#she did ask for permission and i said yes ! so she isn’t weird

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my ass is abt to be on my tattoo artists instagram story i keep checking it in fear 😭

#show me the pic first girl. i’m serious #she did ask for permission and i said yes ! so she isn’t weird

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Remember My Name (Short story inspired by Saintobio)

Hello! This is a little thing I wrote inspired by @saintobio's work. This is directly inspired by they're sincerely yours and sincerely not .

To read and understand this, you must be caught up with sincerely not 's latest chapter (Chapter 8). I would consider this an AU, as I don't know what will happen in the next story. @saintobio 's is heart wrenching, so I had to write my own mini happy ending. Once they update, this whole thing probably won't make much sense lol.

I have received permission from @saintobio to post this

Again, this is directly inspired by @saintobio's work: Sincerely Yours and Sincerely Not.

Word count: 11.8 k

trigger warning: mentions of suicide, mentions of self harm, mentions of cheating, curse words used, angst

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It had been a year since the coparenting arrangement. 

Via emails and business calls, you would arrange weekly pick up times. It was strictly professional. The way you wanted it. Right?

Wrong

You knew that you were being selfish. Maybe you always were. Everyone was right. Sera, Eula, Getou, Satoru’s mom, and Satoru. You were a black hole. You pulled people into your problems and destroyed them. You spent so much of your life fighting to be half the woman your mom was. And you could never be. You knew this now

“Mama!”

Bending down, you opened your arms. Hugging him tightly, you thanked the chauffeur for picking him up from school.

“Hi baby! How’s my little star?”

“Good! School finished early?” It was a statement, but you knew he was asking. Why did you take him out of school early? You really didn’t know. This whole day had felt strange. The air felt heavier. Your fingers felt numb. Something was going to happen and you didn’t want to be alone for it.

“What? My star prefers to be with teachers than with me? You’re making mommy sad!” You playfully nuzzled your head against his cheek and dramatically pouted. 

“I’ll never let you go to school again! Ha HA HA” You laughed evilly as you stood up and spun him

“Nooo!” He screamed between laughing.

After a good second of smiles and laughter, you finally set him down.

“Baby, I took you out of school because I wanted to spend time with you. Mommy is being selfish, so I won’t do this again. School is very important, ok?”

“Hmm… but mommy isn’t selfish. She’s a good mommy!”

You almost burst out in tears. He was too young to see how awful you were. His innocence and love for you blinded him. He would someday see you for the monster you are.

Allowing silence to fill the room, you stared into his eyes. God, those eyes. Your whole world could be found in them. Ruffling his hair, you grabbed the nearby scarf and wrapped it around him. Like any kid he grumbled at the added layers.

“Let’s go get ice cream and have fun today. Ok, baby?”

“Ice Cream! I love ice cream! My friend always, they always like laugh at me but not like mean laughing. But they say it’s so weird to eat ice cream when its winter. They think it’s funny. I think it’s funny too! Is snow different from ice cream? Because there’s like all this ice cream on the floor because it’s all snow. I just grab some sometimes and it doesn’t taste the same!”

As he got older, he has gotten a lot more talkative. He spoke incoherently and in run on sentences, but you understood him, nonetheless. You listened attentively when he would spend 30 minutes telling you about a funny thing his friend said. You listened when he would explain his entire school day the entire dinner. You listened the whole time.

“Yes baby, ice cream is yummy! I’m glad you and your friends laugh a lot. And no baby, snow is not the same as ice cream. Snow is made from the water on the earther getting colder, becoming clouds, and falling down. Remember I was teaching you about the water cycle? Ice cream is made from milk!”

At the mention of the water cycle, Sachiro excitedly launched into another spiel. He talked about the cycle, reexplaining it to you. He talked about how his teacher says he’s smart and how he got a toy. He talked about how his friends always ask him for help. He talked all the way to the ice cream parlor. As soon as you two ordered your ice cream, you settled down. Listening to him talk about his dreams. You always set your phone on Do Not Disturb whenever you are with him. He loved attention. If for one second you were to look away, he would immediately deflate. He was a carbon copy of his father. Sometimes you contemplated getting rid of your phone for this reason.

You spent the rest of the day chasing him through the park: pretending to be a dragon he fought, teaching him how to do cartwheels, looking for bugs. You took as many pictures as you could. Filming his smile, his voice, his eyes. 

The day came to an end, and you carried him on your back to the apartment you were staying in. 

After showering him and singing him a song, you finally took your phone off of DND.

Immediately, you were bombarded with millions of messages from everyone. 20 missed calls from Gen. 11 from Ian. 6 from your dad. 120+ text messages in total. 1 from Gojo.

Was everything ok? Please don’t let something be bad. Please. Please everyone be safe.  You heart beat increased. You were immediately transported to when you received news of Satoru’s accident. When the world learned about you running out of your wedding. When Satoru’s affair came out to the world. When you first got the calls of your mother’s sickness...

No. I can’t be selfish right now. If something happened, I have to be strong. Swallowing your fears, you opened the message you thought was the most important right now

Satoru: I’m sorry

No no no. He can’t do this again. He can’t! No please God no… You were almost about to call him, when you received another message from Gen. She was incessantly messaging you. Accidentally clicking on it, you read her last message

Gen: Please answer. Are you ok?

Now you were confused. Why was she asking if you were ok? You weren’t the victim. Doing some simple sleuthing, you looked at all the previous messages. Your eyes widened. You heart stopped. Tears filled your eyes. Looking over at Sachi, you took in a shaky breath. You had to be strong. Or at least strong enough to leave the room before you broke down. You had to do this for him. Stop being selfish Y/N

Shakily you walked out of his room. Looking back to make sure he was asleep; you closed the door gently. Before falling to your knees and letting all the tears fall. They pooled in the floor. You made sure to be quiet, but you were inconsolable. You hugged yourself tightly. You were being selfish right now. You knew that. But you were alone, and it was dark. It was ok to be selfish right now. Your heart was racing as you consoled yourself.

After half an hour of crying on the floor. You took a deep breath in and stood up. You went to the bathroom and stared at yourself.

“You need to stop being such a selfish monster, Y/N. You can’t keep ruining people. You can’t always be the victim. You need to make amends for everything you’ve done.”

You started your nightly ritual. Tears would occasionally mix in with cleanser or the water, but you didn’t stop. You had to be normal. You had to be happy. You owed everyone that. Sometimes it felt like you were caged behind your smile. Your joy had become a prison: a way to pay off all the bad things you’ve done.

Settling in bed, you grabbed your phone and responded to almost everyone. Finally, you reached Satoru’s message. 

Y/N: No worries! Congratulations! I expect an invitation lol :)

Satoru proposed to Akemi.

(Flash back to a year ago)

After that New York trip, you hated everyone. You hated your dad for pushing you into this marriage. You hated Getou for helping Satoru cheat on you during your marriage, but not understand why you wouldn’t want a baby with Satoru. You hated Satoru’s mom for projecting her self-loathing onto you. You hated your mom for dying. 

Above all else, you hated Satoru for what he did to you. He blamed you for a marriage he agreed to. He gaslit you into staying, knowing your selfless nature would do anything for his forgiveness. Even if that meant being a wife to a man in love. You hated him for taking you to the Bora Bora trip. You hated him for choosing your only friend to date. You hated that you had to go through months of emotional neglect and abuse for him to be kind. Just for Akemi to get it immediately. You hated that he became a better person only after using you. You hated him. You HATED him.

A spiteful part of your heart almost laughed. You were right! All the reasons he loved you, he found in her. You saw all the pictures he had of her. You saw the way he would caress her fingers. You saw him waiting for her. He never loved you! You were just convenient. And that’s why he loved her! Because she was convenient. Had you never sent her to meet him, they wouldn’t have fallen in love. If anything, he would be dating the nurse! Gojo Satoru doesn’t love. He just clings on to what’s closest. 

You spent a month marinating in these thoughts. In the week where you didn’t have Sachiro, you wouldn’t leave the office. You had begun sleeping there. You lost weight. Your face was pale. You were a walking corpse. You got assistants to pick up and drop off Sachiro. You never spoke to Satoru. 

This was to be your life now. After spending three days in the basement of the office creating, cutting, and sowing, Nobara finally convinced you to leave.

“Seriously Y/N, this is the 4th time I’ve had to get you gauze instead of bandages. I know you’re hurt, and I know you’re trying to distract yourself. But this is getting dangerous. Not only for you but for the clothes! We can’t sell anything if it has your blood all over it!” She tried to joke at the end

 As you finished wrapping the gauze around your forearm, you pitifully looked at her. She was so young and innovative. Despite being an intern, you had already set aside a permanent spot in the company for her. Stop burdening her with your problems.

Blinking away your sorrowful expression, you laughed. “Guess I gotta wrap myself in gauze and bandages before getting to work right?”

“Or you could just take a break. Jeez, I never thought workaholic millionaires existed.”

Ruffling her head as you walked towards her. “Thank you for waiting for me. You really didn’t have to. I promise, I won’t take advantage of your kindness. Go ahead and go home, I’ll lock up.”

Stunned, she took a second to respond. Your eyes were different right now. They were vulnerable and sad, but they were so kind at the same time.

“It’s no problem! Really! Thank you Y/N. Let’s work hard together.” Bowing, she made her way out of the store. Maybe you were going to get better?

After cleaning up, you placed the small stuffed bear you were working on in your small bag. Locking the store behind you, you headed towards your apartment. You had made the choice to move out. You were so filled with anger all the time. It would kill you if you were to accidentally lash out against the people you treasured. It was a tough conversation, but you needed space. 

As you walked, you decided last minute to head into a craft store. You needed a simple heart locket. Then you could gift the toy to your son.

With only one mission and energy drinks fueling you, you almost didn’t notice them. It wasn’t until you heard your son’s gleeful laughter did you perk up. Peering through the aisles, you saw him. No, you saw them. They both held your son’s hands as they looked at the toys. Letting go only when he would rush over to the loudest or brightest thing. Finally, he settled on a small plush. It had no lights and didn’t make any noise. They encouraged him to get something more expensive. Something flashier. But he didn’t. He wanted the light pink bunny. 

“It makes me think of mama!”

You saw Satoru and Akemi falter. It seemed that even the mention of your name silenced them. Your heart was beating so loud, you were sure they could hear it too. Leaning down Satoru ruffled his head. 

“Aren’t you a sweet little munchkin! Oh, but look at this!” 

You heart almost stopped. You saw Satoru redirect Satchiro’s attention to a cooler, bigger toy. As any kid would, he dropped the stuffed bunny and ran towards the huge toy. Gojo and Akemi exchanged relieved expressions. After purchasing the toy, they headed out. 

Walking into the aisle, you picked the bunny up. Holding it, you inspected its simplicity. Looking at the face, you realized why the bunny reminded him of you. The bunny had little tear dops in its eyes. Rushing to the cashier, you bought the bunny and the heart locket. It appears that you rushed too fast, as by the time you exited the store, they were still there. 

Sachiro, the spoiled child he was, was throwing a tantrum at having to be put in the car seat. As if he could detect your presence, Satoru immediately looked up. He saw you holding the bunny toy. His eyes filled with guilt and embarrassment. He knew that you were going to be upset. Of course you were. You were always angry at something. Nonetheless, he called you over. You were still the mother of his child.

After seeing the domestic moment in the store, you wanted to go up to them and give them a piece of your mind. You wanted to yell at them at the very least. But no, you walked over to them. Refusing to look up. 

At the mention of your name Sachiro perked up. Although he was already strapped into the seat, he did his best to peek out of the car door.

“Hi Y/N”. the tension was palpable. Choosing to ignore him, you approached Sachiro.

“Hi my little star! How are you? Did you have fun today?”

“Hi mommy! I missed you! Wanna go home! We did a lot of stuff-hmm mommy what are you holding?”

Remembering you were holding the bunny, you quickly hid it behind you back. “Just work stuff baby. I’m happy to hear you had fun! Mommy has to go, but I’ll see you this Sunday, ok baby?”

Giving him a big kiss, you did your best to hug him and said goodbye. 

Without looking up, you thanked Gojo and Akemi and began walking away. As soon as you got home, you set the plush down and pulled out your own. They both looked so ugly in your bandaged hands. Gently setting down the plush bunny, you tightly held onto the bear’s neck. Slowly, the pressure increased, and you were chocking the bear as tears streamed down your face. It was so ugly. This ugly bear in your ugly hands in your ugly home. Everything was so ugly. 

A beep from your phone broke you from this trance. It was from Satoru. 

Satoru: Hey

Satoru: Just wanted to let you know that we meant no harm in not getting him the bunny.

Then why? Why not get him that stupid toy! Sachiro is my kid! I am his mom! If he wanted that toy, then you should have gotten it! You almost wrote everything you thought. But no- no you were wrong. Sachiro wasn’t yours. Satoru had every right to get his son whatever he wanted. You kept Sachiro away from him for three years. You were the bad guy. 

Trembling you came to the realization. Rushing to the bathroom, you stripped yourself of all the clothes and the bandages. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You almost barfed. You were a monster. You were disgusting. Disfigured. Non-human.

Is this how Satoru felt?

The worst part of you were your eyes. They were so dead. Did you always look like this? How could anyone even stand to look at you? You were vile.

You had change. You spiraled into an abyss of anger and resentment. You lost yourself. Where was the sweet girl you once were. Growing a backbone didn’t mean you had to change. After a quick shower filled with tears, you got dressed and headed into the spare room. You spent the rest of the night making a light blue bunny. Unlike the store bought one, this one was smiling. It was happy. Sowing the heart locket onto the chest, you put in a small image of you and Sachiro. 

You had to be better. You had to be kind.

Grabbing the phone, you replied.

Y/N: Thank you for reaching out, but really, I didn’t mind! 

Y/N: Good night!

The next day, you didn’t go to work. Instead, you were at a café, waiting for someone to show up. You felt awful, but you knew this was the best thing to do. You had to be kind. Even if that meant being a villain. If being evil is the price you pay, then you will gladly pay it. Even more people would hate you. Everyone would. But you knew what you were doing was good. You had to be good. 

As soon as he walked in, you knew that he knew. His furrowed brow and tight jaw made it obvious that he was upset. And he had every right to be. Any anger and hate he harbored for you, you would accept.

“Toji, here’s your coffee. I’m so incredibly sorry for calling you at the last minute. I appreciate the time you took out of your day to meet with me”

He didn’t even sit down. He didn’t take the coffee.

Its now or never. Getting on your knees, you placed your hands on the floor and bowed. Your forehead was almost touching the floor. 

“Thank you for being there for me. Thank you for being a shoulder to lean on. Thank you for letting me join your family. Thank you for everything Toji. And I am so sorry for not giving you an ounce of it back. I am a selfish monster. I took everything you gave me and more. I was never a good fiancé. I wasn’t even a good friend. I took advantage of your loneliness. I will never forget the time we had together. But I ask you to forget about me. You deserve a more honest person. A person who can give you everything you deserve and more.”

People were looking and many taking pictures. Noticing this, he grabbed you by your arm, and headed out of the café. His grip was strong; it was sure to leave a bruise in your forearm, he nearly threw you into the passenger side of the car, slamming the door. He walked over to his side and began driving. The car was silent. You took refuge in it. You knew what he was going to ask. And you had to lie. You had to make him hate you. 

Soon enough, he parked in a desolate park. He refused to look at you. You didn’t want to look at him either, but you did. You had to. 

After minutes of harrowing silence, he finally spoke in a low voice

“Did you sleep with him?”

You knew he was going to ask this. A tear slid down your cheek. Your hands had begun to bleed as you kept them in closed fists.

“Yes”

He still didn’t look at you.

“Bullshit. You forget that I can see through your lies. I know why you’re doing this. You love him. You never stopped. Even after all the shit he put you through you still want him. Why now? Three years and I wasn’t enough for you. I defend you; I support you... all for what? For you to run back to your abuser. Every time I think your mine, you disrespect me. You humiliate me. You’re doing to me what that fucker did to you.”

“…Yes. I am. That’s why you have to leave me Toji. I can’t stand my reflection. I am so selfish-”

“Shut up. Don’t play the ‘pity me’ card. God, you really are something. The forever victim.”

You stayed quiet. In a perfect world, you would defend yourself. You would tell him that you aren’t trying to be the victim. You never were! You see that now. 

“You’re right.”

“All those fucking articles were right about you. I spent so much time, so much energy telling you they were lies. Turns out strangers know you better than I do. You are a two-timing bitch. You are selfish. You’re insatiable. Why couldn’t I have been enough for you. How the hell was I competing with the man who never loved you? And losing! You deserve nothing, you know that… You never left that room, did you?”

“W-what room?”

“That hospital room. Sure, you’re older now. You’ve been to a million places. But mentally? Mentally, you’re still in that hospital room. There is no cure for your loneliness. Face it Y/N, the problem has and always will be you. If you want to die next to your mom, be my guest. But you need to leave that room Y/N. If not for you, for your kid.”

He stayed quiet. It was your turn to speak. He didn’t want to hear you, but his patient nature told him to give you a chance. Not to defend yourself. But rather explain yourself.

“You’re right Toji. I think that’s why I always look for you. You always have the wisest things to say. And I know that. I’ve let the world pass me by. I have a void in my heart and its rotted me from the inside out. I’ll spend my entire life working for your forgiveness. And my lifetime might not be enough for that. You are everything to me. And that’s why I can’t let myself continue to poison you. I’ve changed you for the worst.”

You two sat in silence. You could hear his uneven breath. Reaching out you put hand on his shoulder. For the first time he turned to look at you. And there he saw it. Your eyes. 

Red and puffy with tears, your face for once didn’t look as haunted as usual. There was always this air of anger around you. Your shoulders were always tense. Eyebrows always furrowed. Not now. You looked younger. Instead of the anger that had clouded your eyes, he could finally see his reflection.

You didn’t look happy per se, but you looked aware. He looked at the hand on his shoulder. Even after everything he said, you were comforting him? This was the old you. The selfless to a fault Y/N. He couldn’t tell if this was a good or bad thing. 

He then noticed the mark on your forearm, already purple. In the shape of his hands. Reaching out he gently caressed the bruises, guilt settling in the pit of his stomach. You grabbed his hand and brought it to your lips. 

“Don’t worry about it. I love you Toji. Please, forget me.”

When the news broke out that you had ended your relationship, Ian did his best to remove a lot of the posts. It was hard since there were so many shots of you on the floor begging for forgiveness. If you didn’t look guilty then, now you did. Why else would you be apologizing? But you didn’t mind. Instead, you focused on removing any article that spoke badly on Toji. Especially after some pictures of you and that hand-print bruise were published. 

Fortunately, your brand had already been established. And while the coverage halted some planned promotions and runways, by the end of the month everything was normal again.

You changed your phone to a flip phone. You did your best to text Satoru about pick up times. Most often he wouldn’t respond. Instead, you would have to call Miwa. On the rare occasion that he did, you would spend the rest of the day crying. You cried so much. You couldn’t help but remember that way they both held Sachiro’s hands. The domestic life you would never provide for him. 

Often you would contemplate if you should have accepted him. Did you really love him? Or was it just easier to love him? You couldn’t trust yourself. Your mind was in ruins. You had no one. Since your change in attitude, people have become nicer to you. But you weren’t happy. And you stopped letting people get close. You even began to push away Gen and Ian. Monthly, you would meet with your dad and that was it.

Was life good? No, but it was better. You would be content if life stayed like this. But now, a year after your failed marriage, Satoru was going to prepare his own.

(Present time)

The day after receiving that message, it was published everywhere. It was the only thing articles were talking about. With the mentions of Satoru’s new marriage, you were put into the spotlight again.

The paparazzi swarmed you. Leaving your house had become difficult. They harassed you. Pushing you while demanding you answer questions. You smiled. You thanked them for their time. You would bid them farewell. It was too dangerous that you could no longer pick your son up. Not that you minded. You didn’t want to see how happy they were. Not until you were done healing at least.

You spent the weekend doing everything Sachiro wanted. Breakfast in bed? Of course. Quick trip to the local festival? Duh. Building a fort? Obviously. 

By the time Sunday night came he was so tired. All he asked was that you sing to him before his dad picked him up. Now you sat with Sachiro’s head on your lap. Normally, a bodyguard would meet you at your door and take your son downstairs as to not garner attention. 

As soon as the knock came, you gently laid his head on couch. Slowly you opened the door, expecting to see the normal guard.

“Thank- oh. Good evening, Satoru. Are you here to pick up Sachiro?”

He looked past you and saw Sachiro sleeping. Letting himself in, he sat on the couch and petted Sachi’s head. After moments of silence, he finally spoke up. 

“Yes, but I also came because I need to talk to you.”

Solemnly, you nodded. “I actually have something to say as well. I was planning to email it later, but if you’re here then we should discuss. Would you like anything?”

Satoru couldn’t help but stare at you. Just a year ago, he had buried the old you. It was his fault he knew that. If you were mean and angry, it was because he made you that way. The damage was irreparable. But here he saw her again. Or at least a glimpse of her. 

Even though he didn’t respond, you still handed him a water bottle.

“Did you want to go first?” 

“Um, yes. I just... I just wanted to apologize for not letting you know. I was planning on calling you, but I got distracted. I’m sorry you had to learn that way.”

“Silly. We all flub up sometimes. I would have appreciated knowing so that I could explain it to Sachiro. Thank you for apologizing.”

Even though you were smiling, he could tell you were sad. Your eyes were distant. It was like you had detached yourself from everyone. Somehow, he already missed that angry Y/N. At least he knew what you were thinking. Now, it felt like when you two had gotten married. How you smiled every time he yelled at you. He expected you would say the “I don’t care what you do with your life” speech and spitefully kick him out. He could sleep well knowing you hated him. But seeing your smile, it felt like he was cheating again. No. No, you asked for him to forget you. This is good. You’re getting better. But is returning to your selfless self better? That’s when you suffered the most. That’s what changed you. 

You didn’t give him much time to think as you started to speak. 

“Satoru, can I ask you for a favor?”

He knew what you were going to say. This nice act can’t last forever. This was the angry Y/N he knew. 

“Can you take care of Sachiro for a couple of months? I know it’s a lot, but I have some... business to take care of. I would take him with me, but I don’t want to separate you from him anymore than I already have.”

Oh? 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll take care of him. I can’t believe you had to ask. He’s my son, of course I will take care of him.”

His tone had changed. He had gotten angry at the mention of the three years. You didn’t react. You just thanked him.

Gojo enjoyed his week with Sachiro and Akemi. It felt like they had a family. This is what he wanted. Sure, you were Sachiro’s real mom, but Akemi was also kind of like a mom. He noticed how well the two got along. He sought comfort in her and laughed with her. Yes. This is good. 

Yet, he couldn’t help but think about you. 

Every time Sachiro offered the first bite of his food to him. Every time Sachiro defended the annoying people at the mall. Every time Sachiro smiled, Satoru saw you. Yes, Sachiro looked exactly like him, but everything about him was you. It was all you.

His heart almost broke when he saw Sachiro singing to his stuffed animals. 

“Hey munchkin. BedTIME!” He joyfully grabbed Sachiro and swung him around the room. Instead of laughing, Sachiro began to pout. 

“No playing at bedtime dada. No”

“Oh, my bad Sachi.” He was a replica of you. 

Satoru sat on the bed as Sachiro headed to the bathroom, pulled out his step stool and began cleaning his face. After finishing his regiment, he waddled back into the room and settled himself into bed. 

“Is dada going to read me a story?”

“Can I sing to you instead munchkin?”

“Hmmm… no thank you dada.”

“Aww you’re a meanie! Um, but actually I need to talk to you about something serious.”

“Mhmm”

“You like Akemi, right? Dada likes her a lot. But it’s very important that you like her.”

“Yesh! Akemi is nice!”

He knew that this was wrong, but he had to ask. “Do you ever think Akemi could be like momma?”

Immediately tears sprouted from the boy’s eyes. He started frantically grabbing and throwing some of his toys. 

“NO! Mommy is Mommy! No one else is mommy! I hate Akemi! I hate her! I want mommy! Mommy!!”

Sachiro was screeching. Gojo was thankful that Akemi was in another room. She really did love Sachiro, and it would have broken her heart to hear him say that.

He held Sachiro close, trying to console him. “Shhh, baby. Daddy didn’t mean that ok? No one will replace mommy. Mommy is all yours.” Sachiro cried until his tears tired him out. No, I can’t tell him. Not today. Maybe Y/N should tell him instead. Sorry Y/N. I’m using your selflessness again. 

Soon enough the week ended, and he passed him back to you. Instead of showing up in person, as he did last time, he sent the bodyguards to take him. He was being cowardly, he knew. But he couldn’t risk Sachiro hating him. It’s your fault their relationship is so weak. It should only be right that it’s your job to explain everything to Sachiro. Right?

Satoru: Hey, I tried to tell him about me and Akemi. He didn’t respond very well. Could you explain it to him?

You almost rolled your eyes at the message. You were being punished. You knew that. But you responded with a simple ‘Ok’ anyway. 

Switch offs happened at night to make sure that each parent spent the majority of the day with Sachiro. You and Sachiro headed to the bathroom and completed your nightly routine all while dancing and occasionally teasing each other. This is what you lived for. Yes, you were lonely all the time. But you weren’t lonely with him. He was your reason to exist. It was going to hurt you being away from him for so long. But this would be good for everyone. This would be your last act of selflessness. This would atone for every bad thing you did.  

By the time you cleaned up all the splashed water, Sachiro was already in bed ready for his song. Instead, you sat on the floor. 

“Hey star boy, I need to talk to you. It’s going to be serious, ok?”

As soon as you finished the sentence, he burst into tears. Hugging you close he shook his head in a no motion.

“NO! I hate her! I hate her! She’s not mommy! Mommy is mommy! Mommy is my star and I’m her star! Not Akemi!”

Confused you held him tight. You cooed and brushed his snow-white hair back. “No Akemi won’t replace me baby.”

He pulled away to look up at you. “Daddy asked me! He asked me if Akemi could be mommy! I said no!”

You sighed dejectedly. This is why it didn’t go well. Your son was naturally altruistic. He would have understood and accepted had Gojo explained everything normally. But it seems that Gojo had made a selfish request. Why is it always my job to clear up Satoru’s name? Why can he be selfish and be the victim, but I can’t? No! No, I can’t think that! I’ve been selfish my whole life! Satoru is a victim. This will all be solved soon…

“My star, he didn’t mean it that way. Listen to me Sachiro. Me and you are a family, right? Me and you were also part of Toji’s family. Sometimes, when you love someone, you can add them to your family. Mommy messed up with Toji, and I’m no longer part of their family. But Satoru has someone he loves. Is it ok for her to join our family?”

You had dumped a lot of information on him. It took a second to process everything. 

“So, we aren’t family with Toji?”

“I’m not baby. But you will always be, ok. That’s how love works. They love you a lot.”

“Are you and daddy family?”

“Yes, we are. You make us a family.”

“But does mommy love daddy?”

You were stumped. This is probably why Satoru didn’t want this conversation. So, you answered honestly.

“Yes, mommy loves daddy.”

“Then why does daddy love Akemi?”

“Love is strange, baby. Sometimes you love people more. And he loves Akemi more. Is that ok?”

He took a second to think

“I guess…”

“Thank you for being so selfless Sachiro.” You stopped to think. “But if you’re ever not okay, then you have to tell someone, ok? Its ok to be selfish too.” You were just projecting, but you knew it was important for him to hear that too.

“Ok?”

“Speaking of being selfish… Mommy is going away for a couple of months.” As expected, he started bawling. He started kicking and throwing. He was loud. He was angry. He was betrayed

“NO! NO! Mommy can’t go! Mommy can’t leave me! She can’t! I’ll be a good boy I promise! I’ll eat every veggie! I won’t cry anymore! Mommy can’t leave!! It’s Akemi’s fault! Her fault! That’s why mommy cries so much! Its daddy too! Mommy never cried!”

You started crying too. All those times you thought you hid your tears he saw. He saw everything. This was the worst-case scenario. You had to leave. You couldn’t let him see you like that anymore. You had to leave that hospital room. Toji was right.

You held onto him. Even when he began to hit you. Even when he rubbed his snot over you. You waited until he calmed down, Silent tears were streaming down his face.

“Can we go back to New York mommy? I hate it here. Daddy is mean to mommy. Mommy cries all the time. Mommy is lonely and sad while Daddy is happy. It’s not ok.”

You wiped his tears away. 

“Sachiro, don’t say that. Mommy is paying the price for being bad. Daddy deserves to be happy. He loves you so so much. Please forget everything bad, Sachiro. Daddy wasn’t mean to me. If he was, I wouldn’t let you stay with him, right? Mommy isn’t lonely. She has you. Mommy will never be sad as long as Sachiro is here. You’re like my superhero! Mommy is struggling and she needs to fix some stuff so she can be a better mommy for you ok, baby? None of this is your fault. I have to go, but I promise you, this will be better for you and for me. I promise with my whole heart. The second I get everything sorted out, I’ll pick you up. This hurts me too, baby. But I need to be a better mommy for you. None of this if your fault. Don’t you ever think that. Hey, to help my little star, I have present for you.”

You stood up and presented him with a white, sleek box. It had beautiful light blue ribbon on it. He held it but refused to open it. 

“I even got myself a present so we could match!”

You pulled out your own white box. Seeing that you both had a present, he was more willing to open his. It was a phone. You had a matching one. You really didn’t want another phone, as you were content with the flip phone you already had. It made ignoring all the evil things people said about you a lot easier to manage. 

“When mommy’s gone, we can call each other all the time. I’ll respond to every text. I’ll answer every phone call. I promise. I won’t be gone for long. But I’ll text you so much you’ll wish I was.”

This garnered a small giggle from him. 

“Don’t worry baby, we have the rest of the week. We’ll do everything you want.”

He nodded glumly. He wasn’t too happy, but he felt a lot better knowing he could reach out to you. 

You slept with him. Holding him close, you did your best to treasure these moments.

When Sunday night finally came, you asked Satoru to pick him up personally. This was a big change, even if it was temporary. You wanted Sachiro to be as relaxed as possible. You and him sat on the couch. You had packed a bunch of his valuables and even some pictures so that he wouldn’t feel so lonely.  He was again on your lap, fighting to stay awake as you ran your fingers through his hair.

The serene moment was disrupted by the loud knocks coming from the door. Expecting to see Satoru you opened the door, only to see Akemi there. You did your best to keep your smile. It wasn’t that you hated her. No, she was your friend at one point to. But an evil part of you knew you could never forgive her. Not for dating Satoru, but for choosing him over your friendship. You told her everything, but because she never experienced it, she could ignore it. That is selfish.  As if you can critique others for being selfish. 

You welcome both of them. Sachiro already stood up, holding the blanket closely. He refused to look at his dad or Akemi. His eyes were already brimming with tears.

Bending down to his level, you caress his face. “It’s ok to cry, my star. But before you do, I have a gift for you.”

Reaching behind the couch, you presented him the light blue bunny you had made. His eyes widened and he squealed in joy Running to hug it he struggled opening the locket. One he did, he looked at you with the biggest smile on his face. He ran and hugged your knees. 

“Whenever you miss mommy, give that bunny a big hug, and I’ll feel it. Have fun with Daddy. You must be a good boy. Call me whenever you want, but I promise to call you every day. Mommy just needs to get some work done and then everything will be back to normal ok?”

After a couple minutes of holding each other, he finally walked over to where Satoru was. He raised his hands asking to be picked up. 

“Thank you, Satoru. Thank you, Akemi. I trust you two will take wonderful care of him.” You bowed at a 90-degree angle. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you leaving?” You hadn’t spoken to Akemi in a while. For a couple months, she stayed employed with you. Yet, after your official break up with Toji, she immediately resigned. You always wondered if she thought you did it because of Satoru. 

Smiling gently you respond, “I’m sorry, I can’t say. It’s nothing crazy, I promise! I just need some time.”

“It’s not because of…”

“Goodness no! I know I haven’t been the most supportive. I’ve been downright awful. I hope both of you forgive me for how I acted. It was selfish and attention seeking. I don’t expect any special invitation, but please know that I support this relationship. I’m glad you two found each other. Truly”

Satoru almost flinched at the words you used. The guilt of you actually believing all the nasty things he said to you weighed heavy on him. He almost regretted bringing Akemi here. If she wasn’t, he would have consoled you. Even if it only would have been a hand on your shoulder. 

The worst part about hearing you subscribe to all his insults was seeing the honesty behind it. You did think you were a terrible person.

Before either of them could say anything, you started ushering them out. 

“You guys must head out now! Sachiro still needs his night routine. He has school tomorrow, and he’s already stayed up so late. If you guys feel like he’s too tired, I don’t mind if he doesn’t go. It’s your call. Thank you both for everything!”

You nearly pushed them out of the apartment. As soon as that door closed, you broke down. This was going to be one of the hardest things you’ve done. But you had to do it. 

Nearly two months have passed. Satoru relished every second he had with his son. He has never felt more like a family than he did now. Everything was perfect. 

If it weren’t for the bunny he carried everywhere. Or the fact that Sachiro couldn’t do anything without having to send his mom a text. Sending a sleepy blurry selfie was more important than getting dressed. He would facetime you every night before going to sleep. There were times where he even ignored Satoru in lieu of sending you a selfie with a filter on top of it.

Satoru heard and saw more of you now, than he did in the last year. 

Even Akemi was getting a little frustrated. 

Yet, Satoru wasn’t just frustrated. He felt guilty. Your presence at the house had become so abundant, that he would often stay in Sachiro’s room just to hear you sing. He did his best to mind his business, but in the cases where he saw the silly selfie you would send back. It would plague his mind for the rest of the day. 

From the few glimpses he got, he could tell that something was changing. You weren’t in the office, or in any modern building it seemed. You were a lot livelier. You were happier?

How could a mom be happier away from her child? He would nearly scoff out loud at the thought. Maybe this was your way of giving him full custody? No there was no way. 

The next day, after sending Sachiro to school, he headed to the office. It was a usual day. He was glad he was able to save the company. He really was going to lose all this over you? No. He loved you. And you didn’t love him. But Akemi did. And his workers needed him.

As he continued working, suddenly Miwa and Nanami both presented themselves. Miwa was always easy to read. She was skittish and nervous. Nanami, on the other hand, was harder to read, but he could tell he was a little unsure as well.  “Nanami! Miwa! What bring you in here? I reviewed my schedule already. Is there something I missed?”

Miwa cracked first. “Um... Mr. Gojo, have you been in contact with Ms. Y/N recently?”

“She calls Sachiro nearly every day. Did something happen?”

“Well, have you been in contact in the last hour?”

“Miwa may you please get to the point?”

Nervously, she looked up at Nanami. Sighing and pushing his glasses up, he handed Satoru the iPad. “None of this means anything. And if something did happen, it is not your responsibility. It’s just rather strange.”

Gojo looked over the screen. In big bold letters there it was:

Y/N STEPS DOWN FROM HEARTS COMPANY. 

Y/N SELLS OVER A MILLION IN STOCKS

HEARTES INTRODUCES NEW CEO AND CREATIVE DESIGNER

Y/N RESIGNS FROM COMPANY

Y/N’S APARTMENT UP FOR SALE?!

Gojo looked at the headlines frantically. He knew what all this was implying. Yet, he needed verification. He couldn’t fathom the thought that you would have… No there’s no way. You have Sachiro. You wouldn’t do this.

“Um... what exactly does this have to do with me Nanami?”

“It means nothing. It seems that Y/N has done some irrational choices that garnered some attention from the media. That’s all this is. Unfortunately, you know how convoluted your history is with her. Some people might assume that since she’s acting out in such an illogical and hysterical manner, that she may be going through a manic episode. A manic episode that may precede…” Nanami couldn’t finish the sentence. 

His heart was beating. No, there’s no way you could be gone. No. No. You made a promise! You promised to return for Sachiro. Right Sachiro. That’s why Gojo is feeling so bothered and anxious. He’s worried for the mother of his child, that’s all. 

“I think… I think I’ll head home. If she has been in contact with anyone, it would be my son. Thank you for letting me know.”

As he made his way to the car, he couldn’t help but speed. He needed to make sure you were ok... for the sake of Sachiro.

On the way, he received a phone call from Akemi. Normally, he would have pulled over and answered her. But not today. He drove, breaking most speed laws all the way home. He barely turned his car off as he rushed the door. Yet, as he got to the door, he found a box. It was for Sachiro Gojo. Without hesitation, he looked at the sender’s address in the corner and typed it in. It was a two-hour drive, but he didn’t care. This box didn’t prove anything. You must have sent it days ago. If you had planned to do this all at once that meant only one thing. You were planning to commit. There was no other option. With only this one mission fueling him, he unknowingly kept ignoring Akemi’s calls

After an hour and a half of driving, Gojo started to notice his surroundings. This was an older city. There were multiple shrines and elders. There were very few cars. A lot of cats.  This was weird. He continued following the GPS. He passed the city and made his way up the mountainous region. By 5 pm. He had reached an isolated house on top of the hills. The land was relatively flat once he got up there. There was an impressive house. It looked new. The house wasn’t a mansion, but it was still large. The lights in what he assumed the kitchen were on. Hesitantly, he knocked.

Soon enough someone opened the door. No, not someone, you did

There stood you. You looked younger, happier, kinder. Unlike last time, your happiness didn’t feel like a mask. It felt genuine. He couldn’t marinate in his confusion as you grabbed his hand and pulled him in. 

“Hi Gojo! I’m shocked to see you here! Come in! Let me get you a lemonade. It must have been a long drive.”

You sat him down on your couch. He couldn’t help but think about that mansion. The one where you were supposed to start and raise a family. This one was a lot cozier, with the architecture of it being rounder in a way. It felt like a cottage despite its massive size. There were a lot of plants. On the walls were framed pictures. Mostly of Sachiro. A lot were ones he’s never seen. There were a lot of selfies of you two. And hidden between all of them was that Disneyland photo. It was when he had amnesia. When he thought you were cheating. Before he knew of all your lies. That instantly ruined his mood. 

Placing a coaster, you set his drink down. He couldn’t help but notice that the coasters were made with images of Sachiro’s drawings. 

“The lemonade is rather tart since the lemons are homegrown. So, I went ahead and added a bit of sugar. But here’s some more if you like. I don’t know if you still have the same sweet tooth. So, if I put too much sugar, let me know! I’ll get you another cup!” You set down a jar with sugar. You were so talkative. The last time you spoke this much with him was when you were kids. 

He didn’t move. Noticing his discomfort, you kept talking. “I was going to call you tomorrow. But I’m glad to see you. Did you come alone?”

“Y/N, I thought you committed suicide.”

You deflated slightly. Somberly you looked around the room. With a gentle smile, you looked at him. It was like you had puppy dog eyes. He could get lost in them. It had been a year since he was attracted to you, but he couldn’t help but want to lean closer to you. To breathe your air. He stopped himself in time

“It all happened kinda fast right? I was hoping that by doing it all at once, it would be like ripping the band aid off, y’know? People are bound to talk, so instead of doing it slowly and reigniting interest in my life every couple of weeks, I thought it would be easier if I just made one big splash and let the water settle from there.”

It felt like he was in a different dimension. You spoke so casually to him. It almost felt like he was the weird one. In disbelief, he stayed quiet.

Taking a deep breath, you continued. “Honestly, I did plan to. To commit suicide, I mean.  So, I guess you weren’t completely wrong.”

He stared at you. How you casually admitted to your suicidal ideations.

“What? You can’t be the only one to be suicidal right?” You joked, hoping to ease the tension. It did the exact opposite. 

“Y/N I need you to fucking explain everything. No jokes”

Your gaze hardened. “Gojo, you do not disrespect me in my house. I have welcomed you because you are my child’s father, but I will forbid you from coming here again if you speak to me like that again.”

He remained silent but nodded. It was weird. You definitely had grown a backbone since he last saw you in your apartment. Just a couple months ago, you looked like the submissive, docile, doormat you once were. But now? Now you confident and strong without sacrificing your trusting and selfless nature. You were a perfect blend of your youth and your experience. 

“This is my way of asking for forgiveness. From everyone. I’ve done a lot of awful things. Since that New York trip, I became vindictive. I became evil. I didn’t know why. How could I be jealous that the man I encouraged to move on moved on? I was changing Satoru. I had thought that being mean and cold was a way to protect myself. But in reality, I had gotten worse. I couldn’t stand my reflection. Then, I saw you Akemi and my star at the store. You remember right? With the pink bunny? You all looked so happy. It was the life Sachiro deserved. I went home and saw myself. Really saw myself. I couldn’t recognize who that person in the mirror was. Since then, I was determined to seek forgiveness from everyone I wronged. My first thought was to kill myself. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t do that to my star. Even now, I find myself fantasizing about just jumping off that cliff… I even planted flowers there so whenever Sachiro visited, he would feel safe. But I can’t. That’s why I have all these photos and drawings of him. If I keep thinking of him, I’ll never have time to contemplate killing myself.”

Gojo couldn’t stop his eyes from watering. He almost reached out to grab your hands. He closed his hands harshly, forcing himself not to move. “But Y/N... you didn’t do anything wrong. I mean, you have done wrong. But we all have. You shouldn’t have to punish yourself for existing.”

Always and empath, you leaned forward and placed a cute octopus squishy in his hands. He quietly accepted it, showing the indents his nails made on palm “You don’t want to accidentally cut yourself. I learned that a little too late.” You laughed gently as you showed him your own palm. There were small scars in the shape of your nails. 

Holding the squishy in one hand, he used the other hand to inspect your hand. They were different. It was obvious that you still took care of your hands: soft, supple, perfect nail beds, trimmed nails. But upon further inspection, he could see multiple scars littering your fingers. His gaze drifted upwards to your forearm. There he saw some bigger scars. Some still scabbing. He could feel his own scar throb at the memory of the pain. Gojo couldn’t stop himself as some tears fell out. He couldn’t stop himself from tracing their outline.

“Why- why would you do this? You were alone the whole time? Then why? Y/N I don’t understand you? You were going to…”

He was interrupted by your melodious laughter. You pulled your hand away. “You’re too sweet Gojo. No. No these aren’t what you think they are. It’s just some office mistakes. I jumped into my work to fill that void of loneliness. But you know, it’s pretty dangerous to be handling sharp rotary cutters when you haven’t slept for days.” 

Grabbing his hand, you pulled him up. “Let’s go for a walk!”

Leading him to the back door, her couldn’t help but stare at your interlinked hands. The tips of his ears turned pink. He felt so young right now. No. No I can’t think like that. 

The back yard was like a Ghibli fantasy forest. It had plenty of lush green plants and flowers growing everywhere. In a corner there was a cute gazebo with two easels ready. One noticibly smaller than the other. There were plenty of trees a reasonable distance from the house. They provided a nice area of shade. Some grew peaches, others grew limes.  A stone path led to another corner where a sand pit was already set up. The entire perimeter was protected with a gorgeous white fence. Tall enough that Sachiro wouldn’t be possible to scale it. There was one exit. You headed there still holding Gojo’s hand. Typing in a security code, the door opened, and you headed into the forest. After a 5-minute walk, the forest cleared and presented a cliff side. Undoubtedly it was gorgeous. The ocean was beautiful. Flowers and clovers surrounded the area. 

He didn’t realize how much time had passed until he saw that the sun was setting. You let go of his hand and sat down, resting your head on your knees. You always had that curious habit of returning to a fetal position. Settling next to you, he couldn’t stop himself from looking at you. You looked ethereal. With the sun in your face, the wind in your hair. There was a gentle smile playing on your lips as you stared at the ocean. 

“Gojo…”

He couldn’t help but squish the little octopus. He didn’t know why it hurt him to hear you call him only by his last name.

“I disagree with what you said earlier. I should be punished for my existence. I’ve done nothing good. Born into a life of luxury, and I still managed to want more… When Toji broke up with me, he told me something very valuable. He told me that I was stuck in my mother’s hospital room. That I never left. And he’s right. Ever since my mom died, I became a walking corpse. I cursed myself with eternal loneliness. And yet, I so wanted to fight that loneliness. So when my father mentioned the marriage, I was ecstatic. Although we haven’t spoken in years and you refused to answer any messages I sent, my loneliness convinced me that you wanted it. I mean technically you did, but you didn’t really want it. I wonder, if I had never accepted that proposal, would you still be with Sera? Would any of this happened?”

The wind filled in for Gojo’s silence.

“My selfishness blinded me. I so badly wanted to be loved that I ignored any sign of resistance. Even when you told me that I would never compare to her, I wanted you to change for me. How pretentious. Had I just given up, then maybe you wouldn’t have thought that you loved me. When you couldn’t vanquish my loneliness, I searched for it in Toji. I abused his friendship just so that I wouldn’t be alone. When I figured out the real reason you married me, the reason you bought that house, the betrayal. That almost killed me Gojo. Imagine that. Even at my lowest I couldn’t stop seeking attention. I put myself over you, as usual. I lied and kept you from your child. I shouldn’t have been so selfish. It was okay that you didn’t love me. As long as you loved our child. But no selfish Y/N strikes again. Then, even though I knew I wasn’t ready, I still accepted when Toji proposed. I’m a monster. Just a year ago, I almost lost it. I was becoming unrecognizable Gojo. I couldn’t look at you and Akemi without getting angry. How was it fair, that I had to go through months of humiliation, which in hindsight, I did deserve, just for her to get the perfect boyfriend. I cried for months before you even held me. The first time we had sex, I had to beg you to kiss me. I hated her and I hated you. But that’s not your fault. Nor is it her’s. It’s mine. If I wasn’t so selfish and I didn’t think you loved me then none of this would have happened. I ruined so many lives because I couldn’t see past myself. If I didn’t use people to fill this abyss I have in my heart, I wouldn’t have caused you to almost commit suicide. I wouldn’t have taken Sera’s boyfriend from her. I wouldn’t have wasted Toji’s time. I wouldn’t have hurt your mom. None of this would have happened. I should have stayed in that hospital room. I should have asked them to bury me with her.”

You were crying now. Your hands shaky as they gripped tighter. You were curling in on yourself, wanting to disappear. 

“If I hadn’t been so awful, Sachiro wouldn’t have seen me cry so much.”

Gojo’s heart broke. All those lies. All those insults. You believed them. No. No you weren’t selfish. You were the opposite. You always put other above yourself, even if it hurt you. Of course, you’ve committed your share of sins, but never maliciously. You were too trusting, too eager to please. And to think he didn’t love you? That nearly shattered him. He may have moved on, but the love he had for you was real. Even though he may have forgotten how to love you: even though he may have abused you: even though he didn’t deserve to love you, he has never stopped loving you since you were young. 

He reached out a hand to soothe your back as you hiccupped through your gentle tears. You had a special charm that made everything you did look beautiful. But he paused seeing how stunning you were despite the tears on your face. He almost kissed you. But he didn’t. Not because he held himself back, but because he saw your eyes. 

As you stared into the ocean, your eyes changed from their vulnerable and kind state to a detached, disconnected gaze. Almost like you were hypnotized by the sea. The waves calling you. It was the same gaze he had when he was suicidal. 

“After seeing you at the store, I realized that I needed to atone for my sins. I needed to seek forgiveness. That night was actually the night I realized I needed to commit suicide. Not to ease my own pain, no that’s a selfish reason. I wanted to commit suicide so that everyone’s bad thoughts, everyone’s problems, and every bad thing I did could die with me. If everyone took turns spitting on my grave, I wouldn’t mind. As long as I was no longer causing problems, it would have been worth it. I spent the whole night making a new stuffed animal for him. I cut myself a lot by accident, but I didn’t mind. That was going to be his last gift. My existence is a mistake. Me dying would be a gift to the world.”

“And?”

“And I clearly decided not to. I owe my life to Sachiro. As long as he needs me, I will live for him. I want to die, Gojo. I want to give everyone the life they had before they met me. I want everyone to be happy again. But I can’t. Because I have my little star. I’m evil Gojo. I’m a black hole. I pull people in, only to destroy them. I’m afraid one day I might do that to him too.”

You turned to look at him, tears streaming down your face. 

“It kills me to know that one day I’ll hurt him too. But he loves me so much. He fills the void in my heart. I’m not lonely when I’m with him and I know its selfish, but the way he looks at me... The way he looks at me almost makes me think I’m a good person.”

Gojo continued staring at you. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Hearing you talk about yourself this way hurt him immensely. It almost felt like he was drowning. No, you didn’t get better. None of your problems were solved. You just learned to live with them. 

You leaned close to Gojo. The honesty in your eyes almost scared him. “Gojo, if you ever notice that Sachiro is suffering being with me, I need you to tell me. The second I start poisoning him, I’ll kill myself.”

The conviction behind your words paralyzed him. You two sat there for a minute. He didn’t know what to say. He knew what this felt like. He knew the exact emotions you were drowning in. But he couldn’t help but think that you were a lot worse. You have begun to hate your entire existence. You had no one. The amount of self-hate you had was shocking. 

After a couple minutes of silence, you wiped your tears away. Standing up you offered your hand to him. 

Looking at you now, it felt like he was in an alternate dimension. One where he confessed when he was younger. One where he never met Sera. One when he got on a knee and properly proposed. And he almost believed it. Just as he reached to grab your hand, he finally noticed how his phone was ringing. Looking down he saw Akemi’s number. He looked at you apologetically. You smiled kindly and continued to offer your hand. As his bigger hand enveloped yours, he imagined pulling you in close and kissing you in the sunset. Just like the romance novels you loved. As soon as he stood up, though, you released his hand. Walking past him you headed back to you house. 

You were giving him privacy. He was at crossroads; stay here and answer the phone or chase after you. All those times he didn’t. Maybe he should this time. No. He’s going to get married. He’s made his choice. And like usual, he didn’t chase after you. 

He spent some time with Akemi on the phone. He explained the entire situation to her. He omitted everything you told him, though. That was for him only. He calmed her down and promised he would be home by the end of the night.

Walking back to your house, he smelled the pasta you used to love so much. You only ever cooked it for him once. He saw you humming as you stirred the pasta with the sauce. 

“Y/N, I’m going to head out now. Akemi is worried. You should call your family too. They’re probably worried too.”

You turned to him. You looked like a picture-perfect housewife with the apron you had on. You hummed in agreement. 

“They already know, but thank you for the suggestion. It was nice seeing you. Would you like some food to take for the trip?”

He should say no. There’s no way to explain leaving work to spend the whole day with your ex-wife to your fiancé. Much less if he brought food with him. 

“Sure.”

You packed it into some cute tupperware. It had little duckies on the lids. He just realized how much you changed financially as well. Besides the large house, one would never assume you came from wealth. There was very little name brand stuff. A lot of the decorations were local. 

Noticing his curious gaze as you handed the Tupperware to him, you giggled.

“If we see each other again, feel free to ask any questions. We’ve both changed a lot. I hope next time you talk a bit more. I kinda hogged the whole conversation today huh?”

You walked him to the door and waved him goodbye. 

He spent the next two hours just re-living that time. Already he missed being in your house. He could already imagine you, him, and Sachiro painting outside or going to the local city for festivals. Despite all the heartbreaking things you told him, all the awful things you thought of yourself, you managed to make a sanctuary. It was always in your nature to find the silver lining in every circumstance. You obviously needed a therapist. But a selfish part of him was glad that he was your confidante. As far as he was concerned, only he knew of how you felt, where you lived, why you did what you did. It was like you were still his.

As soon as he recognized these thoughts, he pulled over. There is no way he can think like that. No that would be unfair to Akemi. He’s already hurt you so much. He pushed you to the point of trauma. He changed you. Even now, the scars of hos he treated you were present. Everything you thought was because he had told you it at one point. No. He couldn’t do all that to Akemi either. 

Grabbing the cute Tupperware with the pasta, he almost threw it out. 

Instead, he took a second to look at it. It was two big ducks and little baby one. You had used a ribbon to tie some utensils on the top. Everything your hands made had some care and love imbued into it. Opening it, he aggressively ate it all. It was delicious, as expected. While he ate, he started crying. Why? Why did seeing you like that hurt him so much? Why did he use Akemi’s name instead of calling her his fiancé? Why didn’t he hold you as you cried? Why do you use his last name? Why?

He drove home that night. He kissed Akemi before she could even greet him. She immediately melted into the kiss, even if she was still peeved at being ghosted the whole day. He playfully pleaded for her to forgive him. He smiled. He laughed. But for some reason her couldn’t look her in the eyes like he used to. A part of him wished it was you he was holding. 

He went to Sachiro’s room. It was messier than usual. He noticed a bunch of crocheted toys he had never seen before. I guess that’s what was in the box. He reached his son, and he stopped to stare at him. Sachiro was holding two things as he slept. The bunny, per usual, but also a note. In big letters Gojo could make out Momma’s Ready! Sachiro was still learning to read, so you hadn’t written much. Still, just seeing those two letters had excited Sachiro so much that he slept with it. On his little tummy laid the phone. Close to dead, Gojo picked it up to charge it. There he saw that Sachiro had been listening to a video you recorded of yourself singing to him. Oh right. Since you had spent the whole evening with Gojo, you couldn’t call Sachiro. 

For a reason Gojo couldn’t explain, he sent the video to his own phone. He plugged the phone in and walked out of the room. 

Akemi had already headed to their own room. Before Gojo could, he had to organize some stuff.

“Hello, I know its late. I’m just letting you know not to pick up Sachiro tomorrow. I’ll handle the drop off.”

Gojo had to see you. Just for answers. He just wanted you to explain yourself. That’s all

At least that’s what he told himself. But when he slept that night, he dreamt of living in that house with you. He dreamt of cooking breakfast for Sachiro and you. He dreamt of a world where you were his. 

#gojo x reader #gojo angst #gojou satoru x reader #oneshot

[kurayami-no-ko]

Translation of Sannan's first CG story in Tenun no Shou

Note: I said before I would translate at least some parts of it so here is it. I don't translate the entire thing but just the story that shows up when you touch on a CG. I think it is interesting because it shows some of his views towards marriage, red light districts, weird, disguised flirting (?) and also some very bad typically Sannan jokes.

Context: Matsubara, a captain, is getting involved with a woman and they are discussing him here.

The CG is this right here:

So now, enjoy!

Translation

Once I returned back to the kitchen, I prepared Sannan-san’s dinner.

Then, on the look out for the eyes of soldiers who were unaware of the situation, I headed towards Sannan-san’s room.

Chizuru: …Hm, are you awake?

A small voice rang out from inside of the room.

As the door slid open, so did Sannan-san’s form emerge.

Sannan: Yukimura-kun, why are you here so early?

Sannan: Isn’t this the time that you always has dinner with other people of the corps?

Chizuru: That is the case but…I wanted to bring a meal for Sannan-san.”

Sannan: You are bringing…my meal?”

A little bit perplexed, Sannan-san gazed at me but…

Sannan: “…Oh my, it is fine then.”

Sannan: “It is exactly the time for a break.”

Sannan: “Come, please get in.”

Chizuru: “Thank you.”

For the time being, I was relieved because I was not driven away.

Sannan: “…Then, I will immediately enjoy this meal now.”

Chizuru: “Please do. However, I don’t know whether it will be up to your taste.”

Sannan: “You don’t have to worry.”

Sannan: “In matters of cooking, I believe in your skills.”

After saying that, Sannan-san put his chopsticks to the food.

Then, after picking one and two of the side dishes in the small bowl…

Sannan: “…By the way. Didn’t you have something that you want to ask me?”

Chizuru: “Yes, actually…”

I told him about what I heard from Heisuke-kun in the kitchen during the evening.

Sannna: “…I see,”

Sannan: “You are curious about whether a captain of the Shinsengumi is able to keep a family or not…is that the case?”

Sannan: “For a woman of your age, it is a strange thing to be worried about, isn’t it?”

Chizuru: “Just as I thought, that is a strange question, isn’t it?”

While inspecting Sannan-san for his reaction, the feeling of embarrassment welled up inside me.

Certainly, it was likely to be something that I shouldn’t have gone out of my way to go to Sannan-san to ask.

Chizuru: “I am sorry. I suddenly got curious about it…”

Sannan: “No, I don’t mind it. It was just outside of my expectation.”

Chizuru: “If that’s so, hm…”

Chizuru: “Can the captains of the Shinsengumi also get married?”

Sannan: “…Are you thinking about marrying one of the captains?”

Chizuru: “No, I don’t mean so! However, even when that is not the case…”

Sannan: “Yes. Of course, I was just joking.”

Sannan: “This current situation…of you still not being able to find Kodo-san…”

Sannan: “I don’t think that you are the kind of frivolous woman who would think about such a thing during this time.”

Chizuru: “Yes…”

Because the situation made me flustered and embarrassed, I was unable to look at Sannan-san directly in the face.

It was hard for me to immediately respond to Sannan-san’s joke…

Sannan: “In this current situation, it is not easy for an ordinary soldier to get married but…”

Sannan: “However, for the captains, this is not an impossible thing to do.”

Sannan: “Of course, this is a conversation that is left to himself.”

Chizuru: “As expected, that is the case.”

But Heisuke-kun also said something similar to that during the evening.

Chizuru: “During that situation, what will happen with the wife?”

Chizuru: “Will she live with us in this headquarter?”

Sannan: “If something like that happens, it will naturally cost animosity among other soldiers.”

Sannan: “Then, the disciplines among the corps will also be slackened.”

Chizuru: “Is that so…”

Sannan: “If there is a person one wants to get married with and one gains the permission…”

Sannan: “Then he can rent a room outside of the headquarters and let the woman live in that place.”

Chizuru: “Outside…of the headquarters?”

Sannan: “If they only spend their time there during their off-duty days, the disciplines of the corps will not be disturbed.”

Sannan: “Only like that…, he can get married with the woman he loves and start a family.”

Sannan: “However, he will have more things that he has to protect.”

Chizuru: “Things that he has to protect…”

Sannan:“Especially because we incur a lot of grudge from the ronin who believe in “revere the Emperor, expel the barbarians” while conducting our daily military affairs.”

Sannan: “It is likely that he will involve his family and his beloved woman into this dispute.”

Sannan: “Among the soldiers, there are still those who are determined to that point.”

Sannan: “…Because everyone is still young.”

Chizuru: That determination…is necessary, isn’t it?”

Sannan: “Nevertheless, with every day being filled with violence, it is the truth that everyone’s nerves will be worn down.”

Sannan: “In their days off, the soldiers all go to such places as Shimabara or Yuukaku.”

Sannan: “Do you know the reason why that is the case?”

Chizuru: “Do they go there to do such things like drinking alcohol…, and spending time with women?”

Sannan: “…I am glad that you understand quickly.”

Sannan: “Even I also have qualms about explaining such a thing to a young unmarried woman.”

Sannan: “Those men are spending their days without knowing when they will die. Be that as it may,…”

Sannan: “Mostly, they are still normal men.”

Sannan: “They are still scared of such things as death and injuries.”

Sannan: “For those men, in order to earn a short moment of bliss, will seek at every opportunity such things as alcohol and food…”

Sannan: “And also, the warmth from women.”

Chizuru: “…”

Sannan: “For my case, rather than giving out permission to the soldiers.”

Sannan: “I think that it is better for the soldiers to go to those kinds of places and play without any future trouble.”

Sannan: “If it is an ordinary woman, there is the nuisance of normal people.”

Chizuru: “…Is, is that so?”

As someone who was not a soldier, I was not fully aware of the circumstance surrounding this situation but…

Sannan: “…Anyhow, if Matsubara-kun receives permission, it will be a good thing.”

Sannan: “For the captains, it will be a great thing if there is a good precedent.”

Chizuru: “…Yes, I also think so.”

Quickly cutting off the conversation, Sannan-san directed his eyes towards the tray.

Sannan: “I have let myself get too carried away with the conversation.”

Sannan: “If I lets this continue, I will let this great food become cold so now I will enjoy it first.”

Chizuru: “Ah…, yes!

Please enjoy your food!”

Sannan-san once again took up the chopsticks and started touching the food.

(The picture shows up here.)

Sannan: “Priorly, I had this thought but…”

Chizuru: “Y, yes, what is it?”

I was worried, waiting for Sannan-san’s next words.

Sannan: “The food that you make is delicious.”

Sannan: “I think that reproducing the flavours of Edo in Kyo is very hard.”

Chizuru: “Yes. Especially for miso soup, I cannot quite get the ingredients from Edo.”

Chizuru: “With these ingredients we have today, in order to achieve a flavour close to the food of Edo, I am having to contrive.”

Sannan: “…Only with these ingredients that you are able to get, you are able to give us this food to eat.”

Sannan: “Even the soldiers are not likely to be thinking about having a separate residence.”

“Is that so…?”

“…However, I think that the wives that these men will be married in the future will have a hard time.”

“Why do you think that will be the case?”

Sannan: “Because it will be hard to find a woman who is that good at cooking, they will have a discriminating palate.”

Sannan: “Because of that reason, everyone is likely to get married later.”

Chizuru: “I think that…it will not happen.”

Also, isn’t this also Sannan-san’s joke?

Of course, I was glad about being complimented but…

Sannan: “…Yukimura-kun.”

Chizuru: “Yes, is there anything?”

Sannan: “From now on, for the sake of everybody, I will entrust cooking, cleaning and washing to you.”

Sannan: “For the soldiers who put their lives on their lines and do military work, one thing you can do for them is to…”

Sannan: “Make delicious food and let them taste a comfortable way of living.”

“If everyday here is comfortable, it is likely nobody will leave here.”

Chizuru: “…Yes, I will try hard.”

Chizuru: “Come to think of it, was Sannan-san born in Edo?”

Sannan: “My hometown is Sendai but…why do you think I was born in Edo?” Chizuru: “Because just now, you complimented the flavour of Edo’s food…”

Sannan: “I was born in Sendai but, my preference is for Edo’s flavour.”

Sannan: “Especially, since coming to Edo, I have become completely used to this flavour.”

Chizuru: “Is that so…”

It seemed like my food also fit the palate of Sannan-san.

I felt relieved because of this.

Sannan: “…Just now I said that the soldiers will get married later because they get used to and fall in love with this flavour.”

Sannan: “It is likely that I, too, am not in the position to be worried for the soldiers.”

Chizuru: “Eh…?”

Sannan: “During this time of staying here, I eat nothing but your food.”

Sannan: “If I get used to this flavour…I will start being unable to think that other people’s food is delicious.”

Chizuru: “Such a thing…!”

Chizuru: “I think that it is fine. It is because Sannan-san is a kind person.”

Chizuru: “I think that you will be able to think that other people’s food is also good…”

Sannan: “Do you really think so?”

Chizuru: “Eh…?

…………Yes, of course.”

Sannan: “So, even when I have the chance to eat other people’s food?”

Sannan: “If I who am now a rasetsu is able to leave here and eat food outside……?”

Chizuru: “That……I don’t understand……

I am sorry I said thoughtlessly.”

Sannan: “……I am also sorry. It seems like I tease you a little bit too much.”

Sannan: “I am fully satisfied with your food ,so, this is enough.”

Sannan: “Right now, I am not thinking about wanting to eat the food other people made.”

Sannan: “Because of this…from now on, please continue on making delicious meals.”

Chizuru: “……Yes.”

After this, I was still very perplexed about the joke that was characteristic of Sannan-san but……

Being able to have this conversation normally with him was out of my expectation.

Because of that reason alone, I was relieved.

After I put away the tray of Sannan-san……

After getting a light dinner, I went to bed.

#hakuouki #sannan keisuke #yukimura chizuru #tenun no shou

[andydrysdalerogers]

Sliding Into Home ~ Status: All Star

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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Previous: Its a Ruff Life

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Abigail Cecilia Hernandez-Adler grew up in a crazy house. But not like you think. 

The youngest of five children, she is also the only girl. Her parents' miracle. Not that they didn’t love her brothers. But she was an unexpected, yet adored by her family, miracle.  

Walking towards her childhood home, Mary was chattering as usual.  She loved her adoptive grandparents, well really, her only grandparents, seeing as how Frank’s mother, Evelyn, wasn’t really in the picture.  “Do you think Abuela (grandmother) made my cake?” 

“I’m sure she did.” Abby smiled.  Her “cake” was actually imported sweet bread with pineapple jam filling.  Ana could make it, but the local Salvadorean bakery had it shipped fresh every week.  Abby cocked her head when she heard the sounds of people yelling at the television, no doubt a soccer game on the screen.  “I think the guys are already here. Mami said the guys would be here but not the wives.”  

Frank groaned.  “So, they are planning on killing me.”  

“For what?” Abby asked innocently.  

“You know for what,” Frank growled. “I married their baby sister without them there.”  

“But Mami and Papi were there. They can get over it.”  Abby raised her hand to knock but Frank stopped her.  

“Remember me after I die, love. Don’t fall for anyone else. Especially this asshole,” thumbing back to Johnny. “Be a widow forever.”  

“Oh my god, so dramatic.”  Abby knocked and smiled. “Love you, Frankie.”  

“I’m seriously doubting that right now Cricket.”  

The door flew open with Ana on the other side with an apron already on.  “Since when do you knock?” 

“Since you taught me manners,” Abby replied.  She hugged her mother, “Hi Mami.”  

“Hola, mi linda (my beauty). Come in! Mi hijo,” she kissed Frank’s cheek. “The boys are in the den with your father.  Oh Johnny, Suzie, Scott, I’m so glad you came.  Oh, mi corazon (my heart),” as she hugs Mary. “You are getting so big.”  

“Abuela! I missed you!” Mary hugged Ana hard.  “Is Abuelo here?” 

“Is that my Mary?” William came from around the corner and Mary squealed, jumping into his arms. “Oh Nugget, you’ve grown like a foot since Vegas.”  

“I have not!” Mary danced around, with Dodger prancing with her.  

“To me, you have.  Go,” he pointed to the den. “There are some people who want to see you.”  Mary took off with Dodger following.  William stood up and smiled. “HI, mi hija, Frank.” He gave both of them a hug before shaking hands with the rest of the group.  “How was the house?” 

“It was good. A little weird,” Abby offered.  “But it still felt like home. Frank’s nervous.”  

“I’m not nervous, I’m cautious.”  William gave him a look.  “The guys are gonna kill me.”  

William laughed. “They are not.  They might try but you make their sister happy and let’s face it, they are more scared of her.”  

“Hey fools, apparently our little sister can’t even say hi to us,” a male voice says as the group walks into the living room.  

“Mami! Isn’t it polite to greet guests as they come into the house and not make them go to you?” Abby’s eyes sparkle as her brother, Marco, blanches.  

Ana comes out with her hands on her hips. “Marco, go get your brothers and come say hello to your hermanita and her family.” 

“But Mami...”  

“Now! Or vas a ver (you will see).” She reaches down for her foot and Marco practically runs into the other room.  

“What the hell,” Johnny mutters under his breath as Scott Frank and Abby laugh. Susie shrugs.  

“It's called La Chancla, or the sandal.  It’s a Hispanic mother thing.  They throw it at the child who annoys them the most.  It's usually Marco or Robert for us,” Abby explains.  “Frank got it once too, in high school.”  

Frank unconsciously rubs the back of his head.  “Ana’s got great aim as well.”  His back stiffens as Marco and three other men enter the room. “Shit.”  

“That’s a quarter Frank,” Mary sings, coming up behind them.  “Frank swears a lot and Abby is making him pay for it.”  

“Good for her,” the oldest looking at bunch says.  “Hi,” turning to the newcomers. “I’m Antonio,” offering his hand to everyone.  “This is Robert, Daniel and Marco.”  

Abby introduces everyone as Ana ushers everyone to the den.  As Frank walks by, Antonio stops him.  “We just need to talk to Frankie Boy here for a sec.”  

“Tony...” 

“Abby princessa, go talk with your friends. We’ll just be a moment.” 

“Its ok Cricket.” Frank nods to her.  “Love you”.  

Abby rolls her eyes and sighs.  “Just don’t kill him. I love him too much.”  She tosses her curls around and stomps out of the room.  

Frank swallows as he looks at his wife’s brothers. His brothers in law. “Guys look...”  

“Shut up Franklin,” Antonio growls. “Did you cheat on my sister?” 

Frank is stunned.  “No. I would never.”  

“Then the pictures...” 

“Were a set-up from Weiss,” Frank said.  “He’s been playing this game with her all because he’s in love with her. Daniel, you remember how he was with her. But I would do anything to protect your sister.  I love her so much. She and Mary are my entire world.”  

“You married her without us,” Robert said.  

“I know. I’m sorry.”  

“Are you going to give her a real wedding?” Daniel asked.  

“As soon as the season is over.  Scott and Abby have already started planning.”  

“What about your sister?” Marco looks angrier.  He was the closest to Abby since they were only about a year apart.  

“The police are looking for her and Weiss. But until they do, Abby will have security when she gets back to work next week.  If I’m not with her, someone else is.  Scott and Susie have been great keeping her company.”  

Antonio crosses his arms.  “We’ve always liked you, Frank. But she’s our sister.”  

“And I respect that.  I do. But when Abby wanted to get married right away, I had to negotiate...” 

“Wait,” Daniel stopped him.  “She wanted to move that fast?” 

Frank nodded.  “Yeah, I could barely get her to agree to give me the day so I could get your parents out there.” The look of shock crossed their faces. “Did she not tell you that?” 

“No,” Robert said. “I’m going to kill her.” Her other brothers began muttering in Spanish.  

“Or,” Frank said, “you could have your revenge.”  

Once the drama of the Hernandez boys and Frank was done, which suspiciously took longer than expected, the entire group sat for the lunch Ana had made. “God, I forgot how good your food is Ana,” Frank mumbled with a full mouth.  

Abby smacks his arm.  “Swallow and then speak, Adler.” She rolled her eyes.  “He’s rude but he’s right Mami. I have missed your food.”  

“I’ve taught you everything you know, mi hija.” Ana smiled softly at her daughter. “All it takes is practice.”  

“Don’t have the time,” Abby replied.  “Besides, I can’t do as good a job as you.”  She took a bite and looked at her friends.  “What do you guys think?” 

“It's delicious,” Sue said wiping her mouth.  “So much better than some of the restaurants in LA.”  

“Agreed,” Johnny said.  He saw Mary struggling with a piece of meat and reached over to cut it for her.  “You guys coming to the All Star stuff?” 

Daniel replied to him, “yeah Frankie Boy sent over tickets for everything.  Me and the boys are bringing our girls, except for Marco. He doesn’t have a girl.”  

“Shut up,” Marco said.  He looked at Susie and blushed a little, bowing his head in embarrassment.  

“It should be fun,” Frank said.  “I’m in the home run derby this year with Storm.”  He and Johnny high-fived. “First time two players from the same team made it in a while.”  

Abby smiled and kissed Frank’s cheek.  She went to reach for her drink but found it empty.  “I’m going to get another.  Does anybody want something?” 

“Can I get another beer Abbs?” Robert asked.  

“Sure.”  She got up.  As soon as she cleared the doorway, one by one, each of her brothers and Frank train their gazes on the door.  

Ana frowned. “What are you up...” A scream broke through the house.  

Abby came screaming out and right into Frank’s arms.  “Sp-spi-spider!” She screeched.  She buried her head into Frank’s chest and began to cry.  

“Hey Cricket, its ok,” he sooth.  

William got up and went to the pantry and walked back out with a giant spider in his hand.  “Antonio!” 

“Maybe next time you’ll invite your brothers to your wedding, hermana,” Antonio said.  

Abby stopped and looked at Frank. Her eyes became set in fury. “Baby?” 

 Her head turned as she looked at her oldest brother. “Did you put that spider on the beer fridge handle?” her voice was low and lethal. She got up and started to stalk towards him.  

Antonio blanched. “Ok, Abbs, look...” he looked at his brothers.  “It was Frank’s idea,”  

“The fuck it was! I just said to take your revenge, not scare her half to death.”  

The distraction from Frank’s explanation was enough for Abby to launch herself at her bother and throw her arms around his neck and into a choke hold. “You dick!” 

Antonio tried to rip her away, but she was stronger now.  Robert, Daniel and Marco decided to allow Antonio and Abby have at it.  

“Abigail Cecilia! Antonio David! That’s enough!” her father roared. Abby let go; both were breathing heavily. “You would think that your mother and I raised animals.” William sat back down in his chair. “Abigail, go sit.” Abby sat back down. “Now, Tony, apologize to your sister and then clean all of this up.  You and your brothers are on clean up duty.” The guys went to protest but William stopped them. “One peep from any of you and you will get a whooping.  I don’t care how old you are.”  

“Si, papi,” they all mumbled, throwing daggers at Abby.  

“Abby, go clean up the back room.” 

“But Papi, I didn’t do anything!” 

“I don’t care. You behave like animals, I’ll treat you like one.  And Frank?” Frank whipped his head towards his father in law. “You help her but if she kills you, no one is going to stop her.”  The entire table dissolved into laughter as Frank groaned in his seat.  

As Frank and Abby got ready for bed, Frank tried to talk to his wife.  “Cricket?” 

“I’m not talking to you.”  

Frank sighed. “I didn’t tell them to use the spider.”  

“But you told them to have revenge.”  

“What was I supposed to say? Hey sorry that my wife decided not to call you before she got married. My bad?” Frank grabbed her and put her on his lap. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I love you, baby.  I’m so, so sorry.” 

Abby sighed.  “Fine, but no sex for you.”  

“But Cricket...” 

“No!” She climbed into bed and turned her back on him. “You betrayed me, so no sex for you!” He climbed behind her and pulled her into his chest.  

“Are you sure, my love?” He let his hand glide over her stomach. “You won’t let me make you feel good as a way to apologize?”  He grazed a hand over her panties.  She jerked a little. “So sensitive.” He kissed her below her ear.  

Abby gave in with a low moan. “I hate you but you better not stop.”  

Frank smiled and began to make his wife feel good. “Never, Cricket, never.” 

All Star weekend is a chance for all the players to relax, if not invited to Boston this weekend for the All Star Game.  Most of the weekend was dedicated into activities for families and meet-and-greets. Frank had been here before, but this was the first year he was happy too.  

As a surprise, Frank had new jerseys for Mary and Scott with his name and number. For Abby, he had “Mrs. Adler” on hers.  “Maybe later, you can just wear this,” he whispered to her.  

“For my all-star, absolutely.” Abby smiled into the kiss as she put the jersey on over her camisole and jeans.  

It was rare when two players from the same team make it to the home run derby. But Frank and Johnny were always the exception and not the rule.  Johnny had been laughing too much to take it seriously and dropped out after the first round.  Frank on the other hand was proud of his swing.  He made it to the face off.  

With Bobby Fuller.  

When was Frank going to get a break from this asshole? 

Frank took his stance as he went to swing away.  Out of the 30 pitches he got, he sent 18 out of the park, with three sailing over the Green Monster.  Mary had been sitting on the field with the other kids and screamed in joy after each one.  Once he was finished, he sat back with the rest of the National League while Bobby went to bat.  With the last hit, Frank held his breath.  But it was short of the wall, giving Frank the home run title.  He had Mary in his arms as he was interviewed.  

“So Frank, this has been a big year for you?” 

Frank chuckled. “You can say that.” 

“New wife, new team. Any other changes coming?” 

“Not at the moment.  My family and are finally settled in LA and we like it there. Don’t we?” He tickled Mary. She giggled and ducked her head.  

“You’re Boston, born and raised. How good does it feel to will the home run title on your home turf?”  

Frank took a moment to look around the stadium. “This place raised me and my wife when we were kids, so it always feels good to be back. And yes, winning the title here is amazing.  I wouldn’t change it for the world.”  

“Congratulations on everything, Frank!” 

“Thank you!” He waved to the crowd as he carried Mary off the field.  

The next day was the actual game.  Frank made a conscious effort to sit away from Bobby and chatted with Johnny and others.  

Abby, Scott, Mary and Susie were sitting in the family section, enjoying the game.  It wasn’t so serious, mainly because it was for bragging rights and home field advantage during the World Series.  “Abby, can I have an ice cream?” Mary was bouncing all over the place.  

“Nugget, are you sure you’re not gonna get sick?”  

“Nope, promise!” 

Abby laughed.  “Ok as soon as they come by, we’ll get one.”  

“Oh, there is one at the top.  Can I go? Please?” Mary gave eyes.  

Abby chewed her lip.  “Ok, but right there and right back Mary. I’ll keep an eye out.”  Mary jumped up and ran up the stairs.  Just then, there was a groan that when through the crown.  Abby looked back at the game. An outfielder from the American League missed a throw and Frank was running from first to second.  The crowd cheered as he slid into the bag, safe.  Abby clapped and then turned back.  

To find that Mary was nowhere to be seen.  

A/N: I know that "La Chancla" is not something that is exclusive to the hispanic community. However, "Abigail" is a hispanic basis character which is where this is coming from. I hope I'm not offending anyone.

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Words I never said

Authors Note: Sorry if I’ve misspelled some words. This is my very first fanfiction so I’m trying my best! I really hope you enjoy reading this <3

Warning : None. Fluff, mostly. Mentions of smoking.

Reader is in love with Argyle but doesn’t know how to express themselves because they’re very shy and aren’t good with emotions.

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💭Argyle was always such a sweet guy. Clueless. But sweet. And that’s what I love about him. I just wish I could tell him how I felt. But I can’t. And I hate that. I just wish my brain didn’t go numb when I’m around him. He’s been my bestfriend since day 1. I don’t wanna ruin that.

You see, I’ve always been a shy girl and expressing feelings are not my thing. It grosses me out to be honest. But when I’m around argyle, I feel so many butterflies and my heart races so fast that I think I should be concerned.

It could be as simple as “Hey, Y/N! Could you pass me the salt?” And I’d probably say something like “Salt your sir” I completely scrambled my words. But I don’t know why I’m like that. I’m never that way about anyone. But with him? I’m a different person.💭

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“Hey Arggy” Y/N said as she walked up to the counter of Argyles work place. “Y/N! What’s up, my dude? Come for pizza?” He said as he walked in front of her to take her order.

“Isn’t that all you have?” She said as she grinned.

“Well, we have different foods, you know. Or you could just have asked for a drink. But I’m guessing you wanted pizza because you come here exactly about this time everyday for the same thing.”

They looked at each other with a wide smile on both their faces. “PINEAPPLE PIZZA WITH EXTRA PINEAPPLE” they both yelled in sync and earning a few glances.

Y/N looked around apologetically before bursting out laughing with argyle. “Hurry up” she said in a playful serious tone.

“As you wish, my lady.” He said in a playful tone back causing her to playfully roll her eyes and turn towards an empty table.

She placed her feet on the empty spot of the booth beside her before looking over at argyle.

💭Oh my gosh. He’s so cute. That uniform is seriously gonna be the death of me. And why does he have to smile at me like that. Is it weird to be in love with my bestfriend? Yes. But how could I not? Maybe Max could help me. Actually she’d just call me weird. Or hit me with a pillow. Or call me weird as she hits me with a pillow💭

I nearly jump out of my skin when I hear a tray being slammed against the table.

“Surfs up.” Argyle said as he chuckles at my reaction to almost dying.

“Damn it, Argyle. Was that really necessary?” I said as I snatched my pizza from him.

“Yes. Yes it was. I saw you thinking about something and I thought I was the perfect opportunity to scare you. You’re reaction was priceless.” He laughed as he sat in front of you

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. You’re lucky I’m hungry or else I would’ve slapped you with my pizza. And who gave you permission to sit in my presents?” You ask as you took a bite of your pizza.

“I’m on break. So I decided to sit with my favorite person in the world.” He said as he secretly examined your features. Your heart races as his hand scoots next to yours, just inches away.

“J-jonathan?” You stutter as you pushed the other pizza to him in hopes of him not noticing your awkwardness.

“No. I meant you. Jonathan isn’t here right now, is he?” He said in a joking tone of voice.

“Well no but-“

“Exactly” he said as he took a bit of the other slice of pizza.

“Well, whatever.”

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The two of you spent the rest of his break talking about your day and how argyle somehow managed to break the ice cream machine because he somehow mistakes it for a slushie machine. Don’t know how that even happens but it did.

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Argyle sat with Y/N on the counter of the pizza place that has just closed. Argyle managed to get the owner to let them stay a bit somehow. “Okay, Y/N. This is the first time you have tried this. So, please be careful. Inhale” he said as he placed the marijuana on her lips. (I don’t know how to use marijuana so please don’t judge😭)

As she inhaled, she started choking as she pushed his hand away. “It’s okay, bro. At least you tried.” He laughed as he took a turn. “Oh god, Argyle. Are you trying to kill me?” She said as she dramatically gasped for air. “You’re so dramatic, Y/N” he said as he laughed.

They both burst out into fits of laughter. After a few minutes the laughter slowly died down and Y/N looked up to see Argyle looking back at her. A smile crept on his lips as she quickly turned away as she felt her face heat in embarrassment. “Um. It’s getting dark. Do you think we should head home?” She asked as she jumped down from the counter. “Actually Y/N. I have something to tell you.”

Y/N looked at Argyle with a confused look. Argyle gave her one last glance before holding the side of her head and pulling her in for a soft kiss.

After a few minutes, Y/N pulls away. “Argyle…” she began. “Wait, Y/N. Let me say this before you say something.” Y/N waited for a second before nodding in approval.

“Y/N. We’ve been best friends ever since we were small. Man, it’s been a long time. But I couldn’t imagine loving someone else. You’re so beautiful and that smile. Damn that smile. I love it so much. Everything about you is absolutely beautiful. I can’t look at anyone the way I look at you. You’re just so perfect. Every inch. I know you don’t see that but i do. And you’re so funny. Sometimes without even trying to be. And I love the time we spend together as we smoke and eat pineapple pizza. Sometimes I wish we could be more. You’re absolutely perfect for me. You’re the girl that I dream of marrying and having a family with someday. I love you, Y/N. It’ll always be you, my dude.” He says before she laughs.

She couldn’t find the right words to respond to him. Instead she pulls him in for another kiss. She runs her hands through his long hair as he placed a hand on her waist. “I love you so much, Arggy. I’d love nothing more than to be more than best friends.” She said as she pulled away from the kiss. “Will you be my boyfriend?”

“Yes. Y/F/N Y/L/N. I’d love to. Maybe I could even teach you how to be a proper stoner” He said as he smiled at her causing her to roll her eyes before shaking her head. “Yeah, no. I’m gonna pass on that.”

“Does this mean free pineapple pizza? Because I’m all in. I mean, not that I’m using you to get to pineapple pizza because that’s totally not a thing.” She said before giggling

“Sorry, Y/N. But I don’t think they like me already and I can’t just give away food to the homeless.” He joked as she smacked his arm playfully.

later that night

💬y/c/n (your contact name in Nancy’s phone)

Argyle is my boyfriend!!

💬nancy

What? Since when?

💬y/c/n

Since this morning… But he had me out all day. So I didn’t have time to tell you.

💬nancy

Okay. Well, get some rest because we’re meeting in the morning for coffee and you’re going to tell me everything little detail you hear me, you weasel? I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!

💬y/c/n

Um. Rude. Name calling! Fine. Goodnight, Nancy. I love you🌙❤️

💬nancy

Goodnight, I love you too

read 1:32 am

💭I think I could get used to this. I finally have the guy that I’ve wanted💭

She smiled to herself before turning over and slowly drifting to sleep with the smile still on her face

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[deanwithscissors]

Dream Come True - Part 1

Pairing: Jensen X Scottish!Reader (ofc), Richard Madden X Reader

Word Count: 3589

Warnings: Swearing, Scottish slang, alcohol consumption, tiny bit of dirty talk, slight bit of anxiety

Summary: When [Y/N]’s long term partner offers her a once in a lifetime opportunity to sleep with the man of her dreams, she has to take it

A/N: idk if you guys will understand the scots language lol, i toned it down (a lot🙄) this was also weird to write because my partner is called richard, who also has dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes and is scottish🥲 — this is a one shot that is already over 5k and isn’t near finished, so i decided to split it up so i can actually post something :’) *all mistakes are mine* feedback is really appreciated, but be kind<3

The melody, rhythm and beats from the live band filled the enormous and elegant room, reaching to the top of the high ceilings, bouncing off the sculpted walls and marble flooring, infecting everyone there with a buzz — although the alcohol probably helped with that too.

The deep bass vibrated through the speakers, causing glasses on the table closest to clink together and forcing [Y/N]’s stomach to churn as an invisible current ripped through her.  

“Hey c’mere,” Richard, the stunning blue-eyed, dark-haired, Scotsman said, gently grabbing her forearm and guiding her to the edge of the bustling ballroom.  

Her enchanting green sequin dress, tight to her body and showing off her glorious small frame, glistened in the light like the stars in the night sky, as he twisted her tightly to his chest. His wandering hands settling modestly around her waist, but inching lower.  

Tucked tight to the outskirts against a wall, the Scottish couple had no visual privacy, but no one was in earshot, which was good enough for Richard.  

“So, y’know how we had that chat aboot oor dream shag?” His voice was deep and whispered, eyes darting back and forth, switching between hers and the strangers surrounding them.

[Y/N]’s brow cocked as she hurriedly looked around, not saying a word until she was sure no one could eavesdrop. “Yeah…”

“If ye really could, would ye?” His piercing blue eyes penetrated her soul as he watched her intently, searching for her answer.  

“No obviously, I’m wi you,” she smiled, placing her hand over his heart.

“So you’re tellin’ me, if thee Jensen Ackles offered ti take you upstairs tonight, you’d say no?”

“Why’re ye askin’ me this?” She asked, her feet danced on the immaculate floor as smoldering anxiety bubbled under the surface at this impromptu interrogation.

A brush of cool air washed over her skin, reminding her just how exposing the green sparkly dress was as she pulled at the skirt.  

“Just tell me.” He insisted, his eyes darkening and fingers digging into the flesh of her waist.

“I’d say no,” she confirmed. “I mean, I’d cry about it for days, but—”

“What if ye had ma permission?” He interrupted.  

“To sleep wi someone else?” Her voice came out as a squeak, eyes bulging and heart rate increasing.  

“Only Jensen.”

“Rich, why are ye askin’ me this? Here? Now?” Once again, her head whipped around making sure no one was around as she fought to control the sickening bile rising up her esophagus.  

“Just tell me the truth, would ye?”

“I— I don’t know, but honestly how could’a turn that offer doon,” she confessed, cheeks flushing.  

“I told ye she’d say yes,” Richard said, talking over her small stature, eyes locked on a target behind her.  

[Y/N] spun around, searching for answers to the millions of questions flashing through her mind. Who was he talking to? Rich knew there was someone there this whole time? Did they hear their full conversation? How embarrassed was she going to be?

Her legs buckled as she collapsed into Richard’s chest when a tall, broad-shouldered man stepped out from the shadows of a doorway.

His eyes a sea of green, face painted with a sprinkling of freckles, lips so juicy and plump they begged to be kissed.

A pathetic whimper spilled between her lips, her knees giving out and a lump forming in her throat as her dream man Jensen Ackles stepped closer, stopping only a few feet in front of her.

Essentially, she was sandwiched between Richard Madden and Jensen Ackles, leaving no room to breathe.

“[Y/N], Richard’s told me so much ‘bout you, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Jensen,” he said gracefully, holding out his hand.

Richard’s fingernails dug into her shoulders pulling her from the abyss.

Her trembling hand was completely engulfed by Jensen’s massive one as they shook vigorously.

“H-hi,” she muttered, utterly stunned by his beauty.

Never had she thought she’d see this man in person, it was just a dream, a fantasy, let alone have his hand in hers, his warmth flowing from him to her.

“Yer real,” she said, aloud, involuntarily.

Jensen’s canines flashed as he burst into a gentle laugh, his shoulders jerking and hands curling over his stomach as his top half inched backwards.

Did she just make him do the unicorn laugh? Oh gosh. Giddiness fired through her veins, pumping her muscles and stealing the oxygen from the air.  

The exuberant stench of his cologne assaulted her nostrils, fresh and citrusy with a healthy dose of saddle wood and earth, she repeatedly inhaled, determined to lock this scent in her memory box for all of time.  

“Surprise,” Richard whispered in her ear.

In her own little fantasy bubble, she’d forgotten Richard was there too, for a moment her whole world only consisted of this huge room, her and Jensen, but Richard’s voice pulled her back to full reality as she spun around to face him.  

His facial features were so much harsher than Jensen’s, his jaw a hundred times more square and filled out. His eyes were just as bright as Jensen’s, although a deep-sea blue instead of a serine forest green.

“Y’know I don’t like surprises,” she hissed, her index finger prodding Richard’s chest.

“Ye’ll be thankin’ me for this one, a promise,” he gave a cheeky wink and showed no shame.  

“Rich this isn’t funny, it’s embarrassin’!”  

Her hands cradled her biceps, anxiously nipping at the skin as she wished and prayed to a God she didn’t believe in to grant her the power to turn invisible, or eliminate her entire being completely.

“No need to be embarrassed sweetheart,” Jensen said.  

Her heart hammered and pussy fluttered as his southern drawl filled her chest.  

A sudden wave of nausea hitting her as she spun around to face Jensen once more, astonished when he truly was standing there.  

“I’m flattered, really,” he added with a sly grin that probably got him in trouble, more often than not.  

“He thinks yer pretty,” Richard said over her shoulder.

“Actually, I think you’re absolutely astoundin’,” Jensen corrected.  

“Fuck me, I need a drink,” [Y/N] muttered, squishing her temples with pressured fingertips unable to comprehend the situation she found herself in.

“Both can be arranged,” Richard said, pressing his groin into her lower back letting her know he already had a semi. “Care to join us Jensen?”

“If [Y/N] is okay with it,” Jensen answered, his full attention captivated by her curled orange locks and minty green eyes.

Gosh he really was the gentleman she’d read about.

“Yeah of course— after a drink, or four,” she confirmed before tearing away from the two men.

Stealthily brushing past people to reach the bar, she swallowed down the humiliation that must have her cheeks beetroot and with all her might, she willed herself to walk straight and not crumble in front of hundreds of onlookers.   Avoiding the barman’s eyes, she ordered two Jack Daniels on the rocks. The fit, long-haired man was efficient and quick with his delivery, she thanked him and downed the first drink.  

Barely a second had passed since [Y/N] turned the upside-down glass onto the bar, when she jumped a foot off the barstool as a hand cradled her lower back.

For a split second she hoped it was Jensen, but blue-eyed Richard settled onto the barstool to her left. Her head automatically swivelled like an owl’s in search for the green-eyed actor.

“Jensen bumped inti someone, said he’d be over in a few,” Richard told her.

“What the fuck are ye playin’ at?!” She wanted to scream, but managed to keep her voice hushed.

When he remained silent, she continued, “You told him a fancy him?”

“A told him mare than that,” Richard said, his shoulders rattling.

“Why? Why would ye dae that? Couldn’t ye just introduce us the normal way?”

“Don’t ye want yer dream ti come true?”

“Ma dream wasn’t ti meet the man at a public gatherin’ and be humiliated Rich.”

“No, yer dream is for him to fuck ye and that’s what am offerin’.”

“You can’t offer that.”

“He can, and a can give permission,” he insisted.

“Rich if yer takin’ the piss this isn’t fuckin’ funny,” she sighed.  

“He’s not. The offer is on the table, from me,” Jensen said, casually sliding onto the barstool to her right. Once again, she was sandwiched between the two men.

“But why?”

“Imagine you’re a single bachelor and a guy comes up to you, offers you a night with his captivating petite redheaded girlfriend, who happens to have a Scottish accent, what would you say?”

“Thur’s only one rule,” Richard said.

It took all her strength to tear her eyes from Jensen’s beauty and stare into the eyes of her long-term boyfriend.

“I watch.”

Finishing her drink in one swift gulp, she instantly ordered another.

“W-what can— how far—” She attempts to question, subconsciously crushing her thighs together trying her darnedest to ignore the pooling in her pants as she swallowed the anticipation creeping up her esophagus.

“Nothin’s off limits, go wild,” Richard said.

“And yer okay wi this? Like truly?” she questioned him with a cocked brow.

“As long as a can watch,” he confirmed.

“And you’re okay wi this?” she asked, twisting round to face Jensen.

“I am,” he confirmed, “Are you?”

She was taken aback at his question, surprised that at every step he’d been seeking her consent.

“Yeah, but I— need another drink, and answers.”

“What d’ya wanna know sweetheart?” Jensen asked.

“How long have — has this been planned?”

“Richard messaged me on Instagram a week or so ago, a friendly hi, noticed we’d both be here this evening and said his girlfriend was a big fan and would love to me meet me. He made sure to send a photo.” Her eyes widened and brows furrowed. “Just a photo of the two of you sweetheart, nothin’ lude.”

“And then what?” She pushed, unsatisfied.  

“A made sure ti find Jensen when ye nipped ti the toilet and explained ma proposal,” Richard said.

She was tossed back and forth like a tennis ball by their extremely thick and unique accents. The whirlwind of blue and green drowning her soul. Richards dark hair to Jensen’s lighter.  

“I didn’t need any convincin’,” Jensen added, rolling the small glass in his giant hand.

[Y/N] tried to deny his minuscule action wasn’t making her cunt clench around nothing, but her thong was soaked through. With an unintentional hair flip that caught Jensen’s cheek, she glared at Richard.

“That’s so— so— reckless.”

“I wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t yer dream man.”

“Stop sayin’ that!” She sighed, blushing again.

“Can ye be mad with me later? Let’s just enjoy the time we have wi each other right now,” Richard said, performing with his biggest puppy dog eyes.  

“Fine,” [Y/N] huffed. “But we’ll be talkin’ aboot this later.”

“Aye, okay, we will, but— now that that’s dealt wi, you two get to know each other, I’ll find somewhere that’ll accommodate oor needs,” Richard said stepping off the stool.

[Y/N]’s hand wrapped around his forearm, eyes bulging, silently asking him not leave.

“Ye’ll be fine babe, al be back,” he told her before merging into the sea of guests.

Without missing a beat, Jensen filled the lulled silence, “So you’ve been with Richard for ten years?”

His husky voice rippled over her skin, his southern drawl tickling her insides and his kindness capturing her heart.

It wasn’t courage that made her turn around to face her dream man — great now she’s saying it — it was lust, and anxiety that she was losing her marbles. Jensen wasn’t actually real, was he? Like really here, by her side real, obviously he was a real human being.

“Yeah,” was all she could say as she counted the freckles on his face.  

“He said you were eighteen, he was seventeen, little bit of a cougar huh?”

“Am gonna kill him,” she said as her posture stiffened. The cougar thing was a running gag, one that she only escaped for a few months after his birthday, when they were the same age for a short time.  

“I wasn’t gone that long; how much was he able ti say?” [Y/N] hissed.

“He’s a fast talker, all you Scots are.”

A wide smile spread across her face, that was true, and it was funny because [Y/N] and Rich didn’t speak in public how they normally would in private, or back home in Scotland, otherwise all the actors and directors, writers, down to the wardrobe department wouldn’t be able to understand them. She could fire out a full sentence now with full slang, speed and accent and Jensen would be clueless. Hell, there were times [Y/N] and Rich couldn’t understand each other and their home towns were only a couple of hours apart.  

“He said you had a thing for Dean Winchester— and I’m curious, is it Dean you want, or is it me?” He leaned in as he asked, wanting so badly to take her hand in his, but knowing no displays of affection could be exchanged between them in the public eye, especially as photographers littered the event.

“Dean’s not real—”

“Oh sweetheart, Dean is plenty real, I can assure you,” he said making sure to lower his voice to mimic Deans.  

Despite the beautifully fitted suit that Dean wouldn’t typically wear, for a flash of a second [Y/N] was with Dean and not Jensen.

“I love Dean I do, but he belongs to Cas,” she said honestly.

“You really are a sweetheart,” he replied with a juicy smile that flashed his pearly whites.  

[Y/N] blushed into her glass, slowly drowning the liquid to keep from having to look at Jensen again.

“Do you really want to do this?” he asked.

[Y/N] couldn’t stop a scoff, “Yes, it’s just— weird. I haven’t slept wi anyone other than Rich in ten years, it feels like cheatin’.”

“But you have his permission, and honestly I’m pretty sure he’s more eager than the two of us combined,” he said with a light chuckle.

“I know and it’s kinda weirding me out.”

“Why?”

“This situation reversed is my worst nightmare, I’d feel sick ti my stomach if a had to watch him shag another girl, what if he regrets it?”

“Then you did nothin’ wrong, you had his permission.” Jensen leaned in, “[Y/N] I need you to know I will only go through with this if you’re one hundred percent on board, I don’t want you to regret it.”

“I’d never fuckin’ regret it,” she said harshly as if he’d insulted her.

“It seems your mind is made up.”

“It was made up from the moment ye stepped in front of me, a just needed to toss back a few drinks before a have the best shag of ma life—” Her eyes widened and mouth fell open, “Don’t tell Rich a said that.”

Jensen’s cheeks flushed, his white teeth teasing his bottom lip and hers.

“Wow, did’a just make Jensen Ackles blush? This really must be a dream.”

“Would you like me to fuck you so hard you’ll know it’s not a dream?” he asked, eyes locked on hers, unable to not place his hand on her arm this time. The sweet, heartwarming smile was gone, now a wicked devilish grin painted his face and darkened his eyes.  

Nauseating ripples of hunger ravaged her body, his scent so thick and lustful her mouth watered religiously, her heart hammering and pussy twitching. Despite being in an impressive-sized hall with hundreds of people, all that existed was her and him and the stools they sat on.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her mind playing a clear as day video of her; legs split, tits bouncing while being railed by him.

“You’re picturing it, aren’t ya?” Jensen accused.

“It’s hard not to,” she admitted.  

“It’s hard alright sweetheart, trust me.”

With that comment [Y/N]’s eyes flew to his crotch. She’d been on tumblr and was aware of his legendary status, she’d seen the pictures from the Smallville photoshoot, gifs of him from Dark Angel in sweatpants, the infamous dick flop of doom moment caught on camera, but in this moment, his clear arousal was right in front of her, close enough to touch, begging to be touched.  

Her breath was ripped from her lungs when she caught sight of the thick and sturdy bulge lining his black pants, thank God his jacket was long because it’ll be a challenge hiding the beast between his legs as they leave.  

A small buzz from her cell rocked her world, anxiety bubbling and swirling as she pulled it out. The screen flashed bright, displaying a photo of her and Rich on holiday a few months back, a single notification waiting to be read.  

Rich: Jackpot. Meet me outside, car’s waiting x

“A think Rich found a place,” her voice squeaked, not looking up to catch his gaze, the weight of the situation resting on her shoulders as her brain was occupied with thoughts of Jensen. “We’ve ti meet him outside.”

Jensen stepped off the bar stool, holding out his arm like a gentleman. Her fingers curled around his hand as she tried to elegantly repeat his step off the stool, however he was a whole foot taller and not wearing a dress and heels, and more than likely didn’t consume nearly as much as alcohol as her.  

She knew she was falling before it happened, her thin stiletto heel caught on the foot rest and her heart fell out her ass. As if tonight hadn’t been embarrassing enough, she was about to face plant right in front of Jensen-fucking-Ackles.

As she toppled, bracing for a harsh impact, Jensen’s arm twisted around her waist, like a lifeline halting her mid-air then pulling her taught against his body.  

Her butt rutted up against his crotch, his wide, striking hard-on sat sweetly between her cheeks, making her gasp and stiffen straight.  

“You alright?” he asked, his mouth so close to her ear that his breath tickled her skin.

Inhaling sharply and clutching his forearm, she mumbled, “Yeah am okay, thanks.”

“You hurt?” he persisted, arm still cradling her waist, hard dick now prodding her back.

“No, no, am okay, just— mortified,” she said, her breath quickening, legs trembling and pussy throbbing as in scent enveloped her.  

“It’s fine, no one seen,” Jensen reassured her as he guided her frame straight, making sure she was steady on her feet before letting her hand go completely.  

“But you did!”

“Yeah, and I loved it,” he said, eyes thin slits and focused on their prey. “My dick pressed into you in front of alllll these people, Richard nowhere in sight. Don’t be embarrassed sweetheart, it was fuckin’ thrillin’ on my part.”

[Y/N] could do nothing but stare into the actor's eyes while attempting to swallow the saliva gathering in her mouth like a fountain.

“Should we go find Richard?” Jensen asked after a moment of eye fucking in the very public and overstuffed room.  

“Ye might have ti carry me,” she half joked while her jelly legs wobbled under her skirt.

Jensen hooked his arm through hers, “C’mon, I got you,” he assured her.

Elegantly and as only a gentleman would, he escorted her through the trenches of black ties and over-the-top ball gowns, politely declining drinks and offers to chat.  

His presence was enchanting, captivating and fierce, people moved out of his way as he approached, half smiles gracing their faces as he glided through the waves of celebrities and CEO’s.

[Y/N] felt claustrophobic, unable to see above the many heads surrounding her, all those eyes on her as she passed through the split in the sea, Moses on her arm.  

An invisible force punched her chest, crushing her lungs, making her gasp for air and clutch at Jensen’s forearm.

Peering down to the redhead due to her tightening grasp, she was even paler than before, a slight shade of green tainting her face and not from the eye makeup or the green dress she wore.

“You alright?”  

“Yeah, just a lot— people,” she stuttered, eyes glitching as she scanned the room.  

“Hang on, we’re almost there.”  

His hand engulfed her, a tight squeeze letting her know he was there. Within seconds the pair burst free from the tsunami, the storm passed leaving nothing but fresh air and room to breathe, but before she could even inhale, Richard was by their side like a tornado.  

“Where ye guys been?” he huffed, oblivious to the panic dancing across [Y/N]’s face.

“A tripped, and then gettin’ oot— there was so many people,” she said, flashes of faces blinding her.  

“Well, the car’s over here, c’mon,” Richard said, his dress shoes clip-clopping across the prestige driveway.

“You good?” Jensen asked.

“Yeah, am okay.”

“You promise?”

His care for her brought a smile to her face and serenity to curl her into a soft blanket and cradle her until the woes faded.  

“Yes Jensen, I promise I’m okay.”

His frown eased, a soft smile taking its place.

“C’mon,” Richard insisted from the car like an impatient kid.  

As the panic of being surrounded died a quiet death the closer the pair got to the white Limo, God fearing lust burst to the surface, attacking every fibre of her being and threatening to send her to the devil.  

And after the sins she’d be committing tonight, to Hell and the Devil was precisely where she would be going.

#jensen x reader #jensen ackles fanfic #jensen fanfic #richard madden fanfic #fanfic

[toppersjeep]

Blake Gallo- Marry Me? Or Him

Summary: You are Kelly Severides sister. You are a firefighter on Squad. Kelly is super overprotective of you. You were surprised he let Blake date you. You two have been dating for almost eight months but Blake knows your the one. Since your Dad passed Blake knew he had to ask Kelly for permission to Marry you. But Kelly might have second thoughts. But what happens when your ex boyfriend mouse returns.

Blake’s POV

“Hey Kelly can I borrow you” I asked. Y/N was off talking to Mason so I knew she wouldn’t notice. “Sure what’s up Gallo” Kelly said. “Umm not here” I said. “My office then” Kelly said.

We walked to his office. My nerves were high I was about to ask him for permission to propose to his sister. The sister he was so overprotective of.

We went in and I shut the door. He took a seat at his desk.

“What’s going on Blake” Kelly asked. “Ummm actually it’s about Y/N” I said. “Did something happen don’t tell me you guys are expecting or something, I’d have to” Kelly said. “No no she’s fine she’s amazing” I said.

“Well then what is it” Kelly said. “This is kinda difficult.. sorry I’m nervous I really want to marry your sister” I said. He looked at me shocked like he had just been ran over. “You’ve been dating six months Gallo” Kelly said.

“Kelly I know that but I really love your sister she’s amazing, before you say anything more just let me explain” I said. “Alright” Kelly said. “Kelly I’ve loved her from the moment I laid my eyes in her, she’s smart beautiful and so strong in ever way” I said.

“I promised you that I’d take care of her and I always will, I want to spend the rest of my life with her she’s the only person who’s ever made me feel real love” I said. “At the end of the all I know is that I see future with Y/N” I said.

“Kelly I promise to take care of her and love and protect her for the rest of our lives, all I’m asking is for your permission to do so” I said. “Well.. you really have kept that promise to take care of her” Kelly said. “She means the world to me” I said.

“You have my full support behind it but if you do anything to hurt her ever you might wanna leave Chicago” Kelly said. “You said yes” I said. “Yeah Gallo now go before I change my mind” Kelly said I smiled.

“Thank you so much” I said walking out the door.

Your POV

“That’s awesome Mason I’m glad you finally found your fit here” I said. “You guys are a big family and I love it” Mason said. “Yeah it’s great” I said. “Have you seen Blake” Ritter asked.

“No I’m sure he’s somewhere” I said. “Oh there he is” Ritter said. “You climb the roof of something” I said. “N…no just talking to Kelly about squad training” Blake said. “You can always pick my brain” I said. “It was about the lessons he was teaching me” Blake said.

“Alright” I said. “Mollys tonight guys” Mason asked. “Actually Y/N and I have plans” Blake said. “We do” I asked. “Yes we do remember” Blake said. “Sure” I said. “Weird” Ritter said. “Y/N a little help” Cap said walking over with a boot stuck too his head.

“Dude seriously” I said taking it off his head. “Tony bet me I couldn’t get it on” Cap said. “Not funny Tony” I said looking over at him. “Y/N you should try” Tony said. “I’m not a child” I said. “Come on little Severide” Cap said.

“Here now don’t do that again you guys are like my brothers” I said handing it back to Cap. “Don’t tempt me” Cap said. “See Blake this is exactly what you’d be getting into” I said. “I think for now I’ll stick it out on 81” Blake said.

Later…

“Blake I thought you said we had a date” I asked. “We do” Blake said. “Ladies first” Cap said. I walked up the ladder of Truck 81 and got on the roof of firehouse 51.

Blake joined me. I helped him up.

“Beautiful right” Blake said. “Yeah it is” I said sitting down. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking” Blake said. “Your idea of a date isn’t Squad drills right” I said. “No no actually I was hoping we could watch the stars” Blake said.

“They do look very pretty” I said he smiled and sat beside me. “Then how come you aren’t up there” Blake said I laughed. “That was super cheesy Gallo” I said resting my head on his shoulder. “Your right oh I got you something close your eyes” Blake said.

“I don’t trust you up here” I said. “ I promise you it’s good” Blake said. I closed me eyes. I heard him move. “Can I open them yet” I said laughing. “Yes” Blake said.

I looked he was in front of me. Down on one knee with a small little box.

“Oh Blake” I said putting my hands over my mouth. “I know we’ve only been dating a short amount of time but I know what I want” Blake said opening the box. “Blake” I said tearing up. “I want to be with you for the rest of my life if you’ll let me Y/N” Blake said.

“So Y/N Severide will you marry me” he said holding the ring. “Y/N” Kelly yelled. “Umm” I said. “Y/N” Blake said. “What Kelly” I said. “You have a visitor” Kelly said. “I’m kinda in the middle of something” I said.

“Trust me you’ll wanna see who it is” Joe said. “Blake one second ok” I said. “Y..Yeah sure” he said putting the ring away sadly. “I’m sorry I just I’m shocked I don’t know” I said.

I walked down the ladder. Blake followed shortly. I walked back into the firehouse. I heard a familiar voice. It couldn’t be.

“There she is” Kelly said. “Hey it’s definitely been a long time” Mouse said I ran over and hugged him. He picked me up and spun me around. “Oh my god I missed you so much” I said hugging him tightly. “I missed you too” Mouse said.

“You look the same” I said he smiled. “And you look as beautiful as ever” Mouse said. “You back for good man” Kelly asked. “Yeah just got back and I plan on signing up for the police officers exam” Mouse said.

“That’s amazing I’m so proud of you” I said. “I’ll let you guys catch up” Kelly said. “I’m gonna go with him” Blake said. “Oh ummm Mouse this is Blake Gallo” I said. “She’s told me a lot about you” Blake said.

“All good things I hope” Mouse said. “Yeah they have been” Blake said walking back inside the firehouse. “You finally made Squad huh” Mouse said. “Yeah I did” I said. We both sat on the bumper of the fire truck.

Blake’s POV

I watched Y/N talk to Mouse. I know that she had missed him a lot. It was hard for her to start a new relationship in general. They dated for nearly three years. Then he left.

She was completely hurt by that. And now he’s back here acting like he’s still with her.

“You alright” Joe asked. “Ummm.. no actually I proposed to Y/N and she said she didn’t know” I said sighing. “Oh I’m sorry” Joe said. “Do you think she’s still in love with him” I said looking at them smiling and laughing.

“Greg I couldn’t tell you but it’s hard to leave feelings behind for someone you dated for three years” Joe said. “Yeah” I said. “To be honest with you Gallo he was her first love that���s something you don’t forget” Joe said.

“What are you saying” I asked. “I’m saying maybe your rushing into this whole marriage thing if you love her, you’ll let her decide on her own terms” Joe said. “But you knew with Chloe” I said. “Your right I did but this is different” Joe said.

Your POV

“I’m really sorry about everything” Mouse said. “I know you are” I said. “I shouldn’t have left” Mouse said. “I don’t know what to say about that” I said. “I just feel so stupid about it” he said putting a hand on my knee.

“You were set on it I thought I could stop you” I said. “I guess I was just afraid of it becoming more I shouldn’t have ran off” Mouse said. “Hey you guys coming to Mollys” Ritter asked. “Darren this is Greg well Mouse” I said. “Nice to meet you she’s always talked so much about you still has a picture of you two, in her locker” Ritter said.

“Ah well that’s very sweet” Mouse said. “Ummm I’m not sure” I said. “Have you met Blake you know it’s so funny that they started dating” Ritter said. “Dude” Mason said. “Good with Blake” Mouse said. “Mouse I was gonna tell you then” I began to say.

“No I get it I left and you moved on it’s understandable” Mouse said getting up. “Please don’t leave” I said. “I think we should go” Ritter said. “Yep right behind you” Mason said. “I should go” Mouse said.

“No please don’t leave again” I said. “Everything ok” Blake said. “No it’s not at all I guess I assumed that she wouldn’t move on” Mouse said. “Have you truly Y/N” Blake said. “What” I said looking at him.

“You didn’t even wanna go out with me at first .. because you were still so in love with him” Blake said. “What are you asking me” I said. “Do you even move me” Blake said. I looked at him then looked at mouse.

“I’m not answering that question” I said. “I guess I should’ve known better than to try to even ask” Blake said. “Blake.. truthfully I don’t know ok you can sit there after six months and expect, someone to fall in love” I said.

“Sorry I asked you do whatever you want Y/N” Blake said. “Screw this I’m going home I can’t deal with you right now, acting like a child cause I don’t want to marry you” I said. Everyone looked at me. “But you’d marry him wouldn’t you” Blake asked.

“What” I said. “You’d marry him if he asked you I know this because I overheard you and Violet” Blake said. “Blake” I said. “Just answer the question would you still marry him” Blake said. “…Y..Yeah I would” I said. “Then there’s your answer” Blake said leaving.

“Y/N” Mouse said. “I think I’m gonna go home” I said grabbing me bag. “Just wait” Mouse said. “You know where I live I’ll just be there ok I need a couple minutes” I said.

Later on that evening…

I heard a knock on my door. I was assuming it was Ritter or Stella. I opened it to see Mouse standing there. I had dreamed about him coming back for many years.

And now it was finally here. I wanted nothing more than to kiss him right then and there.

“May I” Mouse said. “Yes you can come in” I said. “You didn’t change it much” Mouse said. “Yeah I know” I said shutting the door. “If I ruined anything I’m sorry” Mouse said. “No it wasn’t you I guess I shouldn’t have started a relationship with someone knowing, I still love you” I said.

“Even after I left I can understand if you didn’t” Mouse said. “Well I do love you” I said. He cupped my cheek the way he always did. It was a feeling I missed more than anything. “I love you” Mouse said I kissed him.

He immediately kissed me back. It was as if everything was the same and he never left. He picked me up carrying me to my bed.

(And we all know what happens next 😳)

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Part 2? When Blake finds out about this lmk

#chicago fire #fanfic #kelly severide #blake gallo #firehouse 51 #love #x reader #greg gerwitz #chicago pd #samuel hunt #mouse chicago pd #jay halstead #chicago fire fanfic #jay halstead x reader

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Tangled - a Malevolent fic

She didn’t want to celebrate her birthday two days after the Rite. She didn’t want to celebrate it at all.

She didn’t feel like she should.

Part of the Surrogate series.

AO3

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“My darling one, we shall celebrate your birthday two days after the Rite.”

She didn’t want to celebrate her birthday two days after the Rite. She didn’t want to celebrate it at all.

She didn’t feel like she should. 

But dad was waiting for an answer, and he loved her, and he was doing this because he loved her, so. “Just something small, please, dad. Small.”

“Of course, my daughter. Whatever you wish.”

Small to him probably meant crazy with dancers and fireworks and choirs. “Could we just have…” She thought quickly. “Arthur and John, and… Dis, if she’ll come, in a room? Arthur can make music, and we can have fun food, and… that’s it?”

He paused. (It made sense. He didn’t do small celebrations.) “If that is your wish.”

“Please, dad.”

Boom. The magic words. “It shall be as you have described, precious one. Off to your lessons, now.” He caressed her cheek.

She went, and reminded herself again not to take advantage of her superpower, no matter how tempting. There was something, though, in being able to direct a god.

#

“No,” dad was saying into a mirror as she approached. “Her birthday is small this year. Perhaps after.”

On the other side of the mirror was a being she knew from textbooks, but had never seen in real life, and oh, gods, he was huge. “Well, if you’re sure,” he drawled in a weird sort of country accent she’d heard in the Dreamlands. 

“She is sure.”

“She’ll get to meet her cousins later, then,” said Dagon, and disappeared.

“What?” said Faroe.

Dad turned to her with undulating tentacles that she knew to mean he was surprised and doing damage control. “I have made peace with Dagon.”

She shuddered and hugged herself.

“He wishes to make up for what his foolish children did—he had not approved of that behavior, nor even known it was happening.”

She stared. “I don’t care.”

He hadn’t expected that, apparently. “As you wish.”

They would be revisiting this, clearly. Faroe sighed. “This is a ruling thing, isn’t it?”

“Yes, my daughter. He is a powerful ally, and we need his favor.”

Her ankle suddenly burned where one of Dagon’s spawn had grabbed it to pull her down, down, into the cold, unforgiving water. “Why?”

He touched her cheek. She leaned into it. “Because,” he said, slowly, “I have not… maintained my proper reputation since John was separated from me. I must make allies to regain ground Carcosa lost.”

That was not a thing she could emotionally parse yet. She swallowed hard. “So we need him?”

“Dagon intends to make up to you for what his foolish offspring did.”

Faroe opened her mouth to say no. Then she hesitated.

She, Hastur’s child, had taken off without Hastur’s permission, and done many things in the  Dreamlands of which he knew nothing. Could Dagon’s spawn have done the same? “Maybe,” she said softly. “But not for my birthday. After.”

“After,” he agreed.

#

She had to go to the gardens and cry.

Her ankle was long healed; there’d been no real damage, not like to her throat, where her brother had…

Her brother had…

Why? she thought at him for the thousandth time, knowing she would get no answer. She still didn’t understand.

She knew he cared about her. He had.  So why had he done what he’d done?

Faroe lacked the courage to ask her dad. She feared what the answer might be. That it could be some fault in her, still.

And then she heard a familiar voice.

“I appreciate it, partner,” said Parker, jogging lightly through the paths, happily on the other side of the hedge, so if she stayed down, he wouldn’t see her. “I know it ain’t easy for you.”

It’s never easy to face people with whom we have complicated pasts, Sunny said. I… I know. You’ve taught me, Parker. You’re very wise.

“I’m a fuckin’ coward,” Parker said, and laughed weakly. “I needed your help. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

No, Parker! I.. I’m the one who wouldn’t… I wouldn’t know what to do without you.

“Good thing we got each other, huh?”

Yes. And we will… will handle Arthur Lester and John, whatever it looks like. We handled Larson, and they’re not that.

“Fuck no, they’re not that.”

I’ve got you, partner.

“And I’ve got you. Even if you do like cilantro way the fuck too much,” Parker lightly teased.

Cilantro is delicious!

“If you like fuckin’ soap,” Parker laughed, and they were out of earshot.

Faroe had no idea what all that was about, but she knew what she’d heard: peace. Comfort. A balanced thing, a relationship style she didn’t know.

She liked it.

#

Faroe tracked her father down. He’d repurposed the war room, and the map on the table (regrettably two-dimensional) now had pins all over it in a variety of colors. He seemed to be planning some kind of route. “Dad?”

“Yes, my daughter?” He didn’t even look up. 

“Could I have Parker and Sunny at my birthday, too?”

He straightened, surprised for the second time in a day (and she wasn’t sure if that made her want to cheer or cry). “Yes, if you wish.”

“I do.”

“All right. I will invite them.”

She gave him a true smile. “Thank you daddy.”

“I love you, my precious one.” Something in his voice was heavy, rich, full, but unsteady; he untangled a couple of her dark curls, then turned back to his map.

Well. Everyone was upset these days, because of where she’d led them.

That thought made it hard to look anyone in the eye. She was glad she didn’t have any more lessons for the next few hours.  She sneaked to the piano room and listened to Arthur play, taking quiet comfort in the familiar grumpy conversation and Arthur’s heart turned to sound.

#malevolent #malevolent fic #malevolent au #surrogate series #faroe lester

[olive2read]

“Can I talk to you?”

A non-committal, “mmm,” was all her mother said but she had adopted her ‘benevolent’ smile, which Alexis took as permission.

“Something weird happened to me tonight,” she began.

Her mom rolled her eyes. “Oh, Alexis. We’ve all found ourselves dangling over the edge of Grand Duke Henri’s ski lift at one time or another. I know things feel dire now but, I promise you, it will grow back eventually.”

Alexis paused, then shook her head. Best not to go down that road. Besides, she refused to be distracted.

“Um, no. Not that.” When her mother simply continued gazing serenely at her, she bit her lip and just asked her directly. “Am I adopted?”

Her mom sighed, reaching into her bag. “Darling, if you want your therapist to prescribe a better class of benzos, shock value is much more effective than ennui.” She held out her tin of ‘mints.’ “Here. Take a few of mine and then run along, dear. Mummy doesn’t have time to help you spin a more convincing tale of anguish and woe.”

Alexis rolled her eyes. “That is not what’s happening here.” She pursed her lips. Her mother so rarely shared the contents of her tin. “Although, yes, thank you, I will.” She extracted three blue and white capsules and two orange ones. That done, she forged ahead. “I’m serious! I, um, I kind of turned into a… car, tonight… and, last time I checked, ‘distinctive hexagonal accents’ and ‘elegant Y-shaped features’ don’t exactly run in the family.”

“Well, not on my side, certainly.” Her mother shivered dramatically. “Uncle Caspian never did recover, poor man.” She raised her martini glass and tipped it slightly in acknowledgment before taking a healthy swallow.

“Wait, who’s uncle Caspian?”

“Hmmm?” It took a moment for her mother to comprehend the question. “Oh, oh no. No, no. You take my advice and steer clear of geometrics. All facets lead to disaster, no matter how tantalising they may seem.”

Alexis really ought to have known better than to ask.

“So, anyway. Is Dad, like, not my dad?”

“Alexis.” Her mom’s smile slid from serene to sympathetic. “Of course he is.”

“No, but, are you, like, sure?” She shifted uncomfortably, no longer certain she wanted her suspicions confirmed. “Because David has his eyebrows but I… What do I have?”

“Oh, no, Alexis. You know there’s more to fatherhood than inserting a protoform.”

Alexis blinked. “Inserting a—ew.” She really didn’t want to know. “Wait. Are you saying he isn’t my dad?”

Her mom patted her knee. “He is in all the ways that matter. If you’re asking about your conception, well.” A dreamy smile floated across her mom’s face. “The 80’s were a decade of lush hedonism, Alexis. We were helpless against its sybaritic charms.”

“Um. Ew.”

“And you know what your father is like. He is simply insatiable when it comes to—”

“Ew!”

“—sensual indulgence. We used to host such lavish parties—”

Alexis squeezed her eyes closed and smashed her fingers into her ears, she might even have whimpered, desperate to block out this appalling conversation and prevent any more of her brain from melting. The sound of her mom’s voice slowly faded and she cautiously opened her eyes, then unplugged her ears. Her mom was wreathed in contemplative silence and Alexis relaxed in relief.

It was short-lived.

“Such an ostensibly odd couple,” she mused. “The gorgeous, suave microscope and the eager naïf and his briefcase—but as devoted to each other as they were to the pursuit of scientific advancement. Oh, we had such a lovely time with them that winter.” She paused, her face scrunched in the closest she ever got to an actual frown. “Alexis, are you sure your transmogrification was into an automobile? Because I seem to recollect the awkward little mech was a jet, in all senses of the word.”

“Oh my god! Ewwwww! Stop!” Alexis’s protests made no visible impact on her mother, who blithely continued.

“Say what you will about existential metaphysics but you can’t deny he did marvellous things with mass-displacement and quantum disaggregation.”

“EW!”

#schitt’s creek #transformers #xover #sunday snippet #alexis rose #moira rose #background #brainstorm/perceptor #implied human/robot sex shenanigans #wip #ollie writes

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 321

McCoy

McCoy scowled as the PADD went blank as he hung up. Who was at his door and what did they want? Couldn’t he just talk to his boyfriend about good things finally? He stomped across to the door.

“What?” he said as he pulled it open.

“What to you,” Leah said, pushing her way into the room.

“Get out,” McCoy said. “I was talking to Scotty.”

“Where is he? Let me say hi,” Leah said, looking around for the PADD.

“I hung up when you knocked. So, get out.” McCoy gestured out the door.

“No,” Leah said and sat down in the armchair by the bookcase.

“Leah…”

“I’m pulling rank,” Leah smirked. “Now close the door and get over here.”

McCoy grumbled under his breath as he closed the door. He remembered the conversation when Father had said Leah would rule over him too if she was queen.

“What do you want?” McCoy pulled another chair over by Leah.

“Why weren’t you at dinner? Where were you?”

McCoy groaned softly as he ran a hand over his face.

“Father’s dining room.”

“And Spock?”

“He was with me.”

“Why?” Leah’s voice had softened. She seemed to sense something was wrong with her brother.

McCoy’s head flopped back until he was looking at the ceiling and another large huff of air escaped him.

“I’m excused from anything with the Darnell’s.” His voice was quiet, knowing the rest of the questions to come from his sister.

“Really? Says who?” Curiosity filled Leah’s voice now.

“Father.”

“What happened?”

McCoy didn’t answer. How many times with how many people was he going to have to go over this? His face heated and he couldn’t look at Leah. His eyes drifted over to his bookshelf. He had set a picture of himself and Scotty on one of the shelves.

“Lenny, what happened?” Leah’s voice was quiet, but demanding, full of a sense of protection.

“Jocelyn happened,” McCoy said quietly. He took a deep breath. “She kissed me without asking and insulted Scotty and has generally been trying to throw herself at me, saying she could be my queen.”

“She did what?”

McCoy looked back up and saw fire in Leah’s eyes. He nodded at her.

“That bitch…”

“I already told Mother and Father about all of it. Father said I didn’t have to do anything more with them and could use the private dining room.” He closed his eyes again, tired of all of it. In a moment Leah had grabbed his hand. He opened his eyes and saw she had moved to kneel next to him.

“Are you alright?” Leah was gentle, but the fire was still in her face.

“I guess.” McCoy shrugged. He knew he still wasn’t quite, but he didn’t feel like sharing that with anyone.

“Does- did you tell Scotty? Is he- is it ok?” Leah was squeezing his hand by now.

“Yeah. I told him. We don’t keep secrets. I think he was upset. Angry at her like you. But he knows it wasn’t my fault.”

“Of course it wasn’t!” Leah exclaimed. “You didn’t do anything wrong! How dare she!” Leah stood and paced between her chair and his. She stopped at her chair and turned back to McCoy. “What’s Father doing? Is he kicking them out?”

McCoy shrugged. “I don’t know. He didn’t say. Just that I was excused. Were they at dinner?”

“Yes. That explains the weird tension in the air.”

“Maybe he doesn’t want to cause a big to-do over it,” McCoy shrugged.

“I want to!” Leah whipped around. “I would have kicked them out immediately!”

McCoy snickered and a smile came to his face.

“That’s not very queenly,” he smirked.

“Screw that!” Leah looked at him. “We can’t just let whoever touch our royal persons!” Leah gave him her best haughty look and he couldn’t help falling into a fit of laughter.

“I know it isn’t queenly,” she said, back at his side again, “but if it was possible, it’s what I would do. No one kisses my brother without his permission. Especially not Jocelyns!”

“Thanks Leah.”

“You're welcome. I’ll get out of your hair now. I was worried when you weren’t at dinner. I wanted to make sure you were ok. Tell Scotty hi for me.” Leah wrapped her arms around and hugged him, then was out the door quickly.

McCoy sat for a few moments, then got up to retrieve his PADD and finish his talk with Scotty.

Part 322

Scotty

"It was Leah," Leonard explained and Scotty gave him an understanding nod. He had expected something like that.

"How is she doing? Is everything alright?"

Scotty could only imagine just how much she had to do with all the King's duties upon her. He really hoped it wasn't too much for her. Then again... it was Leah they were talking about. Nothing seemed too much for her.

The Scotsman smiled at hearing that.

"Tell her hi back when ye see her."

Leonard nodded and Scotty knew that he'd stay true to his word - whenever he'd get the chance to talk to her again.

"What did she want?" Scotty hoped nothing was wrong, but his boyfriend sighed.

"She wanted to know why me and Spock weren't at dinner. I told her about... what happened."

Scotty's face darkened. Leonard didn't even mention that girl's name anymore. And the boy understood his reasons quite well.

"Oh."

"Yeah... She was pretty angry, said that she'd kick the Darnell's out right away if it was her decision to make."

Scotty couldn't help but chuckle softly. He could imagine that.

"Well... She's quite an emotional lass."

The smile faded when Scotty thought about everything. He doubted that David would actually kick their guests out. They were friends, after all.

"To be honest... I also wished they'd kick them out."

He could see Leonard swallowing.

"Me too Scotty. Me too."

They stayed silent for a while, not wanting to talk about Jocelyn or her family any further.

Scotty's thoughts drifted to the written conversation he had had with Khan. He had to tell Leonard about it. But he wasn't quite sure on how to start yet.

Leonard and him... they didn't keep any secrets. It was something Scott valued a lot in their relationship. However, there were still moments when he didn't know what to say exactly.

"Scotty!"

The Scotsman blinked a few times when he heard Leonard calling his name.

"Oh, sorry, what were ye saying?"

Scotty could see the frown on Leonard's face. It probably hadn't been the first time the prince had said his name.

"I asked if you're alright," Leonard explained and Scotty nodded quickly.

"Uhm, aye... it's just... I have to tell ye something." He paused. How should he start? "About Khan."

The frown on Leonard's face deepened and Scotty knew that this was gonna get uncomfortable.

"What about him?" Leonard asked coldly.

"So... Kati is leaving the music group for some time and we need someone to play the flute. Khan... offered to do the job. After all, he's banned from sport groups. But he wants to socialize more again."

With every word he said, Leonard's face darkened more and more.

"I see," the prince eventually said... then shrugged. "Well... it's his choice, isn't it?"

Leonard was annoyed. Scotty saw right through him. But he tried to hide it.

"I... said it's fine with me. But... then I remembered yer nightmare and..."

Scotty looked down. What would Leonard say? Would he be angry with him?

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds

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Chapter - 7

(Ella's POV)

"So I’m stuck here," Percy said. "That’s it? For the rest of my life?"

"It depends," I said. "Some campers stay for summer. If you’re a child of Aphrodite or Demeter, you’re not a powerful force. The monsters ignore you, so you get by with few months of summer training & can live in the mortal world. For some, it’s dangerous to leave. We’re year-rounders, we attract monsters. They ignore us till we’re ten or so, then, the demigods come here, or get killed."

"So monsters can’t get in here?"

"Only if they're intentionally stocked in the woods or summoned by someone."

"Why would anybody summon a monster?"

"Practical fights or jokes. Anyway, the point is that the borders keep monsters out. From outside, mortals look in the valley & only see a farm."

"So...you’re a year-rounder?" he asked me.

I nodded. From under the collar of my T-shirt I pulled a leather necklace with four clay beads of different colors.

"I've been here five years, every August, on the last day of summer, you get a bead for surviving another year."

"Why did you come so young?"

"I ran away from home...." I say with a shrug.

"Ohh...so...I could walk out right now?"

"It'd be suicide, Mr. D & Chiron won't give permission until the end of summer unless..."

"Unless?" He asked.

"You were granted a quest. But that hardly ever happens. The last time.…" I trailed off.

"Something's wrong in Olympus, something major. Last time I was there, everything seemed so normal." I mumbled.

"You’ve been to Olympus?"

"Some of us year-rounders-Luke, Annabeth Clarisse, me & a few others- took a field trip to Olympus during the winter solstice. That’s when the gods have their big annual council."

"But...how did you get there?" he asked.

"The Long Island Railroad. You get off at Penn Station. Empire State Building, special elevator to the six hundredth floor. You're a New Yorker, right?" I asked. He nodded.

"Right after we visited," I continued, "the weather got weird, as if the gods had started fighting. And if it isn’t returned by the summer solstice, there will be trouble..."

"When you came, I hoped...I mean, Zeus can get along with almost anybody, except for Poseidon. Aside from that, I felt we could work together...if you knew something.." I said. He just shook his head.

"I need a quest," I muttered to myself. “I’m not too young. If they'd tell me about it…”

I smelled barbecue smoke & heard Percy's stomach growl. We laughed. I told him to go on. He promised to meet after the campfire.

{-TIMESKIP-}

After dinner, Mr. D got up with a huge sigh.

"Yes, I’d better say hello to you brats. Well, hello. Capture the flag is on Friday. Cabin five currently holds the laurels."

Cheers rose from the Ares table. "Not for long..." I muttered.

"Personally," Mr. D continued, "I couldn’t care less, but congratulations. And, we have a new camper, Peter Johnson." I look up confused. Chiron murmured something.

"Er, Percy Jackson," Mr. D corrected. "That’s right. Hurrah, & all that. Now run along to your silly campfire. Go on."

Everybody cheered & headed down toward the amphitheater.

As I was walking to a seat, Luke said, "Hey Ella! Sing us a song.." I froze. Luke never ever called me Ella but shrugged it off.

"Me?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, I bet Percy wants to hear you too. Right Percy?" A series of ooo's emerged. Percy & I blushed.

"Fine, but on one condition..."

"What's that?" Connor asked.

"Luke can't have dessert for a month."

"Oooh! Nice one!" I heard someone say.

"Don't worry Luke, I can have your share of desserts for you." Connor said.

"Gee, thanks Connor." He said. I laugh & take a seat at the front with my guitar.

"Which song do you want me to sing?"

"Perfect?" Annie suggested, everyone nods.

"Okay.." I reply.

I let the soft notes of the guitar consume me completely as I began to sing.

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[aarcanespikes]

Stratagem; Lunch

In which the second years go out for lunch and Emi proves she can take care of herself

Warnings: Swearing, slightly sexual comment/ almost groping, broken bones

Notes: Emi’s story won’t be written in any order

Sunday mornings meant no volleyball.

Sunday mornings meant sleep ins.

Sunday mornings meant not having to deal with her classmates rocking up at ten am demanding she gets dressed to go out.

“It’s ten in the morning on a Sunday…. Why are any of you awake?“

“Why were you still asleep?” Kosaku snickered.

“Because it’s a Sunday. It’s break day, it’s leave me alone day. I don’t have practice, I don’t have to manage yours asses… I get to sleep.”

“Well not this Sunday you don’t!” The group gleamed at the grumpy girl.

“We’ve decided to hang out for a bit then go to lunch and since you are our friend we obviously had to invite you.” Atsumu sounded so, so proud of himself. “C’mon we have like a week before school starts back up and we are officially second years.”

“Fine. Wait here while I go get dressed.” She grumbled as she shoved the boys from her room and slammed her door shut.

The boys had found it amusing startling the poor girl awake- with Suna adding the frazzled dark haired girl to his blackmail folder of photos on his phone- as they slammed open her bedroom door with her mothers permission. She was not a happy camper about being awoken like that.

They eventually decided to take a trip to a nice casual restaurant for lunch and after they would go on a walk around a nearby park- granted most of them just couldn’t be bothered to walk further into town so the park was it.

Not that they minded it and Emi seemed content… until one pm hit.

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It had been getting cooler as the afternoon came in and the boys were even muttering about how they should have brought a spare jacket before one by one they noticed Emi had been wearing shorts the whole time.

“How are ye’ not cold?” Ginjima questioned as they took a seat at a picnic bench.

“I don’t get cold.” Was her answer.

“What do you mean?” Osamu questioned as he moved to sit on her right, Suna her left.

Emi shrugs. “I just don’t. Never really have, if anything I overheat easily.”

“That’s so weird- not that you are weird Em it’s just I haven’t heard of that before.” Atsumu says quickly.

“Mum’s like that too, Dad’s German so he’s pretty good with the cold as well.”

“Wait, your dad isn’t Japanese?” Kosaku asks. “Do you speak German then?”

“Nope.” She responds. “And yes I do speak German, I also speak English- both fluently.”

“This is the most we’ve learnt about you in a year.” Atsumu pouts.

“Dad’s an asshole I try not to talk about him so don’t worry about it.” She adds sort of attempting to make the blonde feel better.

“What’d he do to be an asshole?” Osamu asks. Emi blinks at him, she honestly hadn’t expected to be asked about it.

“Uh… I don’t…”

“You don’t have to tell us.” Suna adds quietly, staring at his phone as he does.

“I’d rather tell people than let the old ladies in town stories get to the school I guess.” She sighed. “He’s not a nice man to put it bluntly, never laid a hand on me or Ma don’t get me wrong but he was aggressive, drank lots and even brought women over to the house whenever Ma or I weren’t home… he’s off somewhere in Tokyo with his new younger wife now so we don’t really give a shit about him.” She shrugs.

“Shit, sorry-” the boys start.

“Don’t. I don’t like people pitying me for something he did. He’s an asshole plain and simple but at least he pays child support I am his only child after-all.” She says. “Plus Ma beat him up real good when she found out so he’s never gonna walk right again.”

Emi’s smile was a little unnerving but the boys were happy she shared that little bit about herself even if it wasn’t all that nice.

“Hey little lady.” A voice came from behind, an older man with a slur was stumbling towards them.

“Mr Kuzuri.” Emi said curtly.

“Oh it’s you little Akiyama.” He man chortled. “Well now haven’t you gotten prettier?”

“I look the same Mr Kuzuri.” She responded.

“No need to get snippy just complimenting your pretty young self.”

“There is no need to.” She said before turning back to the boy. “If you don’t mind I’m busy.”

“Now, now you can have time for little old me.” He hand landed on her shoulder and she froze.

It was Suna’s voice who cut the tension.

“Sir please remove your hand from Emi’s shoulder.”

“Why should I boy?”

“You’re making her uncomfortable.” Ginjima answered. She shot the boys a glare, one signifying that she could take care of it herself, they didn’t want to back down though.

Mr Kuzuri leant forward, placing his weight against her back and pressing her into the table, she continued to glare at the boys however, warning them to say nothing.

Then the old bastards hand travelled down to her chest.

Next thing Mr Kuzuri and the boys knew the old man was stumbling back with a broken nose. Emi stood and turned.

“What the fuck made you think that was fine to do Genji Kuzuri?” She asked angrily, stepping out of the bench towards the old man. Atsumu tried to reach across the table for her but she was already out of arms reach.

“Oh come now dear it’s all fun and games.” He growled, she just glared.

“Do that again and I’ll do more than break your nose:”

“And how would you do that? You’re an Akiyama, don’t even use your fathers name… I bet you don’t even know how-” She sent a kick to his shin making him hiss.

“Now fuck off.” She growled back and went to turn towards the boys who stood frozen in place.

Kuzuri sent a fist her way.

“Emi-” Kosaku yelped as she dodged it.

Emi spun back towards him and it looks could kill he’d be six feet under as she sent a punch back- she didn’t miss.

A sickening crunch followed her hit as she further broke his nose, then she grabbed his punching arm and twisted.

From then on the boys decided that she was not to be made angry… they’d never heard a more terrifying sound than a wrist snapping.

Amongst the anger Emi felt, and guilt for ruining the afternoon the boys had haphazardly put together she noticed the way they looked at her, with awe and fear… but Suna… Suna looked at her completely different and it took her a moment to see the glint in his eyes.

Oh. He wasn’t afraid because he didn’t need to be…

He was like her.

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu angst #hq angst #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu oc #hq oc #emi akiyama #Inarizaki #Inarizaki 2nd years

[kbtbb-soryu]

The Goddess That Defied Fate [Huedhaut x OC] Chapter 5

Shiro looked at her surroundings. It felt like it had been forever since she'd gotten out of the city. Her co-workers were all excitedly discussing the place of their annual retreat. This time, it was a lake. Shiro stood with them on the shore of the lake as she stretched her arms above her head. This was sure to be a good reprieve. Granted that they didn't bother her. "Sweet freedom..." she muttered. "Have you really been that stressed out?" Hiyori asked her. "I thought you'd be happy with that hottie boyfriend of yours. Some people just have to have it all..." Shiro closed her eyes and her eyebrow twitched. "For the last time, Hiyori, he's not my boyfriend." "Shiromi, Hiyori. There's still some time until the barbeque. You guys can go ahead and take baths if you want." "Yeah! I've got to ask Shiro all about her boyfriend in the bath!" Hiyori smiled. "Hiyori, you're starting to get on my nerves," Shiro warned her.

Hiyori smiled happily as they prepared to get into the bath, telling Shiro about a meteor shower they were supposed to be able to see tonight. "The air is so clean here. It'll be beautiful," Shiro smiled. "But we've got our bath and barbeque to enjoy first! I'm going to go ahead and get in the bath," Hiyori said. "Okay, I'll be there in a minute." Too bad there were no natural hot springs here. That would have been perfect. A few seconds after Hiyori left the room, Shiro heard a commotion near the entrance to the changing room. The sensation that came with that commotion was not a pleasant one. "Huh? What is this weird place?" Shiro's eyebrow twitched. "What's with that cloth? It says, women. What an ugly decoration." Shiro's annoyance was growing. "I believe it's a sign. Meaning, this room would be... Oh." Shiro's eyes were closed, eyebrow twitching uncontrollably. "Indeed, this would be the women's changing room." Shiro opened her eyes and glared at the three men in front of her. "What's with that look? The world isn't ending," Leon said. "Oh, it's Shiro! Hi!" Teorus greeted her. "Don't 'hi' me! This is a changing room!" "Relax. I couldn't be less interested in a human's body," Leon retorted. "I'm pretty sure our anatomy is the same. And that's beside the point!" "Just FYI. I am pretty interested, though," Teorus smirked. "Awfully brave of you to say that to me." There was a clear warning in Shiro's voice. Did this idiot already forget who she was? Or that her sister already shot him three times? "Regardless, we ended up in the wrong place. This was not intentional, but we did breach the rules of good manners. I'm sorry," Hue apologised. "Who the hell cares about that?! What the hell are you doing here?!" Shiro chased them out of the changing room and demanded an explanation, unconcerned with the fact that her shirt was half-open. "Sorry about that. We didn't do it on purpose. Please forgive us," Teorus said. He wasn't sorry at all. "Not that! Go home already!" Shiro yelled at them. "Is this goldfish ordering us to leave?" Leon asked, unamused. "You really need to learn your place, goldfish." Leon backed her up against the wall, or tried to, at least. Shiro didn't budge as she crossed her arms. "You're awfully brave, skipping town without our permission." "This is exactly why I didn't tell you. Is it that hard for you people to leave alone in peace for one damn weekend?" "Yes," Leon answered, anger radiating from him. "Get out of my personal space." Shiro tried to kick him in the leg but he quickly evaded her. "Don't think I'm the same as one of your lackeys or any other idiot god who's scared of you." "Shiro, what's wrong? Did something happen?" Hiyori opened the door. "Huh?" Shiro turned halfway, a dark aura clinging to her. "Are you okay? Are these strangers yelling at you?" She looked at the men in front of me. "Hm? I think I've seen you before. I remember! This is your boyfriend, right?" "Excuse me?" Hue asked. "Boyfriend?" Leon and Teo asked simultaneously. Shiro's eyebrow twitched. "This is a surprise. I didn't expect your boyfriend to show up on our trip." "My name is Huedhaut. It's a pleasure to meet you," Hue said. "Are you mixed? You're so handsome, and Huedhaut is such an interesting name!" Hiyori said excitedly. Why? Why was this happening?! Leon snorted. "A god dating a goldfish? Hah. Comical." "Geez, if anyone is going to play somebody's boyfriend, it should be me..." Teorus complained. "My, my, that's an interesting declaration." The men went stiff at the sound of that sickeningly sweet voice. Teorus slowly turned around to meet Kuro's one eye, the other obscured by the black bangs that hung over it. "I-I was joking!" Teorus laughed nervously. "Kuro." Shiro's face softened as Kuro walked up to her. "Kuro? Then, Shiro, this is..." Hiyori started, pointing towards Kuro. "This is my sister, Kuro." Kuro nodded. "This is Leon, our brother, and Teorus, our cousin. Huedhaut is Shiro's boyfriend." Kuro smirked mischievously. "Wha—! Kuro!" Shiro's sister ignored her and walked into the changing room. "Shiro! I had no idea you had such a hot brother. And your cousin, too!" Hiyori looked like she was having the time of her life. Shiro stormed after Kuro into the changing room. "What the hell was that?!" Shiro demanded. "What was what?" Kuro nonchalantly began taking off her clothes. "Don't play dumb with me, Kuro." Kuro spun around and smiled sweetly. "What? That was the fastest way to shut your co-workers up. Having your overprotective 'family' show up is the perfect cover." Shiro sighed. Kuro was full of it. She knew Kuro was. And the worst was that Kuro knew Shiro knew.

Kuro linked her arm through Shiro's as they came out of the bath. "Come on. I haven't been to a human event in so long." Shiro looked at her. "Please don't kill anyone." "I won't. I don't want to get exiled, too." Kuro directed a pointed look at the gods who still stood in the middle of the hallway, accompanied by a mocking smile. "Shiro," Hue stopped her. "What?" He brought his lips to her ear. "I was worried. You disappeared without any warning," he whispered. Shiro stood frozen in place. "Don't worry me like that. I really can't afford to take my eyes off of you." Frozen. "Could you respond?" "So. That 'he's not my boyfriend' stuff really was a lie," Hiyori teased. Why couldn't Shiro move? Why couldn't she speak? "Shiro," Kuro's voice snapped her out of her reverie. "What?" Shiro looked at Kuro. Kuro furrowed her eyebrows. "Let's go." "M-Mm. Right..."

Shiro had removed herself from the rest, leaving her co-workers to entertain the godly trio. Teorus was flirting with anything on two legs while Leon was being rude to everyone. "I'm sorry. He's a snob," Shiro had said in a deadpan voice before leaving. Sitting away from the rest, she didn't even bother watching the interaction. Kuro sat next to her on top of the table part of an unoccupied bench, swinging her legs back and forth. "It won't be long now... His mark is fading. I can feel it." Shiro hummed in response. Kuro looked quizzically at her. "Are you really fine with this? Letting him leave without saying anything?" "What good would that do? Besides, from where I'm sitting it seems like he'd rather forget about me." "Then why bother trying to erase his mark, if you were just going to leave things as they are?" "Why did he save my soul? It's obvious he didn't do so in the hopes that we would meet again." "I see," that was all Kuro said, but it was enough. She understood what Shiro was saying. It was love. Love for Shiro made Hue sin and save her soul. And love for Hue made Shiro want to erase that sin. "To be honest, I've been kind of pissed lately," Shiro said. "That much is obvious." Shiro chuckled wryly. "The more time I spend with him, the more it feels like he hates me. Like he'd prefer it if we never met. Part of me can't blame him. I know I caused him a lot of pain, but..." Kuro leaned back on her palms and looked up at the sky. "You're mad because he's being self-centred about it." "It's not like I wanted to die. I wanted to stay with him. But saving this world..." "It was bigger than just you or him." "Yeah," Shiro nodded. "But, that doesn't really matter anymore. The fact remains that he'll return to the heavens soon and that isn't a place I can return to anymore." "Are you sure about that?" Shiro turned to Kuro and gave her an inquiring look. "Don't play dumb with me, Shiro. You know as well as I do you're not fully human. I'm surprised they haven't figured it out yet." Shiro smiled and lifted her right hand, wiggling her forefinger upon which a delicate silver ring sat. "Honestly, Kuro, right now I'm just extremely tired." Hue came up to them. "You're sweating like crazy. I hope that's just a sign of a healthy metabolism." Shiro looked away from him as Kuro hopped off the bench and wordlessly left. "You guys are saying too many unnecessary things." "Even if we do say something we shouldn't, I sincerely doubt anyone here would call our humanity into question. Your co-workers would, at worst, think Leon and Teorus are crazy. That's not a problem." Shiro rested her elbow on top of her knee, cupping her chin in her hand. "It is a problem for me," she muttered. She watched Hue from her peripheral as he gazed out at the lake. "Oh yeah, I've been meaning to ask, how did you two get together?" Hiyori asked as she walked up to them. Her question made Shiro sigh. She really didn't want to have this conversation, whether Hue was next to her or not. She smiled innocently and placed a finger against her lips. "That's our little secret. I'm afraid I can't tell you. Right, Huedhaut?" "You know what they say, silence is golden," Hue answered. "What he said," Shiro said. "To be perfectly honest, though, the best policy is to prevent misunderstandings before they can occur. Remember that," Hue added pointedly. "Try doing that with someone who refuses to listen and only hears what they want." Shiro's mood soured by the minute. "I know we just met. Sorry to ask so many questions. But Shiro is a great girl. I'm so happy to see she's found herself a great boyfriend," Hiyori smiled. "What a good friend. You don't deserve her, Shiro," Hue said teasingly. "Why? Because you hate me?" Shiro eyed him from her peripheral. Hue looked visibly shocked at her accusation. "Shiro?" Hiyori furrowed her brows. "Never mind." "Okay... Huedhaut, what do you like about Shiro?" Hiyori beamed. "Let's see..." Hue glanced Shiro's way, his eyes narrowing at the sight of her. She noticed one corner of his mouth curl up in a devious smirk. "She's so sensitive and delicate, I can't take my eyes off her for a second." Shiro shut her eyes. Sensitive and delicate? That sounded about right. But she wasn't that woman anymore. "Or so I thought, but she can be bold too. She always keeps me guessing. Why, the other day in my room, she-" "If it's not too much trouble, Huedhaut, I'd appreciate it if you could stop poking fun at me," Shiro said. Hiyori giggled. "You've really fallen for Shiro, huh, Huedhaut?" "Yes, I have. She was so spunky when we first met. I was certain we wouldn't get along... But now, that's just one of the things that make her so adorable to me." Shiro knew he was saying these things to keep up the front, but she was hanging by a thread. Hiyori squealed. "I'm dying of jealousy! I wish someone would say that about me!" Shiro sighed exasperatedly and hopped off the table in pursuit of the only person she wanted by her side right now. Of course, that was also the person that dumped her in hot water by leaving. Shiro had to wonder if it was on purpose. What the hell was that girl plotting this time?

Shiro was glad when she finally got to retreat to her room for the night. Today was chaotic, in more ways than one. And tomorrow would likely be even more so. She turned on her side and looked at the window. The stars shone so brightly out here. She wished she could stay here. There was supposed to be a meteor shower tonight, but she wasn't sure if she had the energy to go outside. Shiro sighed heavily and sat up. "Don't move." She felt cool hands stopping her before she could get off the bed. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice coming out calmer than she thought it would. "They'll get suspicious if you make too much noise." "Like I said, why are you here?" "I came to see you." "In the middle of the night?" The bedsprings creaked as he leaned over her and she found herself mesmerised by his beautiful blue eyes. She felt an array of emotions surge through her, not one of which were as unwelcome as she wished they were.

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#huedhaut #scm #star crossed myth #voltage inc #romance #fanfiction #love #gods #supernatural #fantasy

[sxslave4all]

officially hers and his. Mature story below. 18 and over.

cnc-adult content under 18 keep moving. This is purely for ho masterbation type story. All legal, consented, agreed to years ago-nothing done to me that isn’t of my okay permission to my master. We worked out all that forever ago-years I’ve been his toy and now his female fucks and friends little toy as of today-we made it official 🩷. Head to toe, anywhere, anytime, anyone or any thing, however often, I’m his and as HE orders I’m also hers 🩷 -new girl he wasn’t sure she’d want control 😳🩷but todays make it official story has me still dripping I’ve never been so turned on after cumming 6 times in public.

so my owner been dating this hot girl for over two months and she’s always told him she wanted to wait for it be official before using me. He finally a few days ago asked her if she wanted to make me a lipstick Lesbian’s slave along with his. She agreed but said 2 weeks so she could plan (I had no idea it’d been planned for two weeks). We move on and I ask my ownerS, if I can get my hair done blah blah. She says hey my friend does hair, we can have her do it and with money we save-we can buy an extra fuckable when we shop (if it fits in me I fuck it for them and everytime I am taken out I have to find 2 items. They each find one and on good days I get an extra item. Anything goes as long as safety has been assessed). I smiled and said thank you mistress (which she immediately said yep gonna love this) and I’ll make sure the gift fuckable is as big and long as possible like you say I need bigger weirder more slutty fuckables for fans. She made me eat her til she came. She was going to wait but needed it. Little did I know she had waited. She hands me my where is it skirt, see thru skin tight half tank and slut stilettos. My collar is secured and the chain attached wrapped around my tits, down to my slit—where it’s yanked nice and close on my clit 🥵🥵🥵. We leave and she said we are going to her house quickly then she’s gonna bring you to the shop when done. I thought weird but it’s my new mistress’s first trip. I walk in-huge tit beautiful blonde answers. Her words were thank you Jesus which i ignored but heard her whisper to mistress I was afraid you were going to bring me a nasty too not this. Again I ignored it. Go sit in chair by sink they both ordered strongly. Soon as I sit my owner inserts gag with huge ball reaffirmed I’m good with cnc- I was really confused but my master has asked weirder and showed up before. I blindly let him gag me as the two hot women are making moves as to what they will do. I feel the cuffs get yanked in four ways meaning 4 more are here but a blindfold was also installed. Was told to open as painful wide as possible-I did. Told to spit and suck each nipple as it was shoved in my mouth, a vibrating electrical shocker added to both and my clit. Still it didn’t register. Then I heard voices. Like 10 mostly women my owners and a couple bbc my owner pays to fuck me when I’m really bad due to their size. Soon as I heard them and heard both my owners call just to girl doing my hair. They call down and ask how long. I swore they were down here but they didn’t know supposedly that I was about to be a blow up toy for a bunch of people I didn’t know or see except the one who loved to ram me with that bbc. I was more nervous when she told everyone down there to be quiet until they left then the fun. Heard what sounded like them leaving and one woman ask if anything goes (yes). She made me shout it by holding my gag and making me say “ I am a toy. Ya anything goes. I do men and woman. Nice and gentle to hellion on wheels level”. Smack. The first paddle to the cunt. Gag replaced. Did you like that. Yes I nod knowing it’s best to not fight as if I do I won’t win. Smack. Did you like that? Yes. Nod. Was it harder? Nod. Want it to get harder with every hit? This could be whips, belts, floggers, paddles, brushes, hands but I do promise you clit is meeting 100 blows while I do your hair and those nips. Felt clamps 🗜️ fasten. With weight. I nod. Yes? Yes you want each to hurt your clitty a little more each time cause you know your place huh holes? Nod. Thwack. Whip to the tits. Did you enjoy? Much like your cunt I have people here to beat your tits and ass as well as fuck you, blow in your mouth, blowjob and eating pussys, every hole full. While being beat. And nodding ty each time someone uses degrades you. Nod. Feel myself wet and get embarrassed as each blow to my crotch hurts more, then a butt plug is slammed in me. A girl fucks one of my tits. I fuck someone else’s tits/cocks/strap ons. Only time I’m allowed no gag is to swallow the cum. Whip. …..tbc in the next post.

#lesbian sex #use me however you want #cnc sub #roped girl #free use slvt #sluttoy #praise k!nk #bd/sm rope #slutlife #free use fantasy #slutty wife #rough cnc

[sergeantsporks]

Gilded Family

Hollow Mind Spoilers

Rating: Teen and Up, Gen

Ch 1/?: End of the Line

In which none of the previous golden guards or wittebro died, actually, they're all fine and living happily together as one big dysfunctional family

Ao3

“You’ve got a little abomination witch you’re mentoring, isn’t that right? I suggest you quit poking your nose where it doesn’t belong, if you want him to have any chance of a bright future. Last warning. Stand down, golden guard.”

“YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE!”

Hunter blinked up at a ceiling.

Where am I?

The last thing he remembered was a flash of red light, and Belos shaking his head in disappointment.

And then…

“Darius!” Hunter sat bolt upright, and then a wave of pain swept over him, his skin burning and itching. He fell back again with a groan, sinking into pillows.

“Oop! Yeah, I wouldn’t move too much right now if I were you. You got blasted pretty good.” A red haired witch’s face appeared over him. “Hey, there!”

“How long?” Hunter whispered weakly.

Is Darius okay?

“Uhhhhh yeah, that’s… complicated.”

“I need to—to—”

“You need to rest.”

“Who are—where are—”

“We’re going to explain, I promise, but it’s a lot to process, so we need to make sure you’re physically okay enough to handle it.”

“I doubt it’s more to process than the last couple of days,” Hunter said bleakly.

Uncle killed our family. He never cared, he killed all of them, and he’s probably already gone after Darius, I can’t sit around here!

“You’d be surprised.”

Wait. “We’re going to explain?”

“Yeah. We. HONEY!” the witch called, “HE’S AWAKE!” She held her hands up. “Okay, try not to freak out, this is going to be… a little weird.”

A man poked his head in the room, and Hunter’s heart about stopped in his chest.

He looks like me!

He didn’t look quite the same—there were differences, little details that were just a little off, and he was older, somewhere in his thirties, if Hunter had to guess, but overall…

Did Uncle not kill us all after all?

What is up with those ears?!

“Hi,” the man said awkwardly, “Uhhhh sooooo… I’m theeeee original.”

What.

“Wow, somehow this never gets easier. Um, yes. Hi. So. My brother. Phillip. Belos. Whatever you want to call him.”

“Your brother?! But—”

“It’s weird, I know, it’s… wow, I’m explaining this badly.”

“Yes, you are,” the witch teased. She reached out, as if to take Hunter’s hand, then faltered. “Permission to touch?”

Hunter nodded distractedly. Uncle has a brother. But he can’t be—he’s too young, Uncle is ancient, this guy can’t be his brother! And if he was, that would make him my—my—

The witch gave his hand a squeeze, the touch dragging Hunter’s spinning thoughts to a stop. “How much did Belos deem too much?” she asked quietly.

Hunter wanted to bury his head in the blankets just thinking about it. “He’s a witch hunter,” he whispered, “He killed our family. But if you’re his brother—did I have it wrong? Did I betray him for nothing?!”

Did I put Darius in danger for nothing?

“No,” the man sighed, “He thinks I’m dead. And that’s the way I want to keep it. Look, what you didn’t find out, what he didn’t tell you is that… you’re only his nephew in a manner of speaking. I’m… you’re a grimwalker. Of me.”

“He doesn’t know what that is,” the witch chided, “What he means to say is, you’re a copy. A—a replica, if you will.”

“Phillip wanted to replace me after I chose witches over him.” The original held up his right hand, which was missing the last three fingers. “Fun, huh? Stabbed me, mutilated my hand, and left me to die. Much like he left you to die. But… I survived. My wife saved me. And we saved you, too.”

I’m… a copy?

Am I even real?

None of this matters.

Hunter tried again to get up, fighting back dizziness. “Thank you for saving my life. But I have a kid I need to get back to—well, he’s not my kid, but he’s in danger, and he doesn’t even know it, and I have to let him know I’m okay!”

The two exchanged a glance, and the witch gave Hunter’s hand another squeeze. “We can’t… quite let you do that. It’s—”

Hunter ripped his hand out of hers, lunging out of the bed. He bowled the man over, limping for the door. Every muscle screamed in pain, and his skill burned and chafed, but he shoved the door open.

They can’t keep me here.

They can’t—

A kid stared back at him, his neck covered in heavy scarring, like someone had tried to rip his throat out. How old was he, twenty, at the most? That was being generous. Hunter’s hand went up to his own neck, covered in bandages and healing patches.

He looks like me.

“Uh-oh, Mom and Dad messed up the explanation again, didn’t they?” the kid chuckled.

Hunter backed away, his head whipping around as he tried to find an exit.

There’s another one.

And another.

This is impossible.

They all died, and even if they hadn’t, the time in between—

This is impossible.

He stumbled over his own feet, and the original caught him. “Hey, there. I’ve got you.”

“H-How,” Hunter whispered, “How is this—how are they—”

“They all used to be Hunter.”

“That’s… I’m Hunter!”

“Not anymore,” a couple of the boys chorused.

Hunter shook his head, his thoughts whirling around unfinished. “This is—”

“Every single one. I’ve rescued every single one of my brother’s copies after he left them for dead. Every single Hunter.”

“But I’m—I’m—they’re not—I’m Hu— I’m—”

The original sighed. “I’ve got something to show you. If you’re up for it?”

Hunter nodded, numbly following him to another room where he pulled out a crystal ball. He touched the surface, and it lit up with the familiar inside of the keep.

“Look here.”

Hunter peered at the glassy surface, sick to his stomach at the sight of the hallways he’d walked down a thousand times.

There was someone else walking down them.

Someone wearing a uniform he recognized, although the cloak wasn’t quite the same.

It looks too big on him. Too heavy.

“That’s—”

“Hunter the latest.”

Hunter glanced back at him. He looks the most like you. “He’s just a kid! Why’s he already the golden guard?!”

“The youngest one yet,” the original said sadly, “The most obedient, too.”

Hunter shook his head. “This—it doesn’t make sense. Where did he come from?! I think I would have noticed him wandering around!”

A deep sigh. “The reason you can’t go looking for your kid, is because… it’s been years.”

What? No, I just woke up, and I’m still injured—how has it been years?

“I escaped Phillip by fleeing to the future. He’s still here, but he’s not looking for me. Have you ever heard of a time pool?”

No, no, no, no, this can’t be happening—

“Those are just an urban legend!”

“They’re real. And they’re how I was able to rescue all of the other Grimwalkers. It’s been years since your ‘death.’ Belos has replaced you.”

What if he comes looking for us?!

“I d-don’t—I don’t understand, why here? Why didn’t you go so far that Belos wasn’t around anymore?! Why didn’t you use the time pools to stop him from killing us?!”

If you’d stopped this earlier, I wouldn’t have been taken from Darius. If you’d warned me, I wouldn’t be here!

“It doesn’t work that way.”

“Then how does it work?! Where’s my time pool?! I need to go back!”

“You can’t. I don’t know where they went, and you’re the last one I had to rescue, so I’m not going looking. They don’t always open up to the same times, anyway.”

“But they always open up here?!”

“Well—” The original sighed, suddenly looking much older. “Think of it like… time is a river. It flows forward, in one direction, yeah? And if I stick my finger in a river, it causes a disturbance, but the water just flows around my finger and back into the original flow. That’s how it is with time. Even if I try to disrupt something—like saving one of you—time would correct itself. Say I did rescue you before Phillip left you for dead. He still would have made the current Hunter to replace you, and you’d still be gone. And Phillip probably would have spent more time trying to track me down and kill me, and then I couldn’t save anyone else. The time pools are like places you can get out of the river, walk up the bank, and hop in at another predetermined point. You continue the way the river flows, or you can get back out and try to run back to the front of the river.”

“Why here? Why this time?”

Uncle’s brother shrugged. “Best I can figure, this is where the river stops. This is the front. The river is constantly expanding and we’re at the edge. I can’t go any further, because there’s nowhere else to go.”

Hunter nodded to the crystal ball. “What’s going to happen to him?”

“I don’t know. I knew more or less for the rest of you, but for him… nothing. It’s a bit terrifying, actually, not knowing when I’ll have to save him. I keep an eye on him, just in case.”

Someone else wandered through, a man with startling green eyes, and hair that was made of abomination goop. Hunter seized the ball. “Darius?!”

He’s okay!

He’s older than me, now.

It all sank in like a punch to the gut, and Hunter’s legs wobbled, giving out beneath him. The original caught him, lowering him gently to the floor.

“Oh my titan,” Hunter whispered, “He grew up. Look at him, he’s so big!” He laughed, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. “He got a cape. Look at him! Is he the head of a coven?!” He rocked back and forth, gripping his hair. “He grew up, and I wasn’t there. And he probably never knew what happened to me, he never—” A sob built up in the back of his throat, and he felt a gentle hand on his back.

“I know it’s a lot. You’ve had a rough few weeks, and a rough life in general.” A deep sigh. “I know it’s… hard… not being able to go back to the people who do love you. But this house… we’re hidden, we’re safe. Belos hasn’t found us yet. And if he does find out about us…”

“Everyone’s in danger,” Hunter responded dully, “I can’t leave, because it could get everyone here killed, and put the current Hunter in worse danger.”

The original shrugged apologetically. “We won’t… stop you… from leaving if you really want to. I’m not going to be Phillip part two. But I do want you to be very, very, very sure that leaving is worth the risk not to just you, but the rest of us as well.”

Hunter glanced back at the crystal ball.

He’s all grown up.

He’s okay.

He… doesn’t need me anymore.

Hunter deactivated the crystal ball, erasing the image of his replacement, and the walls that made him sick to his stomach.

“No. I’ll stay.”

Maybe I have the option to leave.

But it’s not like there’s anywhere else I could go.

#toh #the owl house #toh hunter #wittebro #wittebane brother #gilded family au #toh fanfiction #my writing #toh spoilers

[jacobsnsfw]

half time, dream

NSFW! MINORS DNI ISTG

PAIRING  football!dream x fem!reader

PRONOUNS she/her

WARNINGS unprotected ( wrap b4 u tap! ) hate sex, choking spitting, degradation, hair pulling,

SONG REC girls need love, summer walker

WORD COUNT 2.28k

NOTE  this is fully inspired by @/slapnap , @/whoranges , & their wonderful anons.  football!dream my love </3 it's been months since i've written smut bare with me pls😩. it’s written kind of weird, i wrote it almost in past tense? they’re both 18 and seniors

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     HALF TIME HAD FINALLY BEGAN all the players from each team had went to hydrate and talk amongst themselves, (y/n) watched clay's cocky smirk form on his face as the other cheerleaders on her cheer squad surrounded that gorgeous bastard, and showered him with compliments about how good he looked or how well he played.

she hated everything about him, the way he obnoxiously flirted with every girl to ever enter the school's front doors, hell he's even tried on multiple teachers. he made her skin crawl but yet, he was unimaginably attractive. clay's green eyes gazed pasted the heads of the girls in front of him, the smirk on his face grew as his eyes raked down (y/n)'s a beautiful figure in her uniform that fit her body perfectly, her hips and tits on full display only covered by the short skirt and tight top.

once their eyes met the cheerleader was quick to break eye contact praying he didn't get the wrong idea, but his long legs carried him quickly to where she was leaning against the metal pole holding up the stands, "staring isn't very nice y'know" she hated the way he spoke and the effect he had on her.

"why don't you go fuck yourself" she more-so told him then asked, "oh come on.." he trailed off a faux pout pulling at his lips that (y/n) rolled her eyes at.

"why don't you and i take a trip to the locker rooms, hm?" he asked. something that damn near no one knew, was the fact that they had gotten together at clay's friend karl's house, in his bed, but they never talked about it, and if niki, one of (y/n)'s close friends, were to bring it up, (y/n) would say it was some mistake, but she never forgot the things clay made her feel that night, maybe it was the adrenaline she was feeling that made her overly sensitive, but he was.. different.

her eyebrows raised and her thighs clenched at the memory, "what are you thinking about?" clay asked his voice huskier than before. he placed his index finger under her chin, making her look him in the eyes. how the hell are you supposed to tell someone you're daydreaming about the sex you had with them, maybe if he wasn't so full of himself now, she would've told him, but no.

"thinking about how you're on my last nerve" she snapped putting on her best angry look, as if she wasn't soaked from his voice and her thoughts alone, pulling her head away from him quickly. "feisty... i like it" he tutted running his thumb over her bottom lip. he pulled her into him by her waist, "come on, you had fun last time.." he continued, he wasn't wrong but, (y/n) would never admit that.

his lips met hers as shock crossed her brain, but when his teeth sunk into her bottom lip and slipped his tongue inside her mouth, she moaned, as if there were parents and their peer's siblings just above them on the bleachers, but that didn't matter at the time. their mouths slotted together euphorically, teeth and tongue clashing.

clay's muscular thigh lifted to meet her pussy that was covered by a thin, skimpy pair of panties and short spandex, and he pressed into it so she could feel him through the clothing.

(y/n) quietly protested when his lips left her own, "come on" he mumbled pulling her behind him to what looked to be the boys' locker room, "i can't go in there" she stopped in her tracks, standing just outside the door, clay rolled his eyes and grabbed her wrist pulling her in.

"as if you coming in the locker room's a big deal. no one's here to snitch and no one will find out" he mumbled like they weren't about to have sex where any of his teammates or coaches could walk in.

he pushed her up against the cold lockers, the cold metal and clay's mouth back on hers sent chills up her whole body. god, the thought of someone walking into his hands gliding down her body, and gripping her ass under the inappropriately short skirt, made her brain fog.

(y/n) reached down and tugged the clothing on her lower half off, leaving a pair of black panties thin enough to not see through the spandex that pooled at her ankles that she had on only so no one could see what she didn't want them to.

they pulled away from each other, clay palmed his erection through his pants, (y/n) grabbed him by his shirt, and pulled him back into her by his shoulder pads, "are these staying on?" she asked quietly and clay nodded in response, they only had around fifteen minutes left of their thirty

the football player's hands trailed from where they sat on her waist, to her throat, he wrapped them tight but not too tight, just enough so she could breathe, "what do you want me to do" clay teased, he knew what she wanted, but he wasn't going to just fuck her, he wanted her to beg.

"fuck you, i'm not doing it." (y/n) said, it's almost like she could read his mind if she did beg he would brag about it for the remainder of the time they fucked around together.

"oh.. okay" he replied nonchalantly pulling away from where he had her pressed against the lockers, and heading towards the door, "wait, clay!" she walked quickly after him, grabbing his wrist pulling him into her.

their chest colliding just before she reached up and pulled his head- more specifically his left ear, whispering, "clay, please fuck me~" she moaned loudly and obnoxiously squeaky into it and he almost lost it.

his hands that were at his side, came back to her waist and her throat, "listen, we both know how much of a slut for me you are, and don't pretend any different, got it?" he asked his tone was serious and that's what made it even hotter, c'mon if a greek god were to be in your face telling you how much of a slut you were, how would you act?

she hummed, acknowledging what he said. his grip on her throat tightened ever so slightly, "words, whore" he hummed his calloused hand left her hip and trailed teasingly down her thigh, and slapping it roughly.

"yes," she gasped when his hand met her flesh soothing the stop he hit, "i'm.. a slut for you" her hands met his broad shoulders, her nails digging into the clothing that covered them.

a deep grunt left his agape mouth, and he pulled the top off the cheer uniform up enough to expose her tits to him. his mouth as quick to attach to the left one, her hands tangled in his dusty, blond locks, when his teeth barely grazed over her nipple, her breath caught in her throat and her hands tugged at his hair.

(y/n)'s head tipped back and met the lockers, with a so much force a small clang bounced off the walls of the large room, "careful doll, don't wanna hurt that pretty little head of yours." clay spoke up his mouth releasing her breast with an audible 'pop'.

his hands reached to pull the pants from upon his hips, but before he did, he glanced up at (y/n) for permission, she nodded with a dopey smile on her face. the bare minimum just hits different when he's with her.

"ya'sure you wanna do this?" he asked, he didn't want to force her into anything she was uncomfortable with, i'm sure if she had an issue she would've said or done something sooner, but just in case she didn't.

"m'sure" she mumbled out, her dainty, slender fingers tugged at his hair again trying her best to make him hurry and fuck her before time ran out, to say she was eager would be an understatement.

clay laughed at her neediness, "for someone who hates me, you sure don't act like it. all needy for me, hm?" he was so painfully conceited he knew how hot he was and he knew how to treat someone mentally and physically.

the pants he wore for the game, were quick to be tugged down his hips, and his boxers as well, fully exposing himself to (y/n) and anyone who could walk in at any time.

he wrapped his hands around his cock, stroking it slowly almost like he was teasing himself, a grunt passed his lips and his hips pressed more into his hand, though (y/n) didn't want him to get to into it and grabbed his wrist causing his hand to almost halt and his eyes locked with (y/n)'s.

"use me not your hand, please" she cooed under her breath wiggling in his tight hold. he laughed once again at her neediness.

"you want me to fuck you? use you like a toy?" teasing, teasing, and more teasing, he enjoyed watching her struggle and rub aimlessly against him, it was hot to him at least.

she continued nodding, like that was the only thing she could do, "please. pl-please" the high-pitched moan that followed her stumbled words made clay almost want to edge her until she was crying in his arms, but then he remembered the time crunch.

he grabbed her chin making eye contact with her as he rubbed his cock against her slit trying his best to get a reaction and pushed slowly into her.

"clay~ hngg" she moaned, her plan to keep at least a little bit quiet was crushed when he slowly started thrusting into her, his pace speeding every time he pushed back in

his thumb rubbed against her bottom lip, opening her mouth slightly, clays brows raised expectantly waiting for her to open it the rest of the way, when she did, the spit that pooled on his tongue transferred to hers, "swallow it, bitch" he spoke through gritted teeth.

his cock nudged that spot deep inside her, and her back arched from the locker and her moans stuttered, "right there- fuck!" (y/n) gasped as her legs wrapped impossibly tighter around his hips pulling him closer, just to make him hit it again. 

his thrusts were almost animalistic at this point, and the words that streamed from (y/n)'s gorgeous lips were echoed throughout the room, her mind ran so fast she could barely keep up, maybe this is why they called him dream, ‘cause fuck was this is like a erotic fantasy. it was almost embarrassing how fast he could make her cum.

her brain became more foggy than when this started, her thigh started to quiver ever so slightly, “you g’na come?” clay taunted, his hips slowing. she didn’t even reply her legs wrapped tighter around his hips, pulling him into her, as she ground herself against his cock. 

her velvety walls enveloped around him tightly, pulling a strangled gasp from clay, his left hand reached to tug the ends of her hair exposing her neck to him. his lips attached to her neck, “no marks, someone’ll see” (y/n) mumbled threading her fingers through his hair.

“ ‘ts baffling how you think i give a fuck.” he muttered continuing his harsh thrusts and his mouth sucking red marks that would be soon become a deep purple color. (y/n)’s vision blurred slightly and she swore she could see stars, the ahegao-like expression present on her features reminded clay of the hentai he’d seen that sapnap had sent him, drool dripped from her tongue and down her chin, like a child. 

a white ring could be seen every time clay pulled out to thrust back in, he fucked her through her orgasm, attempting to chase his that was so close he could practically taste it, his hips stuttered and his pace slowed quite a bit.

his body slumped against hers, and his head fell into her shoulder as he breathed in the overly expensive perfume and matching lotion she wore all the time, it was her go, kind of fruity and coconut-y, not too sweet but sweet enough to get the point across. 

the afterglow they were basking in was cut short by the banging on the door from someone, “clay? are you in there” what sounded like clay’s good friend alex on the other side of the door, “yeah, i’ll be out in a sec” he yelled back pushing off of where he was leaning against (y/n). 

a dopey smile pulled at her lips as she pulled her skirt up from on the floor, "what's so fuckin' funny?" clay asked with his brows furrowed. "nothing, just had sex with a hot guy in his locker room at a football game" she mumbled pulling her top over her boobs and walking past him making sure their shoulders brushed when she did. clay stared at the door, dumbfounded, she just walked away as if he didn't just ruin her, if she didn't feel it now she definitely would later.

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