her from doing so.

“I am fine El,” Sam returned, dipping his head back to look at the two.

“No, you aren’t. Have you been sleeping?”

If looks could kill, Ellie would have been dead, all the bitterness and hurt were bubbling again. When Sam had left, he didn’t just leave John, Dean, and Savannah.

He left her too.

She and several of the girls she worked with not only at the club but at the firehouse went with her to Stanford about 6 months after Sam started and he had shunned her and pretended that he didn’t know who she was. It was a huge change from the Sam she had known in high school when they had spent every waking moment together.

Maybe being away from the hunting scene changed Sam.

It had changed her.

“Why don’t you tell us about the sedan across the street?“ Sam used the uneasy feeling he had about it to change the topic of conversation from him to Ellie, her life was more of a mystery to them now. And better than talking about Jessica.

“Protective detail.” Ellie spoke after biting on the inside of her cheek for several long seconds, “there was an incident that happened with a guy rescue squad pulled from a wreck.” Dean went rigid and his hand tightened again on her hip. “It took me and Gabby.”

Her head tilted towards the black-framed picture of her and three other girls sitting on the end table along with pictures of her with the brothers, Bobby Singer, and her father.

“To stop the bleeding and to save his life. Remember that demon we hunted back in Tupelo?”

Dean nodded his head, he remembered how Ellie had been held with her knife against her throat and he had to kill the meat suit the demon possessed and it soaked Ellie in blood.

“It was almost as bad as that, I had changed the band on my dad's watch.”

Ellie wore her deceased father's watch on her right wrist long after the battery died. It was a part of her being, she wasn’t Ellie without it.

“Matt had to cut it off of me because I couldn’t undo the band myself.”

Dean felt a surge of jealousy course through him, for as long as he could remember Ellie was all but his, and hearing the fondness in her voice dug up long pushed-back feelings.

“Anyways, he became obsessed with all three of us. Started with sending flowers and candies to the firehouse. Then he found our home addresses and started showing to show up at the firehouse, here, and, at the club.”

Both brothers looked confused. “The nurse program is expensive and I didn’t want to use all the life insurance money from my parents on it. So I started dancing at a club downtown when I am not at the firehouse for extra money.”

“As in?” Ellie nodded her head to the unasked question and Dean tightened his grip to where it was almost painful on her hip.

Possessive of her.

“And?” Sam prodded looking over his shoulder out of the window to where the sedan was, wondering what fresh hell Ellie had gotten herself into.

He had to pull her out of trouble more than once, it was twice as bad when she was with Dean or Savannah.

He had almost missed it.

“And it got worse,” she pulled her bottom lip down slightly so they could see the black stitch on the inside.

“That son of a bitch.” The older Winchester brother swore as he moved to stand up but Ellie stopped him by turning more into him and nuzzling into him almost out of habit “He didn’t get to do much else, Severide and the other rescue squad guys that were there stopped it. But he got away before the cops could catch him. So Antonio, Gabby's brother, put details on us until he is arrested. These guys are a little smarter than the ones in Sioux Falls.” The brothers laughed before Sam covered a yawn.

“I have a guest room right through there.” Ellie pointed towards the small hallway that led to the kitchen. “Try and get some sleep, there’s not much else we can do until the morning. It’s Antonio’s night off. Both of you.”

Without a second thought, Ellie pulled Dean to his feet when she stood up and started pulling him to the stairs that led up to the master bedroom and office. “Night Sammy,” Dean called as the younger brother went down the hallway towards the guest room, head hung and shoulders slumped.

“I am worried about him,” Dean admitted once Sam was out of earshot of them, “he isn’t himself. He is taking more risks.’

“Our Sammy?” The older brother nodded his head watching as Ellie locked the front door and turned on the security system.

“Do you think John is on the run to look for the demon that did it to not only Mary but to Jessica?”

Dean nodded his head and was relieved when her fingers caught his, he knew that leaving 3 years ago while she was recovering at Bobby’s was a bad idea, but he didn’t want to see her hurt because of him.

“I want you to come with us.” The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them. “What?! Are you serious?” They were now standing in her bedroom, and she was starting to pull away from him to go toward the bed

“You are the only other person than Bobby I trust to help us.”

“I have school, Dean, I work 24-hour shifts at the firehouse, to help cover Libby. If you trusted me that much, you shouldn’t have left me in Sioux Falls with Bobby, not only mourning the loss of our child but recovering from the back surgery. Why should I drop everything for you and Sam?”

#ash writes #oc: ellie scott #series: darkest before the dawn #supernatural fan fiction #supernatural imagines #dean winchester fan fiction #dean winchester imagines

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How would you spell out the fnaf timeline?

okay so. i will only be focusing on the like main murders bc i do not care for things like sister location and fnaf 3 in the sense of their events taking place in the far future of the murders themselves (fnaf 3 taking place in 2023, for example). i only really care about the original kids and their timelines

before 1983:

- charlotte "charlie" emily is killed by william afton outside of a freddy's location, likely during her birthday party. the security puppet, programmed by her father to look after her, is too late to save her and finds her body in the alleyway as she's dying. her soul goes onto possess the puppet, adding two purple tear-tracks to its cheeks - william afton takes note of the change, and begins to suspect possession. wanting to learn more, he creates a series of animatronics with the sole purpose of luring and capturing children in order to test his theory (personal note: i think it makes much more sense for the funtimes to come before the missing children's incident. william was careful, at first, when it came to capturing kids, not wanting his person to be traced back, which is why he initially wanted to rely on animatronics to do his job for him) - during the opening of circus baby's pizza world, elizabeth afton is left alone with baby, and is scooped and killed. her brother witnesses this event, and is left traumatized by the experience, now fearful of any of his father's creations. his nightmares are haunted by animatronics with mouths in their stomach due to him witnessing this very incident - circus baby's closes before it even fully opens, and the funtimes are retired to an underground location

1983:

- bite of '83. evan afton (the crying child) is killed when placed into the maws of golden freddy during his birthday party - his soul goes on to posses fredbear, being the first of two to inhabit the suit - the springlock suits are officially retired after this incident

1985:

- missing children's incident - having continued his experimentations with remnant through animals, william afton officially infuses his first animatronic with a soul. a golden retriever puppy infused into mangle is afton's first successful experiment - lured by promises of her puppy being found, susie is killed first, and goes onto possess chica - the other three go onto possess their respective suits at whatever match you see fit (personally i think it's gabriel -> freddy, jeremy -> bonnie, fritz -> foxy) - cassidy goes onto possess golden freddy, joining evan's soul within the suit

and this is. very personal. i don't claim for it to be the official or perfect timeline, but by god do i actually have reasonings for things asides from "it fits my william afton headcanon ^_^"

#muse talk #fungicialspray #i don't think we need a convoluted reason for the puppet's existence #henry cared about charlie. but he couldn't always be there for her. obviously #he was a busy man. if we can say afton made an entire plush freddy observation system #is it not fair to say henry made a singular animatronic to look after his kid?

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lcstkey · 17 days

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Trigger Warnings: long post, corpse mention, death mention, supernatural, blood, injury, burned skin, racism, suicide ideation

Sequel to: Frozen in the Darkest Moment + No Title

After her first encounter with the Shadow inside the reflection in what should have been a safe haven, Artemis has tried to learn what she could about it and find all possible connections and common threads. The young adventurer has asked around New and Old Gridania and has received both scolding for poking her nose where it clearly doesn’t belong and information about a series of various disappearances of various individuals who seemed to have vanished without a trace.

Now people-watching from the background of the Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre, she felt a sickening feeling drop to the pit of her stomach. Everyone appeared to be enjoying their days without any care in the world, always looking up toward the sun, towards the future. Artemis left with both squirrel and griffin cub tailing behind her.

How can everyone just move on so easily?

Her stubborn questioning has rewarded her with a confirmation that there was always a reflective surface, a mirror or a large enough body of water, at the location of their disappearance and the threads tying them with her own encounter; they all have lost a loved one that they have deeply missed in either the Calamity five years prior or in a recent incident and a reflective surface existing in the whereabouts of their disappearance.

None mentioned a creature hiding inside the reflection but she strongly suspects that they were responsible for these disappearances.

At the Carline Canopy, she sat down at a table, poking at her plate of food, whilst thinking of a plan to track down the Shadow when her ears pick up the familiar stomping of a certain Wood Wailer as he slammed his hands on the table. Carlisle obnoxiously warns and scolds her to not go poking her nose in others’ businesses and picking at the scabs on their healing wounds and ends the conversation with Al Mhigan brat before stomping off.

The lancer quietly sighs as she takes a bite and her brows furrow in thought. She pulls a worn map of Gridania and the Shrouds out of her pouch to look over it.

I can’t ask anyone else to be involved. As far as I know, I’m the only one who has seen that monster and made it out okay… If I want to get to the bottom of this, I’ll need to use myself as bait. I can’t see any other solution and it should work. It’s gone after me before and I see no reason why it wouldn’t try again.

That night she ventures out alone, having instructed the griffin cub and the squirrel to wait for her at the entrance of the Carline Canopy, and bade Umbra to keep an eye of them both from the shadows. She couldn’t risk endangering them; they could get hurt or killed should they get caught in the crossfire.

She treks towards the Central Shroud and makes her way to the South Shroud in the Quarrymill’s direction. Artemis knew of a spot that would be perfect for her hunt that knocks off all the criteria. Taking care to avoid unnecessary confrontation, the young lancer soon steps to the waters of the Urth’s Gift, heading towards the Fount.

The young adventurer removes her lance and brings it close to herself, whispering an enchantment to the blade. She leaves it behind, rested the weapon against one of the many shining aether crystal formations in the Fount. I hope this will help lead me back here should it come to it since I’ve never been good at finding my way…

Time to wait.

Several bells would pass as Artemis waits for the creature to appear in the reflection of the Fount’s waters. But then she hears a faint song, a lullaby her heart recognizes, hanging onto the cool air as a pair of glowing eyes appear in the water ripples. As those pair of eyes draw ever nearer akin to a predator, the sound of the song would ever grow louder in her ears. Soon, she sees her mother’s reflection where her own should be, staring up at her with a smile and whispering, “It’s time to come home.”

Here goes nothing. After a deep breath, the foolish adventurer crouches lower until practically bowing, and lets the monstrous imposter take her. Low arms rising up from the waters, claws elongated, wrapping around her, digging into the armor. Before she had a chance to react, she’s being pulled down into the waters and her world grows dark. The reflection grins and fades.

When she comes to, Artemis wakes to find herself in dark surroundings and silence; she can’t see what lies beyond or the front and back of her hands even as she held them in front of her face. Not even when she attempts to conjure one of her flames in front of her face; only felt the bitter cold as the flame bites through the gloves.

This feels beyond the darkness I use to travel from world to world… She thinks to herself, craning her head over her shoulder to squint her eyes, I need to hurry and try to find the others. For some reason, it did not finish me off then and there. I dare not think why but I should assume that it’s here somewhere.

She stands, wobbly, and tries to step forward but the ground shakes under her boot. Feeling an icy breath on the back of her neck, the young adventurer turns around, summoning the Heartsickness keyblade to her side and swings the weapon only for it to connect with nothing except the heavy air. Still, she continued to walk on.

I’m starting to feel groggy…Artemis thinks, using her free hand to rub her eyes, but then her body jolts as a realization hits her, Shit, is the air poisoned?! I can’t fall asleep now!

Her foot hits something solid, and the foolish adventurer slowly lowers herself, putting down the blade and removing her gloves. Her hands slowly reach to feel out what is there and feeling rough, maybe burned, skin gone cold, the shape of a head and their ears. She couldn’t feel a breath on her hand and as they move lower toward their neck, notes the lack of pulse and a necklace with some sort of metallic pendant strung there.

Maybe one of the missing? Their ears feel that they could be either Elezen or Lalafell… Artemis theorizes, Even if I do locate a survivor, how do I get them back to Eorzea without using a Corridor to Darkness? Would they have been able to teleport back by aetheryte? No, if that was the case, they would have returned home first wouldn’t they…? I did not think this through enough…

She undoes the clasp of the chain and pockets the necklace. Picking up the keyblade, she stands up and keeps moving, unsure of the direction she’s going until hearing that familiar lullaby. Before the adventurer could react, a strong force tackles her into the ground from behind. Screaming from the sudden scathing hot pain, she feels claws on her right ear and struggles to twist herself around.

“You have no home. There is no one waiting for you in Eorzea.” The whisper scratches her eardrums and the keybearer grits her teeth as she struggles to break free, “No one. Everyone is gone and dead.”

“Your Star, your village…Your mother and sister. Wouldn’t it be better to die and join them?” Artemis reverses her grip on the keyblade and she manages to thrust the blade backward, causing the entity to shriek as it connects. The heavy weight is off her and she scrambles to get up.

“Wouldn’t you like it all to stop? Are you not tired? The running, the hurting, and heartache, the Stars disappearing one by one?” The keybearer feels the claws and their icy breath on her face, “You led the darkness, the shadows, to them and they’re all dead because of you, Selena Wolfsong.” The entity’s shining eyes stare the girl down, reflecting the fear in hers. Hearing her own name, she could feel her own pounding heart stop and for a moment, she could see a familiar heart-shaped emblem on its head. The entity pulls away with a haunted laugh that echoes inside her mind.

“Do you remember their screams?” Another’s, a child’s voice which she recognizes as her sister’s, rings painfully inside her ears as a blast of icy heat connects with her chest and sends her flying back, “Do you remember which one was mine?”

Selena shakily tries to stand, but once again feels a heavy weight on top of her, claws digging into the chest piece of her armor. The keyblade is knocked out of her hand, fulms away from her.

The keybearer reaches out, attempting to grab what should be their face with trembling hands, and manages to grab hold of something rough like leather and warts akin to that of a toad underneath her touch, almost immediately recoiling. Despite the darkness blinding and her hands burning, she shuts her eyes and tightens her grip, feeling the cold and ice spread from her hands.

The entity pulls away and Selena manages to call the keyblade back to her hands and thrust the blade forward. She feels a weight fall on her and grits her teeth from the pain burning from her right ear. The keybearer manages to push the weight off her, wearily sitting up and panting heavily.

The ground under her shakes and the girl struggles to stand, raising a hand intending to open a Corridor to Darkness in front of her. She focuses on the image of Urth’s Fount and finding the connection to the weapon that she left behind.

I’ve run out of time. Whatever that was, it must have been holding this space together. She regrets being unable to search more thoroughly, staggering though the darkness. Selena eventually feels a cold breeze on her face and the light of the moon meeting her face as she successfully steps forth back to the waters of the Fount.

After the Corridor closes behind her, she falls to her knees and nearly falls asleep right then and there. The keybearer breathes in the forest air and her body is shivering. She briefly checks her pouch to see if the necklace is still there and softly sighs in relief to find that it is. The pendant turned out to be a silver locket.

I made it…She muses to herself, trying hard not to nod off just yet, and puts the locket away, I need to get back…

Artemis pulls herself back up and holds onto the right side of her head, feeling something warm and wet drip down her hand. She doesn’t think about it as she approached the spot where she left her lance and went to reclaim it.

The trek back to the city-state has become a blur, but the young adventurer somehow returns to the Carline Canopy. She fails to hear Mother Miounne’s gasp and bumps into an unfortunately familiar Wood Wailer.

“Go away, Carlisle,” The lancer growls, her face showing a pallor complexion, and weakly glares up at him, “I’m in no mood to deal with you and the lance forever stuck up your ass. Let me through so I can get a night’s sleep.” She hears a scream but her vision is already growing dark as she remembers no more.

#A New Home [FF14 x KH AU] | Drabble #Be Afraid of the Dark #drabbles #long post tw #corpse mention tw #death mention tw #supernatural tw #blood tw #injury tw #burned skin tw #racism tw #suicide ideation tw #queuesicles

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lilahisntsadanymore · 2 years

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A nice morning Y/n hopes to spend with her husband alone gets interrupted by an owl from Dumbledore about their kid's bad behavior.

The kid has a gender neural name and they/them pronouns so you can imagine either a son or a daughter or whoever you want <3 also, it's an au where Sirius never went to Azkaban, the Potters live etc.

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

The reader pronouns: she/her

Words count: 1.3k

Tw: Sirius being the irresponsible parent

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A fight

It was a beautiful September morning. The first morning after the Blacks' child went to Hogwarts, so Sirius and Y/n could do whatever they wanted.

Y/n thought she could sleep longer than usual, but she was wrong. She wouldn't wake up before 9am if it wasn't for a strange smell. A strange smell that, after a quick moment, Y/n associated with burning. The women's eyes widened and she got up from the bed as soon as possible.

"What the hell is happening?" Y/n asked, entering the kitchen, which she supposed was the source of the smell.

The room was full of smoke with a panicked Sirius standing by the sink. The tap water was running straight onto a pan, making the typical noise of cold water being poured on a hot surface.

"I made breakfast!" Sirius announced. "Tried to, at least."

"That's why you're not allowed near fire without supervision." Y/n sighed, opening the kitchen windows as wide as possible and trying to weave the smoke out of the room. "Unless the supervision is James, then the both of you aren't allowed near fire."

"I'm sorry. It's our first day alone, Rory went to Hogwarts, I just wanted to surprise you..."

"So you decided to burn down the kitchen? That is certainly surprising," Y/n laughed. She wasn't angry, she thought it was kind of cute how her husband attempted to make a surprise breakfast.

A relationship with Sirius Black was full of surprises, but it was the first time he tried to cook something just by himself. It's not like he wasn't allowed near fire, but everyone knew it won't end up well. They all remembered the few incidents that happened by the fireplace in the common room during their Hogwarts years.

Y/n helped Sirius clean up the kitchen and make new pancakes after throwing away the burnt ones. Just after they sat down by the table, an owl flew through one of the opened windows.

"It's half past 9, what could have happened?" Y/n wondered, seeing that the owl was carrying a letter from Hogwarts.

Sirius opened the envelope, his eyes began tracing the content of the letter. Y/n felt confused when she saw a little smirk finding its way on her husband's mouth.

"What is it about?" She inquired curiously.

"Dumbledore wants to see us as soon as possible," the man stated. "Rory got into a fight."

"On their first day?" A disappointed sigh left Y/n's mouth. She thought they raised their kid better than that. "Is there anything else in the letter?"

"That Dumbledore will tell us more detail once we arrive."

"We better arrive soon then. I can't believe my child would act like this!"

"Honey, it's also my child, I passed down on them the typical Black short temper."

"Doesn't matter! Just, shut your mouth and eat, so we can go." Y/n ordered, taking a bigger bite than she was able to swallow, so she had to drink some water.

"Do you want me to eat or shut my mouth up? Decide, for Merlin's sake!"

"Sirius, it's not a time for joking!" With an angry expression on her face, Y/n pointed her fork at Sirius. It looked hilarious in such serious situation, the man had to try hard not to laugh.

"Be careful or you'll avada kedavra me in a muggle way with that fork." Sirius joked.

Y/n didn't say anything, she was irritated enough.

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In less than an hour later Y/n and Sirius appeared in Dumbledore's office. Just for one moment, the headmaster removed the protective charms from his fireplace so that they could travel this way.

Besides Dumbledore, in the office there also were Rory, professor McGonagall, professor Snape and Draco Malfoy with his parents.

"We've got the letter." Y/n announced. "I'm sure it's a misunderstanding, Rory would never engage in a fight."

"I assure you it's not a misunderstanding." A man, who Y/n supposed was Draco's father said. She's never seen him before, he was a last year Slytherin when Y/n and her friends were first year Gryffindors.

Not listening to what Lucius said, Y/n ran up to Rory to hug them. Sirius did the same, but with a smile on his face.

"I'm sorry..." Rory muttered sadly.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, catching everyone's attention. "Since we're all finally gathered here, it's time to talk about this incident. Professor McGonagall and professor Snape?"

Severus, with his signature grimace on his face and gloom is his voice, began explaining the situation. Minerva would interrupt him from time to time to correct him or add an important detail.

"...and then Rory decided to attack Draco. This behavior is unacceptable." Snape finished his part of the story.

"May I add that what Draco did was also wrong." Minerva pointed out. "This school is a place for everyone. Draco mustn't talk badly about other students' clothes or blood status. It is established that everyone is equal - no matter what is their blood status."

"So, let's make it clear," Sirius chimed in, "my kid beat up Malfoy's kid firstly for making fun of a student wearing a hand-me-down and secondly for calling another student the m-word slur, right?"

"Yes, that is correct." Severus nodded.

"Why are we even here then?" Y/n looked at Dumbledore. "Both Rory and Draco did the wrong thing, let them shake hands and that's it. They're eleven, teach them how to handle conflicts!"

Minerva pretended to cough, trying to hide a smirk that was fighting its way on her face. This moment was bringing back so many memories of the Marauders and their little fights with Slytherins.

"And tell us who won." Sirius added, gaining a light nudge to the side from his wife. "Ouch. I bet Rory won, I taught them the muggle way to fight."

Ignoring everyone, Sirius crouched down by Rory and asked. "Did you put your fists like this," he formed a fist with the thumb outside of it, "or like this?" he hid the thumb in the fist.

"Like this!" Rory clenched their fist with the thumb outside.

"Good, exactly how I taught you. That way you won't break your thumb."

"Sirius!"

"Mr Black!"

Y/n and professor McGonagall said in unison.

"What?" Sirius looked at them. "They need to know how to fight, you never know when it's necessary."

"Certainly not in moments like this."

"Alright, alright. Let the kids apologize to each other. It's not that much of a big deal."

After a short conversation with Rory and Draco, where the kids confirmed they understand they both did bad things, they shook each other's hands. Of course it was a big deal, students can't insult or punch other students.

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"See? That wasn't too bad." Sirius said as he and Y/n were back in their home.

"Not too bad?" The woman sighed with worry in her voice. "Rory fought with another student on the first day of school! How is that not too bad?"

"Rory was defending a friend!"

"And made Gryffindor lose 50 points on the first day!"

"Oh yeah, because it would be better somewhere in the middle of December."

"Let's not talk about it, okay? Maybe it won't happen again."

"It was Draco's fault anyway."

"I agree on that."

Y/n and Sirius sat down on a couch in the living room in silence. The couple had so much free time it was weird. Until now, Rory was homeschooled. Sirius insisted to send them to a muggle primary school, but Y/n disapproved of this idea, so they hired a muggle teacher. How the Blacks explained firing him was that now Rory was sent to a boarding school.

"So what do we do now?" Y/n asked, confused by the lack of noise inside the house. It was such a strange feeling.

"I suggest things we wouldn't do when Rory was home." Sirius raised an eyebrow, causing his wife to smile.

And it all started with a make out session in the living room...

#marauders x reader #marauders imagine #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #hogwarts #marauders #hp fanfic #sirius black

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jinxiann · 2 years

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Sacrifices | Jinx x GN!Reader

Summary: Political matters are much easier than matters of love, you realize.

A/N: making myself write bc i can't get the idea out of my head! maybe it will become more fleshed out one day

Warnings: non-explicit nsfw/sexual theme

WC: 721

Righteous. Honorable. Principled. Illustrious. Those words follow your name in the mouths of citizens, the posters plastered throughout the city, and the political sections of the newspapers. The accolades that adorn the walls of your room remind you of the weight your name holds now. With talks of a council position beginning to spur, the weight of Piltover seems to double on your shoulders.

Those worries all wash away for the moment though, because she's here. You wonder if you would seem as honorable and pure-hearted if people saw the way you release stress with Piltover's most wanted criminal. How would they view the deep scratches that mar your skin? What about the numerous bruises scattered on the delicate thighs of the woman laying in front of you? Would they appreciate the private photos that you have stored away?

Well, whatever they think doesn't matter. What matters is how Jinx looks at you with her lidded eyes, regaining her energy before laughing and tangling your limbs together under your blankets. She's the only thing that can pull you out of your work, and you're thankful that she distracted you tonight. You never know when the whim to use window that you always leave unlocked will come over her.

You hold her head against your chest, gently massaging the scalp that had been abused earlier in the night. You let the silence wash over you and the steady breathing from Jinx to ground you. For a second everything seems right, but the moment is disrupted when Jinx clears her throat.

"So…"

"So?" You pull her face away so you can look at her. You notice that she's put on her pleading face as her eyes glisten, begging you to do whatever she pleases.

"You heard about what happened this morning already, right?" A sigh escapes your mouth as Jinx reminds you of the incident that involved an unsavory amount of destruction of government property. At least now you know what caused her to be extra energetic tonight. Stuff like that tends to really get her going.

"What about it?" You don't bother hiding the slight annoyance in your voice.

"Well…" She looks down and allows her fingers to run along your collarbones, tracing shapes into your skin. "You know… do your thing…with the investigations and all…"

You bite your lip. It frustrates you that Jinx is making you clean after her mess again, and it frustrates you more when her piercing eyes melt away any real anger towards her. What is love, if not sacrifices? Sacrificing yourself over and over for her? You reach for her hand and bring it towards your lips, you feel how rough her knuckles are from years of fighting. You hope one day you can make her never fight again.

"Okay. Don't worry about a thing."

"I knew you got it in ya!" With a toothy grin she kisses your forehead and jumps out of bed. The blanket flies off your body and leaves you exposed while you watch Jinx throw on her clothes.

"Going already?" She doesn't look at you as you ask, body propped up on your elbows. She spares a quick glance, but doesn't seem to notice (care?) about the hurt in your eyes.

"Always more bombs to 'splode, you understand. Doncha toots? You're the only one who gets me." With a smile she salutes you before jumping out the window of your room. Without a proper goodbye you sit up on your bed and open your bedside drawer. The emptiness the Jinx left behind needs to be filled with something, so you choose one of your old vices. You pry the window open slightly so the smoke escaping your mouth has somewhere else to go.

It'll be hard to clean up this time. Jinx hasn't been listening and has been harassing Piltover much more than you've wished for the past couple of weeks. More people around you are wondering why you aren't being more aggressive in your tactics regarding her terrorism. They want you to do more and to do it quickly. Whatever, you'll fix it. You always do. You're reliable, right? You're…

Righteous. Honorable. Principled. Illustrious. That's what you are when Jinx isn't around, but hey, nobody is perfect. Love is about sacrifices. And you'll sacrifice Piltover again and again for her.

#jinx x reader #arcane jinx imagines #arcane imagines #arcane jinx x reader #arcane netflix #jinx arcane

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wkemeup · 3 years

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Sunrise (7)

summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU) pairings: bucky x reader chapter word count: 4.8k warnings: ✨kissin✨ 🧡 series masterlist / series playlist

“I can't believe this happened,” Natasha groaned, sinking further into her couch cushions as if it could swallow her whole. She held a bottle of cheap vodka in her right hand, her left digging through a bag of sour cream and onion chips. Her red hair was untamed for the first time since you’d known her with strands sticking out at the sides and pieces falling out of her braid. She took another swig from the bottle.

“Maybe it’s not that bad?” you offered, though the slight alteration of your pitch gave way to your doubt.

Natasha had been hired through her new security firm to work the art rooms at MOMA. You’d walked her through the hiring process and sat through hours' worth of practice interviews and resume building and anxiously bouncing your knee as you both huddled around the library computer and waited for the email to come through confirming her hire.

She’d worked so hard for this job. She’d held it for almost six months without incident.

Nat deadpanned as she wiped the excess droplet of vodka from her lips with the wrist of her sweatshirt. “I tackled a civilian, Y/n.”

“You said he was acting suspicious! Isn’t that enough of a defense?” you tried, betrayed again by your tone. You winced.

“He was staring at me with those beady little eyes of his,” Nat grumbled, shoving a few more chips in her mouth, continuing before she had a chance to swallow. “He kept looking over his shoulder toward me like he was checking the surveillance of the exhibit, like he might be staging a robbery in his head or coming up with methods to blow it all to shit.”

She huffed the hair from her eyes, only for it to fall down exactly back into place at the center of her forehead. “Turns out the only plotting he was doing was to get my phone number. Didn’t know that, of course, until I’d had him pinned to the ground and his hands behind his back.”

You sighed. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for veterans like Natasha to struggle in maintaining steady employment. Adjusting to civilian life never came easy. It was why so many soldiers chose to reenlist again and again. Even after years of PTSD and the fractured relationships their distance left behind, they boarded that plane. You’d witnessed it firsthand.

“They fired me,” Nat admitted, sinking further into the couch.

She was one at the VA the others feared. With her strong features and deep voice, intimidating glare and the aura of a woman twice her size, no one took to her be anything but the stone-cold persona she amplified. You were one of the few she let her guard down around long enough to see the fragile, loving person underneath.

“I’m sorry, Nat,” you told her. You reached for her hand, squeezing it in your own.

She shrugged. “It’s fine. Move on to the next one, right?”

You nodded. Keep moving forward. It was the most she could do.

“But enough about me,” she huffed, rolling her eyes. “What’s going on with you and the broody amputee?”

“Nat!” You swatted her hard on the arm.

She was unbothered, shoving another handful of chips into her mouth. “Don’t pretend like it's not completely obvious how much the two of you are into each other. Every time I look up to take a sip of coffee at book club, one of you is making heart eyes at the other. Spill.”

You didn’t know where to begin. It felt like you’d known Bucky your whole life. But you started with the moment Sam introduced you at the VA. You told her about the moments at the library and how eagerly he read through every book you placed in his hand. You told her about the coffee trips to Luciana’s and the extra time he spent helping you set up for book club and cleaning up when it ended. You told her about the walks in the park and surprise visits at the library.

There were a few moments you left out, like Bucky’s panic attack on the crowded streets and the flashback episode the fireworks created, but you told her about the good parts. The holding hands. The comfort you felt when he walked into the room. The kiss you’d shared just a few hours earlier.

“Shit, we’re talking about James Barnes, right?” Natasha laughed as you told her he’d been the one to press forward to kiss you first. “Sam used to talk about him all the time before he started showing his face around the VA. I’d gotten the impression that he was barely keeping it together after what happened over there, like he was a ghost or something. Sounds like he’s got some game back though.”

You nodded, a laugh on your lips though it felt a little drained. You thought of the picture on Sam’s desk and the vibrance in Bucky’s smile with his arms thrown over the shoulders of his closest friends. You thought of the version of the man Natasha described, the same one Sam referenced in the library the day before when he thanked you for helping Bucky find himself again.

Curiosity crept it. It was more than that, though. You wanted to understand how a man so full of life and charm and energy could be wiped clean so quickly. You wanted to know, not for your own selfish indulgences, but so you could better understand the man you were falling for. A man who lost himself for so long and was only now starting to pick up the pieces again.

“Do you know what happened to him?” you asked, a bitter taste of shame lingering in your mouth.

“I don’t.” Natasha shook her head and you sighed, nodding. You resigned to let the inquiry go entirely – it wasn’t something you’d ever ask Bucky about directly, but then Natasha cleared her throat. “I do know he came home with a Bronze Star, though. Sam said he won't even look at it.”

You narrowed your eyes. “A what?”

“A Bronze Star. It’s awarded for exceptional bravery in combat,” Natasha explained. “My guess is it’s got something to do with how he lost his arm.”

You suspected as much. He carried himself with such distain, as if he couldn’t stand the body he was in. You’d felt the sharp cringe in his back whenever your hand drew too close to his left side, how he’d often stare at you in disbelief whenever you so willingly reached out to touch him. He’d never once removed his jacket in front of you and sometimes you wondered if he made careful avoidance of the mirrors in his own home, too.

***

The first time you saw Bucky again, you’d kissed him on the sidewalk. Rushed up to him as you skipped steps descending outside the doors of the Brooklyn Library, hands pressed firmly to the sides of his face, and just... kissed him.

It startled him at first, enough for his arm to hold out at his side, frozen, for just a second too long before it settled on your spine. Your fingers gently traced along the stubble on his cheeks, smiling bright against his lips, and he’d kissed you back as tourists and locals filtered through the busy walkway as if they were little more than a blur around you.

It became routine, it seemed, for Bucky to be waiting at the steps of the library for you. He didn’t shy away when you raced towards him, didn’t flinch when you reached for his hand, didn’t hold his breath so tight he could hardly focus.

Instead, he was full of laughter. He made jokes that would put Sam’s cheesy one-liners to shame. He walked with you on empty residential side streets even when his anxiety had started to ease only so could take his time with you, dragging his feet along the pavement to stay by your side as long as possible. It was what he told you, anyway, and your heart just about leapt from your chest.

You began to see glimpses of the man in the framed picture upon Sam’s desk. Outgoing. Flirtatious. Charming.

Sam noticed the difference almost instantly. The way his eyes flickered over to the two of you, narrowed upon the absence of space between you both as you leaned against Bucky on the couch, books nestled in your hands. Sam had been standing in the doorway to book club, peering in through the window, when you noticed him staring. His smile grew wide upon his face, a very unsubtle and enthusiastic thumbs-up followed, and you waved him off before Bucky noticed he was there.

No one in book club asked questions when after another meeting, you’d taken to resting your head on Bucky’s lap as you read, his own book settling on your shoulder. Tony peered over the top of his binding a few times with a curious stare the time Bucky had finished his book early and spend the remainder of the time reading yours over your shoulder, his finger drawing patterns on the top of your thigh, a kiss pressed to your shoulder here and there. Natasha smirked from her seat on the floor.

It happened so quickly, how easily you’d fallen for him.

Always in the smallest moments, in the sweetness of his smile, in the way he glanced over at you every so often as if he were checking to make sure you were still there. He opened up pieces of himself to you, set them gently into your hands and waited to see whether you’d keep them safe or throw them to the fire. It was agonizing for him – the vulnerability of trust – but you’d hoped that by protecting the pieces he showed you, he’d feel safe enough to give you more. You wanted it all. You wanted all of him.

Sam insisted he’d never seen Bucky smile as much as he has been since he met you, including in the time before the war. It surprised you at first, until you remembered the photo on Sam’s desk. It was the same smile Bucky flashed you just moments before when he swiped a bite from your donut while you were talking to Tony. Teasing. Lighthearted. The weight of mere feathers on his back.

“Y/n? You alright?”

Bucky’s voice drew your attention away from the tourists wandering around the park, taking photographs of the ducks at the edge of the pond and the old oak trees with leaves of fallen red and orange at their roots, the open branches giving way to a view of the Manhattan skyline.

You blinked a few times, turning to Bucky as he sat on your left, his brows furrowed in concern. You must have been quiet for too long, which was unusual for you, so you pushed out a smile for him, a slight squeeze in his hand.

“Just thinking,” you told him.

“What about?”

You pulled his hand into your lap, tracing over the lines in his palm absentmindedly. A distant pulse of his heartbeat could be felt in the tips of his fingers.

“You.”

He smiled at that, the corners of his mouth curving high up into his cheeks. A twinge of pink rested on the tips of his ears. He chuckled in an effort to hide his nervousness, though it lingered into his voice. “Me? I’m sitting right here.”

“What? I can’t think about you?” you teased, bringing his hand up to your lips as you pressed a kiss to his knuckles. He watched you with the kind of awe that left him speechless for a moment. It was your favorite look on him; how his lips parted ever so slightly, the blue of his eyes shading into something softer, the muscles in his face slacking.

He cleared his throat. “Uh, I guess that’s okay.”

“Good,” you smirked, setting in against his side. You rested your head on his shoulder, playing with his hand in your lap as you watched two little boys chasing the ducks around the pond, flapping their arms and trying to encourage the ducks to fly.

You’d been sitting on the old, wooden bench under the tallest oak tree for nearly two hours when you glanced up to find a series of dark clouds rolling in and obstructing the cast of red and oranges filtering along the horizon. They hung heavy and ominous as a shadow lingered over the park.

“Hey Bucky?” you started, sitting up straight as you gestured to the clouds. He had a sort of sleepy look in his eyes like he could have been content to sit there with you all night long. “We should probably get out of here before—”

You felt the first raindrop on your cheek. Wiping it away, you looked up into the sky just in time as sheets of rain poured out from the clouds. You gasped, grabbing a firm hold of Bucky’s hand and yanking him up to his feet.

“Come on!” you yelled over the rush of rain as it slammed onto the cobblestones in the park and shook the trees. Bursting into laughter, you threw the hood of your jacket up over your head in a half-ditched effort to stay dry. Bucky’s hand secure in your own, you took off running, only for his laughter to follow you as he chased you down the streets.

Rain drenched into your hair and ran in droplets down your spine, clothes soaked through to the bone by the time you realized where you were running. Luciana’s was just around the corner, calling to you like trumpets at the golden gates. Hot chocolate nestled between your palms, the warm hum of the radiator, nibbling on leftover pastries from the day. Truly, Heaven.

By the time you reached Luciana’s, you’d nearly slammed into the door trying to get inside. The canopy was incredibly small, no bigger than space for a single person, but you reached out and gripped Bucky by the lapel of his jacket and tugged him beside you to pull him from the rain. You could feel the heat of his breath through his labored pants, the small puffs of warm air pressing out into the cold, and you laughed nervously at how close you were standing.

“Her daughter has a dance recital tonight,” Bucky read from the sign posted on the inside of the door. “It’s closed.”

Sure enough, as you looked inside, the lights were out, chairs flipped upside down and resting on the tops of the tables. Rain poured against the windows, the mist of it still catching your spine and you pressed up closer to Bucky, nearly against his chest. You tried to control how fast your heart was beating, but you were almost certain he could feel it.

“Okay, let me think,” you said, more so to yourself, as you looked out into the streets. They were empty, save for a few cars going about ten under the speed limit and a few teenagers sprinting by in backpacks and school uniforms. Your apartment wasn’t too far from here...

“Follow me!” you shouted over the rainfall, grabbing a hold of his hand.

***

Bucky didn’t have much time to ask questions, because your hand was in his again and suddenly you were dragging him back out into the streets. You took him down the block, through a few back streets, and along a series of brownstones with fallen leaves littering the streets and the high arch of tree branches shading the sidewalk in small relief from the rain.

You skipped up a few stairs, shouldering open the door and pushed Bucky inside. He waiting in the small doorway as you dug through your bag for a pair of keys, wiping a line of rain from your forehead. You exhaled in relief as the door unlatched and you reached for Bucky’s hand again, guiding him inside.

One floor up and the first door on the left, you stepped inside of your apartment and quickly began rushing around to rid yourself of your jacket and the soaking wet shoes on your feet. Bucky stood planted on the doormat, the door closing slowly behind him.

Rain tapped against the outside windows, a dark cloud of grey hanging in the sky and casting a shadow into your living room. A single lamp illuminated the space in a soft yellow tone, touching over dozens of blankets hanging over the couch and bundled up in a basket on the floor, books piled high on the coffee table, newspapers with highlighter marks folded neatly on the kitchen table, and a few cardigans draped over the chairs.

“Can I make you coffee? Tea?” you asked from the kitchen as you wrung out your hair in the sink, shaking off the excess droplets from your hands. Bucky glanced down at the floor, realizing he was carrying water through the hardwoods in your apartment. He winced, quickly making his way back to the doormat.

“I’m alright, thanks,” he said, keeping himself as small as he could on the mat.

“Take your shoes off,” you instructed, pointing to the series of boots lined up by the door. “I’ll go find you some dry clothes.”

With that, you disappeared into your bedroom.

Bucky stepped out of his shoes, wandering further inside. He’d been too out of it the last time he was inside your apartment, too unfocused with one foot across the ocean to really look around.

He found himself drawn to the hallway leading up to your bedroom, with pictures hanging along the wall in old, wooden frames. Some from what looked to be your childhood, with softer features upon your face and dressed in overalls and bright pink sneakers. Then, a few from high school with your arms hung around the shoulders of your friends, mid-laugh. But there was one in particular that caught his attention.

At the very end of the line, hung a photograph of you standing in front of a couple who looked to be your parents. You seemed to be a few years younger, judging by the cut of your hair and the softness in your features. On your left was a man dressed in an air force uniform, hands clasped behind his back. You were standing on an airbase, smiling, but your eyes were red, reflective. Like you’d been saying goodbye and were desperately pretending otherwise.

“This was all I could find,” you said, emerging back from the bedroom with t-shirt and sweatpants in hand. They were too large for you, men’s sizes, and Bucky felt his heart clench as he saw the faded air force logo on top corner of the shirt. He wondered if it belonged to the man in the photo.

“Thank you,” he nodded as you placed them on the counter.

You were wringing out your hair with a towel when he realized you’d changed, too. The dampness on your skin clung to the fresh cotton of your t-shirt, pulling it tight against your chest. He exhaled a tense breath.

"God, look at you,” you laughed, a hand reaching up to touch the tips of his hair as they dripped excess water down onto his shoulders. You pushed it to rest behind his ear, brushing the lingering rain from his cheeks. “It’s unfair, you know?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, confused. “What is?”

“That you look this handsome soaking wet.”

His instinct was to laugh, but the way you were looking at him made his breaths a little shallow, his stomach twisting into knots. You weren’t teasing as you said it, no lingering joke in its wake. He swallowed.

“I... uh... what? No.” He tried to brush it off, but your hands had slid along his waist behind the hem of his jacket and it stopped him dead in his tracks.

He held his breath as you flattened your palms against his stomach, running your fingers over what once had been hardened muscle before he let himself fall into darkness that took over his life for months. Now, his body favored something softer. You didn’t seem to mind though as you bit down on the fullest part of your lip, hands sliding around to his spine.

“Let me take this off? Please?” you asked, voice low, with the kind of inflections laced within your tone that made Bucky shift uncomfortably in his stance. Your hands slipped up along his chest, lingering by his shoulders and you gripped onto the lapel. It was soaking wet.

“You must be freezing,” you tried again, a little lighter this time, offering him a sweet smile. You must have noticed his apprehension because you softened a bit, letting your hands rest against his cheeks as you drew his attention to you. “It’s alright, Bucky. It’s just me.”

He searched your eyes as you gazed up at him and though he tried, he found no reason to turn you away. His heart was pounding in his chest, his right hand shaking a bit, but then, you leaned forward and captured his lips against your own, and suddenly, he was at ease again.

You kissed him and his right hand found its way to rest against your lower back, pressed flat against your spine; it clenched into the fabric, seeking more, and his fingertips brushed over a sliver of bare skin. He felt your hands slid down along his neck, to his collar, until they slipped under the fabric of his jacket against, resting on his shoulders. You were waiting for his permission.

Then, as you pulled away from his lips for only a second, he nodded. Your lips returned to his almost instantly, and he wondered if maybe you were trying to distract him, or help to ease him as the fabric draped down off his shoulders. His heart was thunderous in his chest, louder than the press of rainfall against the windows outside, but there was a sense of calm in it, a nervousness certainly, but a comfort, too.

He felt the weight of the jacket lift from his shoulders as you set it to hang over the chair. He felt instantly lighter, like you’d removed an anvil from his back, and he suspected it had less to do with the rain-soaked fabric than he cared to admit. He kept his eyes closed as your hands roamed along his shoulders, focusing on the feel of your lips as they traveled from the corner of his mouth along his jaw line.

“Bucky?” you called so sweetly it nearly made his knees buckle.

“Mmm?” He felt a little dizzy, high on the touch of your lips to his skin.

He heard the soft ruffle of fabric as you grabbed the clean clothes you brought for him on the counter. Then, your hand slipped into his and he let his eyes flutter open. You were watching him with more affection than he was prepared for. His heart lurched forward, aching to jump right into your arms.

“Come this way.”

He nodded, trailing behind you as you led him into your bedroom. The lighting was dim, barely casting in a soft orange glow from the lamp at your bedside. The clouds were still dark and heavy as they hung outside the windows, the rain obstructing the view of the brownstones across the street.

“Here,” you set the clothes on the bed. “Get changed alright? I don’t want you catching a cold.”

You smiled for him and his heart just about burst. Then, you disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

Bucky stepped forward, running his hand over the Air Force logo in the top corner of the t-shirt. He picked up the shirt, and held it against his nose. It smelled like you, like maybe you’d been wearing it for years now, but there was a name written in sharpie on the inside tag. It was barely legible, but it didn’t look like your own. He tried not to think about who gave you this shirt and who wore it before him, and he quickly removed the damp one soaked to his skin in favor of the one you’d given him.

He changed his pants, too, and a wash of relief came over his body as the chill faded from his skin. The clothes were warm, soft, and he raked his fingers through his hair, thankful it had dried enough to stop from dripping down onto the fabric.

“Hey,” you called, emerging from the bathroom. Your eyes paused on him for a moment, taking him in with the fresh clothes on and something unrecognizable flashed over your features – something that resembled sadness. You shook it off quickly, pushing out a smile as you walked toward him. “Better?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, pressing a kiss to your hairline as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “Thank you.”

You leaned up to kiss him again and he swore everything around him came to a sudden stop. You tugged him down onto the bed, sliding in behind him as you threw the covers over you. Bucky kept his back pressed to the mattress as you climbed over his waist, settling with just enough of your weight compressing against him that he found a relief in it.

His right hand slipped along your waist line, sliding flat over bare skin, warm to the touch. You smiled against his lips and he found himself laughing as you peppered kisses along his cheekbones, his nose, his hairline, down along his jaw, and then finally – back to his lips again.

So lost in you, in the moment, he felt his left hand slid along the underside of your shirt, fabric brushing over the top of his hand as he touched over your ribs and inching closer to your chest. He stifled a moan as he cupped at your breast, swiping his thumb along the pebbled nipple. It wasn’t until he felt an echo of a muscle spasm at his left shoulder that he realized he wasn’t feeling anything at all.

His eyes snapped open and he found his right hand at the base of your spine, your shirt untouched. Reluctantly he glanced down at his left side; the open sleeve of the t-shirt leaving no pretenses in its wake. He was empty there. A piece of him missing. He tried to swallow back the frustrated groan before it passed through his lips, but you heard it. You felt it, too.

“Bucky?” you questioned, concern littering your eyes as you pulled away. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No, of course not,” he replied quickly, brushing his hand along the side of your face until it drew a smile back to your lips. The way you were watching him, like maybe he could entrust you with the darkest parts of himself, if only for glimpse, and it pushed him to say more. “I just... I hate that I can’t hold you the way I want. There’s more that I would—” He groaned, head sinking back into the pillows. “I’m not used to... I don’t— I don’t know how to with only one... um...I haven’t— Not since before—”

He bit down on the inside of his cheek, his ears flushing red. You seemed to understand what he was saying as you nodded ever so slightly; the fact that he’d barely learned how to manage his life again with only one arm – everything from washing his hair to getting dressed in the morning, to chopping vegetables and reading a book. He hadn’t even attempted to consider what it was like to be with a woman like this; to want to hold her and please her and touch as much of her as he could. It never crossed his mind before you.

“I’m in no rush,” you said simply, like maybe you were implying you’d wait around long enough for him to figure it out. Or maybe, you’d be willing to help him learn again. You leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “It’s late. You’ll stay tonight, won’t you? I don’t want you out in that storm.”

Bucky nodded, feeling a little dizzy as he stared up at you. Backlit from the soft glow of the lamp illuminating around you like a halo, Bucky would have said yes to just about anything you could have asked of him. Relief pressed over your features and you sank down onto the bed beside him, curling up against his right side.

Your arm draped across his waist as his circled around your shoulders, fingertips drawing patterns along your skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. Then, you reached over him to turn off the lamp and a comfortable darkness blanketed the room, the only break from the silence the gentle tap of the rain against the windowpane.

For the first night in months, he welcomed the kind embrace of a dreamless sleep.

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